Coming Out
Newt leans comfortably on Thomas, his head resting on the crook of the greenie's neck. If Thomas minds, he doesn't say anything so Newt curls in a little bit tighter.
"So there are really no girls here? Not even in the first couple of months?" Thomas asks, leaning into Newt. He sips cautiously at Gally's moonshine while their small personal fire casts a pitiful light on their faces. "How have you survived this long without even one?"
"I've survived because I could care less about a girl. This is like a buffet for me but I can't speak for everyone, of course," Newt replied, his words slurring a little more than he cared to admit. Thomas' eyebrows furrowed together slightly in just a way that Newt found utterly adorable. "I'm gay, Tommy. Girls or no girls, life this way doesn't bother me. But not being exactly open with everyone is a little bit tougher!"
"Well, I guess then we're in this one together. We can compare the assets of our fellow Gladers together." Thomas couldn't help but to laugh at his own words that seemed to just slip out. Newt glanced the greenie up and down several times at the confession, his eyes suddenly clear of the haze of his slight drunkenness. "Personally, I think Minho wins in the ass department since he's constantly running and keeping in shape."
"Nah!" Newt interjected at the declaration of his new friend. "I saw yours getting a decent work out when you bolted from the box. If not number one, then I put you in the top three at least." Thomas snickered at the drunken confession and took another swig of his liquid courage. Newt's warm breath on his exposed neck made his mouth water as waves of heat ran down his spine. Newt looked up at him with wide, round eyes and Thomas knew he was done in for. He just couldn't keep resisting with his inhibitions lowered and the light in Newt's eyes sparkling. He reached out and touched the second-in-commands cheek and carefully guided their faces together until their lips finally touched. Newt opened his mouth willingly, deepening the sensations Thomas was feeling. Darting his tongue along Newt's bottom lip, Thomas was just about to explore when the rowdy cheers of the fight behind them shocked the pair backwards. Newt blushed but the grin on his face pleased Thomas to no end.
Thomas just hoped the hangover in the morning wouldn't bring any regrets on either of their parts. He liked kissing Newt too much for it to be just a one-time drunken thing.
Author Note: Thank you for deciding to give my stories a shot! So I couldn't really decide what I wanted to call my new little project of one-shots and I started singing Blue Traveler's "Run Around" in the shower- hence this. No real reason other than it seems that I have a theme for naming my stories in relation to music. I'll start by posting a new chapter every few days until I build up enough to make it a daily occurrence. That's all I got for now!