Title: I'm NOT Jealous!
Author: Sweets
Series: "A First Time For Everything"
Pairing: Spot/Jack
Status: Complete
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, unfortunately.  It's all
Disney's.  If I had my very own Spot and Jack... uh... is it getting warm in here?
Feedback: It would mean a lot to know that someone enjoyed this, or
that someone took the time to tell me what was wrong.
Notes: 1. Still muddling through with the accents.  2. Next time,
I'll try something with a PLOT!  What a novel concept. 3. Yes. I like walls!
Don't know what I'm talking about?  Read on to find out.  Maybe I should
call myself Wall instead of Sweets.



Jack climbed the stairs up to Spot's small room at the Brooklyn lodging
house with a smile tugging at his lips.  A thrill of excitement shot
through him as he imagined the things to come.  Tomorrow was a holiday,
no papes to sell, so everyone got the day off.  Jack could think of only
one thing that he wanted to spend his rare day off doing. 

He was more than a little late by the time he stepped into Spot's room,
since he had promised to help David with something for his mother.  Jack
liked Mrs. Jacobs, so when his friend had asked for help in preparing a
birthday surprise, Jack hadn't thought twice about it.  Besides, the
longer he was away from Brooklyn, the more the anticipation built up.
It was strange for him, he'd had his share of lovers, but none of them
had ever made him feel this level of anticipation, no matter what the
night had in store for them.

Jack closed the door with his heel and leaned against it.  He looked
over at the window, where Spot was leaning heavily against the
windowsill, staring down at the street below.  At first, Jack admired
the
view, taking time to fully ogle his lover's backside, but after Spot
failed to turn around for several minutes, Jack got worried.

"Took ya long enough." Spot's voice was quiet and slightly angry.  More
than anything, it was resigned, almost as if he'd been expecting
whatever disappointment he was now feeling.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked as he closed the distance between himself and
the other boy.  He reached out and put his hand on Spot's shoulder.
Spot shook it off and stepped away.  "I'm sorry I was late.  What do ya
want me ta do?  Davey asked me to-" Jack was cut off when Spot suddenly
turned to look up at him, his eyes narrowed and angry.

"Figures," he said.  "I shoulda known he was trouble."  Jack stared at
his friend, wondering why he was acting so strangely.  "Get lost, Jack.
Go back to Davey."  Spot pointed angrily at the door.

Jack's mouth opened in surprise.  "You're jealous."  Never had he
expected to say those words in connection with Spot Conlon.  He seemed
to confident to ever succumb to such an emotion. 

"I am not jealous!" Spot's sharp glare at Jack only served to confirm
the suspicion.

"Yes ya are," Jack said, a small smile on his lips.  Knowing that Spot
was jealous over him made his ego shoot up a notch.  Still, he wondered
what had brought on the sudden emotion.  His thoughts were interrupted
when Spot angrily crossed the room and threw Jack up against the wall. 

Jack had time to think, 'What is it with Spot and walls?' before Spot
began to speak.  He pronounced each word slowly, as if making sure that
Jack understood everything he was saying.

"I'm not jealous.  Only girls get jealous."  Spot's face was so close to
Jack's that for a split second, Jack thought that the other boy was
going to kiss him.  He was disappointed when Spot pulled away, almost as
if he didn't want to touch him anymore.  The thought hurt.

"Not only girls," Jack said as he rubbed his shoulder.  Spot pointed at
him to stop him from saying anything else.

"Ya wants me ta throw you through the wall next time, insteada jus'
against it?"

"What is wrong wit you?" Jack asked as he stepped away from the wall,
closer to Spot.  Jack was happy when Spot didn't step back.

"What's wrong wit me?  What's wrong wit you?  Why Davey?"  For the first
time since Jack had known Spot, the other boy looked hurt.  The
expression disappeared as quickly as it had come, and Spot once again
hid behind a mask of anger.

Spot had no illusions about the future.  He knew that whatever it was
that he had with Jack was going to come to an end eventually, but he
didn't want that end to be because of David.  Spot liked David, and he
knew that the friendship wouldn't be able to survive if he was the
reason that Jack left.

"There's nothin' goin' on between me an' Davey, Spot.  He's me friend.
Nothin' more."

"Prove it," Spot said.  Jack did the only thing he could think of.

He reached out, grabbed a fistful of Spot's shirt, and pushed him
against the wall.  He then stepped close to the dazed boy and quickly
lowered his mouth to rest against Spot's.  Spot was surprised at first,
Jack wasn't one to shove people into walls, or to be as aggressive as he
was now being with the kiss.  The kiss was hard and demanding.  Jack was
clearly in control, and Spot didn't mind. He'd learned that good things
came to those who played along.  Spot wondered just how Jack was going
to prove that he and Davey were nothing more than friends.  He felt like
a fool for making Jack prove it in the first place.  He was Spot Conlon,
Brooklyn Leader, and he shouldn't be prone to insecurities.  Spot pushed
the thought out of his mind and concentrated on the feel of Jack's mouth
on his, deciding that it was the better of the two options.

When Jack pulled away, Spot's lips were a little sore, and he was
breathing heavily.  When Jack pulled away, his face was less than an
inch from Spot's.  Their lips brushed as he spoke.

"I don' want Davey, I jus' want you," he said.  "And if dat don't
satisfy ya, then nothin' will."  Jack stood stock still, waiting for
Spot to make the next move.  When nothing happened for a few moments,
Jack thought that he hadn't been convincing enough.  He was about to
turn away, resigned that his ... whatever it was ... had come to an
abrupt end, when Spot tangled his left hand in Jack's hair and pulled
his mouth back down.

The kiss was frenzied, tongues fighting, hands roaming, moans and groans
sounding in the quiet little room.  Clothing was disposed of and the two
lovers shuffled to the bed.

"I neva got ya back for that alley meeting," Jack chucked as he began to
kiss his way down Spot's body.  He paused to bite down on the other
boy's left nipple.  Jack was rewarded with a sharp gasp.  Spot could
feel Jack's smile as he continued to kiss his way south.  He knew
exactly how Jack was going to "pay him back."  He couldn't wait.

When Jack's mouth plunged down over Spot's erection, Spot's back arched
off the bed.  Jack pushed him back down with the palms of his hands
against his lover's sharp hip bones.  Spot's hands worked their way
through Jack's hair, occasionally pushing his head down.  When Jack
removed Spot's hands and placed them firmly on the bed, Spot went back
to gently tugging at Jack's hair.

"Jack..." The writhing boy groaned the name, drawing out the A.  "I'm
gonna... soon."

Jack began to work harder, stroking with his tongue and hands as he
continued to suck.  It didn't take long before Spot's back was arching
again, and he was babbling, telling Jack how good he was, how good it
felt, and about how he didn't want it to stop. 

Jack let Spot come down from his high for a few moments as he spat the
cum into his hand and slicked up his own erection.  He crawled up Spot's
body and kissed him deeply while he positioned himself and slid inside
his lover.  Spot turned his head to the side and gasped loudly.  They
set a fast, hard rhythm, harder and more aggressive than they were used
to.  Jack's mouth was glued to Spot's, preventing any loud moans from
reaching anyone downstairs.

Their movements were rougher, harder, than usual, but Jack told himself
that it was necessary.  He was trying to prove a point, to make Spot see
that he was the only one that got him like this, that made him lose
control.  He knew that Spot would be sore in the morning, but one glance
at the boy in question chased away Jack's moment of guilt.  Spot was
enjoying himself; his head was thrown back, his legs were wrapped around
Jack's waist, his hands clawing at Jack's back. Spot was making quiet
noises, whimpers, gasps and moans.  Soon, the noises gave way to
whispered words, begging and pleading as Spot tried to extract promises
of more from Jack.

Jack said nothing, he just closed his eyes, covered Spot's mouth with
his own, and put all the words that he wanted to say into the kiss.

Jack could tell when Spot was at the edge, his entire body tensed up and
then his back arched like a bow.  The feeling of his lover writhing
beneath him helped Jack to let go.  He collapsed on top of Spot, his
face buried in his lover's neck.  They didn't speak for several minutes,
but they were far from silent.  The sound of them struggling for breath
replaced the earlier sounds of passion.

"How did I do?" Jack asked as he lifted his head.  His hair was sweat
soaked, and it stuck up at an odd angle.

"Very convincing," Spot replied.

"Good," Jack said, and then the conversation ended.  Spot wasn't one to
talk about his feelings, and Jack still got confused when he tried to
figure out exactly what he had with the Brooklyn Leader.  Some things
were better left unsaid.

End.