Disclaimer: All characters are Dashner's.
Thomas:
Thomas woke up to a person staring at him and he almost fell out of the bed when he realized it wasn't Newt.
A tall muscly Asian boy sat on the bed across from Newt's, the one Thomas was currently lying on. He had a text book in his lap and was staring intently at Thomas. Thomas awkwardly pulled the blanket up his chest. He'd put on a pair of boxers before falling asleep, a decision he was now grateful for, but other than that he was completely naked. "Um... hi" he managed.
"Hey shank" the boy said "I'm going to guess you're the famous Thomas?"
Famous? Newt talked about him? Thomas rubbed his eyes. "Um, yea that's me" he said "and you are..?"
"Shuckface doesn't talk about me? Rude" he declared "I'm Minho. Newt's my roommate if you haven't pieced that bit of information together yet."
Thomas nodded. He looked around and found the place his shirt had been thrown. He picked it up and pulled it on. "Do you know where Newt is?" he asked.
"He's in the shower" Minho stated as he gestured towards the door Thomas hadn't really noticed until then. He realized he could hear the shower running and kind of felt like an idiot. "Probably needs one after everything you two were up to last night..." Thomas blushed and followed Minho's eyes to lube and condom wrapper sitting on the bedside table.
"Um..." was all Thomas could manage.
"I'm just messin' with ya slinthead" Minho said with a laugh. "I'm a full supporter of you and Newt. Not only because I think the whole situation's kind of funny, but also because it must take quite a shank to make Newt stop sleeping around."
Thomas felt his ears turn red. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean Newt hasn't brought anyone back to our dorm since you showed up at his house on Brenda's arm" Minho said "I think that's the longest the shank's gone with out sex in years."
At this point Thomas was blushing pretty hard. He was starting to believe Newt was a lot more serious about Thomas then he was letting on, which made Thomas pretty happy. If he was throwing away his life for this boy he wanted more than just dirty hook-ups. "Um, really?" he asked.
Minho nodded. "Yea man" he said "it's Tommy this, Tommy that." He glanced nervously at the bathroom door. "He'd probably kill me if he knew I told you that."
Thomas smiled like an idiot. "I won't tell" he said.
As if right on cue the bathroom door opened and Newt walked out in a towel. Thomas stared like an idiot. His hair was wet and sticking to his forehead, and Thomas's eyes followed a drop of water that traveled down his chest to his stomach to his-
"Wipe your drool, Greenie" Minho laughed.
Thomas realized his mouth was hanging open so he snapped it shut. He felt his ears turn red and Newt was smiling at him triumphantly. "You can shower if you want" Newt said "you probably won't fit in my clothes but Minho'll let you borrow some."
"I don't know Newt" Minho said with a shit-eating grin. "You know I don't give my clothes to your hook-ups, but you know if this was more than a hook-up than that'd be okay."
It was Newt's turn to blush. "Slim it Minho" Newt said as he helped himself to Minho's dresser and tossed Thomas some clothes. Thomas mumbled a thanks and walked over to the bathroom. He closed the door, but he could still hear Newt and Minho talking.
"I'm going to kill you."
"Just tell Tommyboy you want to date him."
"I never said that-"
"But you want to."
"Shut up."
Thomas felt a grin spread across his face. Newt did want to date him. All of this wasn't for nothing. Despite whatever Newt was going to insist about the 'complications' of them being together, Thomas was going to make sure they ended up together. He didn't go threw all of this klunk for nothing.
Newt:
When Thomas got out of the shower twenty minutes later, wearing Minho's clothes and looking better than Minho did in them in Newt's opinion, Newt was feeling kind of anxious. Things had escalated between him and Thomas very quickly. He'd let himself breakdown in front of Thomas, and then screwed him. That was about as open as a human being can get.
Normally, sex didn't mean anything to Newt, but this was different. Not only because it was Thomas's first time, but there was such an emotional charge to the whole thing... The way Thomas had stared at him and held his hand the whole time it was... a lot. Newt wasn't sure if it was a good a lot or not. He was used to being shoved against alley walls and pounded into, and as much as he enjoyed that he had to admit there was something nice about how it had went down between him and Thomas.
If Newt was being honest he was mostly feeling embarrassed. Thomas on the other hand didn't seem uncomfortable in the slightest. He seemed rather pleased with everything, which Newt guessed was a good thing.
"So do you want to go get lunch?" Thomas asked, pulling Newt from his thoughts.
"Uh..."
"Yes. Go" Minho instructed. "Go talk about your special feelings in the pit of your tummy."
Newt punched him in the arm and grabbed a sweatshirt. "C'mon Tommy" he mumbled "let's get some bloody food."
Ten minutes later they sat in an awkward silence at a crap diner that Newt spent more time eating at than he should. He picked threw his french fries. He knew he was being quiet, but he didn't really know what to say. He was worried if he said something he'd say something stupid.
"Good food" Thomas said in an attempt to start a conversation.
"Yup.." Newt said and silence once again settled over them. Thomas bounced his leg up and down and tapped the table with his nail, he was clearly anxious. He kept opening and shutting his mouth as if he wanted to say something but kept losing the nerve.
"So," Thomas blurted out "are we... a couple?"
Newt dropped his fry and looked up at Thomas. "Um..." he started. He sighed and rested his head in his hands. "I don't know Tommy."
"Why?" Thomas asked.
Newt groaned into his hands and met Thomas's eyes. "Because" he started "you just dumped my sister who now hates me and you're still in high school and I'm a mess and-"
"Okay, but do you like me?" Thomas interrupted.
Newt rolled his eyes. "Of course I like you Tommy" he said.
"Good that" Thomas said as he grabbed Newt's hand and placed a kiss on it. Newt had to bite his lip to stop from laughing at Thomas's cheesiness. "I like you too, so lets date."
"It's not that simple" Newt insisted, but Thomas waved him off.
"It is, Newt" he said "I like you, you like me, so we date. We don't have to tell people since everything's still a mess and I haven't even came out to my parents, but that doesn't really matter. We'll deal with it when we have to. Until then we can hang out and have a lot of sex and go on dumb dates and all that klunk because I pretty much threw away my life for you and you did the same for me so you're going to be my shucking boyfriend so get over it and accept it."
Newt opened his mouth to protest, but then he just shut it and gave a slight nod. Thomas smiled at him and nodded back. "Good that" he said.
Newt felt a smile spread across his face. "Yea" he agreed "good that."
Sorry this chapter's a bit short, but I hope you like it. Please review and tell me what you thought!
