Disclaimer: All characters are Dashner's.

Minho:

Minho woke up to a pounding headache. He sat up and stared down at himself. He was shirtless and there was a dried mess in his shorts. He groaned and lied back down on his bed. Minho glanced over at Newt, who sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. Minho simply stared for a moment as he processed the fuzzy memories from last night.

"Stop bloody staring at me, will ya?" Newt mumbled into his hands.

Minho groaned again and stared at the ceiling. He shifted uncomfortably, his shorts were practically glued to his thighs. "I need a shower" he said.

Newt snorted. "You and me both," he grumbled "but I don't think I can stand up right now without puking."

Minho slowly sat up and felt a wave of nausea wash over him too. "We, um, drank a lot last night" he said.

Newt rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "I bloody hope so" he said "considering what happened."

Minho felt his face heat up. He was kind of hoping that Newt would just never bring it up, he was so embarrassed of how forward he'd been. "I, um, yea... Don't normally act that way sober..."

"Normally?"

Minho held up his hands. "Ever!" he defended. "I don't ever do that! Well, I do that, but not with you in the room. Especially not with you talking to me, cuz you know, that makes it weird. Well not bad weird, or at least it wasn't. But now it kind of is. Weird I mean. Because now were both sober and in sticky underwear and-"

"Are you sure you're sober?" Newt asked, interrupting Minho's rambling, which he was grateful for because he would have just kept talking and gotten nowhere.

"Um... yes?" Minho said.

Newt rolled his eyes and let out a long breath. "Look. This isn't a big deal, okay?" he said. Minho simply glared at him as if saying are you kidding me? Newt groaned and rubbed his temples. "Okay so maybe it is, but we're not talking about it right now. It's too bloody early in the morning for this klunk. I'm going to shower and then we need to get running." Newt then stood up and walked out of the room leaving Minho alone and nauseous.

Newt:

Newt stood in the shower and let the hot water spray against his back as he leaned against the wall. He had a lot of different thoughts going threw his mind, but mostly he was thinking about how much his head hurt. He felt like someone had smashed his head against the maze wall. Shuck, he was stupid for drinking so much last night. He was also stupid for letting things get out of hand with Minho last night.

What was he thinking? What was Minho thinking? What the shuck even happened? How do you react after you and your best friend jack off in the same room while you narrate? What the shuck even is that?

Newt's head screamed at him. His headache was unrelenting. He knew one thing that normally helped with headaches. His body immediately responded to the idea and blood rushed south. Newt let out a long breath and reached down, cupping himself in his hand. He figured it was worth a try. He closed his eyes and started stroking himself. Before he could stop it, memories from last night popped into his brain.

Minho shirtless and leaning close to him. The feeling of his breath against Newt's skin and the smell of alcohol and sweat. The way Minho's erection pressed against Newt's body. The groans and sounds Minho made when he touched himself.

Newt came into his hand and bit down on his lip to stop from calling out Minho's name.

Newt leaned against the shower wall and slid down on to ground. He cradled his head in his hands as he tried to regain his composure. He took long breaths, waiting for his heartbeat to return to normal. When it finally did he stood up and turned off the water. He reached out of the stall and grabbed his towel. He did his best to dry himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist and stepping out of the stall. He almost dropped his towel when he saw Minho.

Minho was standing there in nothing but his runnie-undies and shuck they were tight. He'd seen Minho like this before of course but he'd never really seen him like that. The stretchy material of his runnie-undies hugged his hips and pretty much everything else.

Minho didn't seem to notice that Newt was staring. He was talking to Nick for some reason. Newt would've avoided him completely, but for some reason his feet started moving in Minho's direction.

When he got close enough he placed a hand on Minho's shoulder and he turned to look at Newt. His eyes instantly grew huge and his face turned red. Newt simply smiled at him. "Hey Min, do you know what I did with my watch last night?" he asked.

Minho snapped his eyes from Newt's stomach to meet his eyes. "Don't know" he said "maybe you lost it when you were telling me that story last night. You used an awful lot of hand motions while talking."

Newt bit his lip. He knew exactly what hand motions Minho was referring to. He felt a small blush creep onto his cheeks, but he wasn't about to back down. He forced a smile and placed his hand on Minho's bicep before leaning across Minho's chest to grab his wrist. He made a point of breathing against Minho's bare chest as he checked the time on Minho's watch. Minho made some type of noise that resembled a dying animal.

"Bloody hell, I need to get dressed" Newt said.

"Um, yea. You should" Minho managed. Newt flashed him one last grin before walking out of the showers and towards his room. He still confused about his situation with Minho after everything that happened last night, but he did know two things. 1. He wanted whatever happened to happen again and 2. He no longer had a headache.

Minho:

He couldn't help it, he watched as Newt's towel swayed slightly as he walked out of the showers. He watched as a drop of water slid down Newt's bare muscled back and he watched as Newt's ass moved in perfect ways with every step.

"Are you two sucking each other's cocks?"

Minho's eyes snapped back to Nick and his cheeks turned red. "What? No man" Minho defended. "Why would you think that?"

"Cause you were staring at him like you might drop to your knees any minute" Nick said with a laugh. "It's no big deal man. We're teenage boys trapped in maze, it's bound to happen eventually. I mean, I do it."

Minho's eyes grew wide. "You suck Newt's cock?" The mere thought made Minho want to strangle him with his bare hands.

Nick burst out laughing. "Shuck no" he said "not him. Though I would... Anyways I didn't mean him. I meant..." Nick rolled his eyes. "I can't tell you, he'll kill me. So will he-"

"Bro, how many cocks have you sucked?"

"Not important." Nick waved him off with a small shrug. "The point is you're saying that you and Newt aren't shucking?"

Minho frowned. "No," he said "we're not."

Nick smiled and leaned a little closer. His eyes scanned over Minho's muscled chest and he felt his cheeks turn pink. "So... is that because Newt doesn't want to or because you don't want to?" Nick asked, his voice suddenly a lot smoother.

Minho swallowed. "I guess it's because..." he started but then he cleared his throat. "What's it to ya, shuckface?"

Nick only smirked. "Because" he said quietly "if you're not shucking him, you could be shucking me."

Minho laughed uncomfortably. Was he being serious? Was he really willing to let Minho... "No man" he said awkwardly. "We hardly even qualify as friends, let alone..." Minho's voice trailed off, he wasn't entirely sure how to finish the sentence. Luckily he didn't need to because Nick simply snorted.

"Who said anything about a relationship or any of that klunk?" Nick said smoothly. "I'm just talking about a good screw."

Minho simply stared at him. He had no idea how to process this information. It was like his brain shut down. The idea of 'a good screw' was appealing, and yet... The idea of it being with someone other than Newt made him want to crawl out of his skin. He snapped back to reality as Nick placed a hand on his hip. He immediately shoved him off and grabbed his clothes.

"Shuck off slinthead" Minho shot at Nick as he pulled on his shorts.

Nick hardly had time to yell out "whatever man, come back to me when you change your mind" before Minho stormed out of the room.

Minho pulled on his shirt as he practically ran to his and Newt's room. He burst open the door to see Newt standing by the dresser about to pull on a tanktop. Newt turned to look at him.

Newt opened his mouth to say something, but the words never got out because Minho grabbed his face and kissed him.

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