I filed this under crack because BOY IS IT REALLY!

Side Story VI: Where Art Thou Banana?

Bananas were a real treat for the boys. It wasn't often they could have fruit seeing as they were expensive and quick to spoil, but Rachel had been sympathetic to their plight. She brought them a small batch of fruits three times in a month and they would praise her. They worshipped the ground she walked on – unless Thomas was allergic, in which case Thomas would give Minho dirty looks as he devoured their chosen fruit of the week and ignore Newt's chiding to get the boys to stop.

This week, Rachel had given them bananas. They were still a shade between yellow and green and hard to the touch, much too bitter for the boys' liking.

"Give it a day or two," she told them. "It'll be sweet by then."

Newt left the bananas hanging on their fruit rack for the next two days and found great amusement in his boyfriends' behavior. Thomas and Minho stared at the fruits at every opportunity. One minute, two minutes, an hour into their conversation, he would look over and find the both of them glancing at the delectable, their faces nearly identical. After every four hours, one of them would get up to squeeze a banana and when their fingers would be met with resistance, the pout on their face made Newt want to smother them in kisses.

They were far too adorable.

He loved every second of it.

When Wednesday finally rolled around, Thomas breezed through his classes. He looked forward to having the first bite, had daydreamed about the sweetness of the banana in all of his classes. He burst into the dorm once his classes were done, tossed his bags carelessly against the wall and grabbed the empty air of the fruit rack, his fingers already curling around an imaginary banana.

He paused.

He glanced at the fruit holder, eyeing the conspicuous emptiness.

He stared at his hand, palm up and open. Empty of a banana.

He backed away from the counter with precise slowness and scanned the dorm.

Clean and empty. Devoid of bananas.

With great trepidation, he peered into the garbage can.

Banana peels. Multiple. All yellow and spotty, most definitely delicious and sweet. All eaten.

Thomas nearly collapsed, distraught by the massacre. His boyfriends' had betrayed him. They ate all the bananas!

Thomas whipped out his phone lightning quick and speed dialed Newt's number.

"Yes Tommy?"

"You guys ate all the bananas!" He cried, annoyed and dismayed at how pitchy his voice sounded. Newt's laughter made him bristle. "This isn't funny! Do you guys have any idea how long it's been since I had a banana?! Senior year in high school, Newt! That was years ago!"

"Two years ago, actually. Don't be so dramatic, Tommy." The blond chuckled. "'sides, I only had one piece. Maybe Minho took the rest to practice?"

"All of them?!" He squeaked and broke into a series of cough that pitch way out of his level of normal.

Newt's amusement was palpable even through the cell phone.

"Probably just three. He does track Tommy. He needs the energy."

"He needs the energy?! I need the energy! I'm a growing boy, Newt, I need my banana sustenance!"

"He runs track. You sleep all day."

"Don't excuse your boyfriend's selfish behavior here, Newt!" Thomas huffed. "There was enough bananas for all of us and he took them all without consulting me!"

Newt's laughter rang through the receiver melodiously. "Oh so he's my boyfriend when he's misbehaving? Last I recall, he was yours too. You should have taught him more discipline, Tommy."

"He took my bananas Newt. He's dead to me." Thomas pouted.

"You are very lucky I have class right now, Tommy, otherwise, I would smother you in kisses. If I see Minho, I'll ask him 'bout the bananas. Oh and if you kill him before I get back, we've got bleach in one of the bottom cabinets and garbage bags."

"What if he stains the carpet?"

"We'll say he had a nose bleed."

"That'll work for ten minutes," Thomas grinned despite himself. "I can't promise he won't make a mess."

"Try to keep the stabbing a minimal then. Love you."

"Have fun learning nerd. Love you."

Thomas collapsed onto Newt's mattress, his arms spread eagle as he blinked up at the ceiling. If Minho really did take all the bananas, Thomas vowed to get back at him, starting with Minho's precious supply of hair gel.

Five o'clock on the dot, Minho came through the door, all smiles and energy. Thomas body slammed him against the wall, ignoring the way Minho's wet bangs fell over his eyes or how his tanned skin smelled like apricot body wash. Minho's dark eyes blinked rapidly, confusing clouding his expression.

Thomas drew close, eyes deadly sharp. His lips shaped into a snarl.

"The bananas Minho. Where are they?"

Minho met his gaze with a blank stare.

"What?"

"The bananas!" Thomas slammed a palm against the wall beside Minho's head. The track stare didn't even flinch. "Where have you taken them?!"

The older boy quirked a dark brow in confusion, but something clicked behind his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Thomas' waist and pulled the boy flush against him, their groins touching. Thomas suppressed the urge to groan, the slight friction of his jeans sending a delicious tingle up his spine. He felt Minho's breath against his ear, warm and dangerously close.

"I ate them all." He whispered.

Thomas wrenched himself away, horror written on his face.

Minho's laughter was boisterous in the quiet dorm.

"You ate them all?! You didn't even leave me one!"

"Relax, I didn't eat them all. I ate most of them, but not all. There were like five bananas. Newt had one, I took three, so there should have been one left for you."

"Do you see a single one here Min?!" Thomas pointed to the rack devoid of bananas. "Where did you leave it? In Narnia?"

Minho stared at the empty fruit rack for a solid ten seconds. "The gremlins must have taken it."

"Minho!" The smirk on the older boy's face was insufferable. Thomas groaned. "Stop it! This isn't funny! I really wanted those bananas."

"Oh, trust me shank, it's funny." He chuckled. "You're seriously getting worked up over a bunch of bananas. It's the cutest thing I've ever seen you do."

"You know what would have been cuter, Minho? Me eating a banana!" the boy snapped. He slumped against the counter, disappointed with the whole ordeal. More than anything, he was annoyed. Minho didn't need to take three bananas for himself, the slint-head.

He gave the boy a scathing glare. On any other person, it would have worried them – scared them even, but to Minho, having Thomas glare at him was like a mouse standing up against a cat. Truly adorable and definitely delectable.

Minho raised his hands genially. "Oh no please, not the glare. Don't hate me Thomas, how would I ever survive?"

"You don't. I'm killing you tonight."

He laughed. He pulled Thomas into a hug before the boy could protest and stole his lips for a kiss.

"You're a cute shank sometimes." Minho murmured, capturing his lips again. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. I promise."

Thomas grumbled.

He melted into the embrace and allowed Minho to take his lips again. He could faintly taste the sweetness of his stolen banana on the boy's tongue.

A click from the doorway stole their attention. Newt stepped into the dorm, a grocery bag in hand. He held up the bag to Thomas, an amused grin still on his lips.

"Went out and bought ya bananas, Tommy."

Thomas latched onto Newt with a cheerful cry, nearly knocking the tall boy over in his exuberance. Minho pouted.

"I was going to do that."

"Too late." Newt chortled. "Tommy loves me more now. You can sleep in the dog house. Pay for your crimes, Minho."

Minho gasped theatrically. He pressed a hand against his chest and fluttered his lashes rapidly. "You dare punish me for eating all the bananas? And here I thought I was your favorite shank."

"You've dishonored us. You're a banana fiend now."

Thomas tore a piece from the bundle of bananas and quickly peeled the yellow, spotty skin. He moaned into the bite, feeling his teeth sink into the soft, sweet tasting fruit. His second bite led to another loud, slow moan, his taste buds exploding in ecstasy.

Both boys eyed the banana almost jealously.

"I think we should ban bananas from the dorm." Minho proposed on Thomas' third groan. "That thing puts us to shame."

"Don't be jealous Min," Newt snickered, patting the boy on the shoulder. "I'm sure they'll invite you to bed."

"Hah haha, very funny shank."

Minho grabbed another piece of banana and joined Thomas in banana heaven.

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