Author's Note: I do not own TMR. All right belong to James Dashner.

Chapter One

It took exactly two and a half drinks and a few handfuls of brandy chocolates to get straight-laced Vice President Newt completely wasted.

It was quite funny, honestly, seeing the conscientious and innocent blonde drape himself shamelessly over Gally and Minho, who were equally as drunk as their vice president as well as extremely horny, snorting and laughing incoherently and giving Newt's ass quick smacks and pinches whenever he offered himself to them.

"Shucking hell, Newt, you're a shucking lightweight, you shucking shuck-faced shank," Minho snorted, pouring another glass and chugging it down like a champ.

"Oy! Minho you mothershucker don't drink it all!" protested Theresa, who was lying drunkenly on Brenda's lap, the latter already fast asleep on the couch.

"Slim it! You guys are *hic* shucking klunkheads!" Alby took a swig of his drink and hiccuped again, returning to banter with Jorge who was muttering brokenly in Spanish about 'being a new man' and 'I think I left the stove on in the dorm room'.

Chuck was passed out on the floor.

Thomas shook his head, the only Glader in the entire room who was not completely wasted or at least slightly drunk, being a huge heavyweight despite not being a frequent drinker.

Looking ahead in time to know that Minho or Gally obviously spiked the shucking drinks helped too.

Well, maybe not Gally, but Thomas knew spicing up the party was Minho's thing and he never gave away the chance to do something incredibly stupid to make a party more interesting.

Supposed to be a welcoming party for Thomas and Theresa turned into a huge drinking fest in the enclosed karaoke room at Glade College.

At first it went smoothly, the Gladers' leader Alby giving a 'warm' welcoming speech that somehow ended up having more swear words than welcoming words.

Minho making jokes about Newt's sexuality which made Thomas wonder whether he was gay, seeing as the blonde angel himself was currently grinding against Minho's thigh which curiously made Thomas annoyed and slightly jealous.

They then had a few rounds of singing which included a duet by Minho and Gally who were really just screaming the words and adding dirtier alterations to the song, making everyone laugh and chuckle at the immaturity, Alby singing jazzy songs that promptly put Chuck to sleep.

Brenda and Theresa who sang girly pop songs that had Minho literally jumping around like a hyperactive monkey on crack imitating them in his 'unique high-pitched voice' (everyone threw pillows at him to stop breaking their eardrums).

Jorge sang Spanish songs nobody understood.

Chuck joined Minho and Gally in another duet. Hilarity ensued.

Then came Newt who sang angelic renditions of various Christmas carols which got the girls chiming with 'Aww!'s and Minho and Gally mock-sobbing at 'the cuteness' which made Newt blush and protest before throwing the mic at Minho's head.

And then it all went to hell.

The Gladers should've known better than to trust Minho with the catering. With a smile that made Thomas think whether Minho killed a guy, he brought in snacks and drinks he smuggled through with two very suspicious-looking bottles of 'Fanta Grape' that he settled promptly on the table.

But seeing the vice president's eyes light up like a cat who just got its grub washed Thomas's worries - on whether the party would end up with everyone throwing up in the morning - away.

It was love at first sight for Thomas when it came to the blonde. The minute he arrived at college the handsome vice president went up to him and gave him a warm smile, warmer than the Sun, he thought, before giving him a tour around the institution and introducing him to the Gladers, a small yet tight group of friends who instantly took a liking to him at how well he adapted to them.

He then roomed with Minho, a talkative and mischievous Asian who had a bulky figure and could probably take down a wrestler. But they clicked and had became good friends.

This included the other Gladers: Brenda and Theresa who bonded immediately and with their terrifying girl instincts knew he had the hots for Newt.

Gally who couldn't shut up but always made sure conversation went smoothly and always brightened things up.

Alby, who was the leader and creator of 'Glader slang' who made sure the group remained loyal and stable.

Chuck, the youngest and the brightest who was only in his first year but who everyone was extremely protective of.

And last but not least, the only Spaniard, Jorge.

And then there was Newt. Whenever Newt opened his kissable lips and spoke in that addictive British accent, Thomas felt every strand of his sanity being snapped. Where had this angel been his entire life? And shuck it, he couldn't get enough of that accent of his, he needed more of it.

Thomas liked everything about Newt. The way Newt's untamed blonde hair formed a little halo around him, giving off the impression that he was an angel, gorgeous brown eyes that made Thomas swoon, a lightly-muscled yet delicate body that Thomas wanted to stroke, touch. And the blonde's cute quirk of licking his lips whenever he was interested drove Thomas wild.

Until now.

Seeing the innocent and beautiful blonde flirting with Minho and Gally was starting to get to him. He didn't know whether to thank or kick Minho for spiking the drinks.

Thank him for letting him see this horny side of Newt and kick him for making the cute blonde so drunk that he was literally just prostrating himself like a cat in heat.

"Mmmh~ Gally you shucking shank~ so hot~" purred the delirious blonde, groping onto his friend, eyes glazed over with lust and lips licking in anticipation.

"You're not so bad yourself, shank," Gally chuckled drunkly, giving Newt's ass a quick squeeze, making the blonde blush at the act and squeal in surprise.

That was it.

He didn't know when is body reacted, but when it did, he found his arm latched around Newt's waist protectively and yanking him away from the horny Gally.

"Whooo! Go get him, Greenie!" Minho hooted.

"SLIM IT, MINHO!" came Alby's reply.

Newt stared at his 'savior' in surprise, with a tiny hint of lust and drunkenness in between. He grinned stupidly, "What's up, Tommy? You bloody wasted, eh? Lemme go."

"No," Thomas's tone was firm as he tightened the grip on Newt and lead the drunk blonde to the exit, "I'll let go when we get to my room."

Newt whined softly at the pain on his waist and moaned, "But the party - !"

Thomas glanced at the drunk group and voiced out, "We'll be heading off early!"

"Have fun!" Minho replied.

"Remember to use protection!" came Theresa's advice.

"*gibbers in Spanish*," groaned Jorge.

"Slim it and get married already!" a sexually deprived Gally shouted.

Chuck was still passed out on the floor.

During the entire journey to the dorm rooms, Newt continuously punched Thomas's stomach - not hard, due to being under the influence - while they made their way into the dorm building, with the constant struggle from the unwilling Newt who obviously wanted to have more fun with Gally's hand on his ass.

"Shuck it, Tommy, you're so bloody warm," Newt muttered sheepishly, not stopping the pounding of his fists. Thomas wondered whether he was sober yet. He felt the blonde shiver and convulse whenever he brought him closer to his body, his eyelashes fluttering up at him, eyes glazed over, voice trembling . It was quite cute.

And yet so extremely arousing.

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