A/N: I promise you that one day my actual stories will be updated but I'm really on a one-shot kick !
"Don't you dare, Higgins!" Jack laughed loudly and gave Crutchie a kiss before chasing after him.
"You gotta catch me, Kelly!" Racetrack taunted, running downstairs, cackling.
Jack followed him, nearly tripping down the stairs before catching himself. "If I would've fallen, you would've paid for my hospital bill!" He continued to chase Racetrack around the very confused group of boys in Crutchie's living room.
"A hospital bill? Geez, you fall down two steps of stairs and think you'll die from that?" Racetrack continued to taunt, stepping over the couch.
"Hey!" Henry rolled his eyes when Racetrack nearly stepped on him. "Watch it!"
"What has gotten into you two?" David Jacobs stood up, looking over to Spot, who had calmly walked down the stairs behind Jack and Racetrack. "We leave you to go tell Crutchie we're here to visit and it's a madhouse in less than five minutes!"
Finch tilted his head, confused, watching as Jack and Racetrack continued to tease each other; they ignored David. "Where is Crutchie anyways?"
"I'm right here, just a second!" Crutchie meekly spoke and made his way slowly down the stairs. Romeo wanted to question why Crutchie had his room upstairs but decided that it could possibly offend him, and ultimately kept his mouth shut.
Jack stopped the moment he heard Crutchie speak, shaking his head. "Baby, you're not supposed to talk!" He ran over to Crutchie and grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch, next to Henry. "And you shouldn't be standing up right now, you need to be resting."
Racetrack smugly crossed his arms, standing next to Spot. "What are you, his mother?"
Jack scowled, rolling his eyes and grabbing a pillow from the couch to throw it at Racetrack's face. "Shut it, will ya?"
The group laughed as the pillow hit Racetrack in the face. Racetrack asked why Spot hadn't defended him, only to receive a dejected sigh and a half-hearted threat to Jack.
"Hey, don't ya care he hit me in the face?" Racetrack pouted, holding onto the pillow.
"Of course I do, babe, but if I try to hit him back, I could hit Crutchie by accident." Spot shrugged, wrapping an arm around Racetrack protectively. "Then Jack would hit me."
"W-Why are-?" Crutchie croaked out, getting a worried glare from Jack, who kissed his forehead and gave him a pleading look. Crutchie sighed, deciding to try harder not to talk. He turned to Spot and sighed, asking him why they were there.
Everyone stared at Spot, confused as to why he knew what Crutchie was saying.
"Where did ya learn all that?" Racetrack's eyes were wide, surprised. "I didn't know you could talk with your hands like that."
Spot chuckled, rolling his eyes as if to say 'it's no big deal.' "Sign language? Learned it back in the day caring for a few kids in Brooklyn." He shrugged, "He just asked what we're all doing here."
"Well, we wanted to come visit you, of course!" David explained, "We thought, maybe, you'd like to have a movie night with all of us. Popcorn, drinks, pizza-" He reddened, biting his lip. "I just realized you can't eat any of that-"
Crutchie put up his hands, shaking his head. "It's okay!" He turned, signing to Spot.
"Jack brought him some food and his mom has stuff for him already." Spot grinned when he saw Racetrack was looking up at him in astonishment.
"Please keep doing that." He said, eyes glued to his hand.
"Is..." Spot rose an eyebrow, "Is sign language turning you-"
"Shut up!" Racetrack was unbelievably red, hiding his face quickly with a sigh.
Jack and the others laughed at him, "Racer, it's a language for deaf and hard of hearing, what kinda perv-"
"Shut up, shut up, shut UP!" Racetrack whined, leaning into Spot to hide his face more.
David, eager to change the subject, rose up his hand. "Might I suggest we order the pizza now, then?"
***
Ordering pizza for the group was some of the worst hell David felt he had ever been through. He thought ordering online would be easiest, so he promptly pulled up his computer and went to the website to order. That was easy enough.
"Okay, what do we want?" David asked calmly, with a simple grin.
"Hawaiian!" Romeo called out eagerly, a happy, beaming look on his face.
"That's literally the worst kind of pizza." Elmer made a face, giving a thumbs down.
"No wonder you can't get a girlfriend, she'd break up with you the moment she found out what kind of pizza you liked." Henry chuckled, high-fiving JoJo.
"Now, that was a little uncalled for." David spoke up, pointing towards Romeo, who looked heartbroken. "Now, look what you did."
The boys mumbled apologies until Romeo could muster up a small smile. Then, the chaos continued with Racetrack begging David for chicken barbeque pizza, and Mush pointing out that they couldn't eat a pizza with meat on it in front of Crutchie. It would be too offensive, of course.
Jack couldn't speak up quick enough. "That's the stupidest thing I think I've ever heard. The kid isn't gonna get angry if you eat that in front of him. You don't see David getting upset when you eat pork."
Elmer nodded thoughtfully, David rolling his eyes with an exasperated sigh. More order requests were thrown at him, pizza with olives, no mushroom. Pizza with peppers and a side of ranch. The worst requests of them all was pizza with anchovies.
"Hey, its an acquired taste!" Romeo shrugged, huffing. "If I don't get Hawaiian, there better be anchovies!"
***
Soon enough, everyone was piled onto couches, chairs, or even lying on the floor. Blankets and pillows were everywhere; Jack made sure Crutchie had whatever he needed to be comfortable. He lied on the floor next to Crutchie, pulling him close. Crutchie rested his head on Jack's chest, humming softly.
"What movie should we watch?" Specs asked aloud, looking through the collection of DVD's the Morris' had. "Disney? Marvel?"
"Technically, isn't that the same thing now?" Racetrack questioned, hand-in-hand with Spot.
"You know what I mean!" Specs chuckled, holding up a few movies. "Any takers here?"
Racetrack sat up eagerly, pointing to a movie in Specs' hand. "We HAVE to watch The Little Mermaid, oh my God." Racetrack jutted out his lip, a begging gleam in his eyes.
Specs turned to Crutchie, who shrugged. "I d-don't care-" Jack kissed his cheek, nodding towards Specs.
"Turn that one on, Crutchie likes that one." Jack ruffled Crutchie's hair, rubbing his back. Specs turned on the movie and went to sit by Mush, who was all too excited to be watching this movie.
"Being a mermaid would be pretty cool." Crutchie whispered softly.
Jack laughed. "Whys that, baby?"
"I'd never have to worry about my leg again." He laughed slightly, biting his lip hard.
Jack shook, his head, grimacing. "Well, I like your leg."
Crutchie kissed Jack's neck softly. "Mm, I guess...You're not gonna stop me from talking? He questioned a moment later.
Jack smirked, looking down at Crutchie. "I miss your voice every second, anyhow. Why?" Jack rose an eyebrow, kissing his cheek.
"Cuz, y-you'd kiss me when I talked before." Cructhie sulked, looking up at Jack.
Jack laughed softly, his thumb on Crutchie's cheek. "Yeah? All you gotta do is ask for a kiss, baby." He teased, voice soft.
Crutchie blushed, pouting more. "Jack..."
"Use your words, baby?" Jack whispered. "Manners, yanno?"
Crutchie stifled a laugh, putting a hand on Jack's cheek. "Oh, hush." He reached to kiss Jack's cheek.
Jack chuckled as he dodged the kiss. "Baby..."
Crutchie groaned, a small tremble to his lips. "Please, Jacky? Kiss me?"
Jack happily obliged, kissing Crutchie deeply. It was rough, yet sweet. A certain music within that kiss that made their hearts beat like lullabies against each other and their blood turn Baroque. Perhaps the music in the movie helped this lyrical-like kiss, but Jack wouldn't have know it either way. Crutchie's lips was all he needed.
Their words and kisses were interrupted by an annoyed Racetrack throwing popcorn at the two of them. "Hey! Don't mean to interrupt, but I'd like to eat my popcorn, not throw up in it!"
"We're just talking!" Jack sat up with Crutchie, faces in the way of the television as Ariel sang 'Part of your World.'
Racetrack gasped. "Move your HEAD!" He sat up as straight as he could, straining his neck. "Just talking, my ass, the whole room can hear your weird sex thing that's happening."
"You literally got turned on by sign languge." Henry whispered under his breath, making Racetrack embarrassed and his face flush.
"It's a language to appreciate!"
Racetrack was then promptly attacked, everyone groaning and throwing popcorn at him. "Hey, I'm not the one changing the rating of this movie here!"