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   two poor boys ? on a date ? in 1899 ?

yes

(:

two for sure

i’m so done with my writing but accept all these gays

Jack hadn’t wanted this, but Crutchie had insisted. ‘I’ll pay,’ he said. ‘We can afford it ! We deserve that, I thinks.’

That’s what he’d said - now it was the evening, after a long uneventful day, and at this point he was just waiting next to the lodging house, his foot tapping nervously against the ground. He’d hoped Crutchie wouldn’t be too late, but it seemed he was taking his time… oh, oh– maybe he should go get him ? Maybe he was in danger. 

… No. He was getting anxious for no reason. Crutchie would be fine, they’d won the strike, they… everything was fine. Life was a bit better. Not perfect, but better, and they’d be just fine, everything… god.

“Hey, Jack !”

The light voice rang, getting Jack’s head to perk up in its direction.

Of course, it was Crutchie, but he wasn’t alone ; the confusion was obvious on Jack’s face. Why was… someone else there ? What was this about ? Was Crutchie about to–

“I’d thunk it’d maybe be dangerous if we went together,” Crutchie began explaining, a gentle smile on his face to maybe appease his now boyfriend. “ ‘Cause we’re boys. But if we’s three, then it’s less suspicious.”

Oh… Clever. Jack’s gaze went back to the third boy’s face, and he gave a nod.

“Well, uh… thanks, Dave.”

A smile was lying on the taller teen’s face, perhaps a bit absent-mindedly. “No problem. Just helping two fellas out.”

That was reassuring. With Davey there, they could always get out of a situation anyway, right ? And they’d earned that small, peaceful time. Even if they weren’t alone, that was fine. That was good enough, especially since they were going to go out in public. Not that they’d be looked at, but security first.

“Okay, let’s get goin’ !”

And they went ; but as they began heading to that bar thing Crutchie had chosen, Jack couldn’t help but notice the… sort of sad look in their friend’s eyes. Sadness ? No, he was miserable. He was hurting, and Kelly wasn’t blind.

But he said nothing yet, and the date went well.

After spending a whole evening flirting and cracking jokes, Jack and Crutchie pretty much staying the same as always despite the growing, obvious discomfort in their friend’s stance, they had to head home.

But Jack was… drunk. And drunk Jack didn’t make the best decision.

There he was, slinging one arm around Crutchie’s shoulders, his other arm around Davey’s - who flinched at that -, with a huge grin on his face.

“ ‘t was a good evenin’, wasn’t it ?”

He got a nod from Davey, and a sleepy hum from Crutchie. Good, good reactions.

“So, fellas, I’d got this thing I’d thunk about an’ it’s interestin’, I… thinks.”

“Youse drunk, ‘s always interesting,” Crutchie replied, with a sort of slurred speech too.

But they were both drunk, and neither of them noticed just how… flustered Davey had gotten, from that arm around his shoulders. They were busy being themselves, and being drunk, being gay. Well, maybe a bit more for Jack.

“So like I’s said it’s interestin’, Dave, listen… listen. I thinks that uh, we… the Heads o’ the Newsboys, their dads…”

The taller teen was anxious, sure, but also mildly concerned.

“… should be, all official dads, together.”

Crutchie giggled. “What’s that mean ?”

“Means like, I can… I can kiss both when I wants ! An’ they can do that too, an’ all…”

Clearly, only Davey wasn’t drunk, and only he was completely embarrassed. Perhaps not embarrassed, but he was at the very least on the verge of tears. This was quite overwhelming ; did Jack mean that ?

“I– Jack, I think that uh, you’re… drunk. A- and, you need to sleep ! Yes, sleep, um… you can both sleep over, I guess, like– like I’ll sleep on the floor or… with Les, I don’t know, but… I’ll give you my bed.”

He managed to stutter. Yes, that’s what good friends do… and he totally wasn’t head over heels for both his friends ! One of them who was now joking about dating him, aha… great.

“ ‘Dunno, David, that sounds cool to me. Ya got a nice face, you’re a good friend…” The blond to Jack’s side began mumbling, keeping his soft sleepy grin. “We could be official Newsdads.”

Fucking cheesy, God. Who would even think of writing or saying such bull ?

“Yea, right, Dave– Let’s be Newsdads !” Jack added.

Stop repeating that word, for Heaven’s sake.

“I think… I think that we should be Newsasleep right now,” Davey only muttered, cursing at himself. Newsasleep was so cursed.

Except they all woke up in Davey’s bed, and all cuddling too. Davey woke up last, to make things easier ; Crutchie and Jack simply had decided to keep lying down with him by his sides, sometimes exchanging a few words about a headache and a certain bedmate.

Is bedmate cursed too ?

Either way, that was how Jack and Crutchie’s first date had gone. Well, he could honestly be proud of himself ! He’d… saved the day, and nothing had gone wrong. He could pat himself on the back, and act like none of that drunk foolishness had happened.

“Your eyes’ open, Dave.”

Ah, shit.

“My head hurts, Dave. Kiss it better.”

Don’t be a whiny baby, Jack.

( Davey kissed his forehead better. )

“Hey, Dave, can I get one too ?”

Charles Morris, why ?

( Davey kissed Crutchie’s forehead better too. )

This was exhausting. He’d just woken up, and he had to go through these two boys’ shenanigans. Did he deserve it ? Absolutely not. This was slanderous.

“The offer still stands, Dave–”

“Look, stop sayin’ my name, I get it, you’re… talkin’ ‘a me.”

Frustration, embarrassment and longing all in one. He felt bad, because… hey, he wanted this, okay ? These two boys ? The lights of his life. Working with the newsies was fun, but it would’ve never been worth it without Jack and Crutchie’s smiles, jokes and all the good times they’d spent together. But they loved each other, was this fair ? Was he allowed to… join in ?

“You two’re together anyways, I… We can’t be three. This ain’t right.”

“Who says we can’t be three if we wanna be three ? Two ain’t any more legal,” Crutchie retorted, somehow more awake all of a sudden.

And poor David felt defeated. The two pairs of eyes were staring at him intently, and he just couldn’t say no. Not because it was physically impossible for him to, but because he just couldn’t bring himself to. He didn’t want to.

He wanted to accept.

“… Sure you’re not just feelin’ bad for me ?”

“Sure.”

“Sure ?”

“Just said it, punk.”

“Hey–”

“C’mon, Dave. We ain’t messin’ with ya. Crutch’s been talkin’ bout ya anyways, so…”

“I–”

“Please ! We’s a power trio.”

“I was gonna say yes.”

“Oh.”

“Cool.”

And that’s how it went. Then there was silence. Eventually, Jack and Crutchie kissed, then sat up. Each of them leaned in, one after the other, to offer Davey one too. And while Davey was much shyer than they were, there was no less love in his affections. They were all together now, and they were going to own it.

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