some more spravey in any au?
now we are speaking my language...........
davey picks up a small job, some gang pushing into their territory just a little too close, and jack would rather not deal with them at all
race is the talker, and davey is all for giving people a chance to prove themselves innocent, so maybe race can get some answers out of them. and if not? spot’s right behind him, the muscle of the operation, and he can settle the score more...permanently
they’re quiet on the way there, with race occasionally making small talk
he knows what they’re like. both quiet, focusing themselves on what they need to do, and he can respect that
race tries his hardest, he really does, but this gang doesn’t wanna give up their stolen foothold on the city, and maybe their meeting ends in more bloodshed than davey had initially hoped for
they’re sat on a brick wall, acrid scent of cigarette smoke filling their air, and spot tries to scrub the blood from his hands with his shirt
race is leaning against him, taking lazy drags off a stolen cigarette, and davey is just...quiet
they’re not ready to go back yet. want a little time alone, to bask in each other’s company, because lord knows the penthouse is noisy and always buzzing with activity
they don’t talk much, aside from the occasional comment about something inconsequential, but the silence is comfortable and familiar
davey leans over to press a kiss to spot’s temple, soft
there’s an arm slung lazily over race’s shoulders, a hand on davey’s thigh, head resting against spot’s bicep
just having the tiniest bit of physical contact is like coming home to them, knowing the other two are there and real and entirely theirs
they stay there until the sun sinks beneath the horizon, murmuring softly to one another
it probably looks like nothing to an outsider, but to the three of them? those quiet little moments of peace in a life of turbulence and constant upheaval are everything
