A/N: Hey there! I wish you all had a good weekend! Here's chapter 4 for you, keep letting me know your thoughts! Enjoy!

There's so many things I wanna say
But there's too many things still in the way

Few hours later, after the Doors had sealed shut, Newt made his way to the Homestead, holding his dry and clean laundry in his hands. The place was starting to fill up, the Gladers having almost finished their work of the day. Newt nodded to a few boys in acknowledgement as he climbed the stairs to the first floor of the messy construction.

He opened the door leading to his room and closed it shut behind him. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. Slowly he walked to his bed and sat on top of the mattress, dumping the clean clothes in a heap next to him.

Then a hesitant knock at the door pierced the silence of the room. Newt went rigid and frowned, confused. Wondering who it would be and fearing the worst, he got up and walked to the door, throwing it open.

Newt's eyes widened a bit. "Tommy?" he croaked, utterly taken aback by the boy's appearance.

Thomas stared at him, looking more or less out of place, before clearing his throat and slightly raising his hand which was grasped around a small paper bag.

"Yeah.." Thomas murmured, biting his lip in a nervous manner.

Newt adjusted himself to lean on the doorframe, crossing his arms lightly over his chest. "What are you doing here?" he asked a bit in wonder.

Thomas shifted awkwardly from foot to foot before answering, raising his eyes to meet Newt's. "Well, you didn't show up at dinner. Nor lunch. Nor.. breakfast, I guess, either. I gathered you'd be hungry by now, so I grabbed you something from the kitchen and brought it, then. Here," Thomas held the bag to him, avoiding his eyes now.

Newt glanced between the bag and the boy, even more taken aback now. His stomach made a loud grumbling noise right then and there. He was hungry. "Uh, thanks, Greenie," he said, taking the bag from the boy. Thomas flashed a small smile and looked a bit lost at what to do next but then Newt opened his mouth again, surprising them both.

"Hey, you could come in if you want," Newt blurted out.

What the hell did I just do?

Newt could hear the hitch of breath Thomas took in at Newt's words and the way his body stilled. Newt swallowed hard.

Thomas was quiet for a while, staring into Newt's dark brown eyes. Then he turned his head slightly, avoiding Newt's eyes again.

"I-I have to go back to the kitchen. Frypan's orders. I didn't finish the dishes yet," Thomas explained hastily, trying to ease his words with a smile that seemed forced to Newt.

Newt couldn't help feeling a pang of disappointment and hurt wash through him. He blinked, confused by both Thomas's words and his own reaction to them but then got a grip of himself and answered, "Oh, yeah, sure. Work before all else, right?" He flashed a forced smile himself, starting to close the door again. "Enjoy yourself, Tommy."

Thomas twitched visibly at his words and looked as if he was about to say something but the door before him was already closed.

Newt listened on the other side of the door, his heart pounding loud in his chest. It took a while but in the end he heard Thomas's steps walking down the stairs.

Newt walked back to his bed, sitting down and leaning his elbows to his knees, burying his hands into his hair in frustration. His whole body suddenly felt so empty and his chest was inexplicably tight.

What the hell is happening to me?

*.*.*

It was dark and only the faint light of the moon illuminated the simple, small room lightly. Newt stared out of the window, his head resting on his pillow, his other hand tucked under it. It was so calm, so quiet..

Suddenly the bed under him shifted, as if another body had settled beside him. Newt turned his head around fast and felt breath leave his lungs as his eyes registered the moon-lit features of the boy next to him.

"Tommy?" he stuttered. "What- How-"

A smile started to spread slowly on Thomas's lips. He looked ravishing in the moonlight; his dark hair was almost black and his white shirt had rode up revealing the smooth skin of his stomach. The boy was lying on his side and leaning to the bed with his elbow.

"Always so questioning, aren't you, Newt?" Thomas murmured, starting to slide his hand over the narrow space between them. As his warm fingers found Newt's waist, sliding over his stomach and splaying over his hip, Newt's eyes closed shut and he sighed with pleasure. Such a small gesture but it was as if his skin was overly sensitive to Thomas's hands, every touch magnified.

"I-ah just wanna-" Newt mumbled as Thomas started to move his hand up his body, lifting his shirt higher as it slid over his side, brushing his nipple with his thumb, making Newt swallow and moan at the sensation, "know h-how you always manage to – ahh – sneak up on me-"

Thomas moved quickly, pushing Newt to his back, climbing to straddle his waist, both his hands resting on Newt's bare sides. Newt opened his eyes, taken by surprise, a breath escaping his lungs again. Thomas leaned over him, his lips descending on his jaw, starting to leave a trail of kisses there. Newt moaned under him and his hands finally found Thomas's body, slipping under his shirt to touch the muscles that quivered under his touch.

"Always so.. curious," Thomas whispered to his ear, nipping it with his teeth. Newt growled and moved his head to the side as Thomas started leaving open mouthed, wet kisses to his neck. Thomas's hands roamed over Newt's abdomen, starting to tug the shirt he was wearing.

Newt lifted himself obediently off the bed as Thomas's hands pulled his shirt off of him. He returned the favour by tearing Thomas's shirt over his head as well, then pulled him down against him, skin to skin.

As their lips touched, it was as if Newt was swallowed by a flame. Every part of his body started to burn, burn for Thomas, burn for more, more, more. Their mouths savoured each other as their bodies clung together, moving against each other. Their breathing grew heavier by each passing second, and Newt couldn't take it much longer.

He tore his mouth away from Thomas's. "Tommy, Tommy- ahh-" Thomas started attacking his neck again, distracting Newt badly. "Tommy, I need- I need you to- there-"

Thomas froze against him but after a second Newt could feel a smile spreading over his lips against his neck. Ever so slowly, Thomas started to kiss his neck again, his lips leaving a hot trail on his skin as his hands started to lower themselves on Newt's body, starting to tug at his trousers.

Newt lifted his hips eagerly off the bed, letting Thomas ease his trousers down with his underwear. Thomas gave Newt's lips a bruising kiss and then his hand was around him, squeezing lightly, starting to move excruciatingly slow..

"Tommy!"

*.*.*

Newt opened his eyes and was up, leaning his palms to the mattress, in mere seconds. His head felt dizzy and it took him a moment to become aware of his surroundings again. Taking in huge gulps of air he tried to calm himself down and wrap his mind around what was real and what wasn't.

It was a dream, you bloody idiot. Just.. a dream.

Newt squeezed his eyes shut, tugging at his hair with his hand, trying to push off the pain that was swirling through his chest. He couldn't understand why he was feeling so hurt, so out of place, as if there was something missing inside of him.

Why did the bloody Greenie always linger on the edge of his mind these days? Why did this ridiculous, smart, stubborn boy make him feel this way? Him and his.. body.

Newt groaned at the throbbing feeling in his pants. He couldn't ignore it no matter how hard he tried. Finally giving up, Newt settled back to his bed, guiding his hand under his pants to take care of the result of his dream.

It didn't take long before Newt's world turned into a bliss of pleasure and relief. As he breathed in and out, listening to his heart beat rapidly in his chest, he couldn't help turning his head to the side, watching the side of the bed that was now empty but only a while ago had been occupied by another boy.

Even if it all had happened in his head.. he hadn't ever felt like this before.