That night, Newt stood outside the room he shared with Thomas and knocked. "Go away, Newt," Thomas called.

"Thomas, please, please, just open up," he begged. "Shut the door in my face again if you bloody want to, but hear me out first. Please. I miss you." His voice cracked at the end.

His best friend opened the door, glaring at him. "What?"

"You wanna know what?" Newt didn't know why he was getting angry. "I love you. I bloody love you. That's what." Thomas' eyes widened in shock. "Yeah, you bloody heard me. I love you and I miss you, everything about you, and I want you back-"

Thomas interrupted him with a kiss, pulling Newt inside their room and closing the door behind him. "Took you long enough," Thomas said between kisses, and Newt moaned in response and wrapped his arms around Thomas' neck, pressing against him. Thomas' mouth against his felt so good and his arms around Newt's waist felt just as good. Thomas led Newt over to the bed, pushing the blond down under him. Their kisses became more hungry, just like in Newt's dream, but Newt knew this wasn't a dream. Newt unbuttoned Thomas shirt and slid it off his shoulders, running his hands over Thomas' beautiful chest and stomach. Thomas squeezed Newt's hips and the blond moaned loudly, so loudly that he was afraid his family heard him next door.

"Thomas," Newt gasped. "I want you. Now."

"You want me now?" Thomas repeated. "Just a few days ago, you were telling me that best friends shouldn't go to bed with each other, now you want to go to bed with me?"

Newt flushed deeply, but he said, "Yes." He kissed Thomas hungrily.

"Newt, Newt, Newt, slow down," Thomas laughed softly and sat up.

"You don't want me?" Newt asked.

"God, Newt, of course I want you," replied Thomas. "I just think we should take this slowly."

Newt sighed and ran a hand down Thomas' bare chest, resting his hand on his stomach. "All right," he agreed. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Newt realized that was the first time Thomas directly said that he loved him. Tears of happiness filled Newt's eyes and Thomas pulled him in for a kiss. They kissed deeply and Newt snuggled against him, resting his cheek on Thomas' bare chest as he fell asleep almost immediately.

The next morning, Newt woke up in his new boyfriend's arms. "Morning," he said cheerfully as Thomas opened an eye.

Thomas smiled. "Morning," he agreed. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Newt slowly brushed their lips together, savoring the kiss. Then he snuggled back into Thomas' arms, yawning. Then he realized something. He lifted his head and Thomas looked down at him. "Hey, Tommy?"

"Hmm?" Thomas was stroking Newt's hair and smiling at him, and Newt felt like he'd just gotten his whole world back.

"What are we going to tell my family?" Newt asked. "I mean, I know Kayla's okay with us, but what about my par-"

Thomas interrupted him with a kiss. "Newt. Relax. It'll be fine."

"Do we have to right now?" Newt nuzzled him. "Or ever? I want to stay here with you forever."

Thomas laughed and tears of happiness filled Newt's eyes. He had missed Thomas' laugh so much. "Regrettably, our lives must continue." He kissed Newt and the blond kissed him back, feeling Thomas' arms wrap tightly around his waist. Their kiss was incredibly deep and slow and emotional. Newt loved every moment of it. He was surprised when Thomas slipped his tongue in Newt's mouth, brushing his tongue against the blond's. It was a weird feeling at first, but then Newt loved it as much as he loved kissing Thomas in general.

"Okay, we better get up before I go back on what I said last night," Thomas said, laughing.

Newt grinned. "And what was that?" he asked. "Please, do tell."

And then Thomas hit him on the head with a pillow.

Newt blinked. "What was that?" he asked Thomas. "Did you just throw a pillow at me, shuck-face?"

"Funny you should ask, because yes, I did, shuck-face," Thomas said boldly.

Newt playfully pushed him down onto the bed. "Ooooooh, venturing into tough waters, I see," he said dangerously, then leaned down for a kiss. Just before their lips were about to touch, Thomas got a surprise smack in the head with a pillow.

"Hey! Uncalled for!"

"Never let your opponent distract you!" Newt giggled, but then was promptly hit with a pillow, causing feathers to fly everywhere. Then they erupted into a full on pillow fight, giggling like three year olds and smacking each other with pillows, bursting pillows so that the feathers rained down on them. In the snowstorm that they had created on their own, Thomas and Newt kissed and Newt was so glad to have his Tommy back.

"Sorry about the feathers," Newt's dad apologized to the front desk. "You boys weren't having a pillow fight, were you?"

The new couple suddenly took up an interest in the floor.

"Boys will be boys," Newt's mom said. "Anyway, here's what we owe you for the pillows. And thank you for the new pillows. I'm sure Thomas and Newt appreciate it."

Thomas and Newt exchanged a glance and then they both nodded.

Mikayla smiled. "I'm so glad you guys aren't fighting anymore," she said.

Newt's heart melted. He was so happy that he hugged his sister. "Me, too," he agreed.

"Actually, Mr. and Mrs. Issacs, there's something I have to tell you," Thomas said. Newt looked at him in surprise, but then nodded. Thomas reached for his hand and said, "I love your son, and he loves me, too. We're together." Thomas kissed Newt lightly on the lips. "I hope that we have your blessing. I love Newt more than anything."

"Awwwww!" Mikayla gushed.

Newt's mom paled. "You're getting married?" she asked.

"No!" Newt laughed. "Bloody shucking hell, Mom, not for a long time. We just wanted your blessing for our relationship, though we will be together regardless. I know I can speak for both me and Tommy that we'd both love your support."

"Of course you have our support," his mom said.

Newt's heart swelled with happiness as his mom and dad hugged him and then Thomas. "You better take good care of my son," Newt's dad warned. "You hurt him, you'll regret it."

"I don't doubt that, sir," Thomas quickly said. "I would never hurt Newt."

Newt smiled at him. This was turning out to be the best day of his life so far.