Disclaimer: The characters are Dashner's.


Newt:

Thomas drove Newt around for almost an hour, and eventually they ended up in the middle of nowhere. "Tommy, where are we?" he asked.

"Nowhere" Thomas said as he pulled over.

"We're somewhere" Newt said.

Thomas rolled his eyes and got out of the car, grabbing a bookbag. Newt followed suit and walked over to Thomas. "No," he said "I call it Nowhere. It's my favorite place to come when I'm stressed. We're not very far from it, so come on."

Thomas started to hike through the woods and Newt followed him. It occurred to Newt it may be a bad idea to trek into the woods in the middle of the night with a guy he just met, but he couldn't find the will to care. The night air felt cool against his skin and the way Thomas was smiling made Newt's insides burn.

They walked for about twenty minutes before they came to a clearing. Newt's jaw practically dropped. There was a stone ledge over looking a river. Even the trees surrounding the ledge were beautiful.

"Tommy" Newt managed.

"I know" Thomas said as he walked over and sat on the ledge. "I love this place. I come here all the time. It's kind of my secret place, where I can come to get away from everyone and everything."

Newt sat down next to Thomas. "So if it's your secret place, why'd you bring me here?" he asked.

Thomas shrugged and Newt thought he saw him blush. "I don't know" he said "there's just something about you... I just... I wanted to show this place."

Newt smiled and his ears turned red. Thomas turned and stared directly at Newt. "I've never wanted to show someone this place before" he said.

Newt bit his lip and stared at Thomas. His eyes flickered between Newt's eyes to his lips. Apparently both boys had the same thought because they both leaned in and kissed each other.

They melted into each other. Thomas tangled his hands in Newt's hair and Newt put his hands on Thomas's neck. The night breeze was cool on Newt's skin and Thomas's lips were soft against his.

Newt felt Thomas's tongue pressing against his lips so he parted them and Thomas's tongue slipped inside his mouth. Just then, they heard a loud screech. Both the boys jumped and separated. "WHAT THE SHUCK?" Newt yelled.

Thomas seemed to have already regained his composure. Newt realized he must have looked terrified and ridiculous because Thomas started laughing. Thomas put a hand on Newt's shoulder. "It's just an owl" he said.

Newt felt his face heat up. "Oh" was all he could manage.

Thomas bit his lip and tried to stop laughing. "It's okay, first time I heard one of them, I was out here alone" he said "I almost pissed myself."

Newt laughed. "The bloody thing sounds like something's torturing it" he said.

Thomas smiled and took off his bookbag. He unzipped it and pulled out a bottle of tequila. "Here" he said "this'll calm you down."

Newt's instincts told him not to drink, but then he told his instincts to slim it. Why shouldn't he drink with Thomas? He didn't have anything to do tomorrow. He didn't have anything holding him back.

Newt grabbed the bottle and opened it. He took a swig and shuddered. It burned as it went down, but in a good way. He handed the bottle to Thomas who took a drink. "Lets play a game" Thomas said.

"What game?" Newt asked.

"Questions" Thomas said "we ask each other questions, any questions, and we either answer honestly or drink. No lies."

Newt smiled. "How will you know if I'm lying?" he asked, and Thomas responded with a smirk.

"I'll know" he said. "You go first."

"Alright" Newt said "do you always carry a bottle of tequila in your backpack?"

Thomas snorted and wiggled his eyebrows. "Yes, you know, in case of emergencies" he said.

Newt nodded and bit back a laugh. "Of course" he said "only logical."

"I know" Thomas said. "So, my turn" he said as he swirled the bottle around while thinking. "How'd you loose your virginity?"

Newt grabbed the bottle and took a long swig. Thomas threw his hands into the air. "Shuck Newt, if you're guna wimp out of that question this game is going to be boring!"

Newt snorted before setting the bottle down. "Don't worry Tommy, I'm not wimping out" he said "I just need a little liquid courage before answering." Thomas smiled and nodded, he stared at Newt expectantly. "Alright well... I was in highschool and it was my first boyfriend and I was his" Newt said "we had only been going together for a few months, but we were young and horny and curious. So, ya know, we figured we'd just do it. Only the thing was neither of us had any idea what we were doing or who was going to do what and it was just incredibly awkward... and weird... and bad."

He glanced at Thomas who was biting back a laugh. Newt rolled his eyes. "Please, don't act like your first time was good either" Newt said.

The grin disappeared from Thomas's face. "Those were bad times" Thomas said, and Newt laughed.

"Well, are you gunna tell the story?"

"Ugghh" Thomas groaned. "I was 17 and I'd been dating some girl for like 2 years and we waited forever because we wanted it to be special or whatever. So one weekend her parents were out of town and I came over and we... well we had sex I guess."

"You guess?"

"Well it lasted like 5 seconds and I think she was in a lot of pain and she dumped me like a week later" he said.

"Aww... I'm sorry Tommy" Newt said as he rubbed his hand on Thomas's arm and tried to bite back a laugh.

"Ah whatever" Thomas said "a month later, I hooked up with her twin brother."

Newt eyes widened. "You did not!" he said.

"Sure did" Thomas said as he took a sip from the bottle. "He was the first guy I had a crush on and when the opportunity presented itself..."

Newt laughed and hit Thomas in the arm. "You're a terrible person!" he joked.

"Slim it will ya?" Thomas said with a grin. "It's your turn."

"Alright... most embarrassing thing you've ever done?" Newt asked.

"You mean other than the muddy laundry mat incident?"

"Yes"

"Okay well... Probably sophomore year when my friend, Teresa, convinced me she could give me a haircut before homecoming and well... things happened and next thing I knew I had a blue mo-hawk. My homecoming date wasn't too pleased" Thomas said.

Newt gave him a weird look. "Wha- Tommy! How the shuck did a haircut turn into a blue mo-hawk?" he asked.

Thomas put his hands in the air and shrugged. "Shuck if I know! I don't make good decisions under pressure!" Thomas said as he grabbed the bottle and took yet another swig.

Newt laughed and grabbed the bottle. "I've picked up on that" he said "it's your turn by the way."

"Hmmmm.. a question... questions for Newt... Newt the cute..." Thomas swayed back and forth, his words slurring together. Newt rolled his eyes and tried not to laugh. This shank is wasted he thought. Thomas tried to grab the bottle, but Newt pulled it out of his reach and drank some himself. "Here's a question" Thomas said as he leaned over and put a hand on Newt's hip. "Wanna have sex with me?"

"Tommy!"

"Do you?"

"I barely know you."

"Do you?" Thomas repeated as he leaned closer to Newt and kissed his neck before moving to meet Newt's eyes. "You know lying's against the rules."

"Alright fine" Newt said, not breaking eye contact with Thomas. Their faces were only a few inches apart. "I want to have sex with you" he said in a small voice, and Thomas smiled and leaned in closer to Newt, but Newt leaned away. "But, that doesn't mean I will."

Thomas grinned and leaned back so he was lying on his back. "Why not? If you want to do something, why wouldn't you?" he asked.

Newt leaned back so he was lying next to Thomas and stared up at the sky. "Isn't it my turn to ask you a question?" Newt said.

Thomas snorted. "Yea, it is" he said.

"How many people have you hooked up with?" Newt asked, and glanced at Thomas. He was afraid to hear the answer.

Thomas turned his head and glanced at Newt. "What'd ya mean hook up with? Like how many people have I slept with, or how many people have I had like, one time hook-ups with?"

Newt thought for a second. He really only wanted the answer to the second one, but he didn't want to sound creepy. "Both" he said.

"Uhh.. well I've slept with 6 people total and only one of them was a one-time thing" Thomas said.

Newt propped himself on his elbow and stared at Thomas. "So you're looking to double that number with me, then?" he asked. Newt hadn't really meant to say that out loud but the alcohol seemed to have removed his filter.

Thomas furrowed his eyebrows and frowned. "I wasn't planning on this being a one time thing" he said, "why, were you?"

"Uh.. I don't know Tommy" Newt said "I wasn't really planning on any of this happening. I haven't really been thinking anything through all night. It's kind of hard to think about anything other than right now when I'm with you."

Thomas smiled like a little kid. "Good, keep doing that" he said as he leaned up and kissed Newt. "Just. Keep. Doing. That." Thomas said between kisses.

Once again, Newt's instincts told him to get it together, but this time he didn't hesitate to tell his instincts to shut the hell up. "Okay" he whispered against Thomas's lips, but then Thomas pulled away.

He stared at Newt with an angry expression. "I really want to keep kissing you, but I'm going to puke" he said before getting up and running into the woods. Newt laid back on the ground and tried not to laugh. He could hear Thomas puking his brains out, and for some reason Newt was still attracted to him.

A few minutes later Thomas came back and pulled a bottle of water and a tooth brush out of his bookbag. He proceeded to brush his teeth and Newt couldn't help but laugh. "Shuck Tommy, you really are always prepared" he said "what're you, some sketch version of a boy scout?"

"Sure am" Thomas said before spitting over the ledge into the river. He tossed his toothbrush into his bookbag and crawled over to Newt. "So... It's my turn to ask a question..." he said as he moved so he was hovering over Newt. "In the interest of avoiding confusion, I've decided to rephrase my earlier question."

"Oh really?" Newt said, keeping eye contact with Thomas. "What's that?"

"Will you have sex with me?"