Title: Three nights and I'm in love with you

Characters: Thomas and Minho

Disclaimer: The characters and universe belongs to James Dashner.

Notes: This is for Day 6 with the prompt "One Bed AU". Modern AU, fluff.

Notes 2: I'm sorry I'm late!

"And here we are!"

Newt stopped the car in front of a small cabin in the middle of the mountains. The blond young man had invited Alby, his boyfriend, along with Minho and Thomas, to a small sky trip during the holidays season. The cabin belonged to his parents, but that year, they had decided to go back to London, while Newt wanted to spend time with his lover and friends.

And Thomas was quite excited for this trip with his friends. Especially, his best friend, Minho. Despite being roommates in college and being best friends since childhood, last semester had been hard on both of them resulting in not being able to be around each other a lot during the past few months. This trip was a nice way to catch up with his best friend. He missed doing things with him.

"Wow, it's pretty cute" Thomas said, opening the car door to go outside in the snow.

"Yeah, it is" Minho agreed.

The cabin was surrounded by snow and trees, and behind it, they could see the sky track. It was late in the afternoon so the sky station was closed, but it made Thomas even more excited. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

The four boys then went inside, taking their luggage's and groceries inside. The interior was everything you could expect from a Canadian cabin. Wood everywhere, old curtains hanging in front of the windows. A small living room with typical couches and armchairs along with a fireplace. The kitchen next to it was even smaller, but Thomas immediately fell in love with this little home. It was just so cute.

Putting the groceries bags on the kitchen counter, Newt said "Alby and I are going to sleep in my parents' room" glancing at his boyfriend, an amused glint in his eyes, he added "and you two are going to sleep in my room. I'm sorry shanks, there's only two beds here so you guys are gonna have to share."

Okay, that took an unexpected turn.

"You didn't tell us that" Minho immediately said.

"I forgot" Newt replied, but besides him, Alby was trying to hold back a laughter, which didn't make the whole think convincing. "Unless you wanna sleep on the couches?"

Both Minho and Thomas looked at said couches. They were way too small for any of them.

They were going to have to sleep together. The brunet couldn't remember the last time they had to do that. They must have been 8 years old back then.

"Oh no, two straight boys having to sleep together, they'll turn gay!" Alby joked.

But Minho only smirked "Oh, you think that you two having sex in your step-parents' bed is any better?"

The blond blushed as his boyfriend widened eyes in shock "You shuck-face –"

"What? You mean you're not gonna fuck?" the young man teased further, encouraged by his best friend laughter.

"You're an asshole Minho."

"I know" he winked.

…

After eating dinner all together, and playing some game, Minho and Thomas were now face with reality. They really would have to sleep together. The double bed seemed to be taunting them.

Despite having acted like it didn't bothered him in front of Newt and Alby, the Korean young man now seemed shy and embarrassed. But as typical Minho, he brushed it off.

"Well, let's get this over with. I'm tired."

"Yeah…"

They got in bed quickly, not wanting to dwell on everything that it implied. And they felt asleep in silence, both as far from each other as possible.

…

Thomas woke up with a start few hours later. He was breathing fast, blood pumping into his ears. It was another nightmare. Ever since his dad passed away few years ago, those frightening dreams often occurred.

Sitting in the bed, he tried to make his heartbeat take a normal pace again by breathing deeply and erasing the images from his mind.

"Thomas? You okay?" a tired voice asked.

"Yeah… yeah…" he tried to say. "Just a bad dream… sorry for waking you up dude."

"Slinthead…" he mumbled before getting out of bed, leaving the room as Thomas stared at him in confusion.

He came back shortly after, a glass of water in hand. "Here, drink it, shank."

Thomas obliged. His throat indeed felt dry. Setting the glass on the nightstand, Minho got back into bed, satisfied.

"It's about your dad?" he asked, pulling the covers on himself. The boy only nodded. "Come here."

Before he could protest, he was pulled into a warm chest, arms gently wrapped around him. He looked at his friends in confusion, trying to ignore the warm feeling that was spreading in his body.

"Just sleep, shank" Minho said. "I'm just trying to comfort you."

Thomas blushed, but in the darkness, he hoped his best friend didn't see it. "Thanks."

…

The next day was one of the coldest days this winter. While they were skiing, adrenaline had kept them warm and the fireplace after had been a big help.

But now, in the cold bed, Thomas was freezing cold. It was horrible and it kept him from falling asleep.

"Shuck, it's so damn cold" he whined, knowing the man in bed with him wasn't sleeping either. "I wonder if Newt and Alby are suffering too…"

Minho scuffed at that "Nah, they must be having sex to keep warm."

Ah, yeah, probably.

"They're lucky…"

"What? Are you implying we should fuck to get warm?" the young Asian man laughed, which earned him a kick on the leg.

"Dumbass" Thomas said, kicking him once again. And then added after few moments of thinking "well, we could, you know, hum, maybe, get closer? Body warmth and all that…"

Even in the dark, Minho's smirk could be seen "I knew you were the cuddle type."

"Slim it, do you wanna get warm or not?"

"Okay, yeah, come here."

And once again, Thomas was into his best friend's arms. And that was the best decision he ever made. Warmth immediately filled him and he soon felt asleep.

…

This trip was really the best.

The boys had spent their days skiing and joking around, playing in the snow like little kids. That was perfect. It was late in the night as the four young man enjoying their evening drinking beer and talking. It had been a while since Thomas had felt so at peace and happy.

And now, he was just tired. He put on a big shirt he used as pajama and got in bed, joining Minho, snuggling up to him. His best friend, already half asleep, welcomed him in his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Head resting against the young man's muscular chest, he didn't realize the position he was in.

It was only when a warm hand started caressing his back that he stiffed in shock, getting Minho out of his haze at the same time.

Oh shit.

They turned to stare at each other as realization hit them.

They didn't want to move. They wanted to stay close to each other. All this time, it had been in front of them. This affection and closeness they had over all those years was more than platonic and they just had ignored it for so long.

"Damn, Alby was right, we did turn gay" Minho joked, making Thomas laugh.

"Slinthead" he said, slapping the boy's chest.

Pressing a soft kiss on Thomas's forehead, the young man whispered "Go to sleep babe, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

…

They were on the couch, cuddling, when Newt entered the living room. Eyeing them, he yelled towards the bedrooms "ALBY! I WON THE BET!"

Hope you liked this one!

-Safr2n