Title: Alley Meetings
Series: A First Time For Everything
Author: Arabella O'Rielly
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spot / Jack
Satus: Complete
Feedback: Sure.  It's encouraging if someone liked your work.  Also, it
helps to know what I did wrong so I can fix it in later fics.
Distribution: If you want it, fine... just let me know so I can worship
you.
Disclaimers: Newsies and all associated names and characters belong to
Disney.  What a shame, 'cause Disney never does anything fun with it's
characters.  :)
Notes: Accents... not my thing.  I had to stumble my way through it.
Hopefully it won't drive anyone completely insane.  :)
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Jack Kelly hurried down the darkened streets of Brooklyn, looking around
him to be sure that he wasn't being followed.  Earlier in the evening,
he'd gotten a message from Spot, delivered by a young kid who couldn't
have been more than 12 years old.  At first, he'd been annoyed.  The kid
was this little pipsqueak of a thing, and could have easily been bullied
as he made his way from Brooklyn to Manhattan.  The message sounded
urgent enough for Jack to figure that someone a little more reliable
should have been chosen as the messenger.

As he walked, Jack replayed the message in his head.  "Get ta Brooklyn
now.  Spot needs ya."  A feeling of dread was clawing it's way through
Jack's belly.  His imagination was running overtime.  Just when he
thought that he'd come up with all the reasons why his friend would need
him, a new one would pop into his mind.  Jack hated his overactive
imagination at times like this.

A clatter made Jack gasp and jump as he tried to locate the orgins of
the sound.  His heart pounded and he felt foolish when he realized that
a stray cat had knocked over the lid of a garbage can.

"Jack, you're da world's biggest idiot," he muttered.  "Worse den an old
woman."  He continued on his way, berating himself in his head, and not
paying much attention to his surroundings.  When he was passing by an
alley, he felt someone grab his shirt and drag him backwards.  Before he
could react, his back was against the brick wall of the building, and a
mouth was pressed to his own.  It took him a few minutes to realize what
was happening.

A body pushed him harder against the wall, and a pair of hands gripped
his suspenders.

"What are you-" Jack tried to say.  A hand worked it's way up his chest
to cover his mouth.

"No talkin'," a voice insisted.  Jack licked the fingers over his mouth
and was rewarded when the hand flew back.  "Jackie Boy, what have I told
ya 'bout dat tongue a yours?  It got better uses."  Jack smiled, but the
expression was short-lived, because Spot's mouth pressed against his
again.  They kissed fiercly for several minutes before Jack remembered
why he'd come to Brooklyn so late at night in the first place.  He put
his hands on Spot's shoulders and pushed the other boy away.

"Wait one minute!" he exclaimed.  "Youse sent me a message!"

"No talkin'!" Spot said roughly, pushing Jack back against the wall and
holding his face so the other boy couldn't pull away.  Jack stubbornly
struggled for a moment before giving himself up to the sensations that
Spot was creating in him. 

As soon as Spot was satisfied that Jack wasn't going to talk anymore, he
began to kiss his way down the taller boy's body.  He paused to suck on
the pulse point of Jack's neck.  Spot opened Jack's shirt and his teeth
scraped across the bared collar bone.  He dropped to his knees and
looked up at Jacks face.  The boy was standing with his head tilted to
one side, his mouth slightly open, and his eyes closed.  Spot smirked,
his ego rising a notch with the knowledge that he had been the one to
put that look on Jack's face.

In no time at all, Jack's pants were around his ankles, and Spot was
stroking the growing erection that he had revealed.  Jack bit his bottom
lip in an effort to keep quiet.  He was fully aware of the fact that at
any moment, someone could walk down the street and catch him and his
lover.

"C'mon, Jackie Boy.  Make some noise fer me."  His hand closed over
Jack's erection, and he was unable to stop his groan.  Spot's hand slid
over his lover's stiff flesh.  "D'ya like dat?"  Jack was too focused on
Spot's hands to answer.

Jack's eyes were clenched shut, and his mouth hung open.  His thoughts
were fuzzy.  He thought he heard Spot say something, but he wasn't
sure.  Just when he thought that the pleasure couldn't get any better,
his mind nearly exploded.  Spot's wet mouth slid over Jack's erection,
taking it all in.  Experienced hands stroked his sac in time with the
tongue that stroked the shaft.  Spot sucked harder, and was rewarded
with a loud moan from Jack.

"Spot..." his voice trailed off.  Tension was starting to build in
Jack's groin.  He knew that he was close, and he thought about warning
Spot about it, but he wasn't sure that at the moment he could form a
coherent sentence.  So, the only thing he said was, "Spot."

/Dat's it,/ Spot thought as he glanced up at Jack's face and saw the
change in his expression.  /Just a little longer..../

A few minutes later, Spot was swallowing as quickly as he could.  He
managed not to spill.  For a moment, he stayed on his knees.  When he
was able to, he stood up, tugging Jack's pants back into place.  The
other boy was breathing heavily, his eyes still closed.

"Took ya long 'nough," Spot said, a smirk on his face.  "Me jaw was
gettin' sore."  Jack's eyes slowly opened and he looked at his lover.

"Wow," was all he could say.

"Wow?" Spot laughed.  "I musta been better den I thought, if youse
sayin' things like 'wow'."  Spot's laughter brought Jack out of his
muddled state of mind.  Now that he was able to think clearly, he
remembered that he was angry with Spot.

"Did ya think it was funny ta send a kid ta deliver a fake message ta
me?" Jack asked, crossing his arms.  Spot only laughed at his stern
expression.  "Ya said ya needed me.  I thought something was wrong."

"Calm down, Cowboy," Spot said as he turned and headed out of the
alley.  Jack followed him.  "I didn't lie, I did need ya, just not the
way you thought I did."  He grinned.  "And I sent tha kid 'cause anyone
else woulda just told ya that I wanted ta throw ya up against a wall."

"Still," Jack said.

"Oh, don't complain," Spot said, giving Jack a sidelong glance.  "You
enjoyed every minute as much as I did."

"Well, that goes without saying."  Jack grinned as he followed his lover
home.

The End.