Minho:
About a week passed and they settled into an almost-pattern. Whenever they had a private moment, they were making out. Whether it was on a break in the maze or late at night in their room. The thing is they always stopped there; kissing and touching, but no where below the belt. And then they would stop. They didn't talk about it either. They didn't talk about any of that relationship crap or their feelings or the fact that they didn't seem to be moving forward.
But eventually Minho couldn't take it anymore.
He was nervous to do what he desperate wanted to. What if he doesn't want to do this? What if I suck at it? What if it ruins everything? Minho's mind was racing as he and Newt were sitting on his bed one night kissing.
Newt suddenly pulled away "hey shuckface you think you could keep your tiny brain on task for a few minutes?"
Minho laughed "Sorry I was just thinking-"
"Don't hurt yourself" Newt said with a smirk.
"Shut up" Minho said pulling Newt in for a kiss. Suddenly confident, Minho put his hands in Newts hair and slipped his tongue into his mouth. He flipped them around so Minho was on top of Newt, straddling him. He could feel Newt get hard as quickly as Minho did himself. The kissing became so heated Minho could barely handle it. It's now or never. Minho thought to himself as he moved his hand down Newt's stomach. He placed his hand under the hem of Newt's shirt onto his stomach.
Newt suddenly broke away and lifted his shirt over his head. Minho stared at Newt's bare chest. Shucking hell. "Well?" Newt said expectantly.
"Wha- oh!" Minho discarded his own shirt and looked down at Newt. Newt's eyes were scanning over Minho's body with an expectant look on his face. Maybe he wants it as much as I do. Minho tried to shove his fears away and leaned in to kiss Newt on the lips. He ground his hips against Newt's and heard Newt let out a moan. He slid his hand back down Newt's stomach, put didn't stop until his hand was on the waist band of his pants. Just do it. Minho told himself as he slid his hand so it was on Newt's bulge.
Newt froze for a second, but seemed to get over it quickly as he continued to move his lips against Minho's. He unbuttoned Newt's pants and slid his hand in until it was on Newt's erection.
"Um- Minho" Newt said in a shakey voice "maybe you shouldn't- I'm really close to- you know-"
"That's kinda the point" Minho said as he wrapped his hand around Newt and slowly started to move it up and down.
Newt's eyes widened "ooohh."
"Do you want me to sto-"
"NO" Newt said with such urgency it made Minho smile. "I just umm-" Newt said as he timidly put his hand on Minho's waist band "I can do it too if you want." Well I'm not going to say no to that. He leaned down and kissed Newt on the lips and moved his lips down his jaw line till he was sucking on his neck. As Newt slid his hand into Minho's pants he let out a groan. He picked up the pace and started pumping, trying his best to do to Newt what he knows feels good when he does it to himself.
Newt was moaning and writhing underneath him. That combined with Newt's hand pumping him he could hardly keep it together. "Newt" he breathed against Newt's neck.
"Shuuuck Minho ohh..." Newt let out a loudest groan yet as he came into Minho's hand. This put Minho over the edge and he rode out his orgasm.
Afterwards he rolled off of Newt and lied next to him, trying to catch his breath. "That was... new" Newt managed.
Minho looked over at him "yea..." He suddenly felt a rush of embarrassment at what had just happened. "Umm.. We don't have to do that again if you don't want to... We can just pretend-"
"No I um- I mean- shuck it of course I'd want to do it again" Newt said his face turning slightly red.
Minho smiled and rolled over to stare at the ceiling "good that."
"Good that."
Newt:
Newt woke up and realized he was still in Minho's bed. Minho's arm was draped around his waist and Newt's back was pressed against Minho's front. He could feel Minho's breath against his neck and a certain part of him pressed against his rear end. Is this shank always turned on? Newt did his best to slip out of bed without waking Minho, and failed miserably.
Minho let out a groan and sat up. "Mornin' shank" he said rubbing his eyes.
"Hey it's kind of early so you can go back to sleep. I was just getting up early since we're getting a new greenie today so I won't be going into the maze. Alby wants me to take this one- aaand you're already asleep again. Bloody moron..." Newt left and went down to shower before breakfast.
He was finishing up breakfast when Minho came and sat next to him. He instantly started mumbling about the maze "and section 4 will be open today so we can-"
"Minho I bloody told you I'm not going into the maze today" Newt told him rolling his eyes.
"Oh yea, well shuck I guess I'll just run it myself" Minho said as he shoved a piece of bread into his mouth "well I guess I better get going" Minho stood up and ruffled Newt's hair as he walked by. Newt turned his head and watched Minho leave.
Newt snapped back to reality as he heard someone clear their throat. He turned to see Alby standing next to him with his eyebrows raised. Newt's face burned and he tried to act normal. "Oh shut up. What'd ya need?"
"I was going to talk to you about the greenie bonfire" Alby said.
"You're really going to make that a thing?" Newt said.
"Yea so slim it and help me out alright?" Alby said and he started to ramble on about plans for the day. A few hours later they heard the greenie alarm go off and ran to meet the box.
They opened the box and looked down to see a kid that looked to be about 15. He was short and scrawny with tanned skin. He had dark brown hair and look like he was about to piss himself. The typical commentary came from the surrounding Gladers.
"Dumb shank's guna klunk his pants"
"Look at this shuckface"
"Scrawny little slinthead"
"EVERYBODY SLIM IT" Alby yelled as Newt threw the rope down into the box. Newt leaned down and looked at the greenie.
"Just step into the rope and we'll pull you up alright? I know you're confused but we'll explain everything to ya in a minute" Newt said, trying to sooth the poor kid. Slowly but surely the greenie did as Newt told him. "See that wasn't so hard was it?" Newt said with smile "Name's Newt, do you remember your name?"
"Um yea it's John."
"Welcome to the Glade Johnny."
Minho:
Running the maze without Newt was incredibly boring. He ate lunch in silence wishing Newt was there. By the time he made it back to the Glade he went straight to find Newt. He found him eating dinner with a kid he didn't recognize that he assumed was the newest greenie. Minho sat right next to Newt, probably closer than normal but he didn't care at the moment.
"Hey Minho this is the newest greenie, Johnny" Newt said and Minho cringed at the nickname. "And greenie, this shank is Minho. He's a runner like me."
The greenie nodded as he tried to piece everything together. Minho always felt bad for the greenies the first couple days, he remembered the feeling of utter confusion. "Nice to meet ya, how's the Glade treating you so far? Hope this slinthead hasn't confused you too much" he said as he nudged Newt in the stomach.
"Slim it Min" Newt said "you better get some food and hit the showers before the bonfire, you bloody stink."
Minho snorted "yea well you smell just as bad when you actually go into the shucking maze."
"Someone's gotta take care of the gree-" Newt stopped abruptly as Minho put his hand on his thigh. The greenie looked up from his food confused. Newt cleared his throat "the greenies. They um need someone to help them out." Minho started rubbing his thumb back and forth on Newt's thigh. Newt placed a hand on Minho's as if to stop him. Newt shot him a glare, but Minho sensed there was nothing behind it. Oh come on, Newt.
Newt stood up, but as he did quickly whispered "later" and then at normal volume "go shower, we got the bonfire in an hour. Come on Johnny I'm not done showin' you around." And with that he walked off. Minho couldn't help but smile as he thought about the plans he had for the night.