Thomas's PoV:
Clint and Jeff had said that Thomas would need to take a couple weeks off of work to rest his leg. Gally had agreed with them instantly, much to Thomas's disappointment. One good thing about it was sleeping in, though.
And of course, Gally was there when he wasn't at work. He took care of Thomas, bringing him food and water. They also spent a lot of time playing cards - Gally had taught him how to play Uno.
They kissed a lot too, which was great. And sometimes, when Gally was asleep, Thomas could hear him mumbling in his sleep. One day, Thomas decided to risk bringing it up. "Hey...I wanted to ask you something," he said, pulling back from their kiss.
Thomas could see the dread on his boyfriend's face. "What?"
"Um...well, recently I've been hearing you talk in your sleep," Thomas said carefully. "You, uh...always say my name."
Gally blushed deeply. "Shuck," he groaned, burying his face in the pillow.
"Hey, it's okay," Thomas said. "I was just wondering why you didn't tell me about the dreams.
"...so embarrassing," he heard Gally mumble.
"You don't have to be embarrassed," Thomas reassured him. "If you want me...you can have me."
Gally lifted his face and looked at Thomas, raising his eyebrows. Thomas blushed. Then the Keeper of the Builders kissed him, deeply. "I want you," Gally told him.
He kissed Thomas again, harder this time, and Thomas's heart pounded quickly as Gally's hand slipped up his shirt. Thomas wrapped his arms around Gally's waist, tugging him closer, and he kissed him deeply. Their kisses quickly heated up and Thomas could barely breathe as Gally pulled Thomas's shirt over his head. They kissed again, hungrily, and Thomas felt Gally's body pressed up against his as the other boy reached for the button on his jeans.
Gally's PoV:
When I went downstairs later to get Thomas some food, I stopped when I saw Newt, Alby and Minho staring at me. "What?" I asked.
"You and Thomas." Minho grinned.
"What about us? You know we're together," I pointed out.
"Yeah, but you...you know." Minho made a motion with his hands and Newt and Alby howled with laughter.
"I think the term you're looking for is 'hooked up'," Newt supplied, a smirk on his face. More laughter.
"Yeah, yeah, real mature, guys." I could feel my face burning. "How did you even know?"
"You guys were kinda...loud." This from Alby.
I groaned. "This conversation's over," I told them, walking past them towards the dining hall. When I returned to the room Thomas and I shared, I set his food down on the table and said, "Apparently everyone knows about...you know, about what we did."
Thomas blushed adorably. "It's not a problem, is it?"
"Nah," I reassured him. "They were just teasing me about it."
He rolled his eyes. "Slintheads."
"Agreed." I laughed.
"It's not...it's not weird or anything, right?" he asked. "Because you're my boss?"
"Oh. No," I said. "Newt and Alby seemed cool about it."
"Newt and Alby?"
"And Minho," I added. Thomas groaned. "Yeah, that's what I said."
He laughed and held me close. "Well, at least no one has a problem with us being together."
"True," I agreed, and rested my head on his chest.
Later, when I was helping Thomas downstairs to use the bathroom, I saw that our friends were gathered in the living room. "What's going on?" I asked.
"Winston's telling a ghost story," Newt said. "You guys should come join us."
"That is, if you can handle it," Minho added, and the two laughed, earning an eye-roll from Alby, who had his arm around Newt.
I looked at Thomas questioningly. "Sure," he agreed, and he limped over to the couch. I helped him sit down and took a seat beside him, my heart skipping a beat when his arm slid around my waist.
Winston started the story. "Years ago, before any of us lived here, there was an old woman who lived in the Glade. She lived alone, in this very house! One night, the Doors mysteriously stayed open and the Grievers attacked. They killed the old woman, who was defenseless.
"It is said that the ghost of the old woman still haunts the Glade. Some even say that she haunts this very room!"
I felt someone's hand slap down on my shoulder, and I yelled in surprise, my heart racing with fear before I realized it was all fake. "You slintheads!" I said angrily as some people laughed - including Thomas. Embarrassed, I got up and stormed back to my room, leaving Thomas downstairs. His leg may be injured, but I wasn't feeling much sympathy after being laughed at.
"Hey, Gally!" Thomas called from somewhere down the hall. A few seconds later he appeared in the doorway, limping towards the bed where I sat with my arms crossed. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
I glared at him. "You laugh at me and then ask if I'm okay? God you're stupid." I did feel a little bad as I saw hurt flash in Thomas's eyes. "Why do you tease me so much?"
"Does it bother you that much?"
"Yes!" I exclaimed. "I...I don't like feeling weak, and you don't tease anyone else so don't do it to me!"
"Those shanks back there joke around all the time," Thomas pointed out. "They don't care. Why do you? We're all friends here."
"Because I'm not in love with any of them," I said. "No one else has the effect on me that you do." I blushed. I wasn't used to being so open with another person.
"That's why I do it," Thomas admitted. "For what it's worth, I am sorry. I was trying to impress you. And I just liked being able to make you react in a way that no one else can. It makes me feel...special."
Something softened inside me, and all my anger dwindled away. "Thomas, you don't have to try so hard to prove yourself to me," I told him. "I already know you're special."
Thomas smiled and he took my hand. My heart skipped a beat. "Sometimes I feel like we're so different," he admitted. "I love you, Gally, and I want to understand you, but you have to tell me if something's bothering you."
I nodded. "I will. I'm sorry I said you were stupid." He squeezed my hand. Then, "I love you."
Thomas pulled me into a hug and I clung to him, digging my fingers into his brown hair. I pulled back slightly, and his lips brushed against mine in a deep, soft kiss. My heart pounding quickly, I slipped my hands under his shirt, breaking the kiss to pull it over his head. Our next kiss was hungry, and just as I felt Thomas's hand moving up my leg, I heard, "Gally, Thomas, come quick, we found something huge!"
Thomas and I sprang apart. "Damn it, Newt, what is so important that-"
"That I had to interrupt your little make out session?" the blond finished. It was going to be a little more than a "little make out session", I thought, annoyed. "You'll never guess what Alby and I just found. We were looking around the Slammer for any sign of how Ben escaped. You're never going to believe this."
I gaped at him. "You found something?" I jumped up, and so did Thomas, even with his injured leg.
"Oh, yeah," Newt told me. "We found a shucking trapdoor. There's catacombs under the Maze. You know what this means? We may have just found a way out."
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