They were trying to not think to their audience, but it wasn't easy in that aseptic room with neon lights and disinfectant smell.
They were crowding on an hospital bed, Newt sitting between Tommy and Minho. Ava'd just finish to put sensors all around Newt's head, little wireless, white chip with little led lights, and in Minho's opinion they looks like a fancy, high-tech, flower crown. That, and the white shirt he was wearing, made him look like a blushing bride in her wedding day.
Minho wanted avoid to think that on the other side of the mirror, RatMan and Chancellors Paige were watching them, but he couldn't stop to look in that direction. Or, at least, he couldn't stop till the moment Newt's hand reached for his cheek, and forced him to looks the blonde in his honey-colored sweet eyes. "don't mind them, just look at me, nothing else matter…" Newt ended this little speech with a kiss, that started chaste and became more passionate in few second.
Minho went backwards till his back leant against the headboard, with Newt resting against his chest. Thomas was kneeling behind Newt, and after a moment to make his mind, he bent over him, and started to kiss Newt's neck as in the meanwhile his hands grabbed the pinched hips of the blonde.
Under his hands, Newt rotate to face him, leaning is back against Minho's defined pectoral. The hands of the asiatic boy rose on the blonde slim chest, caressing all the skin he could reach lifting the other boy's shirt.
Thomas was kissing Newt now, like that was his only way to breath. His hands from Newt's hips sliding down the older boy's trousers.
Before he knew what's happening, Newt was naked between his two best friends, and there were two right hands on his cock, and two pair of lips on his neck and chest. He soundly swallowed air, ready to lost himself in the arousal, when the shit hit the proverbial fan.
Alby was there, staring at Newt with a disgusted expression. "you, slut, stupid whore, you are good only to open your legs, aren't you?" were the venomous words on Alby's mouth.
Minho was the first one to realize something was wrong with the blonde in his arms. He kicked Thomas leg, to gain his attention. Well, it took couple of hit anyway, to distract Thomas from Newt's neck "What?" was the brunette clueless question.
But in that moment he realized that Newt's mind wasn't on the game anymore, as the brown eyes were focused on an empty spot on the left of the bed.
"Hey, Newt? Are you ok?"
In that moment tears appeared on Newt eyes as he start to whisper 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive, Alby, I love you Alby I'm sorry' again and again and Minho felt his hopes sink. So, when he turn to the mirror to ask "What's happening?", his tone lacked of the usual boldness.
"From our reading, looks like the Flare is trying to protect itself…" was Ava's answer through the intercom.
"Should we interrupt this experiment?" the asian boy asked to no-one as he wrapped his arms around the blonde midsection, his cheek pressing on Newt hair.
Thomas didn't seems to hear him, He grabbed Newt cheeks firmly in his hands and used his thumbs to dry the tears. "Newt, we are alone here. Alby is not here, is only in your mind. He is not real, let him go, please, let him go.
As you said before don't mind him, just look at me, nothing else matter…"
Newt's eyes still unfocused, and he was crying and asking Alby to forgive him for a little more time, drawing his legs to is chest and wrapping his hands around his ears defensively. "Please please Alby, stop".
"He is not here, Newt, it's just you and me and Minho"
Minho followed him whispering in the blonde ear "Yeah, there is no one else here with you, only me and Tommy, Tommy and me, please Newt, it's just Tommy and me"
Newt breath settled down a little, and he shook his head before slightly turning to Minho: "I'm the only one that can call him 'Tommy', shuck face". After that, he tuned to the brunette "Please Tommy, send him away, make Alby stops, please".
Tommy kissed his forehead "He will not hurt you, he is not here, just say focused on me and Minho, ok?" At that Newt answer with a little nod, and some of the tension left his body.
Minho sighed in relief, but Thomas still wearing a worried expression. Before the older boy could ask anything, the intercom spoke again "Guys, you have to finish that as soon as possible, the reading from his brain are all but comforting"
In the meantime Thomas' hand risen one hand to Newt face, to dry his new tears, only to end up with a red strained hand. "Minho, he is crying blood" was the brunette scared whisper.
"shuck it"
