In Between 'Hattan and Brooklyn || A Sprace Story

Chapter 69 - "Aww, Couples Bonding. How Cute."

- Chapter 69 - This is so cuteeee -
Warnings: Troubles sleeping? Not much other than a bit of sarcasm
Third Person POV

I wonder if Mr. Chris has a Newsie name.

Klopp does.

Time.

(*Time from Tuck Everlasting starts playing*)

What would Mr. Chris' be?

Race's eyebrows furrow. That was a good question.

What would Mr. Chris' Newsie name be? Race honestly didn't know.

Race had very little clue what Mr. Chris was like when he was younger, though he knew he was a flirt and kinda like Ace.

Race didn't know anything other than that.

Race felt Spot's arms around his waist pull him closer to sleeping Spot. Race's back was against the front of Spot.

Yeah, Spot had convinced him to sleep with him for cuddles and so now Race had spent the night in Spot's room with him.

It wasn't not normal; they did this a lot. Race just never got used to it.

It also made it a lot harder for him to hide when he's been awake for hours before he was supposed to be, to Race's dismay and Spot's gain (Stage's mind is blanking. I'll fix this later, but take 'gain/benefit' for now. Suggest words if you have some lol).

Race felt Spot nuzzle his head into the crook of Race's neck. "How long have you been awake?" His sleepy voice asks, startling Race slightly.

Once Race realized it was just Spot, he relaxed slightly. "Not long," he lies.

"Mmm..." the older boy snuggles closer to his boyfriend. "You're such a liar." He mumbles.

"Am not." Race responds.

"Are too." Spot replies. "How long have you been awake?" He repeats his question.

Race sighs deeply, knowing that one way or another, Spot would get the answer out of him. "A few hours?"

Spot sighs deeply.

Race squirms a bit because of Spot's breath tickling him. He couldn't help but feel a little sorry that he was annoying Spot.

Race felt Spot's hand travel up to his hair and Spot's mouth to move a little closer to Race's ear. "You know your hair is soft, right?" The leader of Brooklyn whispers.

"Mhm." Race hums.

Spot told him that his hair was soft almost everyday.

"And your hands," Spot continues, his voice a bit deeper than normal and groggy-sounding. "And your skin," he adds. "They remind me of how soft I am for you every time I touch it." He whispers in Race's ear.

Race closes his eyes, a small smile on his face.

"And I don't regret it." Spot continues quietly, his eyes also closed as he plays with Race's hair. "People think I'm weaker because I'm soft for you, but I think I'm stronger." He tells him. "You may be my soft spot, but you're strong and you make me strong; like I have something to fight for." Spot says.

Race just listens to him, his eyes closed and his body slowly relaxing.

Spot pulls Race the slightest bit closer to him, the closest he could. "I'll protect you." He tells him quietly. "I'll always be here for you, amore." He whispers.

"Who would've known the 'super tough' King of Brooklyn is a softie?" Race whispers, slowly falling asleep.

Spot chuckles groggily, his voice light and quiet. "You. You know." He whispers. "I love you, Racer."