Disclaimer: All characters in this story belong to Dashner, not me.
Newt:
Newt was lying on the ground in the middle of the Glade. For some reason the entire Glad was deserted with the exception of Minho lying on his back right next to him.
"Where is everyone?" he asked.
"Who cares?" Minho said as he rolled over so he was hovering above Newt. He placed a hand on Newt's chest and moved so his mouth was right next to his ear. "You're the only one I care about anyways" he whispered, every word sending chills down Newt's spine.
"What the bloody hell is going on? Wha-" He was suddenly speechless as Minho's hand traveled down his chest to his stomach and he nibbled on Newt's ear. He didn't know what was going on or why Minho was acting like this. He really didn't know why it was affecting him like this, it was like every inch of his body was on fire. Suddenly Minho's hand was on the serious bulge in Newt's pants. "Minho!"
"Ssshhh..." He whispered and he put his lips onto Newt's. He instantly melted into it. The next second Minho's hand was unbuttoning Newt's pants as slipped his tongue into Newt's mouth and-
Newt woke up covered in sweat and completely out of breath. What the bloody hell was that? He looked down at the sticky mess in his pants as a result of the dream he'd just had about Minho. Minho. His best friend in the Glade. He'd never thought about him like that before.
It's just a dream, he told myself. Newt glanced over to if anyone else was awake. He shares a room with Minho and the newest greenie, Gally who slept on their floor. They really needed to expand the homestead. The greenie was still asleep and Minho had already left for the morning. Newt checked his watch: 5:28 a.m. Why was the shuckface up already? Whatever it was Newt didn't care, he didn't really feel like facing him right now. Newt grunted and got out of bed, he needed to clean up his mess before Gally woke up.
Minho:
Minho couldn't sleep. Not with Newt lying five feet from him moaning and grunting. He could at least ignore the tent in Newt's pants and the way his hips were thrusting at the air by rolling over to face away from him, but there was no way of pretending he can't hear Newt's constant moans. He also couldn't ignore the tent in his own pants. It's not because of him Minho thought to himself. He heard Newt let out his loudest groan yet and Minho knew what that meant. I need to get out of here NOW. The last thing he needed was for Newt to wake up and realize what was going on. He got out of bed and ran to the showers as quickly as he could in his current state.
Minho let out a moan as soon as the hot water hit him. Might as well do something about this... Minho thought as he started to stroke himself. He tried with every fiber of his body to think about the vague memories he has about women and their bodies, but the harder he tried to think about girls the more Newt worked his way into his mind.
Shuck it. Minho finally gave into it and thought about Newt's soft moans and his body tossing and turning in his bed as he relieved himself. The images were exploding in Minho's mind. Newt's mouth open wide as he gasped for air between moans. His sleek body arching as he thrust at whatever he had been dreaming about.
What had he been dreaming about? Maybe it was you his brain supplied. He knew it was unlikely, but his hand was working his cock and he was quickly approaching his orgasm with Newt on his mind so for the sake of his fantasy he pictured Newt making those noises because of him.
When he finally felt the sweet release he had to bite his tongue to stop from calling out Newt's name. Afterwards he stood there feeling the water spray against his skin. He had no shucking clue what was happening to him.
Newt:
When Newt went to get breakfast before going into the maze he saw Minho sitting with Alby. He got his food and sat down across from Minho and next to Alby. Minho's face instantly got bright red as he saw Newt. Shucking hell, did he know? No. There's no way he would know that I'd dreamed about him. Newt felt his face heat up nonetheless and tried to focus on his food. He listened as Alby talked and talked about expanding the homestead. The rest of breakfast went somewhat normal until and then it was time for Minho and Newt to head into the maze.
Alby bid them goodbye as they ran off together into the maze. "You were up awful early" Newt said as they began to settle into a pace.
"Um.. yea.. couldn't sleep" Minho said, but something about his tone seemed slightly off.
They ran in silence for a while until it was time for a break. They sat down against the maze wall and Newt sipped some water. He felt Minho's stare on him He tried to ignore it for as long as possible, but eventually he blurted out "what are staring at shank?"
Minho looked away and snorted "slim it. I wasn't looking at anything."
"Whatever" Newt said, he felt his face burn slightly. Why did that make him so happy? He shook the thought and tried to slip back into regular conversation. "So the new greenie... He's an angry little bugger ain't he?"
"You could say that" Minho said with a laugh "apparently Alby's throwing a bonfire tonight for him. New tradition he wants to start for all the greenies. I told him it doesn't make any sense since the shank's already been here two weeks, but there's no stopping Alby."
"That much is true" Newt said "We better get going" and with that they stood up to start running again.
Minho:
The fire burned and Minho watched Newt talking and laughing with Alby. He couldn't stop staring at Newt, and he couldn't help the anger that was growing inside of him as he watched someone else make Newt laugh so hard.
He chugged the remainder of the greenie's weird concoction. It burned as it went down and he yelled "Hey Newt!" Without waiting for a response he went over and sat against a log off to the side of the fire. Soon enough Newt joined him, holding two jars full of Gally's recipe. He handed Minho one glass and took a large swig of his own.
"What are you doing over here all alone ya dumb shank?" Newt asked, Minho could hear his words slurring together, he could tell that wasn't Newt's first glass of the night.
"I don't know... I was thinking..." Minho said. The words started flowing out of his mouth before he could stop them. "Do you think we had- you know- girlfriends or whatever before we got sent up? I mean.. Shuck it.. Do you think we're virgins?"
Newt was silent for a moment and then said "I dunno.. We're not all that old..." He was right, they'd only been there for about 6 months and they were probably only about 16. "I bet you had a girlfriend" Newt said.
"Why?" Minho asked.
Newt waved him off. "Oh slim it you know you're bloody good look-" he cut himself off as if he suddenly gained control of his words again. Newt's face turned red and he said "um... I'm guna hit the sack."
"Yea.. um good that..." Minho said and he watched Newt walk away. He couldn't help but stare at him as he walked and look at his-what the shuck are you doing! Minho set down his glass and walked back to his room. Newt was already passed out when he got back, and Minho was out within minutes and Newt instantly invaded his dreams.
Newt was straddling him. They were both shirtless and Newt was running his hands all over Minho. He moaned and ran his hands down Newt's back until they were on his ass. He could feel himself get hard, and Newt started grinding his own hardness against Minho. "mmm.. Newt" Newt smirked and leaned down to kiss Minho lightly on the lips. He then moved his mouth along Minho's jaw and down his neck.
Minho felt like every part of his body was on fire as Newt continued to suck on his neck and grind against him. "Shuck it... Neeewt" Minho moaned.
Minho felt someone shaking his body and he opened his eyes to see the greenie standing over him. He felt a rush of anger and embarrassment. He was angry that Gally had interrupted such a great dream and embarrassed that he not only had a raging boner, but the fact that he'd had that dream in the first place.
"What are you doing?" Minho said in a harsh whisper, attempting not to wake up Newt.
"I'm trying to sleep and you won't stop moaning lover boy over there's name! I mean seriously I didn't know you rolled that way, but-" Before Minho knew what he was doing he stood up and slammed Gally against the wall.
"You shut you're shucking mouth right now. You don't know what you're talking about. It wasn't that kind of dream okay?" Minho said still trying to keep his voice down.
"Oh really?" Gally said, trying to shove Minho away from him, "cuz a certain part of you doesn't seem to think so" Gally said with a snicker, "now if you don't mind getting it off of me!" He said practically yelling. Minho felt his face get bright red as he realized the tent in his pants was pressed against Gally's hip. He stepped back from Gally feeling incredibly embarrassed as he heard a voice from behind him.
"What the shuck is going on?" Newt said in a groggy voice.
"Why don't you tell him?" Gally said with a smirk. Minho's face burned as he tried to get back into his bed without allowing Newt to see his certain predicament.
"I was just having a bad dream and Gally woke me up" Minho said quietly.
Gally laughed "yea, okay. A bad dream."
"Just slim it and go back to sleep alright?" Minho said. He rolled over and closed his eyes, and tried to sort things out.
