"Hey, Tommy," Newt called out to the younger boy, "Come over here with me."
As Thomas walked away from the group of boys that he had been enjoying the party with, he heard a few of them start to whisper and giggle. Newt shot them a look, and when Thomas glanced back at the other gladers, they all began to pretend like they weren't paying any attention to the two boys.
Newt led him to a makeshift bench far away from the ruckus of the party. "So how do you like the glade so far, Tommy?" the blond asked. It was an honest question, but Thomas could tell that it was just small talk until they got down to what the older boy really wanted to talk to him about.
"It's okay, I guess. Not really the best place to be, but it could be worse," Thomas stopped before continuing, "There's really no girls, though?"
"Not one," Newt replied, taking a swig of his drink.
Thomas shifted, uncomfortable with asking his next question, "So if there's no girls...what do you guys like, uh, do? You know...to 'relieve yourselves'?"
Newt nearly spat out his drink, he was laughing so hard, "This is the glade, not bible camp. You can say horny, Tommy."
Thomas rolled his eyes at the other boy, "Fine. What do you guys do when you're horny?"
The blond shrugged. "Well, there's a lot of jacking off. And sometimes we, you know, help each other out," Newt explained.
"Help each other out?" The brunet raised his eyebrows.
"Well yeah," Newt responded, "Not everyone here is straight. And even the straight guys..." he trailed off, "...well, when you've been here for as long as some of us have, even the straight guys get desperate enough."
The younger boy looked down, trying his hardest not to look into Newt's brown eyes. The ones that he hadn't been able to stop seeing in his mind since he arrived in the glade. It wasn't just that they were beautiful, even though they were. Everything about him was. But there was a familarity in them, like he's looked into them a thousand times before. Sort of like when a word is on the tip of your tongue. He knew he should have memories of those eyes, but whatever they were, they were locked away in the deepest depths of his mind.
Thomas tried his best to clear those thoughts out of his head as he replied to Newt. "Are you one of those guys?" He asked quietly.
A grin formed on Newt's face. "One of the desperate straight guys?" He laughed, "No. I was already gay when I came here. At least I think. All I know is I haven't been missing girls, that's for sure," he said, winking.
"Oh...um, well thats cool," Thomas muttered, blushing.
Newt nudged him. "What about you, Tommy? You gonna become one of those desperate straight guys?" He asked.
"Uh, well. I guess I don't really know yet," the brunet said, pushing back his hair. "I've been so busy that I haven't really thought about my sexuality a lot. I'll find out eventually, I guess."
God, I am such a liar, Thomas thought to himself. He hadn't been contemplating his sexuality too hard, but he definitely knew he was attracted to Newt. There was no doubt in his mind about that.
"Well, do you want to find out now, Tommy?" Newt suggested, grinning slyly at the boy as he rested his hand on Thomas's upper thigh.
Thomas nearly jumped at the sensation of Newt's hand on his thigh, and was so turned on by the older boy that all he could manage to do was give a quick nod. Luckily, that was all the blond needed to make his move.
And as Thomas felt the blond's lips press against his, he decided that he was okay with finding out what he already knew.