Davey: *looks up from his book*

Davey: H-hey Jack?

Race: *raises his hand*

Davey: *bares teeth* What kind?

Here you go my friend! Two updates in the same week?? Who is she???

Enjoy!

When Spot and Race invited their very good friends Jack and Davey over to have pizza and play Uno- a tradition carried over from college- they had expected another lighthearted evening like the ones before. However, tonight was a little different, because over the two month break between the games, there had been some mounting… “tension” between Spot and Race. Maybe it was the fact that Spot had gotten a new shampoo that made him smell really nice or that Race had gotten back into dancing and had a bit more definition in his muscles, but something had changed. At this Uno game, it had chosen to manifest itself as intense competition.

“Draw four, bitch!” Spot hollered triumphantly. Race let out a scream of anguish and drew four cards from the deck. That was about as well as the game was going, everyone was screaming and threatening to flip the table every time a power card was played. Despite Spot’s best efforts, Race did end up winning the surprisingly long Uno game.

“Boo!” Jack shouted at Race, who was too busy soaking in his victory.

“Whatever, I’m not even worried about it, since I’m the one who wins most of the time.” Spot smirked.

“Oh you do not!” Race put his hands on his hips.

“I always win at Mario Kart, I’m the best at checkers, and Connect Four, and-”

“C’mon then, let’s settle this right here, right now.” Race stood up and Spot rose to meet him.

“You know I would say ‘get a room’ but this is your guys’ apartment so I think we’ll just go.” Jack smirked knowingly, dragging Davey out the door.

“Thanks for inviting us!” Davey said as he left.

“What are you going to do Race, you want us to fight? I think we both know I’d have you on the ground in five seconds.” They’d gotten right up in each other’s faces by that point, barely a few inches apart. Race was just a little bit taller, and he definitely used that bit to seem more intimidating. It wasn’t until he was close enough to notice the details in Spot’s eyes or the faint rose color that dusted his cheeks that he felt his own face heat up.

“You know what, this furniture cost too much money to break, so why don’t we just go our separate ways so we don’t make a mess?” Race propositioned. Spot raised his hands in surrender and went off to his room without a word.

That next morning Race woke up a earlier than normal and for some reason, decided to make the household chores into a little competition. He started with cleaning up the forgotten Uno game from last night, and then he moved onto the dishwasher, which he needed to load and unload. The noise of the clanging dishes must have woken Spot because he trudged into the kitchen with a rather sour expression.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Winning at chores.” Race replied, gloating. Spot rolled his eyes and then laughed once he understood.

“You realize this means that I wouldn’t have to do any chores? But by all means, keep winning.” Spot turned to go back to bed and Race huffed angrily, putting down the plate he had been holding.

“I’m taller,” Race mumbled, just loud enough for Spot to hear. He turned around and walked back into the kitchen.

“Oh, is this where we’re going now? Fine then, I’m better at games.” Race put down the plate he was holding and walked out from behind the counter.

“I’m a better cook.”

“I’m a gay who can drive.” Spot crossed his arms, making his biceps appear larger. Damn, he’s got me there, Race thought.

“Well I can dance ballet and tap.”

“My side of the bathroom is cleaner.” The apartment only had one bathroom so they were forced to share. It made things rather inconvenient in the mornings and sometimes Spot would just be in there brushing his teeth with no shirt on. It was also across from Spot’s bedroom and he got to see Race walk out of there after he’d just taken a shower and sometimes he’d forget a change of clothes and just wear a towel on his way to his room.

“I can watch a scary movie without shitting myself.”

“Low blow, Higgins.” They both frantically tried to find another way to one up each other.

“I’m stronger than you!” They blurted in unison.

“What, you are not!” Spot said in mock shock. Race walked over to the coffee table and lifted it with ease.

“Oh wow, you can lift the little table!” Spot exclaimed sarcastically. Race rolled his eyes and lifted one of the comfy chairs a little bit off the ground, with much effort.

“Move over, ya twig.” Spot moved Race out of the way and lifted the chair a few feet off the ground, careful not to knock anything over.

“I just… forgot to lift with my legs.” Race said, trying to make up an excuse.

“Oh yeah, sure you did. Hey, you weigh like, 130 pounds right?” Spot asked, sizing him up.

“…Around there, yeah.” he replied warily. Spot nodded, walked over, and just lifted Race right then and threw him over his shoulder.

“Okay, I get it, you’re strong. Now put me down!” Race complained.

“Nah I think I’m good, hardly feeling anything right now.” Spot adjusted him on his shoulders and jostled Race around a little bit, which made him giggle a little bit.

“Alright,” Race sighed. Spot walked over to his room since it was closest and he wanted to throw Race down without actually hurting him. Once he got inside Spot flung him onto his bed with a dull thump. Race dissolved into a fit of laughter and Spot was breathing rather heavily from the exertion. The sight of Race on his bed as Spot leaned over him made his heart beat against his chest and his brain began to short circuit. Race noticed the change in his focus and used the moment leap up and pin Spot against the wall.

“Who’s the strongest?” Race bit on his lip as he smiled.

“Still me.” he tried to push back but Race stopped him when he grabbed Spot’s face with both of his hands. Spot’s arms stayed where they were, but once the rest of him relaxed his hands found a place to rest on Race’s waist. Race pressed against Spot as he basically kissed him into the wall, but there weren’t any complaints. They finally pulled away for some air as they were both breathing heavily.

“Okay, okay, you win.” Spot conceded, perfectly content to continue what they were doing.