"This is a stupid idea." Thomas grumbled as he squeezed Newt's hand in his. They were currently sitting in a restaurant, a fancy one at that, with him fidgeting every second.

"Relax, Tommy." Newt assured him. Well, tried. Thomas just gave his boyfriend a weak smile. He was doing this for Newt and not for that Gally guy. Ugh, he hated him so much. Why was Newt even considering taking the bastard's offer? Thomas was sure the prick knew it was his only move to meet Newt again. "He's not a bad guy. I know I speak to him like he is like that but he's just really kinky. He's nice. Trust me."

"I do trust you." Thomas kissed Newt's cheek before pecking him in the lips, "It's the Gally guy I don't trust."

Newt just chuckled at him most likely because they were in a public place where everyone was not yet accustomed to a gay relationship and Thomas did not give a crap about showing public display of affection. It always made Newt adorable when he chuckled like that and Thomas can't help but smile stupidly at him.

After Newt told Thomas about Gally being back on town, which was a week ago, the two had been texting back and forth. It did not worry Thomas though because Newt told him that it was just catching up texts, nothing too serious. The time Gally asked about Newt's love life though, that was when Thomas felt a hint of jealousy. Well, he always felt jealous when Newt managed to notice Gally when they were on a date or watching a movie but he did not say anything because the last thing Thomas wanted was to give Newt a reason to slowly go back to Gally. Just. No.

Then, the stupid shank told Newt that he wanted to meet Thomas. Of course, Thomas said no. A hundred times. A MILLION TIMES. The mere thought of seeing Gally personally and trying to imagine Newt with bruises all over his body was enough for him to start punching a wall. He was so stubborn that Newt had to use sex to get him to agree on meeting the guy. Thomas tried to resist. He really did, but the sight of Newt moaning and riding him deliciously slow was too much for his brain to comprehend. So now, here they were, waiting for Gally (who was 30 minutes late).

"Stop fidgeting!" Newt yelled/whispered which made Thomas drop the fork he was absentmindedly playing with.

"Sor-"

"He's here!" Newt stood up so fast that he needed to do a double take to make sure if the movement was real or not. Newt had a grin on his face and Thomas looked at the position to where the blonde's eyes fixated.

Gally, or so he thought based on how Newt described his eyebrows, wore a dark blue long sleeve, a pair of tight-fitting black jeans and a pair of black sneakers. Thomas hated to admit it but Gally looked good. He had styled his hair to perfection, strikes of dirty blonde hair sticking out strategically to the sides. He was built like Minho but he was not quite sure. Gally craned his head to find the couple and when he did, he sprinted to them.

'Good. At least he acknowledged the fact that he was late.' Thomas thought.

"Newt!" Gally breathlessly said as he took Newt for a hug. Let's just say that the gesture did not make Thomas' nostrils flare.

"Gally!" Newt patted the boy's back and chuckled, "It's so nice to see you again!"

Gally pulled back first as he continued to smile at Newt. God, what a flirt. Thomas was already bubbling inside and Gally's not-so-subtle smile at Newt was not helping. Worst of all, Newt seemed oblivious.

"This is Thomas." Newt's touch broke Thomas' death glare towards Gally and immediately put on his best 'I'm the boyfriend and your nothing' smile. "My boyfriend." Thomas beamed at how Newt said it. It was soft and filled with fondness

'Yep. He loves me.' Thomas thought.

"Boyfriend, huh?" Gally offered his hand, giving Thomas a knowing smirk. Hesitantly, Thomas took the hand and shook it. "I see you've tamed the lion."

"I guess he really needed a good master." Thomas smirked back but it only got him a slap on the head.

Newt squinted his eyes at him and Thomas just shrugged. Gally chuckled and sat in front of them.

After deciding what to eat, they ordered and waited for the food. Thomas was just staring at Gally suspiciously when the other two made small talk. The shank was flirting with Newt. He can tell. It irked and disturbed him. If he was really flirting, then the guy had major issues on personal space.

"Isn't that right, Tommy?" Newt suddenly craned his head towards the spacing out brunette. Newt slapped him that made Thomas jump.

"What?"

"Never mind." Newt waved his hand at Thomas and focused on Gally again, "Sorry. He space out sometimes. He's adorable like that." Newt said as he squeezed Thomas' thigh.

"I'm sure he is." Gally said, taking a sip of his water, "You're more adorable though." He smirked at Newt. Thomas' ears were probably red from wanting to go all crazy and punch Gally right now.

"So, Thomas." The dirty blonde eyed Thomas and leaned on the table, "How'd you meet Newt?"

"We fucked."

"TOMMY!"

After that unprecedented and explicit remark, Thomas was forbidden to speak again. Gally and Newt continued their small talk, sharing a laugh here and there. It was comfortable because Gally finally turned down his flirting with Newt.

The two were laughing then he heard his name being called.

"Where did Newt take you, Thomas?" Gally asked, taking a bite from his steak.

"Um..." He turned to Newt for reassurance and when the blonde did not flinch, he continued, "The boy's locker room." He whispered. He was not ashamed of what they did (because it was so hot!) but he was more ashamed because they were talking about sex in an oh so public place. What surprised him was the fact that Gally knew that Newt was the one who made the first move. Maybe that was how the blonde's adventures always start? He did not know.

"Wow!" Gally nodded, "All the way?" Gally added. Wow, the boy's streak for lack of personal space is getting higher and higher.

"Um. Yeah." Thomas answered awkwardly until he felt Newt's hand on his thigh. Thomas looked up to him and Newt just had an innocent smile on.

"He must've really liked you!" Gally leaned on his chair, grinning at Thomas. "Our first time, he sucked me off in one of the classrooms."

Thomas was about to make a remark about sharing his sexual adventures with Newt without any type of consent that it was okay until he felt Newt's hand caressing his thigh ever so slowly that what came out was just a pathetic sigh.

"Well, I really fancied Thomas here." Newt looked at Thomas and flashed him his biggest smile. Thomas was just flabbergasted by Newt's ability to be doing things to him while seemingly acting like nothing is happening. Shit, it was hot.

"So, when have you guys started dating?" Gally asked, not really picking who he asked it to so Thomas decided to speak before he blushed.

"2 months ago. We became official a week ag..." Thomas chocked on the last word when Newt started working his way up to Thomas' upper thigh.

"You okay, Thomas?" Gally asked, genuine worry on his face, "Do you need water?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm f-fine." Thomas panted as Newt was massaging his hip now, very close to his semi.

"Okay, buddy." Gally smiled and turned to Newt. "When did you realized you loved the shank?" Thomas would have reacted at the name but Newt's hand was occupying his train of thought and all he was thinking was how close Newt was on where Thomas needed it the most.

"It just came along, I guess." Newt said in a subtle voice. How was he doing this? Here the blonde was seducing Thomas publicly (it is working, by the way) yet still maintain good posture and attitude. It's like horny Newt and proper Newt were not the same person but only in the same body.

"It was hard at first," the blonde continued and Thomas gasped when Newt took his hard on and palmed him through his jeans. Thomas' lips were quivering by how much he wanted to moan and squirm in pleasure but he can't. Not in a public place like this. All he can do was curl his toes and pray to the heavens that he does not come right there.

"I mean it took a lot of stroking my ego," Thomas basically wanted to cry when Newt's palm curled around Thomas' bulge and started stroking him slowly. He bit his lip because he was very close to groaning.

The fact is, he can stop this. He can move away from Newt and make the devilishly teasing blonde stop his actions but he can't. He wanted to move but the thought of not feeling Newt's hand against his hard on was so unpleasant and revolting, so he stayed. Against his better judgement, he stayed.

Thomas legs was wide spread apart now as Newt and Gally kept talking. Thomas tried to listen in on the conversation but how could he? Newt's stroking was getting faster and he was so so close.

"N-Newt..." Thomas closed his eyes for an little while the feeling of pleasure washed over him. He needed the blonde to go faster.

"Yes, Tommy?" Newt turned to him and so did Gally. And that was when it all went to hell, when Gally asked Thomas what was wrong, Newt's handjob picked up it's pace. Thomas had to shift in his seat a couple of times because of the stimulation. Newt was using his wrist that's why his shoulder was not moving. He was skilled like that.

"Tommy?" Newt asked, a knowing smile on his face. Teasing fucker.

Thomas turned to Gally when the boy noticed how red Thomas' face had become. Before Thomas can even mutter an answer (or a pathetic mewl), he felt the burning pool in his groin, he was about to come.

Thomas leaned in on Newt and lied his head on the blonde's shoulders, bucking his hips up to Newt's movements.

"Tommy? You okay?" Newt asked loudly. Thomas swore he heard a hint of a laugh there.

"Arghhh!" Thomas groaned loudly when it hit him. Waves and waves of pleasure overtook his body and his ability to be discreet vanished. Newt made Thomas ride out his orgasm and Thomas lied his head heavily on Newt's shoulders as he was basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, forgetting that they were in a public restaurant and having dinner with one of Newt's friend. Thank god for the table.

"Maybe Thomas' feeling under the weather?" Thomas heard Gally said, "Let's call it a night."

"Right." Newt agreed and then his hands were off of Thomas, "I need to go to the bathroom. My hands feel sticky."

Thomas just groaned. Damn his cocky boyfriend.

Newt made his was to the bathroom and Thomas and Gally sat silently. Thomas was still on his euphoria that talking seems like a chore.

"So," Gally started, "Explosive orgasm you had there huh?"

Thomas head snapped so fast up that he was sure it was gonna detach from his body. "Wh-What?"

"I know Newt's moves." Gally smiled and sipped his water but still kept his eyes on Thomas, "Needless to say I got turned on."

Thomas eyes just widened. He can't deal with this right now. Gally just said he got turned on by Newt giving Thomas a public handjob.

"What'd I miss?" Thomas jumped when he heard Newt's voice again.

"Oh, nothing." Gally answered. "Just talking to Thomas here."

Thomas was just there. Dumbfounded.