A/N: Hello guys! Happy first day of February! Here's a second update in a week, I hope it pleases you!

Now, about this chapter.. It's the most M-rated chapter I've ever written, so you have been warned.

Okay. Enjoy! x

(I am sorry.)

If there's a moment when it's perfect
We'll carve our names

A few hours later, Newt definitely felt the relaxing and freeing effect of alcohol in his veins. The celebration was still taking place around the slowly diminishing fire, and Thomas had definitely been the star of the night. Almost every boy in the Glade had come to congratulate him or just joke around. Thomas had been quite overwhelmed by all the attention but after a few drinks he visibly relaxed around the others, too.

Newt and Thomas were currently sitting on a log and Minho, a few Runners, Zart and some other boys formed a relaxed circle around them. The others were chatting and laughing loudly, but Newt found himself more or less zoned out as his thoughts were wandering. His hazy mind drifted off to the events of the morning and not for the first time that day.

Newt remembered all too well what it had felt like when Thomas's hands wandered all over his body, tearing his shirt over his head and what it was like to slide their slick, bare skin against each other as the warm water sprayed over them. Newt swallowed hard as he felt his trousers getting a bit too tight for the umpteenth time that day. So far he had been able to distract himself enough to calm down, but now as he had had maybe one or two bottles too many to drink, and Thomas was right next to him, their thighs touching and arms occassionally brushing each other, it was all finally getting too much for him.

It wasn't like they hadn't been touching each other and done plenty of kissing for every peaceful moment that day, it was quite the opposite actually. It was simply all Newt could ever have dreamed of and just not enough. He felt like he just couldn't get enough of Thomas. The dark-haired boy was undoubtedly the most fascinating human being Newt had ever met.

Newt was staring at Thomas's veiny, slightly hairy arms; those beautiful, strong hands and the long fingers that would run over Newt's skin, grabbing, squeezing, sliding, exploring and swiping so gently it would drive Newt mad.. Then he heard Thomas clearing his throat beside him, and the sound drew Newt's eyes to meet the darkened, burning irises of the boy.

Newt's breath hitched in his chest and he suddenly came to a decision. He licked his lips, still keeping their heated eye contact, and brought the bottle to his lips, tilting his head back just a bit and swallowing the last drops of his drink. Thomas watched him, transfixed, and his eyes roamed over Newt's face, his eyes, lips, and the base of his throat as it moved when Newt swallowed the drink. The boy's breathing grew heavy and a low growl escaped his throat.

Newt smirked and lowered the bottle, uttering out loud in a low, slightly raspy tone, "I'm gonna go get another drink."

Thomas's eyes widened a bit as Newt suddenly stood up, stepped over the log and started to make his way out of their circle. He could feel Thomas's eyes burning in his back, and if Newt let his hips sway just a little, he wouldn't mention it.

A few yards away, he could hear Thomas making excuses and soon there was a shuffling of steps behind him. Newt didn't allow himself to look back as he made his way to the box that held the drinks, finding the surroundings mostly empty, to his delight.

Newt stopped in front of the table on top of which the box lay. Few moments later he could feel a body pressing against his back and a hot breath tickling his neck. Newt shivered from pleasure and tilted his head back, unable to stop the soft sigh escaping his throat. Thomas nuzzled his face to the side of Newt's neck, swiping his tongue over the sensitive skin.

"Would it be," Thomas mouthed against Newt's skin, "acceptable," biting his neck, "if we sneaked off?"

Newt moaned lowly at the sensations flowing through his body and brought his hand up to curl in Thomas's hair. He squeezed the dark-brown, soft hair lightly and whispered back, "Just follow me."

Newt pulled away from Thomas's embrace suddenly, taking hold of the boy's wrist and starting to tug him along. He tried striding on a fast pace but had to slow down as his head started to spin and his steps faltered. Thomas went along, not making a sound behind.

The pair of them reached the Homestead in no time. As soon as Newt stepped over the threshold, Thomas suddenly snatched his hand away from Newt's hold and pushed the blond against the nearest wall, claiming Newt's mouth, as hungry as ever. Newt gasped into the kiss and steadied himself by resting his hands against the other boy's chest, curling his hands into the fabric of his shirt, pulling it tight.

Thomas's lips were unyielding. The dark-haired boy dragged his hands through Newt's hair and lowered them down his spine which caused Newt's back to curve and his stomach pressed against Thomas's, bringing their bodies so, so close.

"T-Tommy," Newt moaned as Thomas's hands swiped over his bottom and the boy moved his hips ever so slightly against Newt's.

"I just can't get enough of you," Thomas growled, his tongue pushing its way to Newt's mouth and devouring it. Newt was trembling from all the tension in his body that only seemed to get worse, his body tight like a wire. As Thomas pulled back to latch his mouth over Newt's jaw, biting and nibbing his skin, Newt craned his neck, his head resting against the wall.

The fair-haired boy opened his eyes, ever so slowly, and took in their surroundings. His gaze locked immediately to the figure of a boy standing a few yards away. The boy's mouth was hanging open in shock and his face was red as a tomato in the faint light that shone from the lamp in his hand.

Newt's hazed mind was utterly confused for a while, his brow wrinkling as he wondered why the hell would a Glader be in his room at this time. Then the boy realised they weren't even in his room, yet. They were in the middle of the Homestead, making out as if there was no tomorrow, all out in the open.

A laughter started bubbling in Newt's throat, he couldn't help it. With a grin the boy leaned over Thomas's ear, whispering, "We've got company, Tommy."

It took a while before the words registered on Thomas's mind, but as soon as they did, the boy froze, his hands plastered over Newt's ass.

The boy, Newt now recognized him as one of the Builders (Rob? Rick? Rowan?), just stood there, utterly dumbfounded.

"What the bloody hell are you starin' at? Get the bloody fuck out of here, and fast!" Newt growled, mustering as much threat and authority in his rough voice as he could in his drunken state. At Newt's words, the young boy seemed to snap out of his shock and he stumbled out of the building as fast as he could, almost tripping over his own feet.

As soon as the boy disappeared, the laughter finally escaped Newt's throat, and soon the blond was giggling in earnest, pressing his forehead against Thomas's shoulder.

Thomas growled, sliding his hands higher, settling them tightly over Newt's waist. However, the dark-haired boy couldn't quite keep his composure and Newt heard the boy chuckle in amusement as well.

After Newt calmed down a bit, he turned his head just a bit and started mouthing the base of Thomas's neck, placing wet kisses there and biting his teeth down occassionally. Thomas groaned and his hold on Newt's hips tightened.

"Let's move this upstairs, hm?" Newt breathed against Thomas's skin, smiling wickedly.

It didn't take long for Thomas to react to his words. In just a few seconds, the boy slid his hands to the back of Newt's thighs, gripping them tightly and lifting the other boy up as if he weighed nothing. Newt gasped in surprise and his legs curled automatically around Thomas's hips and his hands clasped tightly around the dark-haired boy's neck.

"Shuck, Tommy, what the hell are you doing? There's no way you're carrying me up those steps, you're gonna kill us both!" Newt shrieked as Thomas started to make his way to the staircase.

"Oh come on, Newt, have a little faith! I'm not as drunk as you think I am," Thomas growled just as his step faltered a little, causing them both to sway to the side.

"Yeah, right!" Newt huffed, tightening his hold. His heart was hammering against his ribs and a wave of emotions rushed through him. "If you drop me, I swear to God I'm gonna- aahh!" Newt started, irritated, but was cut off as a sudden pleasure washed over him as Thomas started suckling his neck.

"Oh- God.. Seriously?" Newt opposed weakly, craning his neck under the other boy's touches.

"Mmhhm.. I'm a multitasker, you see?" Thomas chuckled, low in his throat.

Thomas did make it up all the treacherous steps, holding Newt tightly against himself and kissing his neck. The moment they were on the safe ground again, Newt turned his head quickly and brought his hands up to the back Thomas's neck, fisting his hair and bringing their mouths together. The blond-haired boy bit Thomas's lower lip with his teeth, and earned an appreciative moan in response.

Suddenly Newt's back hit the door to his room and a startled gasp escaped his lips as Thomas pushed the door open using the blond as a counterforce. Thomas stepped over the threshold and kicked the offensive piece of wood tightly shut behind them. The next thing Newt's somewhat overheated brain registered was a feeling of momentary vertigo and then a soft mattress was pressing against his back. Thomas crawled to the bed after him, his body hovering over him, their mouths never coming fully apart from each other.

Newt's eager hands started tugging Thomas's shirt upwards, fingers sliding over his soft, hot skin. Thomas broke the kiss for a second to allow Newt to pull the shirt over his head and throw it to the floor. His lips descended on Newt's right after, and his hands slipped under Newt's tank top, pulling it up and bringing goosebumps on Newt's bare skin with his touch. The dark-haired boy helped Newt rise up just enough to strip the boy out of his top as well and his eager fingers returned to their mapping and exploring on the expanse of Newt's naked flesh.

As Thomas's hands started to lower themselves to the waistband of Newt's trousers, a snarl escaped Newt's throat and the fair-haired boy suddenly drew his mouth away, secured his hold on Thomas's shoulders and rolled them both over, switching their positions in a flash. A startled breath escaped Thomas's lungs and the boy stared wide-eyed at the smirking blond, now above him.

Newt leaned in and gave Thomas's lips one more hard kiss before moving to the side, licking his jawline and nipping the skin of his throat with his teeth, eliciting whimpers and moans from the other boy. The voices slipping past the dark-haired boy's mouth washed over Newt and made his blood flow faster, throbbing in his veins.

Newt mouthed his way all over Thomas's neck, his collarbones (biting and licking them until the skin was red), roaming his hands over the boy's sides (occassionally digging his fingernails in Thomas's skin, earning arousing gasps in return), his lips moving lower and lower. His slightly shaking hands made their way to the front of Thomas's pants, cupping the visible bulge and squeezing it, making Thomas's whole body arch as a loudest moan by far escaped his mouth.

Newt's fingers fumbled with the fastenings only for a moment before the boy was tugging the trousers lower, bringing his lips to Thomas's stomach, kissing along the faint line of dark hair under his navel, lingering on the sensitive skin just over the waistband of his boxers.

"Newt, I can't-" Thomas started but suddenly drew in a sharp breath as Newt took the grey, thin fabric of Thomas's boxers between his teeth and started dragging it down Thomas's waist, inch by inch. "H-holy shit!"

Newt pulled the underwear as low on the other boy's legs as his nerves allowed before crawling back up, hovering over Thomas's lower half and eyeing the flushed boy from under his eyelashes, a sly smirk playing on his lips. Thomas panted hard, his pupils dilated, but there were no signs of fear or discomfort that Newt was secretly afraid to find there.

Encouraged by Thomas's state, Newt lowered his head ever so slowly, blowing out a long, hot breath and bringing his hand around Thomas's hardened member. Without a warning, Newt dipped his head lower and took Thomas in his mouth. As his hot lips closed around his shaft, the dark-haired boy threw his head back in utter pleasure, groaning wildly.

"Newt, yess-"

Thomas whimpered helplessly, his fists curling around the sheets tightly as Newt worked on him, using his mouth and tongue experimentally.

"Y-you're too fucking much- I can't-"

Newt could feel Thomas moving restlessly under him even though he could tell the boy was holding back. Then the blond changed his pace, slowing down but intensifying his touch, lowering and lowering his head until he could feel Thomas's body suddenly tense and shudder as the boy finally reached his climax and Newt's name echoed in the room.

Newt swallowed dutifully, and slowly drew his head back, opening his eyes and meeting the other boy's dazed gaze. For a second they just stared at each other, taking in each other's flushed faces and wild eyes, both breathing irregularly.

Then Thomas's lips curved into a soft smile and he raised his hand to beckon Newt with his fingers.

"Newt, c'mere," Thomas said in a hoarse murmur.

Newt smiled back at him and crawled closer. Thomas was leaning his forearms against the mattress and as Newt was near again, he cupped Newt's cheek with his palm and kissed him. It was a lingering, sweet kiss that made Newt's stomach flutter.

"I can't even begin to describe how that felt," Thomas breathed, still with such a dazed expression on his face it made Newt's chest expand.

"I know right, I'm pretty amazing, huh?" Newt smirked back, turning his head slightly and licking Thomas's palm which had been resting on his cheek. Thomas's breath hitched and his eyes turned dark again.

Thomas lowered his hand from Newt's cheek, sliding it along his neck and chest and swiping the tips of his fingers over his stomach in a featherlight touch that made Newt's muscles tremble and the blond closed his eyes tightly.

"Fancy a hand, Newt?" Thomas inquired, curling his fingers around Newt's trousers's beltloops, tugging the boy closer before letting his knuckles brush over Newt's painful hardness. Newt hissed and the bow of his head seemed to be enough of an answer for Thomas who eagerly rose up, tipping Newt to his back gently and discarded his trousers and boxers before Newt even realised what was happening. Thomas didn't tease him as he clearly saw in which state Newt was. His strokes were firm and efficient as he quickly brought Newt over the edge, swallowing the older boy's frantic moans with his lips.

*.*.*

Few hours later, Newt was tucked safely into Thomas's warm embrace. Thomas was resting on his back and Newt was curled across his chest, Thomas's arms tightly around him. The dark-haired boy had already fallen asleep but something kept Newt awake, still. The blond-haired boy kept drawing small patterns to the smooth skin of Thomas's chest, mesmerised by the warmness and peace he felt inside. It was as if everything he had ever went through had led him to this exact moment, this perfect, beautiful sliver of infinity. Here, in Thomas's arms, he felt like he had finally found his place in this world.

The sleep was slowly but surely starting to reach out its fingers and wrap Newt's exhausted mind inside its gentle grasp. His eyelids were so, so heavy and Thomas's body against him was so, so soft..

Then there was a loud crash outside his door. Newt's eyes snapped open and the boy bolted upright, startling Thomas awake beside him.

"Wha-" Thomas yelped, blinking his eyes open and steading himself by wrapping his arms around Newt, leaning against the boy's back, utterly confused and not really awake yet.

Newt shushed him quiet quickly, feeling how the sleep sneaked away from his reach again in seconds as he strained his hearing to make out any and every possible sound coming outside.

The Homestead wasn't exactly the most peaceful and quiet place in its best days since there were around fifty boys living there, after all. But now there was something ominous flickering in the air, Newt could sense it even though he had absolutely no explanation how he could feel that way. There was just something in the way the hair in the back of his neck stood out and a shiver ran down his spine, and not out of pleasure.

Newt craned his neck to meet Thomas's confused gaze. He smiled tightly and whispered quickly, "Tommy, I heard some weird noises outside.. I'm gonna go check on them, you wait here, ok?" And he leaned in quickly, placing a kiss to the corner of Thomas's mouth before starting to pull away from his embrace.

Suddenly the arms around him tightened. "Wait!"

Newt stopped his movements, frowning and turning back to Thomas. "Let me go, Tommy, I'm gonna be right back!"

"No, I'm coming with you. I'm not letting you leave alone," Thomas opposed, suddenly as awake as ever, eyeing Newt firmly.

Newt swallowed but didn't really want to start arguing right now.

"Alright, let's go then, you and your stubborn ass," Newt mumbled under his breath and Thomas chuckled quietly. They slipped out of the bed and pulled their pants and shirts on as quickly as possible. Newt brought a finger to his lips, nodding to Thomas and they padded over the floor to stand before the door. Without stopping to think about it for too long, Newt swung the door open.

There was nothing or no one there. Newt sighed softly and was about to step ahead to check around the corner, but Thomas was faster than him. The dark-haired boy stepped past him and over the threshold, and then many things happened at the same time.

There was a strong hand that grasped hold of Thomas's shoulder and swung him to the side, striking a hard blow to his head. Any yelps and voices slipping past his lips were muffled by another arm placed over his mouth, and a third boy grasped hold of his slumped form.

"TOM-mmffph-" Newt's shout was cut short as someone landed a firm kick to his stomach, knocking all the air out of his lungs and forcing him to bend over and groan in huge pain. In the corner of his eye he could see how two of the boys started to drag motionless Thomas away, and panic swelled in Newt's chest like a fire. He tried to draw some air in again and stumbled weakly forward, his hand shooting up, Thomas's name on his lips, as someone hit the back of his head with something hard, and suddenly everything went black.