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They're on their way back from one of their picnics in the mountains. It's been a sunny day and they enjoyed their time up there immensely, just them, the flowers and the sounds of the forest. They couldn't be more at peace.
A sudden downpour though had them packing up their things quickly and make their way back down to camp.
The weather up here is nothing like they know back from their days in the Glade and laughing they take in the sun breaking through the clouds when they are two thirds of their way back.
Thomas squints. Thankfully he brought his sunglasses and he needs them now.
He found them in the abandoned mall when exploring with Minho and probably his most cherished possession. Apart from the memory it holds of Minho they are just very, very cool.
They are heart-shaped, the glasses a hot pink. Newt often adoringly teases Thomas for how obsessed he's with the glasses, bringing them everywhere. But even Newt grumblingly admitted at some point that it's undeniable they make him look utterly cool.
Their jackets dont have big pockets but they managed to stuff everything in them, hurriedly while running from the rain.
Currently Thomas is carrying Newt's book and Newt carries Thomas' sunglasses so Thomas stops and turns to Newt, waiting for the tall boy to walk up to him.
"Coolness please?" Thomas asks, winking at Newt.
"Alright, give me a moment," Newt says with an amused sigh and fumbles through the things he stuffed in the pocket of his coat. Thomas can hear the smile in his voice and feels a warm flutter somewhere in his chest.
Patiently Thomas waits face turned to the sun and closes his eyes against the bright rays. He knows better than to rush Newt.
Thomas doesn't expect the soft press of lips. He doesn't at all but he welcomes it, throwing his arms around Newt and caressing the back of his neck, the nape with his fingers. Holding Newt's face in his hands while kissing is one of Thomas' greatest joys in life.
Only when they part, when Newt retracts and when he feels Newt sliding the tips of the glasses into his hair carefully he remembers why he'd been standing there with his eyes closed in the first place.
They walk on for a bit and eventually stop on top of a bridge. Newt sits down on the stone wall and they are the same height now. Thomas stares at Newt. At the water. The setting sun behind Newt's head, giving his hair a reddish glow and he reaches out to touch the stubble on Newt's cheek, then pushes a strand of the golden hair behind Newt's hair, lets his finger run along the shell. They know their way by heart.
Thomas allows himself to drink the other boy in, the scars, the freckles, every little detail he adores so much, before stepping between his legs. His hands are resting on Newt's thighs now, his thumbs rubbing slow circles onto the soft material of Newt's jeans.
"You are so beautiful," Thomas finally says. It's true, it's absolutely true.
"Is this you talking through your rose tinted glasses?" Newt asks, eyebrow raised.
"Definitely." Thomas grins. He'll never let a moment pass to tease Newt.
"Thought so," Newt tsks and lightly shoves Thomas.
"Ready for a swim? Not the best idea to push me when it's you sitting so dangerously close to the bridge's edge," Thomas warns and raises his hands in an attempt of a fake shove.
"I'm safe with you, am I not?" Newt pulls Thomas closer by his waist, holding onto him and pressing their bodies together, pulling Thomas into an embrace of such warmth and familiarity that it makes Thomas a bit dizzy from all the adoration for Newt that surges through his body. It's now him holding onto Newt.
They rest their foreheads together, their noses brushing, eyes closed and swaying softly along to the evening breeze traveling over the water.
Thomas feels Newt's long careful fingers push the sunglasses up into his hair.
Tentavily, Thomas opens his eyes and takes Newt in. Like often, he immediately misses how the world looks back to normal. Bland, boring.
Thomas takes every chance to make life as good and beautiful as possible in the chaos and depressing mess he's stuck right now. Spending time with Newt helps immensely. And the rose tinted glasses hold some magic too and he doesn't care how childish it is. They make him happy and that's all that counts.
The sunglasses are off and the world might be back to dull and grey. But Newt? He's still gorgeous. Glowing. Happiness really suits him and it makes Thomas' heart beat faster.
He tenderly cups Newt's cheek.
"Yes you're safe with me. Of course you are."
"Good that, Tommy." Newt smiles and opens his eyes, the chocolate there meeting Thomas' own molten caramel in the setting sun behind them. He closes them again when Thomas captures the smile softly with his lips, sharing the feeling.
They are still new at this, kissing, but that doesn't stop them from laying their feelings into the kiss and the way their lips slot together, their tongues caress each other clumsily.
Thomas will never tire of how wonderful it feels to have Newt in his arms. Even in the dark, like the dusk around them now, it's easy for him to see all the beauty, kindness and good things Newt encompasses. No need for rose tinted glasses for that. But they are really that cool and the views are so fun, so Thomas won't stop wearing them, ever.
And maybe, occasionally he would share and push the heart-shaped glasses onto Newt's nose, allowing him to see the world with his eyes.
Because when you're in love it's better to look at the world tinted in all that gorgeousness together.