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Another day without another clue. Sometimes, Thomas wondered how Minho had managed to run in the Maze every day for two years without giving up. His boyfriend was truly amazing and he couldn’t help but admire him.
And yeah … boyfriend.
It was pretty new, only few days that this thing between them started, ever since Minho, during one of their runs, had kissed him. But Thomas liked it. And it was not as if they were the only couple in the Glade. He knew Frypan and Zart were together, when he caught them kissing in the kitchen, and he suspected Alby and Newt to have something going on too.
And his Keeper had always been special and so, when Minho’s lips touched his own for the first time, he remembered just melting on the spot. Ever since, he felt warm whenever he got a look at Minho.
They went out of the Map room once they finished their work for the day when the Keeper suggested it.
“Hey, we still have time before dinner, do you want to go somewhere, just you and me?”
“Yeah, why not?”
And so he followed him to some unknown part of the forest. To his surprise, a blanket was spread out on the ground where light pierced through the trees.
“What’s this?” Thomas asked.
“Oh, just something I prepared this morning before we went into the Maze,” Minho replied, nonchalantly. “Come on, let’s lay down.”
He let his Keeper guide him onto the blanket and soon, they were lying down, Thomas’s head on Minho’s chest and arms wrapped around each other.
And as the light warmed his skin and Minho’s heartbeat calmed him, Thomas had to admit… This was nice. This was really nice. After running the whole day, the adrenaline pumping through him for hours, relaxing into his boyfriend’s arms was just the best.
And they talked. About everything. They joked about how Alby and Newt weren’t as subtle as they thought. Thomas admitted how worried he was about Chuck. Minho told him about that time when Gally fried his eyebrows off and they were never the same again. That one made Thomas laugh so much that Minho went on and added funnier details just to hear that sound again.
“Hey Minho?” Thomas asked.
“What?”
“Why me?”
“What do you mean?” Minho said, clearly confused.
“Well…” Thomas wondered how he could explain. “There are so many other guys … and you’ve been here for a while… So why me? As … as your boyfriend…”
Minho sat up, frowning. “What do you think Thomas? Because I like you.”
“You … you like me?” The surprised in Thomas’s voice broke Minho’s heart.
“I wouldn’t kiss you and cuddle with you every night if I didn’t like you, shank.”
Thomas shook his head “No I mean… Like … you could probably do better than me…”
At that, Minho gently pushed Thomas back down and straddled him. He leaned towards Thomas’s face and the boy thought he was going to kiss him, but he instead softly kissed both of his eyelids. In his confusion, Thomas could only let him as Minho continued his exploration that led him to the boy’s jaw.
And as Minho’s lips traced every line of Thomas’s face, and as his fingers were travelling the brunette’s body, Thomas felt cherished. Even more, he felt loved. Minho’s kisses were never this soft, never this full of tenderness.
Then their lips finally touched and passion took over them. Minho grabbed Thomas’s wrists and put them beside his head. He couldn’t even have fought it, when his boyfriend kissed him, Thomas always melted.
Pleasure sent shivers throughout his whole body. Minho’s body pressing against his just felt so good. Part of him wished he could comb his fingers through the dark locks, but part of him liked just letting his boyfriend take over.
When they parted, Minho’s eyes were dark and serious. “You’re the best I could ever have Thomas. The best. I don’t want you to say something like that ever, okay?”
Thomas, stunted by his words, couldn’t speak.
“Do you understand? I love you, Thomas. I love you. Why would I want anyone else?”
Thomas, pinned under his boyfriend, could only nod, shocked by Minho’s sincerity and the warm feeling in his heart.
Minho loved him. He loved him.
His Keeper kissed him again, rougher this time, and Thomas moaned into his mouth. Their tongues danced together and tears pooled at his eyes. He never felt so loved before. Not that he could remember, but he had the feeling it was the first time someone showed him this much affection.
“I love you too” he said once Minho released his lips.
The older boy smiled at that and went to hug him, both tangled up together on the ground.
And despite the Maze, the Grievers and all the hardships … in this moment with Minho, Thomas never felt happier.