Chapter 17.

The Right Arm gave them each a sleeping bag and told them to get comfortable because they had a long day the next day.

Thomas and Newt opened their sleeping bags, put one on the ground to be their spport, and the other one as a blanket.

They were away from the rest of the group, so they both decided to sleep.. not clothed.

They hadnt had uninterrupted sex forever. Last time Thomas like.. passed out.

So that's what they did.

They were far from the group, but still had to be relatively quiet.

It started out cute, Newt nipping at Thomas' neck, before Thomas turned his head to kiss Newts lips. From there it just escalated. Newt got on top of Thomas, grinding his hips lowly as they made out. Their erections rubbed against each other and god it felt great.

When Newt pulled his lips off Thomas' to kiss his neck, Thomas put two of his fingers in his mouth and got them all wet, before reaching down and inserting one of those lubed up fingers in Newt. Newt gasped, he was not expecting that. He let out a long, but quiet, moan and moved his hips with the movement of Thomas' finger. Slowly, Thomas inserted a second finger, which made Newt whimper but moan at the same time and move his hips so the fingers go deeper inside of him. Thomas started scissoring his fingers enjoying the way his boyfriend reacted. "Oh.. Oh Tommy!" He moaned, he tried to reach for Thomas' erection, but Thomas hit a spot that made him shudder and gasp/moan. "Please.. oh please, im ready." Newt whispered, pleasure written all over his face.

Thomas flipped them over so he was on top of Newt. He spread Newts legs and almost came right there, the way he looked with the moonlight hitting him, back arched and erection definetly prominent. God he was so sexy. Thomas lined himself up and bucked his hips forward, entering Newt hard and deep. Newt put his arm in front of his mouth and bit down on it, so he didnt scream out in pleasure. His muffled moan and back arch made Thomas need to go deeper.

"Oh fuck." Newt whispered, breathless.

Thomas smirked and grunted as he thrusted into his boyfriends tight whole.

Newt pulled Thomas down, nails scratching at his back. "harder." Newt moaned.

Thomas happily oblidged and thrusted harder, moaning and growning as he did.

The noises his boyfriend was making were making him weak, he felt himself so close to cumming. He started moving faster, letting out small moans, they got higher in pitch the closer he came and eventually he came, inside his lover.

Newt however, didn't. Thomas just fucked his hole, he didnt even touch him. Seeing as Thomas had already cum, Newt decided to play with himself.

He wrapped his hand around his own member and started pumping. Thomas was about to go down on him, but instead he watched his boyfriend pleasure himself, it made him want a round 2. He spread Newts legs as he pleasured himself, and rubbed his inner thighs. Newt bucked his hips to go with hands movement. He shuddered as he came, moving his hips through the whole high. Thomas smirked at Newt. "Now that's what I call sexy." Thomas growled as he leaned over Newt to kiss him. But Newt turned his face and shoved his cum-covered hand at Thomas, who licked it clean.

"Mmmmm." Thomas licked his lips after and wraped his arms around his gorgeous, panting, boyfriend.

Newt slumped against Thomas. "we havent done anything that intense since the maze." Newt whispered. "I'm gonna be walkin' funny tomorrow" He smirked, looking at Thomas, who laughed.

They cuddled for a while, but neither of them fell asleep, they were both still riding off their high.

"Remember our first time?" Newt whispered.

Thomas grinned and nodded. "Of course I do." He rubbed his boyfriends back.

Newt kissed Thomas' chest. "I was so nervous." Newt said.

Thomas laughed. "Me too. I didn't want to hurt you."

Newt laughed and looked up at Thomas. "Lucky you, you didn't." he grinned.

Thomas smiled and held his boyfriend tightly. "Lucky me. Because now I can do it all over again, as many times as I want." Thomas growled, running his hand down Newts back, to his butt, and squeezing it.

Newt gasped and slapped Thomas' chest.

Thomas laughed.

"Remember our first kiss?" Thomas said.

"Intense." Newt nodded.

Thomas grinned, they just talked about the things they did in the maze and their friends and everything, until eventually they fell alseep.

They woke up to the sounds of gun shots.

Thomas and Newt both pulled on their boxers and pants, then found their way to the rest of the group, protecting eachother from the incoming shots.

Thomas and Newt found shelter behind a rock and held eachother tightly.

They looked around for the rest of the group. Minho and Aris were holding each other, they both had messy hair and didnt have shirts on. Most likely doing what Newt and Thomas had been doing.

Brenda and Jorge were safe.

Frypan was safe.

Teresa was... nowhere to be found.

"Where's Teresa?" He looked at Newt, who was squirming because his butt hurt no matter how he sat.

"what?" He looked around, then noticed her standing out in the open.

"Teresa! What are you doing?!" Thomas yelled.

"It's okay! I signaled them!" She shouted back.

Thomas looked over to where Minho was. He looked worried. "Teresa! Stop! Get down!" Newt yelled.

"They wont hurt us! Just them!" She said.

That's when Thomas got up and the Berg that Wicked was in landed. Janson stepped out. "Thomas." He smiled.

Thomas just made a face, arms crossed. "Are you insane?!" He mumbled to Teresa.

She sighed and started walking towards them. "TERESA!" Thomas grabbed her arm, but she pulled it back and walked to them. Thomas took a step backwards and shook his head.

That's when the Right Arm went into action.

Thomas heard a gun shot and ducked, then went to hide behind a rock, the closest was the one with Minho and Aris.

Minho had an arm wrapped around Aris' chest, holding him protectively. "Are you alright?" He asked Thomas.

Thomas stared at the ground. Physically he was fine. But he just found out that his best friend was a traitor, so he didnt know how to feel about that..

It took him so long to answer, that Minho frantically called Newt over.

Newt ran, he was running weirdly because his butt still hurt from being rammed into repetitively, but he ran behind the right arm army, to get to his boyfriend. "Tommy." Newt whispered.

"I'm.. I'm fine." Thomas nodded.

Newt pulled Thomas into him, Thomas' head on Newts chest, holding him tightly. He didnt need to know what was wrong to confort him.

Eventually, the shooting stopped and Newt was bringing Thomas somewhere.

Where? He didn't know.

But he also didn't care.

He got into a vehicle and felt it start to move. "She... My best friend betrayed us." Thomas looked at Newt.

Newt gave him a sypthetic look and held him close.

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