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The feeling stays. They end up on the old, beat up couch in the back room, Spot on one end, Davey in the middle, and Race on the other end, legs draped over both boys’ legs. Davey’s head rests on top of Spot’s, and he holds Race’s knee in a gentle hand. The blonde’s chest is rising and falling, having fallen asleep rather quickly once he got comfortable.
Spot smirks, huffing a laugh. “He falls asleep anywhere, don’t he?”
“Yeah. It’s as adorable as it is deeply inconvenient.”
“Adorable, huh?” Spot asks, causing Davey to duck his head, ears tipped in red.
“I mean, yeah. Is that… is that alright?”
Chuckling, Spot turns to Davey and lifts his hands to cup his face. “Course it is, doll. You’ve gotta get it through that thick skull that you’re ours , alright? Which means we’re yours too. Call us whatever you wanna. We already do the same to you, Mouth. ”
Davey pauses, frozen. “Is- is that what that was? Were you flirting with me?”
Spot stops adjusting Davey’s collar and pauses. “Yeah. Don’t tell me you didn’t know. You didn’t know!?”
“...How long?”
“What.”
“ How long have you been flirting with me, Spot?” When he doesn’t answer right away, Davey takes one of his hands and raises an eyebrow.
“...Since the day we met. Race not until after, though. After the strike. From what he told me, he basically went on about how great you are. I can’t fuckin’ believe you didn’t notice.”
‘You ain’t a whisper, Mouth.’ Appears in Davey’s head, and his face softens. “All this time. You didn’t say anything?”
Spot shrugs and leans back. “You was with Jack. Then, we wanted to be there for you as your buddies ‘till you got over him. Figured you’d get it when you were ready.” The taller boy presses his forehead into Spot’s shoulder and groans. “Didn’t account for your bein’ so goddamn oblivious.”
A chuckle sounds from across the couch, and the two turn to see Race smirking up at them, his slightly too-long hair hanging in his face. “Dunno how you’re so damn stupid and so smart at once.” He reaches over and tips Davey’s hat down over his eyes. “I’ve been all over you since the strike, we hang out with you constantly , and Jesus, you know about Spot’s leg. ”
“I’m trustworthy ,” Davey squeaks, pulling a laugh out of his companions.
“Yeah, and you’ve got pretty brown eyes, fluffy hair, and know your shit. Spot don’t tell just anyone, just the people he… the people he likes. A lot.”
There is an awkward silence then, before Spot sighs. “I didn’t wait almost half a year to not tell you when I had you. I only tell people I love, David. I love you.”
“I… I love you too. Both of you. Really. I’m so sorry it took so long.”
Race rolls his eyes. “None of that. Here we are, right? No skin off my back, Dave. We wasn’t just gonna stop lovin’ you cause you took a bit longer than we wanted.”
“You needed time. You got it. Now we’re here, and that’s that,” Spot whispers against Davey’s collar, pressing a kiss to his jaw. He turns into it, gently pressing their foreheads together. Race gets up to get something and ends up sitting on the ground in front of the couch, leaving room for the other two. Together they sit for a while, chatting quietly until Davey yawns.
“Sorry, I’ve just had school all week and my teachers are kicking me in the ass lately.”
All he gets is a shrug from both. “Lay down, we’ll be quiet,” Spot tells him, grabbing his hat from off of his head and placing it on a small table.
“You sure?”
Spot levels a look at him and lightly pats his own thigh. “Just shut up and take a nap, Mouth.”
Davey laughs, but he’s blushing as he readjusts himself to be lying down on the couch, his head pillowed by Spot’s thigh. After he does this, he lies and thinks. The warmth of Spot’s thigh under his head, the tickle of Race’s hair against his arm. These boys are his, and he is theirs, and that is why he falls asleep smiling.