Nervous Yet?

Hey, guys! This is my very first chapter-fic for Minho and Newt as a married couple. I got the idea last night and had to write it. I could easily imagine Minho doing something like this and then regretting it later, haha. I hope you like it, because I can't wait to write more :)

Reviews are welcome and appreciated. Let me know who you want to win ;) ***

Minho loved Newt, he really did.

But sometimes, he just had to mess with him a little.

And this was by far, the most fun way to drive Newt completely crazy.

It began on a Friday night. Newt had had some birthday party thing at work for his boss, Sonya. So he'd had to stay there pretty late for it. This left Minho in the house, alone. The big, quiet, lonely house. There was his cat, Coal, he supposed, but she was asleep somewhere. Besides, talking to a cat wasn't exactly all that entertaining. So Minho did what he normally did when Newt wasn't there.

Wish that Newt was there.

He was lying on the couch at the moment, sprawled out on his back with his socked feet crossed on the couch's arm. He'd thrown on the laziest, most comfortable clothes he owned: gray sweatpants and a white tee. His phone was in his hands and he was thumbing through his pictures. Most of them were of him and Newt. He paused on one in particular. It was a picture of Newt during the summer, smirking at Minho as he told him to put the phone away already. He was standing by the crystal-blue water of a lake, gloriously shirtless and lit to gold by the sun.

Minho sighed softly. "Stupid Sonya and her stupid birthday," he muttered to himself. He flicked to another picture. This one was of Newt and him together; Minho was grinning broadly while Newt placed a kiss to his jaw. Both of them looked lovestruck and happy. He dropped his phone onto his stomach with a huffed breath. "Dammit," he muttered to Newt's picture. "I want you, dumb shank."

"I want you too, darling." The wonderfully accented voice seemed to come out of nowhere.

Minho almost had a stroke as Newt appeared above him, blonde hair flopping down into his eyes. Minho exhaled shakily, giving a nervous laugh as Newt stroked a hand through his hair. "I didn't, um, know you were here yet," he stammered, taken off-guard by Newt's sudden appearance. "How was it?"

"Long. Fun. Lots of music." Newt rattled them off absently. His fingers carded again through Minho's hair.

Minho purred at the sensation. "Music?" he asked, catching that part of the conversation.

"Mm-hm." Newt gently lifted Minho's shoulders and sat on the couch, cradling Minho's head in his lap. He watched his husband sigh blissfully as he continued to play with his hair. "Sonya had everyone dancing like idiots."

"What? There was dancing?" Minho pouted. "I love dancing," he mumbled in childlike despair.

Newt chuckled. "Feeling Good even came on," he murmured, grinning.

"Aw come on," Minho groaned. Feeling Good was his favorite song. "Wish I'd been there." He reached up and tugged at the neckline of Newt's beloved cream hoodie. "I love dancing with you."

Newt smiled. He pulled lightly at Minho's hair. "C'mere, Min."

Minho obediently sat up, moving to sit with his legs over Newt's lap. He smirked crookedly when he realized what Newt wanted. Leaning back, he avoided Newt's attempt to kiss him. "Ohhh, you do want me, don't you?" he asked teasingly.

"You said you wanted me first," Newt pointed out. His fingers travelled slowly along Minho's thigh, up to his hip. Minho felt little tingles over his skin.

"So what?"

"So, kiss me, Minho."

Minho didn't intend to give in that easily. But then Newt hooked his fingers around his waistband at his hip and pulled it down two inches, revealing more skin. Dark blue eyes mischievous, he stroked his thumb over Minho's bare hip. Minho snatched the front of Newt's hoodie in his fist and hauled their mouths together.

The kiss was heated and hungry, both of them fighting for dominance. It was a rare time when Newt won, slipping a hand under Minho's shirt and making him melt. He gave in, letting Newt trace the toned outline of his chest and stomach. Newt angled his head and deepened the kiss. Growling, Minho dropped a hand to Newt's jeans and played with the button. To his surprise, Newt broke the kiss.

"Not tonight, Minho," Newt said breathlessly. "I'm too tired."

Minho stared at him. "...what?" he asked dumbly.

Newt laughed at Minho's expression. "I'm too tired for sex tonight," he explained. "I was at that damn party after work all day..."

Minho looked first at Newt and then at Newt's hand under his shirt. "You gotta be kidding me," he deadpanned.

"Sorry, love." Newt placed a kiss on Minho's nose.

Minho groaned in exaggerated despair. "Do you know what you're doing to me?" he asked. "You can't get me all... You can't...turn me on, and then...do nothing. What am I supposed to do then?"

Newt cocked his head to one side, an amused smile pulling his lips. "I'm turning you on right now?" he asked teasingly.

"You have your hand under my shirt and you were about to pull my shucking pants down," Minho said flatly. "Yes, you smug shank, you were turning me on. Just you saying my name turns me on sometimes, okay?"

"I'll keep that in mind," Newt remarked, a smirk of his own curving his mouth. He pulled his hand from Minho's shirt. "And anyway, you can live without me stripping your clothes off for one night."

Minho studied the blonde carefully. "Are you trying to be sexy to torture me or are you just that sexy when you talk about stripping me?"

Newt rolled his eyes, but didn't answer. "I swear, Min, you couldn't go a day without sex," he replied, shaking his head.

And the idea, the wonderful, wicked idea to mess with Newt sparked in Minho's mind. He arched an eyebrow. "Wanna bet?"

Newt blinked. "Huh?"

Minho held up a finger. "From now on, no sex. At all. First person to give in to the other loses." He tossed Newt his classic, wolfish smirk. "Unless you're scared...?"

Newt scoffed. "You think you can last more than a week?" he asked, looking Minho up and down. "You barely lasted through tonight and all I did was kiss you."

"Remember the day you laid me out on the kitchen table just because I looked at you a certain way?" Minho asked loftily. Newt blushed and his smiled disappeared. Minho felt a flicker of triumph. "Looks like this'll be harder for you than you thought."

"We'll see," Newt flashed back.

Minho grinned challengingly. "Yes, we will."

Newt was so utterly screwed. At least, that was what Minho thought.

It never occurred to him that he might be giving in long before Newt ever would.