Title: After all this, you're still here with me
Characters: Thomas and Minho
Disclaimer: The characters and universe belongs to James Dashner.
Notes: This is for Day 4 with the prompt "Scars". It takes place post-canon, sensual scene.
Notes 2: This one is short, but it was what I had in mind for this prompt and I like it.
Soft kisses pressed behind the ears, chests colliding, hands griping shoulder blades, hot moans echoing, limbs intertwined…
Being this close to Thomas always brought Minho so many feelings, so many sparks of pleasure going through his spine… He could spend all day caressing his lover's body all over, again and again, kissing every moles, every mark, making love to him the whole night, giving everything this precious boy deserved.
The brunet was holding him thigh, never letting him go too far. He loved every cuddle, every caresses. He was greedy, he wanted Minho all to himself.
The Keeper's lips went lower, slowly marking the white neck that was offered to him. Soft pants came to his hears and he shivered in pleasure. It was amazing knowing Thomas felt the same.
He went even lower, going for another of the boy's soft spot when he saw it again.
That damn scar.
The constant reminder of Minho's failure.
See, the young leader could deal with his own scars, the ones he got during all those years in the Maze and most importantly, those he got during that storm. The Lichtenburg figures crossing over his back, arm and face showed he survived. Showed how strong he was. It made Minho look intimidating, strong, and badass. He could deal with it.
But that dam scar, the size of a bullet hole, in his boyfriend shoulder was the only scar he couldn't deal with. Because it was the time Minho failed the protect Thomas. When he thought he would lose the person that meant the most to him. It reminded him of the hardest time of his life, of the time he had felt to most powerful rage inside of him that led him to kill someone.
He hated the reminder.
Biting softly on the skin there, he took his time sucking and liking, making a mark on the scar. He wanted to reclaim it. To rewrite history. To make it is own.
Drowning in his lover's moans, enjoying the way their skin felt against each other, his mind went back to the present, to the boy in their shared bed. He went back to slowly kissing him, taking his time stroking the brown hair like he knew the boy loved it, went back to this connection they had, back to loving him wholeheartedly.
Because despite all that, despite having been shoot, despite everything they've been through, Thomas was still there with him, and it was all that mattered.
Hope you enjoyed this one, see you tomorrow for next fic!
-Safr2n