A/N: It's the last day of my Christmas holidays and soon the school will be messing up my head again. Luckily I got a lot of stuff figured out considering my fic during the holidays and I'm excited to share it with you guys. Thanks so much for keeping up with me and supporting my story! I'm very grateful for each and every one of you!

Here's something most of you have probably been waiting for.. Please share your thoughts with me and enjoy! x

Tell me do you feel the same
Hold me in your arms again

Newt had been pacing a small circle in front of the door leading to the showers for a good thirty minutes. He had barely got any sleep at all last night. Again. This time it was all Minho's fault.

Just as Newt had been about to climb the stairs in the Homestead to finally fall to his own, soft bed and sleep all the exhaustion away, Minho had stopped him by slipping a small piece of paper into his hand and winking at him before disappearing again. Newt had blinked after him a couple of times before taking the rest of the steps upstairs and opening the folded note in the peace of his room.

"The showers. 6am. Take all the time you need."

Newt still had his old Runner watch but he hadn't worn it after he stopped running. He had kept it in the small drawer of his bedside table ever since, only occassionally taking a look at it. Time didn't matter in the Glade as much as it did in the Maze and anyway, over the years Newt had developed quite a skill to tell the time by the changes in the light, the move of the walls and other regular, everyday things happening around them.

Last night, however, he had squeezed the small watch in his fist, lying on his back on the bed and staring at the roof of his room, sneaking glances at the small watch every few minutes. He had dozed off only momentarily and when it was five o'clock in the morning, he just couldn't lie still anymore and he made his way out of the Homestead altogether.

And here he was now, waiting for Thomas to finally arrive.

He swept his hands over his face and hair for the umpteenth time, groaning softly.

"Get a bloody grip," he muttered quietly, irritated with himself.

Newt exhaled heavily and stopped his mindless pacing finally, leaning against the door and sliding down slowly to sit on the step before the door. He pulled his knees up, hanging his head between them and trying to get his beating heart under control.

He sat there silently for several minutes before he heard the unmistakable sound of approaching steps. Newt's head snapped up and his pulse started to speed up immediately.

Newt had no time left to prepare himself as suddenly Thomas burst out from the left corner of the building, stopping in his tracks as soon as his eyes descended on Newt. Newt felt something expand in his chest for seeing the Greenie again, first time in days, and felt the irrational urge to run and throw himself in his arms as he did in his dream. His cheeks colouring slightly pink, Newt rose back to his feet, never breaking the delicate eye contact.

Finally Thomas appeared to come back to his senses and the vulnerability on his face that the surprise of seeing Newt there had created was quickly replaced by the emotionless, unreadable mask of indifference again.

"What are you doing here?" Thomas demanded. All the walls between them were back in mere seconds and Newt's heart twisted painfully in his chest.

"I need to talk to you, Tommy, and I need you to listen to me," Newt said, taking a small step closer, gazing steadily into Thomas's eyes.

"Really? We haven't talked to each other in days and we've managed just fine. I'd say we just keep it that way," Thomas remarked, his fists curling by his sides. Newt didn't miss the slight tremble in Thomas's voice, though.

"No! I'm not letting you get away with this. I'm not letting your bloody stubborness come between us anymore! There's something I have to say and you're bloody well gonna listen to me!" Newt shouted, his body trembling and betraying him as tears moistened in his eyes. He draw in a sharp breath; he wouldn't let the tears slip.

Thomas stared at him, slightly taken aback by Newt's sudden outburst. Thomas opened his mouth slightly but before the boy could say anything, Newt cut him off.

"You want to hear the truth, Tommy? Because that's what you're gonna get. Since the day I met you, I've been slowly going mad. It's not enough that I can barely keep my eyes off of you during the day, you have to bloody sneak up to my dreams when I sleep and keep me awake for days straight because I just can't stop thinking about you. I've been trying to fight it because bloody hell, this isn't anything I've ever experienced before and I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do. But I'm bloody sure I've been one shucking mess since you freaked out about Alby and wouldn't talk to me anymore. And I'm bloody sure I'm not losing you because of some stupid misunderstanding that would've been over and done with ages ago if you would've just listened to me!"

Newt swallowed hard, feeling slightly light-headed after the words had poured out of his mouth, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Thomas gazed at him, wide-eyed, the mask slipping from his face completely by Newt's words. His eyes were full of wonder and the boy looked like he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"I-I never thought you.. I thought.. you were with Alby?" Thomas mumbled, clearly having trouble trying to find the words.

Newt shook his head tiredly. "Me and Alby have history, yes, but things have ended between us months ago. They had ended for me, at least. I wasn't really expecting Alby to force himself on me like he did the other day.." Newt's voice drifted off, pain appearing on his features. It still wasn't easy to talk about the incident aloud.

"Wait, are you saying that..? Oh my God," Thomas uttered, shock taking over his face. "He.. He hurt you?" Thomas stared at Newt's eyes intently and seemed to find the answer there as the boy suddenly swore loudly, raising his trembling hands to tug at his hair. "I will fucking kill that bastard."

Newt twitched visibly at the sudden rage in Thomas's voice, "Thomas, stop it, it's okay-"

"It's not shucking OKAY, Newt, he-" Thomas shouted but stopped short as he glanced at Newt again and noticed how on edge the boy already was. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down for Newt's sake. Then a new thought appeared to have crossed his mind as the boy suddenly groaned.

"Oh man, I can't believe what an ass I've been.. Newt, I'm so, so sorry."

Without thinking, Thomas had started to close the distance between them, stopping a mere yard away. His eyes were full of regret and concern and Newt's breath hitched in his chest by the intensity in Thomas's gaze.

"Newt.. I swear I had no idea.. Are you alright?" Thomas asked him urgently, raising his hand but stopping it soon, unsure of what he could and couldn't do.

Newt eyed his hand before taking a step closer and raising his own hand to meet Thomas's, intertwining their slightly trembling fingers together. A slow smile started to spread on his lips as he gazed at the dark-haired boy from under his eyelashes.

"Not really.. But I will be." Then he closed the remaining distance between them, curled his free hand around Thomas's neck and brought their mouths together, kissing his lips softly.

Thomas stood frozen for only a second before he responded to the kiss, moving his lips in sync with Newt's. He brought his own free arm around Newt's waist, drawing him closer. Their joined hands were squeezed between them and they loosened their fingers, moving their palms against each other for a moment before sliding them over each other's bodies.

Newt had dreamed of kissing Thomas so many times but he had to admit not even his wildest imaginations lived up to the reality. There was nothing like the warmth of Thomas's soft lips against his own, his brown, thick hair between his fingers or the strong, lean body quivering against him. There was nothing like the pounding of his heart or the blood rushing through his veins, so very alive and tingling from head to toes.

This is real.

This is finally real.

As Newt's tongue swept lightly over Thomas's lower lip, the boy drew in a sharp breath but opened his mouth pliantly for Newt to discover. As their tongues touched, Newt felt a knot unfurling in his stomach and heat spread over his whole body.

Slowly but surely their kisses started to heat up. Thomas's hands were roaming all over Newt's back, his arms, his shoulder blades, the nape of his neck. Newt's both hands had found their way to Thomas's hair but suddenly he brought them to rest on the boy's shoulders, starting to push him backwards until the younger boy's back hit the wall of the building. As the back of Thomas's head was knocked to the wall slightly, the boy drew his mouth momentarily away from Newt's, opening his eyes and gazing at the boy before him with a dazed expression.

Newt panted hard, letting his hands slid lower to settle on Thomas's waist before opening his own eyes and gazing at those hazel eyes intently. Thomas's cheeks were flushed and lips slightly swollen from the kissing.

"Tired already, Tommy?" Newt inquired, his eyebrow arched and a challenge twinkling in his eyes.

"You wish," Thomas growled before claiming Newt's mouth again.

As their mouths were savouring each other, Newt slipped his thumbs beneath the hem of Thomas's shirt, swiping them over the bare skin. Thomas trembled suddenly, drawing in a shuddering breath between kisses. Newt's eager hands disappeared under Thomas's shirt completely, splaying over his hot skin, exploring. Thomas's skin was slightly sticky with sweat and as Thomas's hands grasped his own hips tightly, an idea crossed Newt's heatened thoughts.

"I think you could use a shower, Tommy," Newt smirked against Thomas's lips and drew back just enough to utter the words aloud.

Thomas pushed their foreheads together, opening his eyes and looking at the flushed blonde in front of him. As their eyes locked, the dark-haired boy whispered, "In that case.. I insist to have company."

And quicker than Newt had ever seen him, Thomas seized hold of Newt's arm, threw the door to the showers open and drew Newt in. Suddenly Newt was squeezed between the door and Thomas's strong body, the younger boy snogging him senseless.

Something inside Newt flared up like a bonfire and there was no stopping what was about to happen between them. Shirts were discarded in mere seconds and their trousers, socks and shoes followed suit in no time. Wearing only their underwear, Thomas started backing towards the line of showers on their right, Newt pushing him along.

Thomas gasped loudly as his back hit the cool surface of the tiles. Newt turned the shower on, adjusting the water temperature from cool to warm before stepping under the spray and drawing Thomas against him.

The spray of water hit the boys, drenching them in no time. Their hands didn't seem to get enough of each other's bodies and they kept exploring every exposed inch of skin they could reach. The skin to skin contact had been almost too much, but now when they were both slick with water, the throbbing in Newt's boxers was unbearable. His tongue slid across Thomas's cheek, his teeth nipping the sensitive skin just below his jaw. Thomas moaned aloud and Newt couldn't help rolling his hips against the other boy. The growl that escaped both their throats at the sensation was enough to make Thomas lower his hands on Newt's underwear-clad arse, tugging at the wet fabric impatiently. "I need these off," Thomas murmured, urgency lacing his hoarse voice.

"Go ahead," Newt breathed against Thomas's neck. That was all the assurance Thomas needed, and the boy stripped Newt off his boxers and slipped out of his own as well.

There was absolutely nothing between them now, and as Newt closed the distance between their bodies altogether, the sensation so intense hit him that he was forced to curl his arm around Thomas's back to steady himself.

"Tommy.." Newt whimpered. Thomas cradled Newt's jaw with his palm, making the second-in-command look at him straight in the eyes.

"Newt.. You have no idea what you do to me," Thomas said with such wonder in his voice and eyes that it hurt Newt's heart.

"I have a pretty good idea, actually," Newt murmured as a wicked grin spread over his lips and his hips thrust against Thomas.

Thomas's head arched back with a groan and Newt used the opportunity to plant his lips to the outstretched neck, sucking the delicate skin and nipping it lightly with his teeth. Newt kept moving his hips against Thomas's in an accelerating pace when he felt the other boy's hand wander across his chest and stomach. Thomas turned his head and caught Newt's lips again with his own at the exact moment as his hand curled around their hardened members. Newt's eyes widened and his mouth parted from Thomas's with shock as Thomas moved his hand slowly up and down.

Thomas's eyes were heavy with desire as they locked with Newt's. The blonde-haired boy noted faintly how on edge the Greenie was himself and couldn't help the smirk forming on his lips. But the look on Thomas's eyes was searching.

"Is.. Is this okay?" the boy asked, a tiny sliver of uncertainty creeping to his voice.

Newt groaned and dug his fingers to the skin of Thomas's back as he was holding him close.

"This is bloody amazing, Tommy," Newt managed as Thomas's hand suddenly squeezed a bit tighter around them.

Seemingly satisfied, Thomas picked up his pace, unable to hold it in anymore. Newt curled his arms around Thomas's shoulders and felt himself building up towards the point of utter pleasure.

"Yes, Tommy, faster, yeess-" Newt breathed and Thomas's hand gave them one final swipe that sent them both over the edge almost simultaneously. Newt's moan was so loud it pierced the steady sound of the running water and was muffled as he bit his teeth gently on Thomas's shoulder, almost unconsciously. He registered Thomas's surprised intake of breath only vaguely as the blood rushed through his body.

The two boys sagged against each other, panting hard and curling their arms around each other to hold themselves on their trembling feet.

A smile so wide that it lit up all his features spread on Newt's lips as he buried his face to the crook of Thomas's neck, feeling more content and right than ever before.

This is finally real.