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Thomas had just made his way back into the Glade, the gate closing behind him and Minho. He was panting heavily, and for some awful reason couldn't get Newt out of his head despite just being chased by a griever. Get it together. he told his brain, which was stupid because he was his brain. The others came up to him and Minho, all asking various questions. ''Thomas! Thomas! did you see it? the griever?'' One called out. He nodded faintly, as he was still catching his breath. He looked up at the sky, ignoring the various comments and questions he and Minho were getting. It was going to rain. He could hear cracks of thunder, just beyond the vast walls of the maze. ''You all right?'' Newt came up to him, a bit of a concerned look on his face. ''N-newt...i saw it.'' He got out, fear clearly coating his tone. Newt came down to his level. ''Hey. You're going to be okay.'' He looks genuinely fearful-if not, more scared than Thomas. ''Yeah...Yeah man.'' Thomas huffs out. He walks back to his hammock, And he can't quite tell if its good or not-but he's still thinking of Newt. This morning, he was outside with Newt, digging up plants, and Newt was wearing an orange tank, his arms glistening with sweat as they both worked. Hell, he wasn't sure if the shirt was orange, with how much he was paying attention to other things. As he had expected, not even 10 minutes later it started to rain. Everyone got under the nearest shelter, and it seemed they had to hope that in the morning it was okay. Thomas decided to just try and go to sleep. He flopped into his hammock. For a while, as he tried to sleep, it was silent. Then, ''It's so cold.'' He turned, seeing Chuck shivering in his own hammock. Looking at him, he felt awful. With all the things they've sent in the box, you think there would be jackets, or a blanket. ''Here. Take this.'' He took his somewhat loose fitting shirt off, handing it over to Chuck. ''Really? You're gonna freeze to death, dude.'' He chuckled, nonetheless taking it. Thomas hoped that what he had said wasn't true.
He woke up, panting. Another one of the weird dream things. What was that? He thought. ''Thomas.'' He snapped back to reality, and realized that Newt was standing above him. Actually, staring at him. ''Uh..hey. What do you...want?'' Newt's gaze faltered for a moment, looking down at his chest. ''Are you cold?'' Newt mumbled. ''Me? hah, no...'' He smiled sheepishly, it was obvious he wanted to make a good impression. Newt nodded, and Thomas swore you could see the light fade from his eyes. ''Oh. Uh, it's b'cause...I am, and, well...you don't happen to have any..extra clothes, right?'' Thomas immediately felt stupid. Shit. He just missed the chance to spend more time with Newt. ''W-well maybe we could...sleep together?'' Newt's cheeks instantly burnt up, all red. ''Yeah.'' He didn't know how the words came out. Holy shit.
Newt's bed was surprisingly, just large enough for the both of them. It wasn't like Thomas expected it to be comfortable, but it wasn't. They curled up in the bed, noses touching ever so slightly. Thomas had surprisingly high body heat, much to Newt's pleasure. ''Newt.'' ''What?'' ''I remember something.'' Newt looked directly into his eyes, waiting for his answer. ''I...i liked music.'' He hummed softly, a melody he must've known before..this. Newt giggled. ''I also know something. About myself.'' He whispered softly, the sensation of his breath against Thomas' skin making the hairs on the back of Thomas' neck stand up. ''I like...i like boys.'' He hesitated, as if anyone here had any views on love. ''Oh. Oh. and...like, all guys?'' Thomas feared that maybe, no, he didn't like all guys and he didn't like him back. ''We should get to sleep. Lotta work to do tomorrow.'' Newt attempted to turn his back to Thomas, but he caught his shoulder just in time. ''Newt.'' He said firmly, yet softly. Newt looked at him, his eyes glazed with fear. Not the fear from earlier- something different. Like a dog after ripping up something you needed. ''Newt, do you like all guys?'' He looked as if about to cry, his mouth hung slightly open, yet he shook his head no. ''Just one?'' Newt nodded. ''Thomas.'' He finally managed to say. Thomas looked at him, like ,looked at him. His lips, his eyes, his arms, his...God, he liked Newt. ''It's you.'' Newt whispered. Nothing clicked. It wasn't a big moment. ''Oh.'' Thomas let out, somewhat breathlessly. And they leaned in closer, so close that it was definite their noses were touching and-Newt kissed him. Somehow, it was all over too much and perfect. Newt had a hand in his hair, brushing through it with his fingers in a way that Thomas never knew could feel so good, and his lips were so soft-and this was real. Newt was kissing him. They were pushed against each other in desperation for warmth, and the warmth Thomas felt at the bottom of his stomach could definitely suffice. Newt pulled back, breathing heavily. None of them said a word, simply just staring at each other. Newt let a hand drift under Thomas' shirt, feeling his bare skin. ''You're cold.'' Thomas mumbled softly, putting his own hand over Newt's. Eventually, they had both fully embraced each other. It was warm, and for once in this place Thomas went to sleep peacefully.