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The Dancer and the Artist- Sprace

Race was dragging Spot down the halls of  the World of Arts Highschool. He was grinning madly and barely turned back to see if Spot was still with him. He knew Spot was in a very uncomfortable position, but he was just so excited to show his boyfriend his dance to his music.

Spot was smiling as he felt the pleasure and excitement radiate from his boyfriend. Being in different programs, they rarely got to see each other, so going on dates was the most important thing in the world, and knowing Race planned this for them made him feel like the luckiest guy in the universe.

Race finally stopped at an abandoned dance studio/classroom-situation, causing Spot to run face first into his back. Race hid his laughter the best he could as Spot groaned and held  his nose, opening the door only to drag Spot one more time.

"Racer, I understand you're excited", Spot chuckled as he stopped his stride. "But I'd like both of my arms in place. I kind of need them."

Race giggled and let go of Spot's arm. He checked his back pocket to make sure the CD he made was still there. He smiled and pulled- not exactly dragging him since both of his arms were in use- and pushed him onto a blanket that laid in the back of the room.

"What the-"

"Just go with it", Race winked, and jogged up to the CD player. He opened it and placed his recording inside, jogging to the middle of the room when he heard the music start.

Spot still sat confusedly until Race started to dance his heart out. As the performance went on, he heard the music, which was clearly about him since Race was singing about the time he caught him when he fell of out a tree.

Sean's attention was mainly on Antonio's dance number, however. He loved to watch his boyfriend dance, especially when he did it out of the blue. He loved watching Race's face light up with pure joy, and loved listening to him go on for hours about his dance classes or how mean the teacher was or how much his feet hurt from wearing the same shoes for hours. He just loved him.

When Race finished dancing, Spot clapped very loudly. Race bowed a few times and curtsied once, running a hand through his hair and jogging up to his boyfriend. "Did you like it? I feel like I could've done something a bit more-"

"It was beautiful." Race smiled and sat down next to Spot with a grin on his face. The two boys turned to face each other and beamed when they saw the others features. "You're beautiful."

Spot felt like he could stare at Race for years. Race felt like looking at Spot was a pleasure all in itself. It felt as if everything in that moment was perfect, and nothing less than that, as they stared at each other, taking in the others features.

Race had a bit of a crooked nose from that time he fought the Delancey's (and won, of course). Spot had a scar near his lip from that one time he punched a mirror and the glass flew everywhere.

Spot had a slit in his eyebrow because Race pranked him when he was sleeping. Race had a scar on his his cheekbone because of a baseball game he had when he was younger.

Race had freckles around his nose. Spot had long eyelashes.

Both boys thought the other was mesmerizing, so looking away would be a challenge. Race cleared his throat, still staring at Spot, and hit a button of the remote to the CD player, causing a slow song to play through the room.

"Can I, Racetrack Higgins", Race stood up, dusting off his pants, "have this dance?"

Spot chuckled and grabbed Race's waiting hand, standing up and walking to the center of the room. He placed his hands on his boyfriend's waist, and smiled when Race placed his arms around his neck lazily. They moved their feet in a repeating square, staring into each other's eyes as if nothing else in the world mattered in that moment.

If the earth began to shake? So be it.

The building was on fire? So what!

The damn Avengers came out asking for recruits? Who cares! (Race cares; Race cares very much.)

Nothing in the world could tear them away from each other, not even if they were forced to be pulled apart.

The Dancer and the Artist.