Newt woke up from the clatter in the kitchen.
He groaned, slowly blinking away sleep and noticing two things : he was alone and cold.
He looked around to see that blanket had fallen off their bed and since Newt was still naked, there was nothing keeping him away from shivering.
Newt groaned again, slowly pushing himself up to go fetch boxers to wear.
On his way to the bathroom, Newt stopped in front of the mirror.
The bruise on his ribs was looking even more angry, last night's assault only helping it spread more and turn in even deeper shades.
The scattered love bites all around his neck and collarbones didn't help one bit too.
There was even one on the side of his jaw, pale red but still there.
A real pale bruise was on the side of his tight, where Thomas had held him up against the wall.
Newt just shook his head, turning away to piss.
After washing his hands he splashed some water over his face, looking even more shit.
The split on his brow swelling with forming bruises under the cut, dark circles under his eyes, skin greyish pale.
Newt just groaned, making his way to the kitchen where he could hear Thomas making breakfast.
He stopped short when he heard a girl laughing loudly.
Teresa.
Newt's scowl only deepened.
He rounded the corner and there they were. Thomas dressed in old joggers and a long sleeve shirt, his hair a complete mess while Teresa was sitting at the kitchen counter, make-up on and wearing a shirt and tight blue jeans, all eyes on Thomas.
When Thomas turned a bit more to the side, Newt noticed the matching love bites scattered around Thomas' neck.
- A bit more loudly and you will wake the dead. - Newt walked fully into the kitchen, his voice hoarse.
- Newt? - Teresa turned to look at him in real surprise. - I didn't know you are here... -
- Well, last time I checked, I lived here. - Newt slipped past Thomas, softly gripping Thomas' hip on his way, leaning in and placing a soft kiss against the nape of Thomas' neck, earning a shiver running down Thomas' spine. - Mornin' m'love. - Newt whispered against Thomas' ear before stepping back to the sink behind them, taking a glass of water and drinking it all.
- Morning? I'm making breakfast... - Thomas' mumbled, still too stunned.
Newt saw a blush coloring Thomas' cheeks while he concentrated fully on breakfast making.
He could feel Teresa staring at him but he simply ignored it.
He must make a hideous look, all bruised and only in dark green boxers that he was sure were originally Thomas.
In all honesty, his muscles were so sore that he already ached to lay back down, or at least sit down.
He leaned against the sink, peering down at what Thomas was cooking.
Thomas looked up at him, confusion mixing together with lust in his eyes.
- Got cold without you in bed. - Newt stepped closer to Thomas, pushing hair out of Thomas' eyes.
- Sorry. - Thomas mumbled, his eyes betraying him by flicking down to Newt's lips.
A half smirk spread over Newt's lips. Oh how easy Thomas was making Newt's acting on his jealousy.
Thomas pulled the pan off the stove, turning the stove of. Newt seized the moment to pull him in a not so chaste kiss, Thomas melting against him almost right away, one hand coming to rest on Newt's waist but brushing against his bruised ribs and making Newt hiss.
- Oh, shit. Sorry. I didn't mean to. - Thomas let go of Newt all at once.
- It's okay, lil sting hasn't killed anyone. - Newt groaned before sitting down facing Teresa. - Be dear and bring me a hoodie? - he asked Thomas, already pouring himself some tea.
Thomas nods before walking to the bedroom, Teresa's eyes following him.
- So, what brings you here? - Newt took a sip of his tea.
- What? I came to visit Tom. - Teresa shrugged, looking back at Newt.
- Mhm. Hoping that I won't be here? - Newt cocked one eyebrow up.
- What do you want, Newt? - Her tone has gone cold, she crossed arms over her chest, looking down at Newt.
- For you to leave my boyfriend alone. - Newt growled, only when the words had left his mouth, noticing that Teresa was looking over him.
Sure enough, Thomas stopped next to him, giving him a hoodie to wear before going to serve their breakfast.
If he had anything to add to what Newt said, he didn't show it. Teresa's whole face falling down at that.
- I think that I should go. - She pushed herself up.
- Already? - Thomas stopped and turned to look at her, a sad look on his own face.
- Yeah, it's too early to deal with Newt's shitty attitude. - Teresa smiled softly at Thomas, pulling him into a deep hug.
A flare of jealousy shot through Newt at the way how Thomas sinked into the hug.
- I'll call you later. - Thomas smiled at Teresa, leading her to the exit.
- Sure, let's grab dinner and head to the cinema, some good movies are out. - Teresa said in her sickening soft tone.
Newt grinded his teeth at it, pulling on the hoodie that Thomas brought.
After saying their goodbyes, Thomas walked back in the kitchen.
- Why do you need to be so rude? - Thomas huffed out, serving their breakfast.
- First of all, I wasn't even rude. - Newt got up and walked to Thomas, bracketing him against the country top. - Secondly, I can think of a hundred other ways how to spend my morning than being forced to be polite with your dear friend Teresa. -
Newt leaned in close to Thomas, his breath ghosting over Thomas' lips.
In an instant Thomas pulled him in, crashing their lips together into a fierce kiss, one hand pushing in Newt's hair while other rested on his hip, pulling him even closer.
- You are driving me mad. - Thomas murmured in between kisses.
Newt just kissed him even rougher, earning a moan from him.
In one swift motion, Newt turned Thomas around, slamming him against the counter top.
Thomas gasped at the sudden move but still chased after Newt's lips, gladly already spreading his legs.
Newt grinded his hard on against Thomas' ass, with one hand holding his hips in place.
Thomas moaned loudly in the kiss, pushing back eagerly.
- Someone's horny. - Newt chuckled against Thomas lips, grinding his hips down once again before stepping full back.
Thomas full on whined, his lips parted and his pupils dilated, watching Newt's every move.
Newt simply walked around the counter top, sitting down and digging in his breakfast as if nothing had happened.
Thomas stared at him in disbelief for a moment before finally straightening up, a scowl twisting up his face.
- Really, Newt? Really? - He clenched his jaw, stiffly sitting down next to Newt, a bulge visible in his joggers.
They fell into silence, eating their breakfast.
When Newt glanced at Thomas he could see that the other boy was texting with someone.
Pangs of sadness start to mix with jealousy somewhere deep in Newt's chest.
He pushed up and walked to the sink, starting to wash their dishes, sinking more and more into himself, letting that weird mix of sadness pull him over.
When he finished, Thomas was still texting with someone, a small smile playing over his lips.
Newt sighed and walked to the bedroom, making their bed before searching for some sweatpants to wear.
Newt walked back to the living room, getting into his hanging chair in the corner, pulling a laptop in his lap.
He looked up to look at Thomas still deep in his texting.
Newt watched him for a while before the ache in his chest got too much. Once again he started to feel like he was drowning, only this time he had no idea if he even wanted to find something to hang on.
He pulled on his headphones and turned on music to try to drown out the darkness that had started to gather in his mind, soon enough getting lost into work.
When he finally looked up to give his eyes a bit of a rest, he noticed Thomas walking into the kitchen being fully dressed as if ready to go somewhere.
For a short moment Newt couldn't help himself but check the boy out. Thomas was wearing these black jeans that hugged his bum in all the perfect ways to make it pop, on top having a forest green button up. His hair was styled in that unique way that it looked messy enough to be stylish and sexy at the same time.
Newt stopped the music, taking off his headphones.
- Are you going somewhere? - He couldn't help the confusion that rang through his tone, wondering if he had forgotten something they were supposed to do or go.
- Yeah, to the cinema with Teresa. - Thomas didn't even glance up, taking a sip of water.
- Dressing like that? - Newt sat up straighter, his brows furrowing.
- We're going to dinner afterwards. - Thomas shrugged, finally looking up at Newt, frowning at Newt's tone. - What now? -
- You don't even dress that nice while going out with me. - Newt blurted out, his tone somehow cold.
- What, now I can't dress nice? - Thomas crossed arms over his chest, frown deepening.
- I didn't say that! -
- It sure sounded like that. - Thomas groaned. - You know what? I'm not in the mood for silly arguments right now, I don't have time for it. -
Thomas walked to the corridor, pulling on his shoes.
- Yeah, you never seem to have any time for me anymore. - Newt snapped, hurt and anger mixing together.
There was a moments silence before Newt could hear Thomas simply walking out of the apartment.
The sound of that door closing was like a slap to Newt. He just sat frozen for a moment, his emotions overwhelming him before tears started to gather in his eyes.
Part of him didn't want to cry, why should he if the other simply didn't want him anymore, why should he feel so hurt, so lost and broken? Why couldn't he just pull the switch and turn all of it off, to be as emotionless and out of love as the other side.
But he couldn't, of course he couldn't. He knew, from the first moments of falling in love with Thomas, he knew that it will be it, that there won't be another second chance for him, that Thomas was it, his one and only, that without Tommy, he wouldn't even be.
And now it was all coming true, he was slowly sinking, slowly falling, nearing that pit bottom once again. Only this time he knew for sure, that there won't be anything to pull him back out, that this time it will really be the end.
Somehow, it didn't even scare him, not anymore. Some part of him was already ready for it years ago.
So Newt just leaned back in his chair and let the tears stream down his cheeks while suffocating silence tried to choke him.
Newt was still sitting in the same place when a video call bubble appeared on his laptop screen, he sighted but still wiped his cheeks and put on an easy smile before answering.
- Hiya Lizzy! - Newt tried to make his voice sound cheerful and lovely but judging from the appearing scowl on Sonya's face he knew that he failed miserably.
- What's wrong? - Sonya sat up straighter, leaning closer to the screen, her eyes roaming over Newt's face.
Only then he remembered that he probably looked like a total shit.
- Nothing of your importance. Why are you calling through pc? - Newt frowned, checking time, calculating that it was early morning for Sonya in London.
- Because you wouldn't pick up your phone. Why didn't you? -
- Oh, to be honest, I have no idea where my phone is. - Newt looked around but couldn't see his phone anywhere, also he hadn't heard it calling.
- Newt. What is going on. Tell me now. - Sonya made her tone strict enough for Newt to roll his eyes.
- Liz, why can't you just drop it and chat about how you are doing? - Newt sank deeper into his chair.
- Because I can clearly see that something is very wrong. The tone alone of your voice, not even mentioning the red rimmed eyes and that split eyebrow! So let's put that bullshit aside and talk the real talk here. What the bloody hell is going on, Newt! - Sonya sat back in her own chair, taking a sip of coffee.
- Lizzy, I really don't want to. - Newt ran a hand over his face, grimacing when his fingers brushed over the split in his eyebrow.
- Newtie. - Sonya's tone was so caring that tears started to gather in Newt's eyes and no matter how hard he tried to blink them away they just kept on coming. - Oh, Newt. -
- I am failing, Liz. - Newt choked out. - I have been feeling somehow off all week. I tried to just ignore it but I just couldn't and then on Friday morning something just snapped. I guess Tommy just got too fed up with me, we had a massive argument. And I mean, massive one, like never before. By the end I was drowning so I just said that maybe then he should just be done with me. We didn't talk all day, nor in the evening. He spent the whole bar night with Teresa, only speaking with me when I got into a bar fight by stepping up for Brenda. Then still just to hold me back. We didn't even sleep together that night. Next day was similar. Came home, we started arguing right away and then we fucked, made love, fucked. In the end he fell asleep like nothing had happened while I lay awake on the side of the bed, feeling just so... So... I don't even know how to explain. But I really felt alone while he was sleeping just one the other side of the bed. Woke up alone, he had Teresa over and guess the bloody best part! She was surprised to even see me here! As if expecting for me to already have been thrown out! Tommy didn't even say anything! After we didn't even speak, he spent the whole breakfast time just chatting with Teresa. Didn't even notice me sinking to my corner. I look up and he's all dressed up, like really dressed up. I ask for what and he gets all defensive about it, saying that he's going to the cinema and dinner with Teresa. I said that he doesn't even dress up like that when we are going out and he just snapped that he doesn't have time for this right now. I snapped back that he never seemed to have any time for me at all anymore. He just left. - Newt rambled on, somewhere in the middle tears starting to stream down his cheeks.
Sonya listened to him patiently, worried expression clouding her beautiful face.
- Liz, I feel that I am losing him. I am drowning, slipping back into that damn rock bottom only that this time I know that there won't be a way out. I can barely breathe, Liz, I just can't. - Newt was full on sobbing now.
- Oh, Newt. Listen to me, please listen. Whatever this is, it will pass. I know that you hate this talk but please, just please, try not to sink back into this. We can work it out. Even if Thomas really wants to leave, we can still work it out. Newt, please. - There was rising panic in Sonya's tone, it only made Newt feel worse.
- I never meant to pull you through all this. Not the first time, not now. I am so sorry, Lizzy, I am so bloody sorry. - Newt curled on himself a bit more, his eyes aching but with no more tears coming.
- Newtie. I am your sister, it's my job to be involved in your messes. I know that you would do the same for me no matter what. Do you want me to come over? - Sonya leaned closer to the screen again.
- No, please, you have your studies. I don't want you to miss some important exam for me. - Newt was exhausted, his eyes barely staying open.
He always was so damn exhausted after breakdowns.
- You are more important than any exam can ever be. - Sonya said stubbornly.
- Naa. - Newt yawned. - Liz, I am not that far yet, you can calm down. -
- I didn't... - Sonya mumbled ashamed, her eyes wide.
- But you were thinking about it. Calm down. I'm not about to try kill myself again. Too tired even for that. Also, just imagine how ecstatic Teresa would be, Tommy all for herself with nothing holding him back, she would dance on my grave while trying to fuck Tommy right there! No, no, I am not going to give her such pleasure! No way. - Newt threw his arm up in the air for dramatics.
- Stop joking about such things! - Sonya tried to scold him but a soft laughter escaped her lips anyway.
- But it's true! I can see it so clearly! I know that you can too! - Newt pointed a finger at Sonya, his own lips stretching in a smile.
- She so would! - Sonya broke out laughing and Newt gladly joined in, letting his sister's soft laugh wash away his worries, even if just for a moment.
After they calmed down, Newt felt a lot lighter than in the past week, it just felt good to laugh with his baby sister that he loved so much.
Afterwards they end up chatting for almost two more hours, ending with Newt yawning more and more, his eyes barely holding open.
- Sing for me, please? Just a bit? - Newt breath out, already on the edge of sleep.
- Of course, love. - Sonya smiled softly at Newt before starting to sing one of Newt's favorite songs in voice soft as honey.
Newt let it calm him fully and lull him to sleep, dreaming of a long gone summer spent together with his baby sister, of joy with no dark or sadness, of love and calm before everything was twisted up.
Newt woke up from his bruised side aching. He got up and stretched before going to the bathroom.
It was already dark, Newt picked up his laptop and set it on the table before glancing at the clock.
It was already past one am but there was nothing from Thomas.
He searched for his phone, finally finding it under a table in the corridor.
He went to the kitchen, putting the kettle for tea on before texting Thomas.
- Where are you? -
There was no answer, not even half an hour later when Newt was sitting down and sipping his tea.
He texted Minho, feeling uneasy.
- Is Tommy with you? -
- No, why? - Minho replied almost instantly.
Newt frowned down at his phone, starting to feel sick.
Minho called him a moment later.
- He's not home? Is something wrong? - Minho sounded alerted.
- Yeah. I mean, no, it's all okay. He went out with Teresa and it's just that he's still not back... I just thought that maybe he was crashing with you or something. - Newt huffed out a breath, feeling exhausted once again.
- Sorry, man. I'm sure that he's okay... - Minho sounded uncertain, as if holding something back from Newt.
- What is it, Minho? What do you know? - Newt pushed himself up.
- Nothing, nothing. It's just. I am sure that it's nothing. Just Teresa posted some photos on Instagram and yeah... - Minho sounded uncomfortable.
- Oh... Thank you. Sorry for disturbing you so late. - Newt hung up before Minho could say anything more.
He opened Instagram and went to Teresa's profile, his heart almost stopping at the last photo.
It was Teresa and Thomas hanging out, sitting all cozy in between pillows and blankets, half eaten pizza next to them while Teresa was hugging Thomas close, her lips against Thomas jaw while Thomas had his head thrown back, his eyes closed but lips parted in laughter, his own hand tightly around Teresa.
Newt couldn't move for a moment, his head was spinning and it felt like his legs would give out, he sat down heavily, not caring about the cold floor.
He scrolled through the comment section, reading all the comments about people saying a mix of "finally" and "Congratulations" and "what a cute couple", it seemed that Teresa's followers were ecstatic about that photo. Newt noticed even a couple of their shared friends commenting on nice stuff.
It was like punch after punch for Newt, but yet he still read on and on till he couldn't breathe anymore.
He struggled with an incoming breakdown, trying to push it down but his lungs were crashing with his heart, refusing to work properly, his head spinning and his stomach twisting.
It took a while for him to finally calm down enough to breathe properly. He was still sitting on the ground, phone laying down by his legs, he picked it back up, sending the post to Sonya.
His sister responded instantly, always on alert to answer Newt.
- You can always come home. -
Newt stared at the words, sinking deep into his own thoughts about where that home actually were and if he even had one.
He knew that he should sleep but somehow even while feeling exhausted, he knew that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep. And even if by some miracle he did, he knew that only nightmares would come. Lately all he had was nightmares.
So he pushed himself back up, made another cup of tea and sat down to work a bit more.
Newt ended up napping only for half an hour right after dawn set over the world, he was exhausted and his bad leg ached, dampening his mood even more.
He ought to go to work, open his bookstore and bury himself in all the steady work, but he stayed, waiting for Thomas to finally come home, sure that Thomas would want to change before going to work in a cafe.
Sure enough, shortly before nine Thomas thumbled inside, cursing on his way, going straight for their bedroom.
Newt followed him there, leaning against the door frame, crossing arms over his chest.
- Where were you? - His tone came out flat but still somehow sharp.
That's the thing with Newt, whenever he was hurt, everyone mistaken him for being angry.
- Stayed at Teresa's. - Thomas mumbled back, annoyed, stripping off his clothes.
- You could have at least answered my text to say so. - Newt stepped closer to Thomas, starting to feel annoyed simply because Thomas was annoyed.
- We fell asleep. - Thomas shrugged, pulling on his work jeans.
- Yeah, after she posted some "cute" photos. - Newt snapped, catching Thomas' wrist right when Thomas raised his arms to pull a shirt on.
Thomas shot him an annoying look but Newt ignored it, with other hand's fingers gripping his chin and turning his head to the side.
There it was, a small light pink bruise, right where in the photo Teresa's lips have been.
Anger and pain and jealousy reared inside Newt, mixing together and pulling him down.
- Is that a bloody love bite? - He spat out, his voice terrifyingly calm, he raised his eyes to look Thomas in the eyes but Thomas looked away, just for a second, but it was enough.
Newt let go of Thomas as if burned, stepping back, clenching his teeth so hard that he was sure that his jaw would pop.
Thomas sighted and pulled on his shirt.
- I'm late for work. - He sounded tired, as if he too hadn't slept that night. It only sent a pang of hurt wash over Newt.
- Yeah, well, I am too, I should have been at work two hours ago but I stayed here to wait for you! Because I was worried about you! But you don't even care enough to at least send a quick text. - Newt was grinding his teeth, emotion turmoil going on inside him, throwing him through them all at once.
- I told you that we fell asleep! - Thomas threw his arms up, frustrated.
- Just as you told that you are only going to cinema and dinner with her but instead you get a fucking love bites over your jaw and photos all over the damn internet, feeding everyone that now you are the picture perfect couple! - Newt was losing his temper, another coping mechanic of his, mask being deeply hurt by striking out.
- I have no fucking idea what you are talking about. - Thomas was barely holding it together himself, Newt could see how his jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists.
- Then look into a bloody mirror! - Newt gripped Thomas by the jaw again, forcing him to look in the mirror, to look at the damn mark standing out.
Thomas pushed his hand away, a flash of anger flaring in his eyes.
- I didn't sleep with her. - He shot back, letting his own temper lose.
- It sure doesn't seem like that. - Newt gritted out.
- Oh, fuck you, Newt! - Thomas spat.
- Sure, go on so you can go and fuck her all free and proud! - Newt didn't even filter his words, he just spat out whatever came to his mind, jealousy flaring in that moment.
In a split second he was slammed back against the wall, Thomas gripping the front of Newt's hoodie, his eyes flaring and just like that they smashed their lips together in a bruising kiss, their teeth clashing together.
Newt bit down on Thomas' bottom lip, hard enough to split the skin there, pushing him back with such force that Thomas landed on his ass on the foot of bed.
- You bit me. - He sounded disbelieving, rising his fingers to the small bead of blood already blooming on his lip.
- You still stink of her. I'm not a fucking whore who will let you fuck them while still stinking of someone else. - Newt spat out, his blood boiling, his whole body shaking, in anger or pain, he could not tell, he just knew that he needed to get away before he did something that he will regret afterwards.
He pushed out of the room, his whole body shaking so hard that he almost tripped over his bad leg. He snatched up his phone and laptop without really seeing anything before walking out, letting the door shut in between him and Thomas.
He just needed to get away, somewhere, to calm down.
He moved without seeing or feeling anything, just moving and moving, ending up in the loft above his bookstore, finally breaking down.
He lay in bed there, hugging a pillow to his side, staring out the window.
It was snowing slowly and with every passing minute Newt felt more and more lost.
He let his mind wonder, to run wild.
He thought about taking Sonya up on her offer and going to London, it would feel good to be there again. But then he thought about all the buried past there, about the reasons why he left, feeling more and more uncertain.
That led to thinking back about how he was before coming to live here, how he was that eventful morning when he tried to kill himself, how he was afterwards and how he was after a bit of therapy. How that made his sister feel and how seeing it all made him feel.
It all led to thinking of Thomas, how they met only a bit more than half a year after he had tried to end himself. How Thomas has won him over, helping him back to his feet.
He let his mind wander over all the good days with Thomas, his chest aching with longing for such love.
He didn't know when exactly things went down, when loving kisses turned into snappy arguments.
He thought of Teresa, of how much he disliked the girl even from the early start but still respecting her and Thomas' friendship, never interfering.
He thought about how he was slipping, how close to darkness he was already, how tempting ending everything sounded, how his bones seemed to ache for him to take that jump again.
He thought of how exhausted he was.
He must have fallen asleep some time because when he blinked his eyes open at someone climbing the stairs, it was already dark inside and he could see the faint glow of street lamps shining outside the window where it was still snowing.
He lay unmoving, somehow feeling too disconnected from his exhausted body.
He looked over at where the sound was coming, Thomas was shrugging out of his winter jacket, having put a bag on the table.
He kicked off his shoes too, putting them near the stairs together with his jacket before coming closer, stopping near the bed for a moment, his eyes searching Newt's.
Newt just stared back, too tired to even blink.
Thomas sighed before getting in the bed next to Newt, laying down on his side, tucking his hands under his cheek, his eyes still searching Newt's.
He didn't speak, he just lay there, looking at Newt.
With every passing minute, Newt could feel his whole body relaxing, Thomas watching over him and simply laying there, so close, calmed him down.
Tommy knew that in moments like these, Newt didn't need some deep talks, that simply being next to him would help a lot better. So here he was, just laying next to Newt, watching in his eyes while Newt felt that Thomas was seeing deep into his soul.
After what felt like hours, Newt finally shifted, turning to lay more on his side than stomach.
- I brought food. We can heat it up. - Thomas broke the silence, keeping his voice gentle.
Newt didn't answer, just pushed himself up and went to the bathroom.
When he walked back out, Thomas had switched on the lights and was standing in the kitchen area, heating up food.
Newt just crawled back into bed, propping himself up against the headboard with a pillow by his back, watching Thomas prepare everything.
Thomas got into bed next to Newt, giving him a plate with food, digging into his own.
Newt started to eat, slowly, his mind still clouded mostly with sadness, prompting all the worst possible ideas of what could happen now.
After they have eaten, Thomas puts the dishes away, getting back into bed, only this time sitting in front of Newt.
- Why didn't you tell me that it was getting bad again? - He asked still in this sad puppy tone, searching Newt's face.
Newt just shrugged, he has never been too good with words and explanations of what was going on inside him.
Thomas shuffled closer, their knees bumping together.
- I'm sorry for being such an ass. I guess that I was too deep in my own world to realize that you were hurting so much. - Thomas ran a hand through his hair. - Exams are coming up and it just got to me. I am stressing out and I think that I will fail. That's why I was spending so much time with Teresa lately, she helped me with studies. I never meant to push you away. -
- My own fault. - Newt pulled his knees, hugging them close to his chest, ignoring his bruise aching.
- No it's not. I should have been a better boyfriend. - Thomas sighed annoyed.
- Don't blame yourself for things you can't change. - Newt sighed.
- Newt... - Thomas shuffled even closer, pausing before softly kissing Newt.
It was so soft but it felt like coming home.
Newt sighed before relaxing, lowering his legs.
Thomas pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss.
Newt wrapped his arms around him, simply holding on.
Thomas pecked his lips a couple more times before fully relaxing half on top and half next to Newt, pushing his face against Newt's neck, placing a small kiss there.
Newt hugged him even tighter, deeply breathing in Thomas' scent, letting sleep pull him back over.
They woke up all tangled together with the sun shining brightly right over them from the ceiling window over the kitchen area.
Thomas nuzzled closer to Newt, his face pressed tightly against Newt's neck while his arms were pushed under Newt's hoodie, still laying half on top of Newt.
Newt slowly untangled from him, slipping out of the bed for the bathroom. When he came back, Thomas was already putting a kettle on for tea.
- Mornin'? - Newt grumbled, falling back into bed.
- Good Morning. - Thomas came over, placed a small kiss against Newt's temple before going to the bathroom himself.
They ended up sitting on the window seat, sipping tea and just looking at all the people hurrying to their businesses.
Newt was still deep in thoughts, fully getting lost.
Thomas was on his phone once again, doing who knows what. Newt didn't even want to know.
But then Thomas put his phone and their cups down on the small table near them before basically crawling over Newt, nudging his cheek with his nose.
- M? - Newt looked up at Thomas and was rewarded with a deep kiss on the lips.
Newt was surprised by the sudden move but still leaned in the familiar touch.
Thomas deepened the kiss, straddling Newt and wrapping his arms around him.
Newt couldn't help the gasp escaping his lips, giving Thomas even more access before he wrapped his arms around Thomas, one hand resting over Thomas' shoulder blades and the other on the small of his back.
It was like a match light on fire, their kiss gaining heat just as fast and sure, them pulling the other closer, deeper, hungry, emotions over pouring them.
Thomas grinded down, softly at first, drawing a soft moan from Newt, then grinding down harder and harder, his own moans matching Newt's.
Newt moved his hands to cup Thomas' ass, helping or urging him on more, his head thrown back in pleasure.
His orgasm was approaching quickly, his grip growing stronger and moans more breathless.
- Fuck. - Thomas cursed, judging from his voice, being just as close as Newt.
But all of a sudden all friction was gone, Thomas climbing out of his lap and letting go off of him.
Newt's eyes shot open, frown already in place.
Thomas just smiled shyly, extending his hand for Newt while slowly backing away towards bed.
- Come, I want to make love with you. - His voice was husky, his cheeks already flushed and his eyes shining brighter than any star in the night's sky.
Newt watched him for a moment, trying to memorize every smallest detail of that moment before pushing himself back up, almost tripping over his bad leg, huff like laugh escaping his lips.
Thomas just shook his head, still holding his hand out for Newt, that soft smile still in place.
It somehow reminded Newt of their first time, how shy and eager they both were, mixing need and awkwardness together, slowly learning how to do it all, how to make love so deep that they lost their minds for that moment.
Newt clasped Thomas' hand and let himself be pulled flush against Thomas.
Their eyes searched each other's before leaning down to kiss once more, their hands starting to roam over each other bodies, mapping them out.
Slowly, sharing lovely kisses, they undressed each other before finally breaking apart to get in the bed, kicking the blanket aside.
Newt sank into pillows, loving the feel of Thomas hovering over him, leaning down to softly kiss him, letting their dicks brush together.
- Do you have lube? - Thomas pushed himself up on his elbows, looking down at Newt all shyly. - I think that I still have a condom in my wallet but it would be in no use without lube. But it's okay even without, we can just, you know. -
It was so utterly adorable how shy Thomas could get sometime.
- You're rambling. - Newt couldn't help his laugh, laughing even more when Thomas blushed, hiding his face against Newt's neck.
Newt pushed one hand's fingers into Thomas' hair while with the other opening the bedside drawer, pushing around things there till he found a half used bottle of lube.
Thomas has already started to kiss and nibble at Newt's neck, his hips brushing downwards in slow strokes.
Newt closed his eyes, simply enjoying the moment, holding Thomas close.
He felt the heat start to pool in his stomach so he gently pushed Thomas' away.
Confusion crossed Thomas' face before he noticed the bottle of lube.
- Oh, right. - A big smile spread over his lips earning another laugh from Newt.
Thomas jumped up, going to get his jacket, searching his wallet for the mentioned condom and thrusting it up in the air in victory when he finally found it.
Newt just laughed, extending his hands for Thomas.
- Come here, ya fool. - Newt couldn't help but laugh and when Thomas joined in, it was like a beam of happiness spreading over them.
Thomas got back in the bed, leaning down to kiss Newt softly before settling in between Newt's leg, resting the condom next to them.
Newt gladly spread his legs, resting them over Thomas' knees.
Thomas was looking down at him with list filled eyes, rubbing soft circles on Newt's tights.
Newt rolled his eyes, feeling his own flush creeping in his cheeks. He snatched up the lube and pushed it against Thomas' chest.
- You are so beautiful. - Thomas murmured, leaning down to peck Newt on the lips once more before sitting back and finally squirming a generous amount of lube over his fingers.
- It's just your dick talkin' . - Newt teased back, his voice already husky and way deeper than on a daily basis.
- Well, then he's right because you are stunning. - Thomas said in all honesty, looking Newt deep in the eyes.
Right when Newt opened his mouth to replay, Thomas slipped the tip of his finger inside Newt, smirking at the gasp it drew out of Newt.
Newt smacked him on the arm, trying to steady his breath, his hole clenching around Thomas' fingertip.
Thomas just laughed, once again leaning down on his elbow and capturing Newt's lips into a deep kiss, pushing his finger all the way in, slowly and so gently that Newt couldn't help but grip Thomas shoulders and moan loudly.
Newt could feel Thomas smirk against his lips before he kissed it away, softly pulling at Thomas' hair.
Thomas starts to move his finger, kissing across Newt's jaw and then moving down his neck, biting softly down at Newt's collarbone.
- Never passing a chance to leave a mark. - Newt moaned, thrusting his hips up, trying to get some more friction against his dick, moaning when it brushed against Thomas' stomach.
- Can't help it, you're too tasty. - Thomas leaned back up to capture Newt's lips in another kiss, getting them both lost in it.
Soon enough Newt was fully stretched and a moaning mess.
Thomas sat back up, slowly pulling his fingers out, Newt's eyes never leaving him while his own was drawn to Newt's clenching hole.
Thomas glanced up at Newt, smiling shyly. Then in one swift motion Thomas was shifting down, sucking Newt into his mouth, sucking off precume.
Newt grabbed Thomas' hair tightly in his fists, deep moan breaking free, Thomas' eyes never leaving him.
- Bloody tease. - Newt cursed with no heat behind it, sliding one hand to cup Thomas' cheek.
Thomas bobbed his head up and down a couple of times before breaking off with a soft pop, leaning in Newt's touch.
Newt traced a finger over Thomas' bottom lip, bringing it up to his own mouth and sucking at it softly.
Thomas cursed breathlessly, diving right in to kiss Newt with such hunger that it left then both gasping for breath.
Newt picked up the condom, opening it before sitting up and slowly rolling it on Thomas dick, afterwards smiling up at Thomas and pecking him on the lips.
- Who's a tease now? - Thomas chased Newt's lips, lowering Newt back on the bed, only then finally kissing him.
All teasing was gone when Thomas pushed inside Newt, stilling right away for Newt to catch his breath.
Newt tightened his hold around Thomas' shoulders, pulling him into another row of kisses.
Thomas slid in all the way, slowly and gently, staying still then and kissing Newt.
- You're so tight... - Thomas moaned, pushing hair out of Newt's eyes.
- Been a while since I last bottomed, bloody hell, Tommy. - Newt gasped out a moan, letting Thomas kiss down his neck.
After a while Newt tugged on Thomas, urging him on to move. Thomas starts to move, slowly, almost in torturous speed, earning yet another half cursive half whine from Newt.
Thomas pushed his hands against the sides of Newt's head, pushing hair out of Newt's eyes, pressing their foreheads together, slowly building up their rhythm.
Every move stayed gentle and filled with love, emotions building up and up and then over pouring them both.
They were making love so sweet that Newt felt like he was swept away from this world, disconnected from all the worries and pains, his every fiber filled with love from Tommy.
He could see it affecting Thomas too, how his eyes were filled with lust and love, how soft and deep his kisses got.
Newt could feel his orgasm approaching, slowly and then all at once, Thomas hitting his sweet spot with every push, his fingers trailing over Newt's skin and leaving it aflame.
They met into another breathless kiss, both being thrown over the edge almost at the same time, their bodies shuddering and moving through the afterwaves.
The pure force of it all gathered tears in Newt's eyes, he just couldn't help it, clawing at Thomas while tears spilled out of his eyes.
In an instant, Thomas was kissing them up, littering Newt with feather soft kisses.
He tried to push back up on his elbows, to slip out and get up but Newt held on tightly, just wanting to feel Thomas' weight on top of himself.
Thomas kissed him softly, pulling apart only enough to pull the condom off and tie it up, leaving it by the side of the bed. He then let Newt pull him back down, hugging each other, Thomas snuggling against Newt's neck, placing a soft kiss there.
It took a while for their emotions to calm down, by the time both were already sleepy.
Thomas was the first to move, shifting his weight so he wouldn't be crushing Newt underneath himself, placing another soft kiss against Newt's pulse point and then up his jaw and finally on the lips, moving one hand up to brush Newt's hair back.
- We should shower before all this mess has fully dried. - Thomas whispered against Newt's lips, still petting his hair, Thomas voice still rought from sex.
- What don't you say. - Newt huffed out, not at all wanting to open his eyes or move at all.
He could feel Thomas silent laugh vibrating through their chests pressed together.
- Come, grumpy pie. - Thomas pushed himself up.
Newt let his arms fall down on the bed but he still didn't open his eyes.
- Already did, all over your chest. - Newt grumbled back, earning a soft shove against one shoulder and a deep laugh from Thomas.
He could hear Thomas padding around the loft, probably discarding the used condom. But then Thomas crashed all over him, earning a loud groan from Newt.
- Ah, bloody shank. - Newt cough, pressing a hand over his bruised side.
- Oh, shit, I forgot about that. - Thomas sounded genuinely sorry but there was still a tone of teasing in his voice, second later he felt Thomas brushing Newt's hand aside and placed feather soft kisses all over Newt's bruised side.
Newt let himself sink deeper into bed, simply enjoying the feel of Thomas' lips ghosting over his skin while his fingers ran all wild around Newt.
Thomas' mouth ghosted down, biting softly at Newt's hip bone.
Newt arched his hips a bit, to get closer or away, he could not tell. He could feel Thomas smirk against his skin.
Newt's stomach muscles tightened in what would come, feeling Thomas moving closer and closer, almost there, his breath already hitting Newt's dick but then nothing. Newt groaned again, finally forcing his eyes open.
- Bloody tease. - Newt grumbled, slowly pushing himself up.
- But it worked. - Thomas grinned, earning an eye roll from Newt.
Thomas pulled Newt up, kissing him deeply, grin still in place. Newt jokingly pushed Thomas away with a hand over his face, his own lips lifting up at the deep laugh it earned.
They finally made their way into a small bathroom, getting into shower.
They tried to wash each other but it seemed that they couldn't stop kissing, just melting against each other, laughing and moaning.
After finally getting out, they dried in a fluffy towel before walking back out, Newt limping a bit more than usual.
- Did I hurt you? - Thomas asked suddenly, sounding so unsure.
- What? - Newt looked up from the closet to look at Thomas.
- You are limping pretty badly. Did I hurt you? Are you sore? - Thomas moved to get the sheet of the bed.
- Oh. My leg is acting up. So no, I am a bit sore but like, not in aching way, just the way that you are reminded that you just had a mind blowing sex. - Newt pulled out fresh sheets, throwing them to Thomas before returning to search for some clothes to wear for them both.
Thomas silently made the bed, picking back up the blanket and then all their scattered clothes.
Newt pulled on boxers and then some old sweatpants with matching old T-shirts.
Thomas already walked to the kitchen, searching through cabinets for something to eat.
- Don't you want to dress? I don't mind the sight, just thought that maybe you will want something to wear. It may be a bit tight on you since all these are quite old. - Newt shrugged, running a hand through his hair.
- I like wearing your clothes. - Thomas smiled softly, coming back to Newt, pecking him on the cheek before starting to dress.
Sweatpants are a bit too long and a shirt that hug his form.
- You have nothing to eat here. Wanna order something? - Thomas lay back down in the bed, watching Newt.
- Yeah, okay. - Newt shrugged, walking to the window and opening it, staying there for a moment, just enjoying the cold air coming in.
Thomas ordered some pizza, already knowing Newt's favorite.
He walked to Newt, sneaking his arms around Newt's waist, resting his chin on top of Newt's shoulder.
Newt leaned in the touch, closing his eyes, finally feeling somehow calm.
It was a wonderful feel, heat radiating from Thomas behind him and arms around him while from the front there was a gentle bite of coldness. He let himself sink into that moment.
They stayed like that till Thomas shivered, trying to nuzzle closer to Newt but only ended up shivering again.
Newt couldn't help but laugh, finally opening his eyes and closing the window.
- You know that you don't need to stay with me by the window, right? I know that you like warmth a lot better than cold. - Newt turned around in Thomas' arms.
- But I like staying with you. You fully relax and are just overall so calm. - Thomas pecked him on the tip of his nose, smiling softly.
Newt just laughed, hugging Thomas closer, trying to warm him up.
The doorbell rang from downstairs, making Thomas jump and Newt to laugh even more.
Thomas got his wallet and ran downstairs to get their delivery while Newt put away the dirty laundry, starting up the washing machine.
They sat down on the bed, laying pizza boxes in between them and cups with coke on the ground by hand reach.
They were finished eating when Thomas' phone started buzzing.
Getting up Newt catched a glance of a photo of Teresa flashing up from incoming messages. Surge of jealousy roared to life inside him, fully wiping his good mood away.
He walked to the kitchen, getting rid of their trash, afterwards just leaning against the kitchen counter and watching Thomas text.
As if feeling his touch, Thomas looked up, his brows furrowing after noticing the look on Newt's face.
- You're jealous. - Thomas more like stated than asked.
In answer Newt simply cross arms over his chest.
- She's just a friend. A good childhood friend, that's all. I have told that to you a million times. - Thomas sighed.
- A just friend who wants to fuck you and would be ecstatic to get rid of me. - Newt tried to hold his voice flat but jealousy made its own tones.
- Newt. - Thomas groaned.
- Have you ever thought about it? About being with her? - Newt had no idea from where that question came from but it just tumbled out of his mouth without any notice.
- What? Why would you ask such a thing? - Thomas answered way too fast, his voice pitching a bit.
- Don't like me. - Newt snapped, his anger flaring, he dropped his arms by his sides, gripping the counter behind him.
- Newt... I... - Thomas opened his mouth and Newt could see the wheels spinning inside his head, grouping for something to answer.
- Don't. Lie. To. Me. - Newt growled, his fists clenching.
- It doesn't matter okay? It doesn't! - Thomas threw his phone done on the bed, throwing his hands up.
- Doesn't matter, huh? Really, Thomas, really? - Newt deadpanned, his voice going down to flat.
Thomas just groaned, running hands through his hair.
- You know what, fine. It doesn't matter. - Newt threw his hands up. - Fine by me. But now get the bloody fuck out of my house. -
The coldness in Newt's tone made Thomas flinch, his hands dropping down to his lap, his eyes wide with disbelief. His mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out.
- Newt. - He finally crooked out, standing up.
- You heard me. Get the fuck out! Now! - Newt tried to hold himself together but he could help the snapping, his hands clenching back into fists so tight that he could feel nails digging into his flesh.
- No, Newt. Listen. I, I don't want her. I want you. - Thomas was scrambling for words, his eyes still wide.
- Yeah, we have seen that. Especially lately. - Sarcasm was heavily dripping from his words.
- I told you that she helped me study. - A tone of annoyance rang through Thomas tone.
- By sucking hickeys on your jaw? By trying to get you in the bed and posting photos all over internet for every to see what a fucking cute couple you two are? - Newt snapped, his blood boiling.
Thomas' phone buzzed again and again, only fueling Newt's jealousy ridden anger and at the same time tearing him apart.
- For fucks sake! I didn't know that she would post a photo on Instagram! It's nothing special! And you leave hickeys all over me all the time. - Right after the words left Thomas' mouth, he shut up, realizing that he said the wrong thing.
- Right. Because I am nothing more than just a boy thing to fuck. - Newt tone was emotionless, all anger and jealousy gone.
He could feel the deep ache inside him tearing him apart, it was hard to breathe once again. He was back at drowning, only this time he didn't fight it, letting it consume him.
- No, Newt, no! You have never been just a thing to fuck. No! - Thomas rushed forward but Newt flinched back.
- Don't touch me. - His voice comes out as a whisper but still cut deeper than steel. It was Thomas' turn to flinch.
- Newt, please. - Tears started to gather in Thomas eyes but Newt stayed unmoving, looking straight ahead.
- Go. Be with Teresa. Be happy with no more burdens to take care of. -
- Please don't, Newt. - Tears start to run down Thomas' cheeks, each one a new stab of pain for Newt, but he ignored it, he was drowning and soon enough it all will end.
- Get out, Thomas. - Newt sighed, exhausted, turning around and walking to stand by the railing overlooking his bookstore.
In a split second he wondered what would happen with his beloved bookstore.
Thomas spun him around to face him, something fierce burning in his eyes.
- Tell me that you don't love me, then. Tell me that I have never meant anything to you at all. - Thomas urged on, gripping Newt by upper arms.
- Stop it and just go. - Newt sighed.
- No. Because I love you! I love you like I have never loved anything else. You are my everything. The reason why I get up in the morning and why I keep on going even after everything. Without you, there is no me. And I won't let you go so easily! I won't! I won't stop fighting for you. I can't. It would be easier to cut my own heart out with a butter knife than to unlove you. - Thomas said in strong tone, his cheeks still wet from tears.
- Tommy... -
- No, Newt, no! I don't care about Teresa! Not like I care about you. Yes, I grew up with her, yes, she has wanted to be with me but I have told her that I am not interested, that I love you and I want to be just with you or with no one at all. She is like a sister to me, nothing more. Even just now when I texted her, I told her that I can't talk right now because I am spending my day with you. Even that evening I spent with her, most of it, I was just ranting about you! I couldn't even shut up about you while watching a damn movie because I can never stop thinking about you! - By now Thomas was screaming, his hands trembling and squeezing so tightly around Newt's arms that he was sure that there would be bruises.
Newt just gripped Thomas by hair and yanked him into a deep kiss, shutting Thomas up.
In a split second they were fighting for dominance, grasping at each other wherever they could, pulling and pushing.
Newt picked Thomas up, stumbling a couple steps before smashing against the wall, Thomas moaning inside his mouth and fully wrapping his legs around Newt.
It was a blur of movement and then they were naked, pressing against each other, Newt hauling Thomas up, holding him pressed flush against the wall, Thomas wrapping his legs around Newt, pushing them only closer together.
Newt couldn't even tell from where he got the small bottle of lube but then it was there, Thomas pouring it over Newt's fingers and just as fast Newt was pushing them inside Thomas, earning a loud moan.
It wasn't anything sweet, more like desperate, one finger, then two fingers, tearing moans from Thomas while still smashing their lips together.
A condom being rolled on, Thomas tightening his grip around Newt, his heels pressing hard against Newt's ass, urging him on.
Newt trust inside, gripping Thomas' hips. Stilling only for long enough for Thomas to relax around him. Because no matter how mad driven they were, they didn't want to hurt the other.
After that there were hard thrusts, fast snaps of hips, each earning a muffled screams from Thomas.
In just a couple minutes they both were moaning messes, soon going out of breath.
It didn't take long for them both thumbling over the edge with soft screams, gripping at each other with some basic urge.
Newt's legs were shaking quite terribly, his bad leg protesting of any weight being put on it. Thomas' legs were trembling softly against Newt.
They were both fully out of breath, leaning against each other.
Newt slowly slid out of Thomas, earning a whiny gasp.
Before he could do anything more, his legs gave out, sending them both crashing to the ground with a loud thud.
They stayed in a tangled heap on the floor till they finally catched their breaths.
With clouded minds they got rid of the used condom, wiping up the mess with one of the shorts near them before Newt pulled a blanket over them from somewhere he could not tell.
They fell asleep almost instantly, cuddling close to each other, being too exhausted to do anything else.
Newt was the first to wake, his bladder waking him up.
It was a big effort to get up from the ground, his bad leg still not wanting to work properly, sending shots of pain through his whole body.
It was already dark, only light was coming from the street lamps outside on the street.
After peeing Newt looked into the mirror, blinking a couple of times about what a mess he was, new bruises and hickeys blooming all over, scratch marks from Thomas' nails trailing all over his shoulder blades while his hair was standing in all directions, dark circles still under his eyes. He looked just as exhausted as he felt.
He jumped when the bathroom door swung open, Thomas stumbling in, still half asleep.
He patted Newt on the ass before going to pee.
Newt just rolled his eyes.
For some reason they always woke up when others got up in the night, no matter how softly others were slipping around.
Thomas stopped next to him, washing his hands before glancing up at Newt through the mirror.
- You look like shit. - He hoarse out, pulling Newt into kiss, his hands still dripping wet.
- You too. - Newt grumbled back, sinking into a lazy kiss.
And it was true, Thomas was sporting matching new hickeys and couple bruises, his hair just as a big mess if not even worse one, his face with exhaustion written all over it.
- We should shower so we can sleep in bed. - Thomas grumbled, letting his forehead rest against Newt's, leaning a bit more weight on Newt, earning a soft groan in return.
They stumbled into shower, just standing there for a moment, leaning against each other and letting hot water run over them.
They washed as fast as they could, trading a couple of lazy kisses, almost falling asleep once.
After shower it was even harder to stay awake long enough to dry off and get to the bed, so when they finally crawled into bed, they passed out all at once.
A phone was ringing somewhere near Newt's head, pulling him out of deep sleep.
He groaned, putting a big effort to get his arm to move, picking up the annoying phone and answering it while still trying to blink his eyes open.
- Newtie! Wait, are you still sleeping? - Sonya sounded way too cheerful for Newt's liking.
- Lizzy. What time is it even? - Newt groaned again, looking up at the window, noting that it indeed was already morning.
- A bit past eight. You're usually up and in the shop already. You look like a total shit. - Sonya took a sip from a wine glass.
- And you're drinking. - Newt finally got his eyes to stay open.
Thomas nuzzled closer against Newt, tightening his hold around Newt's waist, not at all happy about such rude waking.
Sonya's eyes widened, she leaned closer to the phone.
- Is someone sleeping behind you? Newt! - Soya shooted, her wine glass forgotten.
- Shit, Liz, are you trying to turn me deaf? - Newt groaned, pushing his face deeper into the pillow.
He could feel Thomas lips against the back of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.
- Newt! - Sonya's eyes were wide, in any other case, Newt would have laughed.
Thomas groaned behind him, pushing himself up enough to blink at the phone.
- G'mornin', Sonya. - Thomas smiled sleepily, pecking Newt on the cheek.
There was a moment of silence, Sonya just staring at them.
- Oh. Hello, Thomas. - Her tone shifted from surprise to coldness, she leaned back in her chair, taking another sip of her wine.
- So, what wine are you drinking? - Newt rushed to change the topic to whatever came to his mind first.
Sonya's eyes only narrowed.
- Red. What is he doing pretending to be an octopus? - All warmth was gone from Sonya's voice, even her look chilling.
- Cuddling with my boyfriend, thank you very much. - Thomas nuzzled against Newt's neck, throwing one leg over Newt's hip.
- Liz, it's all okay. Bloody hell, Tommy, your feet are cold! - Newt squirmed when Thomas's feet brushed over his groin.
Thomas only huffed out a laugh.
- Fine. But I am still mad at him. Anyway, I was calling to invite you to come visit me. - Sonya took a long sip from her wine, not looking at Newt.
- Oh! - Newt propped himself up on the elbow, fully ignoring Thomas protesting hufs. - Did you pop the question? What did she say? -
All sleep was gone from Newt's mind, he started to feel anxious for his baby sister.
- Well. - Sonya turned to face the screen, trying to hide her grin. - This kinda happened. -
She shoved her other hand for Newt where a soft silver ring rested on the ring finger.
- Holy shit! Liz! She asked you?! - Newt sat up fully, earning a loud groan from Thomas.
- We kinda asked at the same time! Can you believe that? - Sonya broke out laughing. - We just, I don't even know how that happened! -
- I am so so happy for both of you! Harriet is one lucky girl! - Newt laughed with joy together with Sonya.
- Yeah, I am lucky to have her by my side. So, will you come? -
- Of course! That's even out of question! I need to be there! - Newt was so excited.
Thomas was trailing his fingers over Newt's back and ass but Newt was just too happy to say anything about it.
- I already looked up tickets. Will send you them in the morning'. I assume that Thomas will come too? - Sonya frowned, taking a sip from wine.
- That would be nice. - Newt couldn't help his happy smile spreading.
- Oki. I need to go, Harriet's out of the bath. Talk to you in the morning! - Sonya blew a kiss to Newt before disconnecting the call.
Newt laughed, falling back down on the bed, a big smile still on his face.
- She didn't sound happy about having me. - Thomas snuggled close to Newt.
- Yeah, it will be okay. She completely adores you. - Newt turned to his side, pulling Thomas in his arms.
- Not right now. - Thomas pouted, making Newt laugh even more.
They traded a couple lazy kisses, just slowly waking fully up.
- What would you say about going out somewhere for breakfast? - Thomas mumbled against Newt's lips, his leg still slung over Newt's hip.
- Well, there isn't any food here, so why not. Only that I will probably be limping pretty badly, leg still hurts. -
- I'll be limping just as much, I'm kinda sore. - Thomas starts to grin, as if proud of such a thing.
Newt just rolled his eyes, pulling Thomas in yet another kiss.
They were disturbed by Thomas' phone buzzing at the foot of the bed.
- Answer it. It's annoying. - Newt groaned, letting go off of Thomas.
Thomas reached for the phone, glancing back at Newt before answering.
- Teresa, hi. - Thomas laid back down, treading his fingers through Newt's hair. - No, no, I'm all good. -
A sudden jealousy sparked though came to Newt, he smirked, slowly starting to kiss down Thomas' chest.
Thomas' eyes never leave him, his breath hitching a bit.
- What? Oh, I kinda forgot? I will be in class tomorrow. Was busy... Doing stuff. - Thomas furrowed his brows at Newt but Newt only smirked.
When Thomas opened his mouth to answer Teresa yet again, Newt sucked him into his mouth.
Thomas gasped, all answers forgotten, his fingers tightening in Newt's hair.
- No, no. I'm good. More than good. Fuck. - Thomas was stammering over his words.
Newt just sucked harder, bobbing his head up and down, swirling his tongue all around. With one hand he gripped Thomas' testicles, earning yet another gasped cursing.
Thomas was trying to say something to Teresa that sounded geniously worried on the other side of the phone, but he was just a stuttering mess, his dick hardening in Newt's mouth.
Newt let it hit the back of his throat, humming around it.
Thomas pushed a hand over his own mouth to keep the moan in.
Newt just smirked, hearing Teresa's tone increasing on the phone.
He finally broke off with a loud pop, leaning up and gripping the phone out of Thomas' hand.
- He's getting blown by his boyfriend. Kinda busy thing. Call some other time, darling. Or not. - Newt ended the call, dropping the phone right when Thomas pulled him into a deep and hungry kiss.
- You are unimaginable. - Thomas moaned, kissing Newt even deeper, gasping laughter breaking free.
Newt just laughed, kissing back with the matching urgency.
He was fully happy in that moment, it was a good day and he wasn't drowning anymore.
There was a light in the dark and maybe Newt was okay, they were okay.
Love really could save the day.