Whoa, I'm I dreaming?
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Category:
M through R › Newsies
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
1,789
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't make any money from this fic and I don't own Newsies, but I do own Morgan Jacobs aka Lit'l Bit
chapter 10
Chapter 10
Later that night I awoken to find my head pounding, of course I grab my head in my hands and moan. I manage to get up now barely and sit at the edge of the bed. I grab the nightstand now. Morgan: Aughhhhhhhhhh. Morgan: I should have known not to drink it so fast, damn it. Snitch: Do you always talk to yourself? Morgan: What are you doing here? I had turned my head to see Snitch standing in the doorway leaning against it. Snitch: I was walking by and heard you. Morgan: Oh, well I'm fine, just drank a little to fast and too much. Snitch: First time? Morgan: No, not really, usually if I take it slow and let the ice cubes melt it, it gets watered down enough so that I don't have to worry about this happening. Snitch: Well apparently you didn't this time. Morgan: No. I look at him now and smile. Morgan: So Snitch what are you doing up so late? Snitch: Usually I'm asleep, but I went to the bathroom. Morgan: Oh, well I should get some sleep, I will need it if I have to sell tomorrow. Snitch: Morgan, what's it like where you're from? Morgan: Different, why? Snitch: You never talk about it. Morgan: That's because I wish to never go back there and I want to forget about it. Snitch: Oh, well can I ask you another question? I have my hand on my forehead now and I'm leaning against the nightstand a little with my elbow on it. Morgan: What is it Snitch? Snitch: What is it like to kiss a girl? I turn to look at him. Morgan: I don't know I don't kiss girls, just boys. I have to smile now, even if my head hurting a little. Snitch: I mean I've never kissed a girl and well I.... Morgan: Snitch too bad you can't go to where I'm from. Snitch: Why's that? Morgan: You'd have girls after you all the time. Snitch: Really? Morgan: Yes, but to answer your question do you want to kiss me? Snitch smiles and then shyly looks in my eyes. Snitch: Yes. I lean in and take my hand now to put it in the back of his head and pull him towards me, I press my lips against his and then as Snitch is responding I continue to kiss him, letting him learn while kissing me. I then break the kiss and look at him. Snitch: Was that ok? Morgan: It was fine, but you gotta relax a little and just go with me ok? I lean in again, this time I put both of my arms around his neck and let my fingers run thru his hair, he responds a little more now and then I lay on my back, I can feel as Snitch's body is pressed against mine, we continue as I let him experience a little more. I break the kiss and look at him. Our bodies still pressed together now. Snitch is leaning over and I'm still on my back. Morgan: That was much better Snitch. Snitch: Thanks. I notice Snitch now, he's about to tell me something else, but then he stops himself. Morgan: What is it Snitch? Snitch: Thanks. Morgan: No problem, you have to start somewhere, you never know if you get a girlfriend or something. I let go of Snitch and he sits back down. Morgan: Look we can finish your lesson some other time when I'm feeling much better, how's that? Snitch: Ok, I'd like that. I watch Snitch get up and then head out the door. I lie back down and close my eyes. Morgan: That was sweet; I wonder what it would be like the take his virginity. I lay on my side. I must have drunk enough to get sick, but my head starts to spin again and I touch my lips to where Snitch kissed me. Snitch one of the background newsies. How sweet. The last thing I remember is a voice in my head.* Voice: * Go ahead and take a few newsies, it'll make a great story back home, besides no-one would believe you anyway. I end up answering the voice. Morgan: Shut up. Then silence and I drift off to sleep, wondering if I'm going to dream this time. ***************************************************