Title: Good Morning or We Love You, Stage
Summary: Dutchy reflecting on his romance with Specs.
Status: Complete, One shot
Archive: Seize the Night (http://insanity4ever.tripod.com/index2.html), Colour Overs (www.colourovers.net)
Warnings/Disclaimer: I donít own Newsies. Shame, I know. Slash, fluff, romance, Specs/Dutchy
Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STAGE!! Sorry, itís a bit late!! We loooooove you.
Warnings: Really sweet and cheesy.
I sighed as he ran his fingers through my hair. I rolled over and turned to him. He grinned at me, memories of our previous night imbedded in our memory.
"Good morning, beautiful."
"Morning Specs," I whispered back, smiling shyly.
Under the blankets, he reached out. His fingers gripped my waist and pulled me to him. His hands slid lower and he nuzzled my neck lovingly. "I love you, Dutchy."
"I love you," I said, my voice muffled by the blanket. I let him put his arms around me and hold me closer. My eyelashes fluttered, and I fell back into a relaxed slumber, in the arms of my beloved.
I remembered the first time he told me he loved me. It was a couple of months after the strike, in the dead of winter. We were selling, and it had begun to rain. I had laughed, with my arms stretched out, welcoming the rain. He hurried me on, and we had finally gotten back to the lodging house. All the other guys were out, and Kloppman was settling in the newest edition to the lodging house.
We were chuckling, as we pulled into the lodging house. He had taken me in his arms, and whispered in my ear that he loved me. I looked into his eyes, shocked. Looking into those deep brown eyes, I realized he wasnít lying. He did love me. I was overcome with emotion, and surprise. For, I realized too, I was in love with him. All these times I had considered it a lust I would grow out of, and something to be ashamed of, it hadnít been. But it wasnít, it was a desire that had been filled, by hearing him say that to me. I was gay, so was he, and it wasnít something to be ashamed. It was something to be celebrated. And we were in love.
We concealed our relationship for a year. It only increased our love for each other, and made it more romantic and scandalous when we had sex during the night. Those were the best nights, when we went to Brooklyn and tasted each other. Spot had always been very understanding. We hadnít planned on telling anyone, but one night he walked in on us in the Manhattan Lodging House. He had been very accepting, and almost proud as he offered, for our private use, a warehouse near the Brooklyn Bridge. We figured out quite soon, the reason for Spotís tolerance and sympathy, when we walked in on him and Jack in the heat of passion.
We never told, and they never told.
Specs was sick of the hiding, sick of the cover- ups. He was sick of making up girlfriends that we were Ďstayingí with. Sick of the elbow jabs and incriminating questions.
So, one day, we came out. Jack and Spot were very supportive, but still many of the newsies gave us dirty looks. Later that same evening, Denton and David told us that we had given them the gift of inspiration to reveal themselves.
Jack had congratulated us on our courage, disappointed that he and Spot had never, and would never, show themselves. Jack and Spot never had the courage we had, and it eventually led to the destruction of their five year long relationship.
I moaned slightly as I awoke. He smiled at me. He had been watching me sleep.
"You are so beautiful when you sleep," he whispered watching me.
I gazed into his eyes, "You are always beautiful, Specs." He reached up and cupped my face.
"And so are you," he murmured, placing a kiss at the top of my head. "I love you."