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After finishing dinner, Thomas and Minho went for a walk in the woods. They followed along the stream for a while, and eventually Minho stopped to pick up a rock. He tossed it into the water and it skipped a few times before sinking. "How'd you do that?" Thomas asked.

"Like this" he said as he skipped yet another rock. "Some kid showed me one of the first days we were here" he added as he turned and looked at Thomas with a triumphant look.

"Are you going to show me how or not?" he said as he picked up a rock.

"Well not with this klunky rock." Minho grabbed the rock and dropped it on the ground. Thomas rolled his eyes as Minho picked up a different one and handed it to him. "You need a flat one. Here, flick your wrist like this." He said as he demonstrated with another rock.

Thomas nodded and tried himself, but the rock sunk. Minho laughed "shuck, Thomas didn't you watch me?"

Thomas blushed. "Slim it," he said "it's not easy." He picked up another rock and tried again, but failed once again.

"Come here you slinthead" Minho said as he stepped behind Thomas and grabbed his wrist. "Like this" he said quietly into Thomas's ear as he pulled back Thomas's wrist and guided it as he threw the rock. It jumped once in the water before sinking. "See?" Minho said.

Thomas smiled, but not because of the rock. "Yea, I see" he said. Minho took his arms and wrapped them around Thomas's stomach. He rested his forehead against Thomas's shoulder and let out a long sigh.

Thomas stared at the water as it rushed by and took in the moment. It was rare for him to have a moment where he felt completely peaceful. "This is nice" he said.

"I know," Minho said "I never thought I'd feel like this again. After everything that happened."

"I don't think I've ever felt like this" Thomas said. "My memory's about 2 years shorter than your's and we haven't exactly had a lot of time to feel like this."

"Oh yea," Minho said "sometimes I forget you haven't been here all along."

"Yea" Thomas said, as he stepped away from Minho and sat down on the ground. "I was sitting behind a screen watching you guys struggle."

Minho sat on the ground next to him. "Shuck Thomas, you don't even remember that. Don't start with all that guilt klunk. You're as much WICKED's victim as I am."

Thomas let out a long breath and closed his eyes. "I know" he said.

"Good that" Minho said before he pecked Thomas on the cheek and lied his head down on Thomas's lap. He was on his back, but his head was turned towards the stream.

Thomas couldn't help but reach down and stroke Minho's hair. He tucked his hair behind Minho's ear and said "you could use a hair cut."

Minho snorted. "So could you" he said back. "Plus I look good with long hair."

Thomas smiled, "I don't know" he said. "No one can pull off the flowing locks like Newt did."

Minho laughed. "I always told him to cut his shucking hair" he said. "But he always said 'I'll cut my bloody hair the day you stop spending twenty minutes every morning working on yours.'" Minho said in an impression of Newt's accent.

Thomas laughed "that's a terrible impression."

"Well sorry I don't have his weird accent" Minho said.

"I think Brenda said it was British" Thomas said, as he kept stroking Minho's hair.

"Where's British?" Minho asked.

Thomas shrugged, "shuck if I know."

Minho laughed. "Guess it doesn't really matter anymore" he said "world's shucked anyways."

"Do you ever wonder, ya know what life was like before the sun flares?" he asked "for normal people."

"All the time" Minho said. "Probably like Denver, but minus everyone being scared all the shucking time."

"Probably" Thomas said.

They were quiet for a while before Minho spoke again. "I think this is the first time in my life I haven't been scared."

Thomas snorted. "I doubt that" he said "you've the bravest shank I've ever met. You never seemed scared."

Minho smiled, "just because I was brave doesn't mean I wasn't scared out of my mind."

"Well you never showed it" Thomas said.

"Neither did you" Minho said.

Thomas laughed. "Please" he said "I broke down crying like a little girl that first night we spent in the maze. It was obvious how terrified I was. And um- thanks by the way for never making fun of me for that."

"I'm not that much of a shuckface. Plus you held it together when it mattered," he said. "Also.. um.." Minho said in a quiet voice as he blushed slightly, "as soon as we got back that morning I cried like a baby while Newt held me. So I can't really make fun of you."

"Oh" was all Thomas could think of to say. He found it oddly comforting to know that Minho had been as scared as he was. He moved his hand from Minho's hair and started rubbing his thumb back and forth on Minho's cheek. This was a side of Minho he'd never seen before, but he kind of liked it. They stayed there for the rest of the evening until the sun went down.

Eventually they made it back to the ledge where they slept. They sat down next to each other and Thomas stared at Minho. "What are you staring at slinthead?" Minho asked.

Thomas smiled and leaned in and kissed Minho's neck. "Oh," Minho said with a smile "okay." He leaned in and started to roll onto Thomas, but Thomas stopped him.

"Nope" Thomas said as he put his hands on Minho's chest and rolled so he was straddling Minho.

Minho smiled and raised his eyebrows. "Alright" he said. Thomas smiled as he leaned in and kissed Minho roughly on the lips. He tangled his hands in Minho's hair and slipped his tongue into his mouth. Minho let out a soft moan and slid his hands down Thomas's back and stopped at his ass. He squeezed and Thomas felt himself get hard.

Thomas broke from the kiss and let out a soft moan. He ground his hips against Minho's and he could feel Minho was just as hard as he was. Thomas unbuttoned Minho's shirt and shoved it off of him. Minho pushed Thomas's shirt up, so he grabbed it and threw it aside.

He leaned down and kissed Minho once more, and enjoyed the feeling of Minho's chest against his. He ground his body against Minho's and Minho moaned against his mouth. In that moment Thomas decided to swallow his fear and go for it. He slid his hand down Minho's chest and worked on his belt buckle.

"T-thomas yo-you don't ha- mmm" he started but was cut off with a moan as Thomas slid his hand into Minho's pants and wrapped his hand around Minho. He cleared his throat "are you sure you're comfortable w-with this?"

"Oh slim it, Minho" Thomas breathed as he started to rub his hand back and forth.

Minho closed his eyes and let out a long breath. "Good that" he said in a shakey voice. Thomas started to rub harder and Minho groaned and his eyes shot open as the scanned over Thomas. Minho took his hands and undid Thomas's belt.

He unbuttoned Thomas's pants and shoved his hand inside of his pants. He gripped Thomas and rubbed, fast and hard. Thomas groaned, loudly. "Oohh Minhooo" he said. Thomas tried his hardest to focus on what he was doing to Minho, but every stroke became increasingly sloppier as he reached his own climax.

"Sh-shuck Thomas I'm guna- mmm" Minho moaned loudly as he came into Thomas's hand. This shoved Thomas over the edge and he lost control.

Afterwards, he collapsed onto Minho. They were both breathing hard and covered in sweat. "Shucking hell Thomas" Minho said between breaths. He wrapped his arms around Thomas and let out a laugh. "Never thought we'd um- do that."

Thomas laughed, "what?"

"Just saying," he said "I never thought we'd be together this way."

"You never thought?" Thomas laughed, "I never thought I'd be with a guy like this, let alone you." Minho chuckled and wrapped his arms tighter around Thomas. "But I'm glad I am."

Minho rubbed his hand in circles on Thomas's back. "Me too" he whispered.

This chapter got a little fluffy, but oh well. Lemme know what you think! :)