A/N: I do not own The Maze Runner. All rights belong to James Dashner.

Part I

Thomas was petrified of sex. There was no other way around it.

Newt craved sex every single minute of the day and often found himself jumping on Thomas at every waking moment.

Scratch that. He was scared of Newt more than he was scared of sex.

Newt was utterly terrifying when he was horny. He was like a cat in heat when summer hit Glade College and Newt found Thomas incredibly hard to resist whenever they were hanging out in the pool on those particularly days.

Thomas, in those incredibly tight sexy swim briefs.

Thomas, dripping wet and smelling of fresh chlorine.

Thomas, shirtless.

He was pretty sure he didn't have much sanity left whenever he saw his boyfriend, full stop. Thomas was like a drug. A really really nice drug with sexy abs and a kissable mouth. And was really good at Star Wars trivia.

But never mind that. He had to shag Thomas by the end of the summer or else he might go absolutely bonkers and lose it and shucking murder anyone in a fifty mile radius with a heartbeat.

He didn't know why, either. He had never felt this horny before, not even when he was drunk that one Christmas morning and Thomas was sleeping next to him.

It just….suddenly happened. One moment he was in his private dorm room lying on the sofa trying to get some sleep and the next moment he was straddling the former and viciously snogging him until he got pushed off and the former ran into the toilet to hide.

Thomas promised not to make any more surprise visits since then.

-x-

And now, Newt was watching Thomas change in front of him and was biting on his knuckles to control himself from just snapping and ravishing his boyfriend right then.

"You okay, Newt?" Thomas asked, raising his eyebrow.

Newt glared at Thomas.

"Bloody hell yes Tommy hurry up you take longer than me when I'm doing my hair," Newt said, a slight begging tone in his voice.

For some reason, it was so incredibly seductive to watch the brunette strip. Urgh.

"Can't get enough of this, hmm baby?" Thomas teased, flexing his muscles. Newt rolled his eyes, a tint of red on his cheeks, "you sound like Minho."

Thomas mock-gagged at the insult.

Newt sent him an apologetic look, "Sorry, that's too buggin' much, even for me."

The two boys burst into laughter at that and Thomas had to clutch his sides from cramping, snorting at the insult and the blonde was weeping hysterically, not feeling at all sorry for his Asian friend.

Somewhere on campus, Minho sneezed.

"That aside, why the shuck are you so addicted to the bloody pool?" Newt questioned, trying so shucking hard not to eye up his bloody tease of a boyfriend.

Thomas sat down beside him to apply lotion on his legs, "Are you that eager to die in your comfortable king-sized bed?"

"Yes," Newt whispered, feeling an aching warmth in his abdomen, "if I get you pinned under me, writhing and mouth full of my cock, I don't bloody mind dying." Newt licked this boyfriend's earlobe, dotting little butterfly kisses around his jawline.

"Tommy," Newt begged him, eyes dilating into slits, currently straddling the brunette's lap, arms wrapped possessively around the younger man's shoulders, "please?"

Newt buried his head on Thomas's chest, praying for just one shucking day where his Tommy would bloody agree so he could finally get rid of the fire in him.

Newt felt a pair of hands on his shoulders.

Dammit, Tommy.

"I won't fuck you no matter what you say Newt," Thomas soothed gently, tilting the blonde's head so their eyes met, "okay that was a terrible way to phrase it, but I'd really prefer if we don't do it."

"Why?" Newt whined, annoyed. His brown eyes flashed dangerously at his boyfriend and Thomas felt a slight tingle of fear up his spine.

The blonde tugged down his boyfriend's tank top and slammed their lips together.

It was passionate, lustful. Newt sucking fiercely on Thomas's lower lip, tongues battling for dominance, hands wandering around each other's feverish chests. They were a hot mess within seconds, hungrily inhaling each others' unique scents. Thomas was husky cologne, Newt was peppermint.

"God, Newt," Thomas growled, burying his face onto the blonde's neck, nipping viciously onto the pale-white skin. Even after days and bloody weeks under the sun, Newt's beautiful skin never darkened. Gorgeous Newt. His Newt.

"Mmm Tommy, you're so shucking good," Newt murmuring between kisses. His hand very slowly reaching the growing tent in his boyfriend's pants.

Thomas froze when he felt Newt palming this crotch.

"Newt - " Thomas gasped, face completely red.

"Shhh, Tommy, just relax and let me do all the bloody work," Newt smirked, satisfied that Thomas finally admitted defeat and let him shag him.

That was Newt's first mistake.

Thomas broke the kiss and forced the over-confident blonde off his lap.

"Newt," Thomas glared angrily at the blonde, "I said no."

At that particular moment, all time stopped around them. The anger behind Thomas's eyes suddenly softened at the sight of the frozen blonde. Normally Newt would fight back and moan and whine but this time, he was eerily silent.

Too silent.

"Newt?"

The blonde shoved the brunette away from him. Thomas fell back slightly on the bed, eyes wide with confusion and hurt.

"N….Newt?"

"Shut up, you bloody shucking shank."

Thomas expected tears, maybe sobbing. If Newt really did cry, his heart would eventually give in to the heart-throbbing, beautiful expression on his boyfriend's face and relent. Maybe he'd give in to his demands, and then he would be in trouble.

The blonde finally looked up, and Thomas almost shivered at the emotion behind Newt's eyes.

Rage, hurt, determination.

"Hey Tommy," Newt said, voice silky and full of lust, "let's make a bet, eh?"

Thomas merely blinked as Newt crawled on all fours, slowly making his way towards him, the brunette watching the latter's actions with great caution, as if he would jump him again.

"If I, can't make you agree to fuck me within a week, I'll lay off the jumping for a month," Newt's eyes met his boyfriend's, his brown orbs burning with resolve. It's not as if I'll last long with this shucking boyfriend of mine walking around with those bloody nice abs of his. I'll have to go into hibernation if I lose, Newt thought.

"Deal," Thomas agreed slowly, his eyes never leaving the blonde's.

The smile on Newt's face had never been so predatory.

Thomas had a really shitty feeling that he just dug his own grave.

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