A/N: Smutty, smut smut smut

They cleaned up the homestead and made a few places to sleep. Newt and Thomas were stealing kisses whenever possible. They'd made their way to one of the rooms but walked in on something totally unexpected.

Teresa was there… She was straddling someone.

Newt cleared his throat, making Teresa jump off of the person she'd been kissing,

"Minho?" Thomas asked.

Minho blushed and sat up, he was shirtless. He ran his hands through his messy hair, "uhm hey, what's up guys?"

That sent Thomas and Newt into a laughing fit.

Minho and Teresa both blushed and Minho groaned, "shut up," he mumbled as Teresa hid her face in Minho's shoulder, he wrapped his arm around her.

"b-but… y-y-you hated her like t-two days ago!" Thomas said, catching his breath from laughing and holding onto Newt so he wouldn't fall over.

He cleared his throat. "Acted like I did," he corrected, blushing deeply.

"W-we'll leave you two to it then," Newt laughed, pulling Thomas along with him.

"Don't do anything we wouldn't do!" Thomas sing-songed.

"Apparently there isn't much you haven't done." Minho called after them.

They both laughed and headed to another room that was made up and Thomas fell on the bed. An actual bed! He patted the spot beside him, for Newt to come cuddle into him, which he did, gladly. Thomas' arms wrapped around him tightly, he placed a few gently kisses on Newts neck, "I love you," He whispered his tongue sliding along Newts neck.

Newt giggled and tilted his head to give Thomas better access, "I love you too," he whispered, his hands playing with Thomas' hair.

"I love you more," Thomas whispered, trailing kisses up to Newts cheek.

"No way," Newt laughed, turning his head to kiss Thomas' lips.

"Way," Thomas whispered on Newts mouth, hands sliding up Newts shirt, which caused him to shiver slightly. Thomas smirked and trailed his hands up and down Newts chest, before pulling his shirt off. He kissed up and down Newts bare chest, smiling as Newt let out soft, shaky breaths. Eventually Thomas stopped and just lay beside him, holding his boyfriend close to him. Newt cuddled close to Thomas, he was getting cold because he was shirtless. Thomas noticed and pulled him closer, letting his arms rub Newts back to warm him up, "Cold?" Thomas asked, to which Newt nodded his head quickly. Thomas grinned, "Let me warm you up," He whispered and kissed his lips with passion, moving to sit up on Newts hips.

Newt blushed and wrapped his arms around Thomas' torso, kissing him back and moving his hips in rhythm to Thomas'. Neither of them was planning on having sex; just being cuddly and flirty. But eventually Newt couldn't resist and unbuttoned Thomas' pants, sliding his hand inside of them and inside his boxers too and started stroking his length, to which Thomas responded by closing his eyes tightly and letting his head fall onto Newts shoulder, he gently nibbled at the skin as Newt started pumping him and moaned onto his chest, moving his hips with Newts hand, he whispered Newts name, moaning, "faster… please," Thomas begged, digging his nails into Newts chest slightly.

"I dunno, Tommy," Newt smirked, "I'm not sure if you want it badly enough," He smirked slightly, then gasped when Thomas scratched at his chest, whining; that made Newt go obey and go faster. Thomas tried to muffle his moans but it was nearly impossible. One thing for sure is that Newt had very talented hands.

Thomas finally came on Newts hand and slid back to his previous spot beside him, wrapping his arms around Newt again, "God, you're so freakin' good at that," he whispered, biting his lip.

Newt laughed at that, "just for you, Tommy," he grinned.

"Better be just for me," he looked at his boyfriend, "I don't want you to share your magical hands with other boys," he grabbed Newts hand, intertwining their fingers. Newt was giggling at him, "they're mine," he whispered.

"Magical hands?" Newt asked, laughing.

"Yes, magical," Thomas concluded, being totally serious.

Newt kept laughing though, as Thomas rubbed his thumb on the back of Newts hand. Eventually Newts head rested on Thomas' chest, "Whatd'ya find today? You said you found something out in the Maze. What was it?" He asked, letting his other hand trail up and down Thomas' abs.

It tickled slightly, but Thomas barely squirmed, "There's an opening at the end of the maze… But it's just a void… It's almost as if the Maze is floating and there is this hole; it's not visible, but it's there, I threw a rock and it disappeared, it didn't fall: it disappeared," He explained.

Newt was listening attentively, like he always does, one of the many things Thomas loves about him, and then spoke up, "I wanna see it," he said.

Thomas nodded, "a bunch of us are going tomorrow to look at it, but I think we should all go… I mean, what if it's a way out. What if we can finally get out of here?" Thomas said hopeful.

Newt sighed and looked up into Thomas' eyes; the gleam of hope almost crushed him, "Tommy… I'm sure if there was a way out we would have found it long before now," Newt said.

"But, it could be a way out, there is hope," Thomas said, his eyes still had that hopeful look.

"Tommy…" Newt said.

"There's hope," Thomas said, lying back down.

"Tommy… I love you, I love your determination, but you have to know that what you're hoping for is damn near impossible," Newt said,

"But it's still possible, Newt!" Thomas frowned, "Stop being negative about it!" Thomas snapped.

Newt sighed, "Sorry," He mumbled, turning so his back was to Thomas. Thomas spooned him, wrapping an arm around him from behind.

"No, I'm sorry I snapped," He whispered, kissing Newts shoulder, his hand making its way downwards.

"It's o-okay," Newts breath hitched as Thomas' hand grazed the tip of his boner. Thomas smirked at that slightly and grasped the length. Newt absentmindedly moved his hips into Thomas' hand. Newt moaned, his hands balling the bed fabric in his hands as he tried to hold back his moans. Thomas let himself move along too, so his hips were grinding against Newts bum, as his hips were grinding against Thomas' hand, "mmm… Tommy," He groaned in pleasure. Thomas slowly pressed soft kisses to Newts shoulder and neck, which always drove Newt crazy, and made him beg for more. Eventually Newt was just grinding against Thomas' hips from behind, "I need you now," Newt practically demanded.

"Yessir," Thomas obeyed, pulling his pants off, and Newts down and slowly entering him from behind. They've been doing this for a while, but still Newts reaction is always priceless, a small gasp and little whimper. It always makes Thomas lustful. But this time it was different. This time it wasn't lustful… it was loving. It was slow and careful and it felt so amazing to the both of them. When they'd both cum, they cuddled for a while until they heard the familiar sound of approaching Grievers.

Newt always got scared when the grievers approached, which was adorable to Thomas. They both lay there, naked, tangled in each other's arms, Newt trembling slightly and hiding his face in Thomas' neck, "Shh baby, I won't let anything hurt you," Thomas soothed, holding him close.

A small smile found its way onto Newts face at the sound of Thomas calling him baby. He pulled his arms away from Thomas' torso and took his hands instead, looking at the way their hands fit together perfectly, smiling.

Newt tilted his head upward and pressed little kisses up Thomas' neck.

Thomas smiled and turned his head, pressing their lips together, running one of his hands through Newts beautiful blonde hair.

A/N: I realize this chapter is crazy long and I barely put emphasis on Teresa and Minho, but I will. I promise.