Disclaimer: Everything is Dashner's. All I have is the story line.
Newt:
Newt stared at Minho's arm. It swung back and forth as they ran, the veins bulging and sweat dripping down it. Newt had no idea why he was finding himself so interested in Minho's arm, but for some reason he was. I must be going mad to find a boy's arm interesting he thought to himself.
He watched as Minho's arm flexed as he cut a piece of ivy and tossed it behind them. Newt glanced down at his own arm and then back to Minho's. Newt wasn't scrawny, but he was no Minho. No one in the Glade is as fit as Minho. The thought popped into his head before he could stop it.
A drop of sweat rolled down Minho's arm and Newt's eyes followed it's trail.
Suddenly, Newt was no longer looking at Minho's arm and his face was on the ground. "Shucking hell" Newt mumbled as he sat up. He glanced at Minho who had stopped running and was now staring down at Newt with his eyebrows raised. Newt tried not to blush. "I fell" he said.
"You don't say?" Minho said with a smile.
Newt rolled his eyes. "Slim it and help me up" Newt said as he lifted his hand in Minho's direction.
Minho waved away Newt's hand and sat on the ground next to him. "It's time for a break anyways" he said as he took a sip of water.
Newt took a drink of his own water. "I think I'm loosing my bloody mind" Newt said.
"Why?" Minho asked.
"Can't shucking focus while running" Newt said "hope you've been payin' attention to the route today because I sure as hell haven't."
Minho snorted. "Kind of. I guess. I haven't really been focusing either" Minho said and Newt swore he saw a blushed creep up on his cheeks. Minho sat up straight and cleared his throat. "Uh- what's got you distracted?"
Now it was Newt's turn to blush. Oh nothing, just your muscled arms he thought. Before thinking through a logical answer, he spat "none of your bloody business."
Minho turned and looked at him. "Shuck man, you're the one that brought it up" Minho said back.
Newt bit his lip and looked away from Minho. "Right" he said before glancing back at Minho. Their eyes locked and for some reason Newt considered telling Minho he had been so distracted, but then thought better of it. "We should get running" he said before standing up.
Minho made a weird face at Newt before getting up and joining Newt.
Minho:
Minho sat in the map-room attempting to draw up today's maps. "Newt this was a left, right?" he asked.
Newt visibly jumped at Minho's words. "Huh? What?" he asked.
"Shuck would you just focus?" Minho asked.
"I am focusing" Newt said and Minho gave him a knowing look. Newt sighed, "let me have a look, will ya?" He leaned over across Minho and looked at the map. Newt's shoulder pressed against Minho's chest and his knee was pressed into Minho's thigh.
After a moment, Minho realized his heart was beating fast and he was holding his breath. What the shuck? He asked himself. What am I doing? "It goes like this you slinthead" Newt said.
Minho cleared his throat and shook his head. "Uh- yea, that's what I thought" Minho said. Newt leaned back so he wasn't touching Minho anymore, and he felt both relieved and upset at the loss of contact. "You coming to dinner?" he asked as he turned to face Newt.
Newt glanced down at himself in disgust. "After I shower. I'm bloody disgusting and so are you" Newt said.
Minho sniffed himself and cringed. "Okay so showers then dinner" Minho said.
"Good that" Newt said as they walked out of the map-room together. Newt groaned and stretched. "I'm so bloody tense and sore" he said.
"If you'd slim it and relax for a second you might loosen up a little" Minho said as they walked into the showers. Minho began unbuttoning his shirt and Newt rubbed his own neck.
"I'll relax when we get out of this bloody maze" Newt said.
Minho took off his shirt and tossed it on the ground, and Newt did the same with his own. "Dude you gotta- what are you staring at?" Minho asked as he looked down at his chest. Newt had been staring at him, and he didn't know why.
"Nothing" Newt said as his face flared red and he crossed his arms over his own chest. He looked incredibly awkward and embarrassed.
What is he embarrassed about? I don't- oh. Was he looking at me because- no. He wasn't... was he? Minho's mind was going a million miles an hour. He found himself staring at Newt. Newt was avoiding Minho's eyes, so his eyes started to wander down to Newt's bare chest. There's nothing wrong with looking, he was looking at me, Minho thought.
Minho shook his head and looked away. "I'm getting in the shucking shower" Minho mumbled before stepping into the stall. He took off his jeans and runnie-undies and tossed them out of the stall before turning on the water.
The hot water sprayed against his skin and Minho sighed at the sensation. He leaned against the tile and closed his eyes, images of Newt's bare chest burned his on the back of his eyelids. He felt a certain part of him react to the images and Minho groaned at his body for reacting that way. Does Newt react this way to me shirtless? He asked himself. Newt was staring. That means something, right?
Minho groaned and shook his head. He didn't have any answers to his questions, but he did have a solution to his most demanding predicament. He closed his eyes and began stroking himself, images of Newt never leaving his mind.
Newt:
Newt groaned and collapsed onto his bed, Minho following him into the room they shared. "Bloody shower did nothing" he said as he started to rub his neck. "I could use a... a whatever the shuck normal shanks do when they're sore."
Minho snorted and sat down on the edge of Newt's bed. "They get massages you slinthead" he said.
"Thanks smarty-pants that's real bloody helpful let me know when a massage person shows up in the box" Newt said back.
Minho made a point of rolling his eyes dramatically. "Slim it and sit up" Minho said.
Newt stared at Minho for a moment, confused. "What?" he asked as he hesitantly sat up, facing Minho.
"You're in pain" Minho said, but then he blushed. "And uh- I'm not listening to you complain all night." Newt continued to stare at him and Minho took a deep breath. "Just turn around and I'll make you feel good."
"What?" Newt said, his face instantly turning bright red.
Minho's eyes widened as he realized what he just said. His face turned crimson and he held his hands up defensively. "No- I didn't- that's not- I did not mean it like that!" Minho rambled as Newt burst into laughter. "Do you want a shucking massage or not!"
Newt bit his lip to stop from laughing. "Alright" he said as he turned so his back was to Minho.
"Stop laughing you shucking pervert" Minho said as he placed his hands on the back of Newt's neck. Newt couldn't help it, he gasped at the contact. Minho's hands were rough and callused, but still warm.
Minho began to rub Newt's shoulders and before he could stop it, he let out a moan. Minho snorted. "Told you it'd feel good" he said, his voice low and soft.
"Slim it- uughh" Newt groaned. He couldn't help it, he was so sore and Minho's touch felt so good.
Minho cleared his throat and let out a long breath. "Y-you really are tense" he said in a shakey voice, not a voice Newt had ever heard Minho use before.
Minho pressed hard on a knot on Newt's shoulder and Newt couldn't stop himself from moaning. "Mmmm Minho..."
Suddenly, Minho's pulled his hands away from Newt's shoulders and stood up off the bed. Newt turned to look at Minho. "What's wro-" Newt started, but stopped when he got a full view of Minho.
Newt's eyes were glued to the tent in Minho's pants. Newt's face turned bright red, but there was no way it was as red as Minho's.
Minho opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but nothing came out. After a long moment of an intense awkward silence, Minho closed his mouth and turned around. He practically ran to his bed and crawled under the covers.
Newt lied back on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He felt like he should say something to make this less awkward, but he didn't know what to say. He closed his eyes tightly as he tried to sort through what just happened. Did I do that to him? The question repeated itself over and over again in Newt's mind until he drifted to sleep.