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Surprisingly, Spot Conlon is a gentleman. He opens the car door for him, he makes polite conversation in the car, and he gives him compliments.
“That’s a nice shirt.”
He blushes. “Th-thanks. It’s, uh, it’s Jack’s.”
“Well, you should steal it, because it really brings out your eyes.” Damn, this guy is smooth.
“Thanks,” he says again lamely. “You uh...you look good?” It wasn’t supposed to be a question.
Spot laughs, not looking away from the road. “Thank you.”
It goes quiet after that, but it’s not awkward. Just...quiet.
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Tony definitely doesn’t have expensive first date tastes - the two of them get McDonald’s, walk around a few stores before deciding to go and sit on the swings in the small local park. It’s nearly 6pm when they get there, so there are practically no little kids about: perfect.
“So, maybe we should get to know each other a little better?” Spot suggests, swinging back and forth slightly.
Tony shrugs. “Okay. What do you wanna know?”
Clearly, Spot hadn’t gotten that far in his thought process. “Uhh...favourite colour?”
He rolls his eyes, smiling fondly. “That’s a boring question.”
“You’re a boring question,” Spot retorts, but it’s nothing but playful.
“Touché, Brooklyn. Also like, purple maybe? Like dark blue or dark purple. What about yours?”
“Red,” he answers simply, looking out over the rest of the park. “Now you ask a question.”
“What’s your real first name?”
Spot doesn’t even hesitate. “Pass.”
“Hey! You can’t pass a question!”
“I can, and I just did,” he shrugs. “I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”
Tony sighs: he has a point. “Fine. Uh, favourite kind of movie?”
“Horror. You?”
“Same.”
They continue like that until the sun starts to go down, turning the sky a beautiful orange colour. Tony shivers, rubbing his hands over his arms to try and get some heat.
“Do you want my jacket?” Spot offers. Tony is about to politely decline, but the other boy is already shrugging it off his shoulders and putting it on his.
“Um, th-thanks,” he says quietly, slipping his arms into it. Despite Spot being smaller, the jacket fits perfectly, and he huddles into it for warmth.
Spot just nods, looking away again. He has his hands on his lap as he just sways on the swing. Tony looks from his hand to his face and back, biting his lip. It’s now or never, Antonio, he thinks. So he quickly moves his hand over and locks their fingers together. Spot glances down, smirks a little, then looks away and tightens his hold slightly.
Oh my God. He’s holding hands with Spot Conlon.
They sit in silence once more, just enjoying the peace and quiet: they both live in foster homes, so any sort of silence is a break for them.
Eventually, Tony’s phone beeped: curfew in half an hour.
“I’ll drive you home,” Spot states, standing up. He doesn’t let go of Tony’s hand, and Tony doesn’t complain.
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They’re sat in the car outside of Kloppman’s, Tony still huddled in Spot’s jacket, reluctant to go.
“So…” he says quietly, and Spot looks at him.
“So,” he echoes.
Tony swallows nervously. “Are we...I mean- do you want to...uh, do this again?”
Spot smiles. “I don’t know. Do you want to?”
“Yeah,” he answers, grinning.
“Then we totally will.” Spot gets out of the car, going round to open the door for Tony, walking him up the steps to the door.
“Oh, your jacket!” the taller boy exclaims, going to take it off.
Spot stops him. “No, keep it. You look cute in it,” he grins. “Besides, I’ve got tonnes back home.” Then the shorter boy pauses, and for the first time all evening, he looks nervous. “Can I...kiss you?”
“Spot Conlon, we have literally already had sex,” Tony mumbles, blushing.
Spot glares, but it’s weak. “Shut up. I wanna make sure it’s okay,” he mutters back.
And, well, Tony can’t just let him stand and pout forever. He rolls his eyes and smiles. “C’mere,” he says, leaning down.
Their lips meet halfway, and it’s sparks and fireworks all over again. Gentle fingers caress his jaw, the other hand holding his hip. He’s breathless when they pull apart, 100% sure his cheeks are redder than they’ve ever been.
“G’night, Racer,” Spot hums before heading down the steps. Tony stands, frozen, before the car engine startles him back to life. He glances over, watching Spot give him a small wave before driving off.
Tony keeps waving until the car is round the block.
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“Hey, Race! How’d it go?”
“It was, uh, good! We’re going on another date.”
“That’s awesome!”
“Hey, LoveBird, nice jacket.”
“Shut up, Albert.”