Thomas hated having to be all dressed up and fancy for the stupid work parties Newt dragged him to, but the fact that going made Newt incredibly happy kept him going anyway. 'Those wide, doe eyes should not have that kind of power over me,' Thomas though as he finished another glass of Champaign. Newt chatted away happily with one of the girls in the marketing office while he traced patterns absently on Thomas' knee. Pretending to listen, Thomas let his mind wander off since he wasn't really expected to actively participate in any meaningful conversation. Thomas draped his arm against Newt's thigh which earned him a sly smile from the blonde. Feeling a bit brave at the table cloth hiding anything from view, Thomas dared a little higher with his hand. Newt stuttered over his words at the movement but otherwise maintained a neutral expression while Thomas' fingers probed up higher. The brunet bit the insides of his cheeks to keep himself from laughing at the otherwise oblivious girl and poor Newt who was suffering from his wayward thoughts.
Newt clasped Thomas' hand in his own when Thomas' hand began its upward movements again, threatening to undue him at a moment's notice. Newt's thoughts grew fuzzy when Thomas began to trace out his name on his inner thigh, a little too close for Newt's comfort level in a work related situation. Easing out a shaky breath, Newt attempted to focus on the flow of the conversation without giving away the show he was feeling under the table. The girl that was discussing a new commercial they were filming turned to face Newt again, looking quite puzzled at Newt's strained expression.
"Newt, you look terrible, are you feeling okay?" she asked. He groaned lightly as Thomas' thump pressed down on the zipper of his pants and slid down until it hit the chair.
"It's suddenly feels incredibly hot in here. Maybe I should step outside for a little while," Newt suggested. She nodded and stood up at the same time as Newt. "I'll be fine; I'm probably going to go home here in a minute actually." Newt quickly darted out a side door, leaving Thomas and the girl behind in his rush.
"It was nice meeting you Carrie," Thomas said, trying to smooth the ugly expression on her face. "I'll be getting him home now." He found his boyfriend a few minutes later, leaning over the railing of the balcony.
"You are an ass," Newt spat though no real malice was in the words.
"But I'm your very hot piece of ass, am I not?" Thomas bantered. Newt glared at him for the comment, but refrained from his usual smack to the head. "Let me know when you've calmed down enough to walk out of here right." With that, Thomas leaned over the railing too, his chin resting on Newt's shoulder and arm wrapped around his waist.
"Alright, lover-boy. Let's go, but you are never going to be invited to another party again."
"Halleluiah!"