he didn't think anyone would be using the music room. but there is somd kid just wailing on the drums, completely oblivious to the world around him. he's almost violent with it.
he's waiting for the other guy to be done when he hears the loudest, most obnoxious cursing ever. he climbs to his feet and looks in. "what did ya do?" he asks.
"nothing, fuck off!" the other guy bites back. race ignores him and walks over anyway.
"no, fuck off!" he repeats, looking up. he's pretty, race thinks. his freckles. even the bruise around his eye is pretty.
"let me see. i'll clean it for you."
"what the- i told you to fuck off already!"
"and i didn't listen. you just split your hand open. let me see. or i can go get the school nurse?" race smiles triumphantly as the other guy holds out his hand. "you literally have wood splinters in your hand."
"i broke a fucking drumstick, of course i got wood in my hand!" he bites his lip to keep from making a terrible joke. "gonna get it out?" race nods, still suppressing a laugh.
"if i had tweezers or something, for sure." the guy sighs. "gimme a couple second, i think there's a first aid kit in the back." he finds the kit and comes back to the guy. he sits on the floor by the drummer guy's seat. he's gotta find out his name. "i'm race, by the way." after a moment of silence, he gets a response.
"get that from all the freckles?"
"no. the bruises." that's much sadder. race pulls the small splinters out of spot's hand, smiling when he doesn't flinch even slightly.
"i gotta clean it now. if it hurts, no, it doesn't." he's quiet as he cleans spot's hand and then bandages it. he can feel spot staring at him, checking him out, eyes landing on his lips for a very long time. "good?" he asks as he finishes wrapping his hand. spot flexes his hand.
"fine." race looks up at him, still seated on the ground. "so, um, where's race from?"
"i'm fast," he replies, smiling a little. spot nods back, still flexing his hand. he has his other drumstick in his other hand, twirling it around his fingers.
"and where'd you learn this?" he raises his bandaged hand.
"i get in fights a lot and i learned pretty quick how to fix myself up." he runs a hand through his hair, pushing his curls back from his face. he doesn't miss spot's eyes tracking every move he makes.
"yeah, i get into fights too. that's where all the bruises and cuts come from."
"bruises are hot though," race tells him, pointedly looking at the bruise around his eye. he grins slightly as spot flushes. he's pretty when he blushes.
"i think so." spot nods and looks down, away from him. he feels a little proud of himself. spot is clearly a tough guy and he's proud he can make spot blush like that. "especially on you." he shuffles closer. he wants to kiss him so bad. spot looks back, finding race sitting practically right in front of him. spot leans in closer, their faces only a few inches apart.
"can i?" he asks, leaning forward too, so they're speaking into each other's lips.
