CHAPTER 1- Merry Newtmas

Newt

Christmas. Out of the few memories the gladers had, Christmas was a common one. Nothing much more than a few hazy glimpses of a decorated tree or a pile of presents but it was enough to get them excited.

Newt was especially excited, he could even remember the tune to a random carol which he hummed constantly in the days leading up to Christmas which some gladers had mockingly renamed 'Klunkmas'

He was also nervous because he had a plan. Christmas was the one time you could use a bunch of leaves tied together to get someone to kiss you under and he knew just who he was going to be using it on. Minho.

As if cued by his thoughts the runners finally arrived back in the glade panting and sweating as they made their way as usual to the map room. He spotted Minho who was walking slowly with his arms resting on his head, biceps glistening in the fading light. He had unbuttoned his shirt almost all the way down putting his toned chest and abs on display.

Newt could feel his cheeks heating up but couldn't take his eyes of the guy, he was hot. Minho then looked over and saw Newt ogling at him and winked, winked! Newts brain went into hyperdrive which he felt was almost impossible because he was sure pretty much all the blood in his body had gone south.

He turned around and walked away as abruptly as he could with his limp but smiling all the same, maybe his plan wasn't so insane after all..

He walked back to the homestead to supervise some of the baggers bringing in a small pine tree from the woods and putting it in the small living room filling the air with the fresh scent of the forest replacing the normal musty air. He breathed in deeply savoring the smell as he rummaged around in a small cabinet looking for the small box of decorations he had made in his spare time.

He found it and returned to the tree to find the new greenie, Cayden, there gaping at it.

"I...I remember...something" said almost in a whisper "lights..and food.. lots of food"

"Course you'd remember that ya fat greenbean" Newt replied with a laugh "Now let's get these decorations up before buggin flies start laying eggs in your gapin mouth"

They set to work hanging the tarnished baubles and threadbare strings of tinsel. When it came to putting up the star Newt had to get on Cayden's shoulders and he noticed that when got down Cayden's face had turned bright red and he was avoiding making eye contact

"Well what about that" he thought.

"Merry Christmas greenie" he said smirking as he gave Cayden a wink causing him to blush even more a stutter as he excused himself and hurriedly left.

Newt sighed glancing at his watch "here goes nothing" he thought as he patted his pocket containing his makeshift mistletoe and entered the storage shed where he knew he'd find Minho storing away the weapons for the day in the weapons room.

He reached the trapdoor and pulled it open making the smell of damp dust wash over him then walked down the stairs determinedly his eyes adjusting to the dim light. Minho was over at one of the wooden tables sharpening a blade of a knife, his shirt was completely off now and his brow was furrowed with concentration, he hadn't even noticed Newt there yet.

Newt watched him for a while marveling his beauty. He had a few scars on his upper arms and chest from close scrapes in the maze and the one lightbulb in the room highlighted his strong jawline which was clenched with effort. He stopped suddenly and looked up spotting Newt.

"Hey" he said surprisingly softly "What's up?"

"I uh, I uhh ya see I um just wanted to um.." Newts mind had gone blank. Minho was fully facing him now and the sight of him was throughly distracting.

"Griever got your tongue?" He said jokingly walking towards him.

Newt gave a nervous chuckle and grasped the mistletoe in his pocket and steeled himself. Minho still walking towards him and just when he was within arms reach Newt suddenly threw the mistletoe at his face yelling "MERRY CHRISTMAS"

He froze not knowing what had come over him as an awkward silence ensued. Minho picked up the mistletoe for the ground and looked up in question.

"Uh is this what I think it is"

Newt gulped wishing he could melt into the dirt floor

But Minho continued "Then aren't you supposed to kiss me now?" he said grinning as he leaned in and pecked him on the lips.

"WAIT, WHAT THE SHUCK JUST HAPPENED" Newts mind screamed as Minho leaned back looking at him uncertainly as he was still frozen in place in shock.

When he finally regained control if his vocal chords his voice came out strangled "You, you just, you just kissed me!" It was funny to think of even though it was his plan in the first place but a part of him never would have believed that it would have actually worked.

"Well yeah, I mean, your pretty cute for a shuck head" he replied

Newt felt an explosion of happiness inside him and grinned "Never thought I'd hear you say that"

"What, that your a shuck head? Heck I say it all the time"

"Slim it and kiss me ya bloody shank" Newt replied stepping forward and closing the distance between them and wrapping his arms around Minho's waist as he pressed his lips to his. Minho responded, hugging him closer running his hands up and down his back and sliding his tongue into his mouth as he walked them backwards till Newt was pressed up against one of the wooden tables.

He felt Minho hard against his leg. He shifted slightly and felt Minho grind up against him making him hard too. Their kisses were becoming more desperate and in his haste Minho ripped the buttons off Newts shirt, not that he cared, Newt unbuckled Minho's belt and was starting to slide his hand over his erection when the trapdoor opened suddenly revealing a very red faced Cayden.

"Oh errm, N,N,Newt umm Alby he um he.."

"SPIT IT OUT YA SHUCK FACE" Minho yelled "Can't you see we're a little busy here"

"Albywantsyouinthehomestead" Cayden said in a rush before disappearing and throwing the trapdoor shut behind him.

"Alby has the worst shucking timing" Minho said angrily "I swear next time I see him I'm gonna punch him in his shuck face"

Newt laughed, Minho was kinda cute when he was angry. "Yeah well I'd better go, it might be something important" he said as he re-buckled his belt which he hadn't even realized Minho had un done, there was nothing he could do about his shirt.

"I doubt it" Minho muttered as he to got dressed. Newt couldn't help feeling slightly disappointed, if only the greenie hadn't butted in..

Minho walked Newt back to the homestead in silence making him worry. Finally Minho burst out "Newt this wasn't just a Christmas thing right?.." In reply Newt pulled him in and kissed him full on till they were both gasping for air.

"You'd better believe it ya shank" he said making Minho's face light up adorably.

"Good that" Minho said with a grin, turning and leaving Newt happier then he'd ever been since he'd arrived at the Glade.