Breathing is necessary for every living being in this world but as of now the need for heat was all that matters. Hands touching every corner of his body, latching together around his neck. Thomas never knew this kind of pleasure existed. Newt's tongue and lips were like air and he needed every single bit of it. Newt was not selfish though and he gave what Thomas needed. The kiss was sloppy and messy and was just so fucking hot. Thomas' hands were on Newt's hips as the blonde was on top of him, straddling the brunette. Thomas was not even sure how they got to Newt's bed or where his shirt went and how it got discarded but here he was, lying on the bed with Newt kissing the air out of him.
The tent on Thomas' pants was slowly starting to take it's full growth (with the help of Newt's slow grinding). Thomas moaned into the hungry kiss when Newt felt the stiffness and practically hurried the pace of his grinding. Thomas held Newt's hips steadily to stop the movement because if it kept going he would have a very sticky pants to go home with. Newt smiled into the kiss and went down to Thomas' neck, sucking relentlessly.
"I've always wanted to do this." Newt said against the hot skin and made Thomas whimper. Newt's hand somehow found its way to Thomas' crotch and pressed firmly. Newt sucked his neck more and Thomas thought Newt would have to be a leech on his previous life. Newt kept going south, kissing Thomas' chest and rubbing the nipples with his free hand.
"Never thought you had chest hair. Fucking sexy." Newt breathed and smiled at the tortured brunette. There was too much stimulation, the hand rubbing his crotch, the other rubbing his nipple and the slow kisses going downwards was enough to actually cause him physical pain.
"Newt!" Thomas moaned as the blonde bit the other nipple and sucked ferociously. Thomas was writhing in pleasure and he knew he was on edge.
"Ready for more, Tommy?" Newt sat up and smirked at the brunette under him as he traced his fingers over Thomas' treasure trail and sneaked his hand inside Thomas' pants and curled his finger's around Thomas' bare length. "Ohhh. Someone's excited." Newt smugly said as he slowly started going up and down. Thomas writhed in pleasure, arching his back and moaning like hell. Newt laughed and leaned in to kiss him once again.
Thomas felt good. Too good and this was all he wanted. Newt and him together like this. Kissing each other and arousing each other, but somehow it felt wrong. Of course it was wrong but why the hell did it feel so right? Thomas whimpered through the kiss as Newt's pace fastened and Thomas felt himself getting close. Thomas wanted to release, more than anything else but the thought of releasing pleasure through Newt's hand knowing the blonde had a boyfriend was not enough. 'I can't believe I'm about to do this. Fuck.'
"Newt, s-stop." He whispered against Newt's lips but the blonde ignored him, it only made Newt work his hand faster. Thomas groaned as he felt his muscles tighten and he knew he needed to do something before he explodes. He threw Newt of him and struggled to get out of bed. He stood there completely messed up. Hair all messy, neck baring too much hickeys, chest heaving rather fast, and of course his twitching member.
"What's wrong?" Newt asked, confused.
"Th-This! THIS IS ALL WRONG!" Thomas yelled. Running his hands through his hair and started pacing. Newt fell quiet and sulked in the bed. Thomas' arousal was starting to subside and he got a much clearer head. Fuck! They screwed up!
"Tommy." Newt started and Thomas sat on the bed.
"We shouldn't have done this." Thomas said, fidgeting like crazy. My God, when did he became so desperate that he was suddenly left all his virtues.
"He's cheating on me." Newt whispered. Thomas turned to him in surprise.
"What?" He asked, he clearly heard what Newt just said but he needed the confirmation.
"He's cheating on me with some girl back at his school." Newt said, tears welling up and dropping on his cheek. Thomas did not say anything but wrapped his arms around Newt and hushed the blonde. He was still well aware that he was almost naked but he did not care the slightest. Newt buried his face on Thomas' neck and sobbed uncontrollably. Thomas caressed Newt's back slightly when a sudden realization hit him. He bit his lip and stiffened. God, no.
"I did not use you, Tommy. Don't worry." Newt sniffled and pulled from the hug.
"Wh-"
"I noticed that you were tense. And no I did not kiss you because I am wallowing in despair. I actually did not even think of that bloody bastard the moment we entered the kitchen." Newt smiled as he wiped the tears on his cheeks.
"No. I know you did not but I don't wanna talk about this. I want to talk about you." Thomas shook his head and held Newt's hand, "How are you feeling?"
"The truth?"
"Yes, please."
"Turned on." Newt said, bitting his lip.
"Newt." Thomas sighed.
"Relieved."
"Why?"
"I broke up with him and I am with you right now."
Thomas smiled at took Newt's hands on his own, caressing the long fingers as he did. They became silent for awhile. Nobody really wanted to talk but Thomas realized how he was half-naked again and this time it's starting to get to him.
"D-Do you have any idea where my shirt went?" The brunette asked, not turning to Newt because it was an indicator that Thomas was so lost in the make-out session that he did not even realize that he was losing clothes. Newt chuckled, got up and exited the door. He came back with a shirt in his hand.
"It's was on the stairs." Newt chuckled and sat in the bed again, staring at Thomas, "I-I never realized you had ch-chest hair." He whispered as he bit his lip.
"Yeah." Thomas chuckled and put in his shirt quickly before lying on the bed. Thomas stared at the ceiling and replayed the events that happened earlier. That kiss was something alright. It did not really feel like revenge kiss but how the hell would he know, really. He dated girls and broken up with them after 2 dates. He wanted Newt again, to feel his lips. "Newt?"
"Yes, Tommy?" Newt said as he slip into Thomas' side and stared at the ceiling too.
"C-Can you, uh, k-kiss me again?" Thomas said, turning to the blonde.
"I thought you'd never ask." Newt chuckled and went straight to Thomas' lips.
Newt's lips were soft and Thomas felt like he needed to be gentle. Thomas snaked his hands to Newt's face and held him close which the blonde reacted to by licking the brunette's lower lip, asking for entrance. Thomas allowed it and he remembered where it got blurry, Newt's tongue was a work of art. It explored his mouth and Thomas let it. It was a complete and utter bliss and he was so engrossed with it that he did not want it to end but minutes later, they both needed air.
"Thomas!" Thomas was suddenly jolted back to reality when a voice called his name. He was standing in front of his locker for too long, staring at nothing, replaying the events from last night over and over and over again.
Thomas turned and saw Gally giving him the stink eye. Thomas huffed and grabbed a book from his locker, though not sure if it was the right one.
"Hey." He lamely said and he approached his friend.
"What's wrong with you?" Gally asked, putting his hands on Thomas' shoulders as if trying to show support. How would Thomas even answer that? He's in a daze because Newt kissed him? That they almost did it? That he even had the strength to stop it? What?
"Nothing. I'm just tired." Thomas smiled and gave Gally a reassuring look. He wanted to tell him, really, but maybe it's not the best time. Thomas had to run for an errand for school while Newt and him were making out on the blonde's bed thus not giving them proper time to talk about what's going on. Thomas planned on fixing that but he did not see Newt anywhere.
"Okay. Now c'mon. Let's have lunch!" Gally draped his arms around Thomas and dragged him towards the halls, "I'm dead hungry." The boy added.
Lunch was not that great too. Thomas kept thinking about Newt and the blonde was nowhere to be seen. He sighed as he ate his pizza with a sad look on his face. He grabbed his phone and tapped on it.
To Newt: Hey, where are you?
Thomas pressed send and hoped that the blonde would have the heart to reply. He was still very confused even though that kiss was suppose to assure him that Newt was feeling the same. But what if it was because Newt wanted to get revenge? What if it was just a spur of the moment and Newt just wanted to release his anger? What if Newt just used him? What if...
"Hey." Thomas jumped from the voice that called to him, tearing him from his daydreaming. He looked up and his face lightened up when he realized it was the blonde boy he was fond of.
"Newt!" Thomas said as he stood up, Gally and Alby greeted Newt before going back into their heated discussion about something Thomas did not really care about.
"Can we talk?" The blonde said, plastering a worried look on his face. Thomas' smile suddenly vanished. Yep. The what if's were coming and he did not know how he will handle it.
"Y-Yeah." He weakly said. He grabbed his bag and turned to their friends saying they needed to be somewhere important. Gally gave him an unamused look before letting them go.
Thomas followed Newt outside and they stopped at one of the benches under the trees. Newt sat down on the other end and Thomas sat on the opposite end too. Newt chuckled and motioned for Thomas to get closer.
"Tommy... Look I.." Newt started, Thomas' heart was beating out of his chest. What was going to happen?
"Newt, I... I really like you and if this was suppose to be a talk where you tell me that what happened between us yesterday was... a m-mistake then please do it now, I-I don't need anymo-mmph" And just like that, Newt was kissing Thomas again.
Thomas was surprised at first but soon melted in the kiss. As Newt started to move his lips, Thomas did too. Thomas snaked his hands on the blonde's nape and deepened the kiss. Thomas wanted this to last forever but the supply of air was running out and he needed to back away. As he did, Newt's eyes fluttered open and smiled fondly at the brunette.
"Does that answer your bloody rambling?" Newt chuckled and inched closer to Thomas.
"I-I don't understand." Thomas stuttered. Newt just kissed him again but the message was still unclear for him.
"I like you, you bloody idiot. Been that way for quite some time now." Newt confessed, blushing lightly while turning to his front and looking at the opposite bench to them.
Thomas did not know what to say. He was pining for the blonde for months and here was Newt saying he liked him too yet Thomas still feel like he's not getting it. He does not have Newt. Thomas reached out to Newt's hand and intertwined their fingers together. There it was again, the bolt of shock. Thomas knew he was in deep with the blonde. "What's the problem?" He asked, waiting for the blonde to turn to him.
"It's Minho." Newt whispered, head dropping to the ground and Thomas felt a punch to his heart.
"Do you want to get back with him?"
"God, no."
"Then what is it?"
Newt turned to him and gave him a weak smile. Newt's thumbs caressed Thomas' hands. "I just," Newt started and Thomas waited patiently, "It still hurts and I don't want to talk about it. It hurts too much and it makes me realize how dumb I was to get back with him but I don't think jumping right in with you would be the right move for now." He confessed, afraid to look at the brunette.
"Hey," Thomas said, titling the blonde's face up to him, "I've pined over you for months. I can do it again. I can wait." He said and he meant it. He was willing to wait for Newt. No matter if it takes a very long time.
"I can't ask you that, Tommy." Newt turned away, "It's... It's like Minho's got a hold of me. I don't know. It's very difficult. I wanted to be with you ever since that party where I got drunk... But I didn't and just... went back to Minho instead like a loyal dog." He explained and Thomas can see how difficult it was for the blonde and he was not willing to push him. Newt was having a bad time and Thomas was not gonna be selfish.
"I can wait, Newt." He assured the blonde.
"What if I can't get over this?" Newt turned to Thomas again. Newt was tearing up and Thomas felt his chest tighten. He hugged the blonde tightly and hummed.
"I'm here, Newt." He whispered and he just let the blonde cry on him. Thomas can do this. He wanted Newt to be happy and in order for him to do that was to not think of himself.
"I'm a bad friend." Newt sniffled.
"No, you are not."
"Tommy," Newt pulled away from the hug and stared at Thomas with swollen eyes, "I flirted with you all the time and still had the guts to be touchy with Minho in front of you. I can't imagine how you feel and I feel like total shit for doing that to you!"
"Newt..."
"No. I bloody knew what I felt about you and I did not do anything about it. I was happier when I get to hang out with you than with Minho and I know I made you feel like shit and I'm so sorry." Newt sniffled again, trying to contain his tears.
"Newt..."
"Tommy, I am horrible." Newt sobbed and Thomas threw himself on the blonde and hugged him. Not saying anything. They were just there, hugging. Minutes later, Newt calmed down and sniffled loudly. "God, I'm such a bloody mess." He sighed and looked at Thomas. "Thank you." He whispered and leaned forward to kiss him. It was quick and light and Thomas never wanted anything more.
"I want to be with you so badly..." Newt tried to explain only to be shushed by Thomas.
"I know. You need time. I can give you that." He smiled and Newt rested his head on the brunette's shoulders and just stared into nothing, relishing this moment.
Thomas was one step closer. He now knows that Newt likes him too but the blonde needed time and he was willing to give him just that.
"He likes me." Thomas blurted out as he was sipping his cola. He was at Teresa's. After he drove Newt home (sharing a kiss before leaving of course), he did not know where to go and he did not want to run into Minho at the dorm so he decided to visit Teresa instead. His best friend would understand. Teresa was mid-biting a pizza when she froze and looked at him.
"WHAT?!" Apparently, she already knows that he was talking about Newt. Thomas smiled and gave he a napkin.
"Yeah. We um... kissed and he told be he liked me too." He smiled fondly at the memory of them kissing and possibly doing more.
"Tom." Teresa's surprised face turned into horror when she finally grasped the context. Thomas looked at her funny when she made the face but suddenly realized why.
"No! No! They broke up before it happened! I swear!" He yelled, throwing his hands up.
"But, Newt should have been devastated! Why was he kissing you?" Teresa urged.
"That's not my story to tell, T. You'll have to ask Newt." He said. He just can't tell Teresa everything even though she was his best friend. It was Newt's life and it was private.
"He won't tell me either way!" She whined.
"Sucks for you." He laughed and shoved a pizza to his face before chuckling when Teresa rolled he eyes.
"So, are you planning on asking him out?" She asked, grabbing the pizza she dropped.
"No. He still needs time." He said as a matter of factly. It was the truth so why hide it?
"Tom. You've got to stop thinking about what's best for him." Teresa said with a worried look on her face. Thomas really thanked God that he gave Teresa as a best friend to him but there are just times that Thomas thinks she just knows him too well.
"I want what's best for him, T."
"What about you?"
"Do you really think Newt will still want to be with me if I pushed him?"
"Wait, what?" Teresa said, perplexed by the statement. Thomas snorted and leaned on the table.
"Yeah. He said that he wants to be with me badly but he still needs time." Thomas explained.
Teresa just nodded and they stayed quiet for awhile before talking to him about the plans this Friday. And yes, he totally forgot about that. not really feeling like it now. They moved to the couch to watch some movie as they ate ice cream. Teresa seemed to like it because she was so into the movie and waved Thomas off when he asked a question. He smiled at the girl when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
From Newt: I miss you.
Thomas smiled fondly at the text as he felt millions and millions of butterflies in his stomach.
To Newt: I miss you too.
From Newt: Hey, I'll be skipping school for tomorrow but I'll be attending your birthday party this Friday.
To Newt: Can't wait. Be safe yeah? :)
From Newt: Of course, Tommy. Don't go pining over me while I'm gone.
To Newt: Should've told me that 3 months before.
From Newt: Ha ha ha.
Thomas dropped his phone with a stupid smile on his face. He turned to only see Teresa smiling fondly at him. Thomas gave her a shrug and asked her what was happening. She just pointed to Thomas' phone and told him he looked like a stupid teenager in love. Thomas threw her the closest cushion he could find and they laughed when it hits Teresa square on the face.