Hey, so this is my first Maze Runner fic. I'm just trying this idea out, so it would be really greta if you could tell me what you think of it, whether I should continue it?
Lu xxx
Newt stared around the kitchen. It was, as usual, a mess, all the crockery he'd laid out carefully for Gally's breakfast strewn about the place, coffee stains on the table and almost all of the cupboards thrown open. The living room of their small apartment was also not great from the previous night, and he hadn't really seen the bedroom when he hadn't been completely hammered or still slightly blinded by sleep, but from what he could remember it was bad. He had to have it sorted by four or he was screwed.
He felt Gally come back into the room, briefcase in hand. He stood absolutely still as the other man kissed him on the top of his head.
"This had better be sorted by the time I get back."
He closed his eyes and waited until he heard the lock in the door click shut, and then he slumped his shoulders and let his heart rate drop slightly.
Their room was, and he'd dreaded, a disaster. He gathered all of the sheets up first, shoving them in the washing machine along with all of the clothes that been left on the floor. Once that was on, he was able to assess the rest of the damage. Gally had managed to crack their mirror and had swiped all of the things carefully arranged around the place on the floor, a few of them also broken. Swearing, he set about putting them back in their places. Luckily, only a glass and a reed diffuser which he was pretty sure Gally never noticed had actually been smashed, but he was still worried about the mirror – you couldn't exactly fix those.
He wandered out down the corridor to the living room, staring at his watch. 9:30. He was ok. There was no way that everything wouldn't be (pretty much) perfect when Gally got back.
It appeared the only real issues with the living room were the wine bottles (and glasses) and a few beer cans, plus the sofa cushions were a bit out of place. He shoved them in the sink and bin respectively, spent a good half an hour removing numerous stains from the white carpet – a grave mistake considering how clumsy he made Gally – and then collapsed against the wall. 10:17.
Over the next two hours he managed to get all the washing up sorted, had wiped all the surfaces in the kitchen twice and made the bed again. By the time the clock hit four he'd hoovered the bedroom and living room twice, mopped the kitchen and corridor, sorted out the bathroom, and laid something out for Gally in case he came home hungry.
He was stood in the kitchen polishing up the taps again when he heard the lock turning in the front door. Immediately throwing down the cloth he rushed into hall, taking Gally's briefcase and coat as he stepped in and placing them where his boyfriend liked them. He was just straightening up when Gally grabbed his shoulders. Newt tried not to tense up and let the man turn him around.
"Is everything how I like it?" He said pleasantly.
Newt nodded slowly. "Everything except…except the mirror in our bedroom. It… well I think it must have got cracked last night."
Gally smiled icily, and then slapped his face hard. Newt didn't bother to move his head back around.
"We're going out tonight. I want you presentable by eight."
Newt's shoulders were released and he watched Gally disappear into the living room.
"I've left something for you in the kitchen…"
No response. Newt ran his fingers through his hair and padded into the kitchen, closing the door gently behind him. It was only then that he allowed himself to sink to the floor and touch his face, which was softly swelling now. He gave himself a couple of minutes, then cleared away the untouched plate – a more regular occurrence these days – before going over to the fridge and picking out a can of beer from near the back. Popping it open, he crossed the corridor into the living room and set it down in front of Gally on the coffee table. He had sat down and was staring blankly ahead.
"How was your day at work?"
Gally grunted and carried on staring.
"Fine."
They sat in silence for a few more minutes.
"Where are we going tonight?" He asked eventually, trying to hide the strain in his voice.
Gally took a large swig of beer.
"Alby's. We're meeting up with all the boys."
Newt smiled weakly at Gally, who wasn't looking.
"Should be fun then."
The other man didn't say anything, just took another swig and carried on looking ahead. Newt reached out and turned Gally's face towards his with two fingers under his chin. He couldn't read him, so he took a chance and kissed him gently.
"I love you, Gally." He said quietly against his mouth, looking down. Gally pulled him against him hard, and crushed their lips together again, harder this time, raking his fingers up Newt's back under his shirt. Newt gave in and leant in to him, his hands resting on the other man's chest, leaving a small space between them. Gally's fingers were scratching his back uncomfortably now, but he ignored it and focussed on the feeling of their mouths moulding together, the scent of Gally, how he tasted…
And then all of a sudden it stopped. Gally drew away and sat back in his original seat, taking another swig of beer, emptying the can.
"I'm going to have a shower. Eight, remember."
Newt nodded and watched him leave the room.
The night was slightly warm, a light breeze running through Newt's hair as he and Gally walked down the road to Alby's apartment. Gally had his hands in his pockets and was whistling off key under his breath as the sun began to set in the distance. It was a beautiful evening, the sky faintly lined with strips of colour. There were a few clouds streaked across it, glowing slightly in the fading light. All around the dull sounds of traffic grumbled and somewhere nearby a siren sounded. It was very peaceful.
Gally must have noticed that his mind had wandered off, because he nudged him with his elbow.
"Hey, what're you thinking? Away with the faeries?" He chuckled slightly.
"Just that it's a beautiful evening."
His boyfriend looked around slightly, before fixing his attention back on him.
"It is." He pecked him on the lips. "And I can't think of a better way to spend it."
Newt smiled and moved closer to him.
"You're so cheesy sometimes, you know that?"
Gally laughed again, and placed an arm casually around Newt's shoulder.
"You know you love it."
"Of course I do."
They reached the door to Alby's building and Gally removed his arm to press the buzzer. There was a clattering noise from the other end, some swearing and then the door clicked open. Newt walked through as his boyfriend held the door open, and they walked up the stairs to Alby's fifth floor place with Gally slightly behind his shoulder.
When they walked in, the 'party' was in full swing. Minho and Alby, along with a man Newt thought was called Ben, were attempting to play Twister whilst apparently still sober – there was no evidence pointing towards alcohol being present yet. As Gally closed the door behind them, Minho glanced up.
"Hey! How're you guys doing?"
"Great, you?" Smiled Gally. Newt nodded and stuck his hands in the pocket of his jeans.
"Slightly stuck." Muttered Ben viciously. He was indeed stuck, with Minho's leg over his shoulders and Alby's hand between his feet. Alby laughed, wobbled slightly, and all of a sudden they were all in a pile of the floor. Minho swore loudly.
"Are you sure that game's safe?" Newt asked, removing his coat.
"No." Ben muttered again. Gally laughed, and took off his own jacket, shoving it over the back of a chair. They all managed to (eventually) untangle themselves and a few minutes later were just settling onto the multitude of sofas, a set of vodka shots laid out on the coffee table, when the buzzer sounded again. Alby got up, listened to the intercom and then pressed them in.
At couple of minutes late, Chuck, who was a friend of Ben's and Minho's from…somewhere, came in with another man and woman, both with dark hair.
"Hey guys."
This was followed by a chorus of "Hi Chuck". Minho stood up and gave the younger man a fist bump before gesturing to his friends, who were stood looking slightly awkward. Chuck seemed to notice, because he suddenly gestured for them to sit down.
"This is Thomas and Teresa – they're twins. Met them at Glade."
Thomas and Teresa nodded stiffly to the rest of the group before proceeding to sit next to Chuck and Minho on one of the big sofas. Everyone quickly introduced themselves, and the two seemed to relax a little.
Pretty soon, the conversation descended into work – Chuck had apparently got a promotion and Alby was pissed at his boss. Newt chucked back a couple of the shots and sank back into the sofa, withdrawing himself. No one really seemed to notice; it was only when he downed a fourth that he saw that the guy Thomas looking at him. But then Gally asked the other man about his job, and he was quickly distracted. This was the usual with the group – all drinking and jobs and conversations about girlfriends which Newt didn't exactly fit into.
This continued for a good half an hour, before Minho decided it was too boring.
"So, how's about we do something fun?" He grinned manically. Newt grabbed another shot and groaned silently.
"Like what?" Alby raised an eyebrow.
"Spin the bottle."
Ben, who had also been falling into a little bit of a stupor, perked up, and Chuck smiled.
"Great idea!" It was the first real animation anyone had seen from Thomas, and he shrank back ever so slightly.
"Excellent, so we're all agreed." Minho rubbed his hands together.
"You know, I'm not so sure…" Gally grumbled. Minho stood up and began looking for a suitable (hopefully not glass) bottle.
"Don't be a spoilsport. It's not like any of us are going to steal Newt." Smiled Chuck. He smiled too much. Newt tried to disappear into the sofa.
"Fine."
Minho returned with a Diet Coke bottle filled with water, and shifted the coffee table out of the way.
"Right, everyone on the floor in a circle."
There was a fair amount of grumbling, but in the end the all ended up in some sort of circle on the wooden floor, Newt squeezed up right between Gally and Ben.
"Right here's what we're gonna do."
"We all know the rules, Minho."
"Shush Alby. So, we go around the circle, starting with…Chuck." Chuck grinned. "Anticlockwise. You spin, kiss who it lands on. Simple. And just pecks please, no making out." He paused. "Yet."
Gally shook his head. "Minho, you're crazy."
Minho ignored him and passed the bottle to Chuck, who was still looking a bit excitable – Newt reckoned he was probably already drunk.
Chuck got Teresa, Alby got Minho, and Ben also got Minho, who started making jokes about how he was irresistible. Then it was Newt's turn. He closed his eyes, sucked in a breath and spun the bottle hard with his wrist. He blinked them open again to see the bottle land on Gally, released the breath, and then turned to kiss his boyfriend, to a chorus of wolf whistles (he may have lingered). He smiled ever so slightly at him, but Gally didn't return it, instead reaching out to grab the bottle. It nearly landed on Minho again, but eventually settled on Teresa. They lingered too and Newt tried not to take it like a slap to the face.
Minho got Thomas, Teresa got Ben, and then Thomas got Newt.
Newt tensed as the man leaned straight across the circle, kissed him and then moved back again. Then it was Chuck's turn and everyone distracted their attention.
This carried on for too long; Newt lost track after the third or fourth round. Eventually, it was the last one.
"Right." Minho rubbed his hands together. "Since we've all agreed this is the last round, we're gonna spice it up a bit." Teresa groaned. "Screw the bottle, we are just gonna make out with the person opposite us for thirty seconds." Newt's eyes widened.
"What?!"
"You heard me Newty. Come on then, let's get going. Chuck, Gally, please."
Gally shook his head. "Minho, we aren't teenagers, this is weird."
Minho laughed. "Gally, come on."
Gally grumbled and reached out, taking the younger man's face in his hands. Newt was pretty sure they were only at it for ten seconds, not for the full half a minute, but everyone else seemed to find it too funny to mind. Minho and Alby took much longer and with a surprising amount of passion (Newt put it down to the fact they were both drunk) and everyone agreed that Teresa and Ben were their new OTP, which made them both blush and sit back awkwardly.
Then it was Newt and Thomas's turn. The other man shuffled across stiffly, put his arms around Newt's neck and then before he knew it their mouths were moulding together. Newt had to hold back a gasp – Thomas was a good kisser. He tasted vaguely of something sweet, and Newt could feel him shaking slightly. He closed his eyes and relaxed into just as the other man drew back. The room was silent and Newt could feel the pair of eyes on him before he opened his. Minho whistled.
"Right…well…ok, how about we do Chase the Ace? Loser takes a shot?"
There was a buzz of agreement, and everyone was just shifting back into the circle, which had become somewhat misshapen during the previous activities, when Gally stood up.
"Actually, I think Newt and I are going."
Alby raised an eyebrow.
"Why?"
"Well, you know, I don't want a massive hangover tomorrow and it's getting late. Besides, we don't really care much for card games, do we?"
Newt shook his head and stood up next to his boyfriend.
"Well, guess we'll see you around then." Smiled Minho. Gally just nodded and headed out towards the door. Newt followed. "Bye, guys." He muttered, going out into the hall.
As soon as the door was closed, Gally stalked off down the stairs, not even bothering to check if Newt was following. He was clearly furious, his gait fast and clipped, his shoulders visibly tense through his jacket. He realised he'd left his coat inside, but he didn't want to go back and fetch it, so he just jogged down, following Gally out of the building. He finally caught up just outside, and reached out to grab his shoulder…
Gally spun around and closed his hand around Newt's throat, throwing his back into the wall behind him. Newt right at Gally, his hands shaking slightly, trying desperately to hold back the tears burning the back of his eyes. He bit his lip, his chest constricting.
"Why don't you just go back in there, Newty." Gally spat viciously. "I'm sure you'd love to just go and jump little Thomas, wouldn't you?"
Newt shook his head desperately.
"Gally…you…you know I only love you…" He choked against the pressure on his windpipe. Gally released his grip.
"I don't believe you." He whispered venomously into Newt's air.
"Please, Gally, you have to…"
"No, I don't." He grabbed Newt's left wrist tightly in his right hand, and started dragging him off down the road. The night had grown very cold, and it was now almost completely dark. Newt could feel himself shiver, goose bumps appearing on his arms. He struggled to get out of Gally's grip but it was like iron, clamping down and cutting off the blood supply to his hand slightly. Subconsciously he knew he'd have a bracelet of bruises in the morning.
"Gally, please…" He whispered as he continued to stride along, but the man ignored him, staring straight ahead. "Please…"
After a couple more minutes of this they reached their building. Gally dragged him up the stairs to their apartment, unlocking the door and shoving Newt in hard, so that he stumbled and nearly fell. He turned to see Gally sliding the bolts in the door shut behind them, shoulders shaking.
"Gally…"
He snapped around and punched Newt square in the jaw, then pressed him against the wall again, his hands placed on either side of his head, forming a cage around him. Newt felt himself trembling but he tried not to show it. Gally hated it when he did.
"Gally, it was just a game…"
He punched him again, harder this time. Newt's head was filled with stars for a split second, and he could feel blood trickling from his cheek where Gally must have been able to break the skin.
"How about you don't speak, Newty. Why does Minho call you that? You screwing him too?"
"Gally, you know I can't, wouldn't have…"
Gally's knee connected with his stomach, and he doubled over. He felt himself being pushed to the floor.
"I told you not to speak!" He growled, and Newt closed his eyes and curled up in a ball as Gally's feet connected with his body, again, and again, and again. Pain erupted in his back, on his shins, his arms, his head. There was another impact on his stomach…and then it stopped. He struggled to his knees, coughing. He placed his hand up to his mouth, and it came away red. He whimpered. Strong hands yanked him up by his collar.
"You know you deserve this Newt. You know you do."
Newt nodded, trying desperately hard not to cry. He bit his lip and looked down, away from Gally, but the other man yanked his face and kissed him roughly, forcing his lips open. He tried to pull back but he couldn't; his boyfriend was holding him in a vice-like grip.
Gally began pushing him backwards into the bedroom, still kissing him. The back of his knees hit the bed and he fell onto it, Gally crashing down on top of him. The pressure on his face released and Newt opened his eyes to see his boyfriend yanking of his shirt. Gally slapped him hard, then ripped Newt's off too. He realised belatedly what was happening and started shaking his head.
"Please Gally…stop…"
Gally slapped him again, and then climbed off of him to remove his jeans. Newt tried to move away, but the other man was too fast, jumping back on top of him and pinning his arms down against the bed. He tried struggling, but Gally was too strong and heavy, and he couldn't do anything as he tore off his jeans, leaving them both in their boxers.
"Please don't…no…" He whispered, but Gally had already trapped Newt's mouth with his own again, silencing him. He was powerless as his boyfriend removed their underwear, and it was only when Gally finally pressed his face sideways into the pillow that Newt began to sob.