They were having a chill evening at the local bar. Just drinking and catching up with everyone.
Only difference was that Newt hasn't had the greatest week and that has led to his and Thomas' argument. Nothing too serious but still, it wasn't nice to fight with someone you loved more than anything.
They rarely had arguments and when they did they were nothing serious, just small things like why one hasn't bought some milk while others have asked for it specifically and so on.
But today they just exploded against each other.
Newt couldn't even remember how it started but somehow they were standing in their living room, shooting at each other, red in the faces from anger, angry words flying like sharp daggers meant to cut deep.
How long they kept going, he could not say but by the end Newt could barely keep it together, tears already gathering in his eyes, his whole body trembling.
- Then don't. Stop putting up with me. Be done. - His voice has been just a tired whisper, shutting Thomas up right away.
Newt didn't even wait for an answer, he simply walked out the room, out of their apartment, letting doors fall shut with an audible clank.
It was in the morning, Newt hadn't spoken to Thomas since. In all honesty, he hasn't talked to anyone that day, just too exhausted to put up with human interaction.
But here they were, in their local bar, sitting down with their friends, drinking and laughing like nothing had happened. Only indication that something was wrong was that he and Thomas weren't sitting next to each other, sitting as far from each other as possible. Thomas was sitting with Teresa, or to be more clear, Teresa was basically sitting in Thomas lap.
Minho noticed that something was off, of course he did. But when he asked, Newt just brushed him off.
- usually you basically are all over each other but today he's all Teresa's. - Minho still tried to get something out of Newt.
- And? - Newt drew out, not taking his eyes off of the pair across the table, taking a long sip of his drink.
Minho watched him for a minute with furrowed brows.
- Newt. What happened? - He asked more gently this time.
- Listen, Minho, just drop it, kay? - Newt took the last sip of his drink, not even feeling the burn of it.
- Newt. - Minho tried but Newt cut him off.
- Please. I am not in the mood for talking. I'll go get a refill. - Newt raised from their seat and walked over to the bar, nodding to Brenda that he will need another drink.
He leaned back against the bar, watching how Thomas started to laugh about something that Teresa had just said.
Jealousy roared through him like white hot rage but he pushed it down, turning back to face the bar.
- Rough day? - Brenda asked, pouring a shot of vodka for him.
- More like a shitty week. - Newt pushed a hand through his hair before taking the shot and nodding for another.
- Wanna talk? - She eyed him before pouring another shot.
- I have a better idea. You pour, I drink. - Newt shot back the second shot.
- As you wish. - Brenda chuckled.
They weren't really friends but they were past dislikes.
Brenda had a crush on Thomas but soon dropped it once she learned how Newt and Thomas were supposedly in love. Well, they were, are, who knows anymore.
Since that they have learned to respect and even like each other well enough to get along.
- Gosh, that girl has no limits, does she? - Brenda said with such disgust in her voice that it almost made Newt laugh.
- Tell me about it. - Newt rolled his eyes before taking another shot.
He looked back at his friends group, everyone getting along just fine without him there. And it seemed that Thomas wasn't even missing him, too deep into conversation with missis goodie two shoes.
- Ah, just pour me some strong whiskey. Do you mind if I wander off to the piano? One more look at them and I will be sick. - Newt pushed himself up, his whole body feeling too heavy, almost as if he was drowning.
- Be my guest. It's been a while since you played anything here. - Brenda smiled at him, pouring him dubble.
- Thanks, Bren. - Newt nods, taking his drink and wandering off to the deep corner of the bar where there lay a beautiful piano.
Time from time Newt liked to play, usually when his emotions were just too much, exactly like right now.
He sat down, taking a sip from his drink before putting it to the side.
He watched the keys for a moment before starting to play, pouring out all his concentration.
Soon enough he was so lost into playing and melody filling the air that he didn't even notice himself starting to hum the lyrics.
/Listen to The Broken Hearts Club by Gnash/
He let the song take away his pain, his misery.
He really felt like he had lost Thomas this time. Knowing damn well that there were just so much that one person could put up with and he was a handful, he knew that.
He sat there with a heavy heart, taking one last sip of his drink before finally getting up and making his way to the bar.
Brenda was just coming back from one of the tables with a tray full of glasses when some guy whistled to her and grabbed her by the ass, his friends howling behind him like that was the greatest joke.
Brenda pushed the tray on the bar, turning around to snap something when the guy full on grabbed her and pulled her close, ignoring her discomfort and trying to get away from his grip.
- Hey! Hand of! - Newt pulled Brenda back, pushing her behind him, keeping a protecting arm in front of her.
- Stay out buddy. It's none of your business. - The guy snarled.
- Read the fucking sign, buddy. No bartender touching! - Newt growled back, his anger only growing.
- Really, stay out of this. We're just having fun. - The guy stepped closer to Newt.
He was quite muscular built than Newt but Newt was taller.
- One more touch and I will knock the bloody knunk out of you. - Newt growled, his hands already in fists.
- Newt, don't. - Brenda hissed behind him but it was already too late.
The guy had already swung a punch, Newt knocked it away with his arm, throwing his own punch straight in the guy's jaw.
The guy stumbled and fell over, pulling Newt down with him.
Newt knew that he probably should just get up and be done with it but all week's tensions have builded up and with added fall out with Thomas it was just too much, white hot rage was pouring out of Newt, he was gripping the guy under him, throwing punch after punch, not even hearing the shouts all around them.
He felt a kick against his side, sending him to the side.
He pushed himself back up, ready to fight the guy's friends but his own friends were there, trying to hold him away while the guy's friends we're trying to pull their friend up while Jorge was pushing them toward the doors to throw them out.
- Newt! Stop! Just stop! He's done! - Thomas yelled in his face, standing in front of him, his hands flat on Newt's chest, holding him back.
Of course it was Thomas who stepped in front of Newt. Everyone knew that it was the best way to make Newt listen.
When the door fell shut behind the bloody guy and his friends, Newt finally looked down at Thomas.
Thomas looked angry, something burning in his eyes.
Newt pushed Thomas' hand off of his chest.
- Newt. - There was some kind of warning in Thomas voice that just set Newt off again.
- Fuck you, Tommy. Or I should start to call you Thomas. - Newt put as much venom in the last word as possible, pushing past the stunned boy in front of him.
Newt made his way outside, glad for the cold air hitting his face.
He closed his eyes for a moment, just taking a couple deep breaths to calm down.
Just as sudden as the anger has come it went, leaving only bone crushing sadness.
Once again Newt felt like he was drowning.
He ignored the feeling, starting to walk.
He didn't know where to go, he had already wandered around all day, he just wanted to sleep.
He made his way to his and Thomas' apartment, tears starting to prickle his eyes right when he stepped through the door, flashbacks of their argument fresh on his mind.
Newt shrugged off his leather jacket, kicking his sneakers to the side before making his way to the bathroom, flinching by the bright light.
He looked like a mess, the guy had got a punch in, splitting his eyebrow.
A dried trickle of blood has made its way down the side of his face. He hasn't even felt that.
Newt stripped himself, dropping the dirty clothes into the washing machine before stepping into shower.
He just stood there, letting water beat over his skin.
Blood and tears mixing together and running away down the drain.
He stood there for who knew how long before he finally started to wash himself.
His side was bruised but he could tell that the ribs weren't broken.
When he finally stepped out of the shower, he dried himself fully before walking out the bathroom.
He stopped in the doorway to the master bedroom, not really sure if he was even allowed to sleep in the big bed.
After all, Thomas probably will come home sometime soon, at least Newt hoped that Thomas would come home, not choose to spend a night at Teresa's.
Newt shook his head to clear it before turning and walking to the smaller bedroom that they used as one of the guest bedrooms.
He slowly crawled into bed, pulling covers fully over himself, begging for the sleep to finally come and take him to the other side.
Newt was cold. He has forgotten to put on any clothing after his shower and there were no Thomas to chase away the cold.
Newt was so used to having Thomas next to him that even this smaller bed felt enormous and pillows not at all comfy.
What dampened Newt's mood even more was that he dreamed of some long gone memory of him and Thomas being silly idiots in love, spending a day near the lake, kissing and fooling around till the first rays of sun hit the still lake water.
Newt woke up with his eyes wet.
He rubbed away the wetness before pushing himself up, groaning in the pain from his blooming side.
Newt softly made his way to the master bedroom, stalling only for a second before pushing the door open, afraid of what he may see on the other side.
Thomas was sleeping in the bed, hugging Newt's pillow close, his hair a mess.
Newt noted that Thomas wasn't wearing a shirt either. Both of them have made a habit of sleeping shirtless.
Newt had just stepped into the room when Thomas's eyes opened, focusing on Newt right away, following him all the way to the wardrobe.
Newt could feel Thomas' eyes roaming over his naked body.
He tried to ignore it, searching for clothes to wear, taking a couple out and throwing them down on the end of the bed.
- What are you doin'? - Thomas croaked out, his voice laced with sleep and confusion but still coming out harsh.
- I need clothes to wear, don't I? - Newt didn't even turn around to face Thomas, pulling on some plain black boxers.
- Oh. - Thomas croaked out, sitting up.
- Or did you think that I will walk around naked? - Newt turned around and walked to the bed, starting to dress.
Just when he was about to pull on a hoodie, Thomas stopped him by gripping his wrist, ghosting his other hand's fingers over Newt's bruised side, earning a loud hiss from Newt.
Newt slapped the fingers away, pulling the hoodie fully down.
Before Thomas could say anything, Newt walked out of their bedroom, walking straight to the kitchen, starting up the kettle.
Thomas walked into the kitchen not long after, stopping just a step behind Newt, as if unsure of what to do next.
Newt's whole body sagged, sadness starting to grip his chest.
Of course in a normal morning Thomas would have wrapped his arms around Newt, settling his chin on Newt's shoulder, placing soft kisses against the older boy's neck.
But today nothing was normal.
After just standing there for a moment, Thomas turned around and walked to the bathroom, Newt could hear the shower starting.
Newt pushed his emotions to the side, after all, he was good at doing that, making himself some tea to pour into the thermos mug.
He stopped by the door, listening that the shower was still going. He shook his head before going outside to get to work.
Newt was sitting behind the counter at his bookshop, reading a newly released book that just got delivered.
- Hiya, Newtie boy. - A way too cheery voice disturbed Newt's reading.
- Brenda. Hello. - Newt put down his book, turning his full attention to Brenda.
- Before you say anything, I brought lunch. - She walked behind the counter, sitting down next to Newt before taking out lunch containers from her bag.
Newt didn't even realize how hungry he had gotten, haven't eaten anything since yesterday's morning.
With delight he discovered that Brenda had got him some quinoa salads with iced caramel macchiato.
- Are you trying to bribe me? - Newt asked while taking a sip from his drink, already ready to dig into his salads.
- Just thanking you for standing up for me. I would have got done with them myself, you know, but it was nice that you stood up for me. Thank you, Newt. - Brenda smiled at him, starting to eat her own lunch, some beef salads.
- That guy was a complete douche. And I guess, I needed to let off some steam. - Newt shrugged, concentrating on his food.
- You completely lost control. Only when Thomas stepped right in your way did you stop. That was a real badass. - Brenda knocked her knee against Newt's.
- Why, why, if I wouldn't be certain that you know I'm gay, I would think that you are trying to win me over! - Newt clapped a hand against his chest in a mocking gesture.
- Oh, shut up! - they both broke out laughing.
When they finally calmed down, Newt's bruised side was aching but he ignored it, returning to his lunch.
They stayed silent while finishing eating but Newt could see that Brenda was eying him, wanting to say something but trying not to.
- Just spit it out. - Newt leaned back into his chair, pulling one leg up.
- I just... Did you and Thomas break up? - She pushed all shyness to the side, turning fully to Newt.
This was one of the reasons why Newt liked her, the bluntness and honesty.
- Why? - He shrugged, starting to tap his fingertips on the armrest.
- Just that song you sang in the bar and overall how you two acted. - Brenda shrugged, toying with her cup.
- What happened when I left? - Newt started to observe the girl more closely, not wanting to miss any reaction.
- Everyone slowly calmed down. At first Thomas was pissed but then he got fully hammered. Teresa was all over him but the more Thomas drank the less he actually paid any attention to her. Then he just started to sob his eyes out. Minho took him home. Nothing too big. - Brenda was in her full honesty, not shying away from Newt's piercing look.
- Okay. Thanks. - Newt let his head fall backwards against the headrest, closing his eyes for a moment.
- Newt, you can talk to us, you know that, right? - Brenda asked gently, making Newt groan.
- You can go and tell Minho that I am doing just fine. No weird urges to do something stupid. And that right now, I really do not want to talk about it all. He can go on and interrogate Thomas. - Newt felt too tired to even open his eyes, he wouldn't mind taking a nap.
- He's actually with Thomas right now. -
- I figured. - Newt grumbled out, forcing himself to open his eyes and sit back up straighter. - Thanks for lunch. -
- No worries. - Brenda eyed him for a moment longer before walking away.
Newt just slumped back into his chair, sitting unmoving for a moment longer before returning to his book.
When Newt finally locked up his shop it was already dark outside, street lamps lightning up, cold settling in with lovingly biting claws.
Newt loved the cold, he was a lot calmer in cold, his head clearer. He could spend hours just being outside, enjoying the freshness that cold weather brought upon the earth.
Newt walked home slowly, just enjoying the cold and for once feeling calm seep into his bones.
Newt just walked through the doors of their apartment when Thomas walked, or more like rushed, into the corridor, phone against ear.
- Yeah, he just got in. Talk later. - Thomas sounded angry but Newt knew that Thomas was just masking his worries with being annoyed.
Newt pushed his sneakers to the side, turning to walk past Thomas, only now realizing how actually cold he had got, walking around for who knew how long in just his hoodie.
- Where the hell were you! - Thomas crossed his arms over his chest, his tone coming across harsh.
- Decided to take a walk after locking up. - Newt shrugged, walking past Thomas, already thinking of what kind of tea he would best like to drink to warm himself.
- For two hours? Stop bullshitting me, Newt! You got everyone worried! - Thomas walked behind Newt, his voice still too harsh for Newt's liking.
- Yes! If you can't remember, I like taking walks! Especially when it has gotten cold outside! - Newt was losing his temper, flicking the kettle on for the water to boil.
- You could at least pick up your damn phone! Answered at least some text! Give some notice that you will be late! - Thomas stopped behind Newt.
- It wasn't so long! Phone's on silent, I didn't check it. - Newt threw his hands up, rolling his eyes.
- Not so long? You were supposed to be home two fucking hours ago! Everyone got worried when you didn't even read the texts, thinking that something had happened. -
- For fucks sake, it was one fucking time! - Newt exploded, his hands curling into fists to ground himself. - One fucking time and I got over it! I went to the shucks therapy! -
- And how can I know that you won't do it again! How! - Thomas exploded, throwing his arms up, all frustration pouring out.
- By giving some trust in me! Like a damn boyfriend should do! - Newt snapped back, already feeling so done with the pointless argument, itching to just walk back outside and wander around in the cold to calm him down, to allow him to breathe properly.
Before Thomas could say anything Newt pushed past him, going back to the corridor, just wanting to get out.
- Where the fuck are you going now? - Thomas gripped his wrist, halting Newt.
- To fucking jump off some bridge! Why would you care? Just let go off of my damn wrist! - Newt snapped with all the venom he could manage.
- Don't just say it like that! - Thomas really looked like he was slapped but his fingers only tightened around Newt's wrist.
- Like what? Like I mean it? But oh, honey, I do! Look from the bright side, Teresa will have yet another reason to cradle you and try to get in your pants! And look, you will be able to go down with it with no worries of dirt! - Newt made his voice honey soft, venomous honey, knowing well that such a voice tone will cut deeper than if he would be shooting in anger.
- For fucks sake, Newt! - Thomas gripped Newt's other arm, giving him a shake. - I do NOT want to sleep with Teresa! -
- Then fucking stop acting like you do! - Newt tried to wrench his arms free but Thomas just gripped at him tighter and once Newt's wrist escaped him, he just catched it back.
They struggled against each other, almost losing their balance.
- Can you stop for a moment? - Thomas hissed, locking one arm around Newt's waist.
- Fuck you, Thomas. - Newt hissed back, stumbled against his own foot, his limp making him lose balance.
Thomas cursed under his breath, stumbling together with Newt, both of them slamming against the wall.
- Stop calling me Thomas. -
- It's your name, you slinthead. - Newt groaned from the collision with the wall.
Thomas growled, pushing himself firmer against Newt, trying to find his footing.
Newt gripped a fist full of Thomas' hair, pulling at them, earning even louder growl from Thomas.
And then Thomas was smashing their lips together, his kiss fierce and hungry.
Newt hated the betrayal warmth seeping through his body, how his whole being was aching for the bruising kiss.
He got even more angry than before, kissing back with matching force, ready to bruise Thomas lips, to break the skin there, to show that he was kissed.
They gripped at each other, fingers rough, pulling and squeezing without any gentleness, their kisses growing even hungrier.
They broke apart for a moment enough to pull off their clothing, slamming back against the wall right after.
Thomas started to hungrily kiss down Newt's neck, biting the tender skin there while his fingers were trying to push Newt's jeans down.
Newt moaned, throwing his head back to give Thomas better access, letting his own hands grip at Thomas' ass, not sure if to hold on or to push Thomas even closer to Newt.
Thomas cursed again when Newt's jeans would not move over his tights, breaking free and dropping down on his knees in front of Newt, Newt's hands pushing in Thomas' hair right away.
Thomas locked eyes with Newt, something burning there, before roughly pulling Newt's tight jeans off him.
Newt only gripped tighter on Thomas' hair while trying not to lose his balance, tugging at them, smirking at the growl that escaped Thomas' lips.
In revenge Thomas leaned in, ghosting his lips over Newt's boxers clad dick while never losing eye contact with him.
Newt growled, tugging at Thomas' hair, urging him to stand back up.
Once Thomas was standing, they smashed their lips together, fighting for dominance.
Newt let go of Thomas' hair, returning his hand to pushing Thomas sweatpants off, humming when he discovered that once again Thomas wasn't wearing any underwear.
Thomas roamed his hands down Newt's sides, pushing the boxers off, they both stepped out of the clothings pooling around their ankles, kicking them to the side before pulling each other back into feverish kisses.
Thomas grinded their hips together, earning Newt to squeeze his ass with both hands, low moan escaping.
After a couple more grinds Thomas pulled away. Newt shot him angry look, gripping him by hand to pull him back in but Thomas swatted his hand away, turning to the small table, opening the top drawer and taking out the small bottle of lube.
Newt arched his eyebrow but Thomas just shrugged, sinking back into Newt's open arms, gladly starting back up the kissing.
Without breaking their kiss Thomas poured some lube on his fingers, squeezing the bottle in Newt's hand.
With one hand Thomas hoisted Newt's leg up, resting over his hip, before sliding his lubed fingers across Newt's hole.
Newt hissed against the cold, arching against Thomas, tried dicks brushing together.
Newt captured Thomas' bottom lip with his teeth, sucking at it while Thomas slid the digit of his finger inside Newt.
A loud moan escaped Newt, he just gripped tighter at Thomas, letting their dicks brush together.
Thomas slowly worked his finger fully inside Newt, letting their hips grind together.
Their kisses grew sloppier but it was like a magnetic pull, they just couldn't break apart, couldn't stop kissing or just letting their lips brush together while moans rolled over their parted lips.
Soon enough Thomas worked a second finger inside Newt, their hips already working in steady rhythm, creating just the perfect amount of friction with their dicks brushing together in between their bellies.
Thomas fingers brushed against Newt's prostate, making Newt arch his back, a loud moan escaping his lips.
Newt leaned down, biting at Thomas' shoulder, earning a matching growling moan from him and a harder push from these fingers deep inside him.
Now with every thrust Thomas' fingers brushed against that sweet bundle of nerves, making Newt a shivering moaning mess in his arms, his legs almost giving out on a particular hard thrust.
- Fuuuck! Tommy! - Newt threw his head back against the wall, his eyes screwed shut, his nails digging deep into Thomas' shoulder blades.
Thomas moaned, leaning down to nibble on Newt's neck, his fingers still pumping inside Newt.
All of a sudden Newt pushed Thomas back with a flat palm against his chest.
Thomas stumbled backwards a step, letting Newt's leg fall back down to the ground and his fingers slip out of Newt.
- Wha...? - Look of pure confusion crossed Thomas' face but Newt just rolled his eyes, taking Thomas by the hand and leading him to their bedroom. - Oh. -
Thomas tried to lean in to wrap his arms around Newt but in one swift motion Newt pushed him down on the bed, crawling right after him, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
A smirk spread over Thomas' lips, answering every Newt's kiss.
He tried to wrap his arms around Newt but Newt pinned them above his head, nudging Thomas' legs to spread wider apart before fully sliding in between them.
Newt sat up on his heels, opening the lube bottle and pouring a generous amount over his fingers.
Thomas reached out to him but Newt pinned his arms back up over his head, giving Thomas a strong look before kissing him.
A loud moan escaped Thomas when Newt started to circle his hole before pushing his finger gently in.
Newt leaned down to kiss down Thomas' neck, knowing all the right ways to fastly prepare Thomas.
Only a couple minutes later Newt had already added a second finger, driving Thomas fully mad, making him arch his hips up, meeting every smallest push.
After another searing kiss, Newt pulled his fingers out, sitting back and just watching Thomas all hot and bothered in front of him.
Thomas looked back with half lidded eyes filled with lust.
- Where's a condom? - Newt rasped out, licking his lips, noticing how Thomas' eyes trailer after the small movement.
- My side's top drawer. - Thomas croaked out before pulling Newt back down into yet another hungry kiss, raising his knees up on either side of Newt to keep him close.
Newt groaned into the kiss before pushing back against Thomas' chest, Thomas still chasing after his kiss.
Newt leaned to the side, opening the drawer and pulling out a condom.
Thomas was already pulling him back in yet another kiss, tangling one hand into Newt's hair while the other sneaked down to his ass.
Newt finally pushed himself up to sit in between Thomas' spread legs, opening the condom with his teeth but before he could take it out Thomas took it off him.
Newt just furrowed his brows but then Thomas was sitting up himself, softly putting the condom on for Newt, never breaking eye contact, a shy grin spreading over his lips at Newt's reaction.
He poured some more lube over it, giving Newt's dick a couple soft strokes.
A huff like laugh escaped Newt's parted lips.
He pushed Thomas back down, giving him another quick kiss before glancing down and pushing the head of his dick inside Thomas.
Thomas' eyes fluttered shut at the intrusion, his grip on Newt tightening before he relaxed and urged Newt to push in deeper.
Newt was pulled back into kissing, one of Thomas hands tangled into his hair while the other was tightly pressed around him, gripping at Newt's shoulder.
Newt waited till Thomas was fully relaxed, waiting even a bit longer to just be sure, spending the whole time kissing him, his jaw and neck before starting to move, softly, slowly, adding just the right friction of pressure to turn Thomas into a moaning mess.
With every tug of hair and press of fingers, every bruising kiss, his rhythm grew faster, deeper and harsher, Thomas matching it with his own trusts.
They let all the tension, all the anger and jealousy, all worry to be fucked out of them till all that was left was just love, bruising love.
Newt's thrusts grew softer but deeper, hitting Thomas' sweet spot every time.
It was fascinating how fast they could go from fucking to making love back to fucking and back to making love but it was exactly what they both needed right there.
Finally Newt pushed his hand in between them, catching Thomas' leaking cock into his fist and starting to stroke it in the matching rhythm of their thrusts.
Thomas almost sobbed at the sweet friction, locking his hands around Newt even tighter, already so close to the edge.
Newt could feel himself getting close to his own edge, making his thrusts sloppy.
He pulled Thomas into another kiss, swiping his thumb over Thomas' dick's head, sending Thomas to crash over the edge, loudly half moaning, half screaming Newt's name, his back arching up from the bed while his cum spurred over their chests.
The hard clech around Newt's dick sent him tumbling over his own edge, stilling for a moment while he emptied himself into the condom, moaning Thomas' name against his neck.
He rode them through the afterwaves before crushing down on top of Thomas, fully spent.
They lay like that, tangle of limbs, for a long moment, just trying to catch their breaths, holding each other tightly.
Newt slowly pushed himself up, sliding out of Thomas, earning a tired hiss from him.
Newt looked at Thomas, laying spread out and fully spent, his eyes closed. Newt sighed before scooting to the side of the bed, pulling the condom off of himself and tying it up.
He got up and walked to the bin, throwing it away before walking to the door.
- Where are you goin'? - Thomas asked in a sudden panic that sent a wave of sadness to pool in Newt's chest.
- Just shower. - Newt mumbled, walking out of their bedroom and into the bathroom, starting up the shower.
He poured himself a glass of water by the sink, gluping the cold water down gladly while waiting for the shower to heat up.
He just slipped in the shower when Thomas wrapped his arms around him from behind, placing a soft kiss against Newt's neck.
Newt turned them around, kissing Thomas softly before starting to wash him.
Thomas smiled up at him, starting to wash Newt, stealing a couple kisses in between.
It felt nice to just share this bubble of warmth, washing each other and stealing kisses with no care of the outside world.
For a moment Newt could forget them into it, forgetting about their problems and arguments, just soaking up the tenderness and love.
They dried each other fully off before walking back to the bedroom.
Without saying anything Newt pulled the dirty sheet off of the bed.
Thomas was by his side, already unfolding the fresh one and helping Newt set it up.
They crawled in the bed with heavy silence hanging over them.
Thomas collapsed on his tummy, his face turned to Newt's side but something just didn't feel right, something cold was gripping at Newt's heart, almost screaming that whatever happened was a goodbye, so he curled on his side, his back facing Thomas, laying as far from Thomas as the bed would allow.
And yet, Thomas didn't say anything, didn't reach out to touch him or pull him closer, or cuddle against him.
They lay with a wide nothingness in between them.
He could hear Thomas falling asleep almost instantly while he lay awake for hours, his eyes filling with tears and then drying up till he finally fell asleep just as dawn was starting to creep outside the window.