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Jack’s been in this position before. He’s seventeen when he first meets David, he’s a runaway with a pretty face and he’s not the kind of guy to avoid trouble. Before he found the Newsie gig, back when he was just a stupid kid with a crook for a father, before he even stole that food and landed in the Refuge, he’d done some nasty things on his knees for a penny or two. Once he got the handle of it, even after the Newsies, it was easy enough to fall back on old tricks when times got rough. He might have been the best Newsie in New York but he was damn good on his knees too.
So, Jack’s been on his knees in a rough cobble-stoned alleyway, a puddle dampening the hem of his pant legs, the sound of a thousand people living, eating, sleeping, fucking, all of it covers up what Jack’s doing right now. David’s panting, his shoulders pressed against rough brick and mortar, one hand clinging to the warm metal fire escape. His grip is slippery, it’s hot and what Jack is doing with his tongue is making David sweat, and when his hand slips it squeaks.
David tastes clean, salty sweat and faintly of soap and cotton, and he’s circumcised which is totally weird to Jack. He’d never seen an uncircumcised dick before and when he first got Davide wrestled out of his heavy wool pants he’d spent long seconds wrapping his tongue around the faint scar there.
“Jack.” David gasps, fingernails clawing at the back of Jack’s skull, fingers tangled in Jack’s unruly blond hair. Jack keeps going, hot and wet and messy, his cheeks hollowed from suction.
When David comes he bangs his head against the rough brick, dark curls catching on rough edges. Jack swallows like a pro, used to it even if it’s been a while.
Watching David, sweet David, mouthy David, smart ass, brilliant, amazing David, looking completely fucked out and leaning heavily against the side of his apartment building, Jack decides.
No more sucking, no matter how easy it is or how expensive Jack can be. This type of thing is reserved for one person now, and he’s smiling down at Jack with those sparkling expressive eyes of his right now.
“So.” Jack stands and rubs himself against David’s leg. David laughs, breathless and surprised, and Jack’s smile is bright while he leads Davide’s slack hand to slide under the waistband of his pants. “Care to lend a hand?”
So, Jack’s been on his knees in a rough cobble-stoned alleyway, a puddle dampening the hem of his pant legs, the sound of a thousand people living, eating, sleeping, fucking, all of it covers up what Jack’s doing right now. David’s panting, his shoulders pressed against rough brick and mortar, one hand clinging to the warm metal fire escape. His grip is slippery, it’s hot and what Jack is doing with his tongue is making David sweat, and when his hand slips it squeaks.
David tastes clean, salty sweat and faintly of soap and cotton, and he’s circumcised which is totally weird to Jack. He’d never seen an uncircumcised dick before and when he first got Davide wrestled out of his heavy wool pants he’d spent long seconds wrapping his tongue around the faint scar there.
“Jack.” David gasps, fingernails clawing at the back of Jack’s skull, fingers tangled in Jack’s unruly blond hair. Jack keeps going, hot and wet and messy, his cheeks hollowed from suction.
When David comes he bangs his head against the rough brick, dark curls catching on rough edges. Jack swallows like a pro, used to it even if it’s been a while.
Watching David, sweet David, mouthy David, smart ass, brilliant, amazing David, looking completely fucked out and leaning heavily against the side of his apartment building, Jack decides.
No more sucking, no matter how easy it is or how expensive Jack can be. This type of thing is reserved for one person now, and he’s smiling down at Jack with those sparkling expressive eyes of his right now.
“So.” Jack stands and rubs himself against David’s leg. David laughs, breathless and surprised, and Jack’s smile is bright while he leads Davide’s slack hand to slide under the waistband of his pants. “Care to lend a hand?”