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Once the novelty of Thomas and Newt’s situation wore off—which happened quickly, as none of the Gladers were surprised—things pretty much resumed as usual.
During dinner the boys ate, spoke amongst themselves, and engaged in playful banter.
There was teasing, but nothing with ill intent. Minho continued to look smug and it reminded Newt to ask Thomas about his earlier comment.
He also wanted to ask Tommy what exactly the thing between them was. A relationship? He knew Thomas had a crush on him too and yet he found himself worrying. Internally, he scolded himself, because even if it was only for a little while he knew he should savor being with Tommy—in whatever way he could. Still, the possibility of Thomas not wanting to be with him made his stomach drop.
Newt was pulled out of his thoughts when Thomas’ hand squeezed his and he looked over at him with a soft smile. Newt, drawn out of his thoughts, peered around the table and found that most of the boys had already left. He looked back at Thomas, a smile tugging at his lips. It was hard not to smile when Tommy was looking at him so sweetly.
His worried thoughts slipped away as Thomas lent against his side and whispered, “Do you want to go sit near the fire?”
Thomas had realised Newt didn’t always like to talk when he was feeling low, but Thomas had a way of making him feel safe anyway. He never treated him like a burden when he wasn’t at his best.
Newt nodded with a small smile and Thomas’ smile widened. He stood up and helped Newt with their hands still intertwined. Their hands then separated, both boys being unsure of how the other would feel about it. As they walked closer to the fire their fingers kept brushing together though, neither making a move to ensure it wouldn’t happen again.
Thomas gazed over at Newt, gauging his feelings with a hopeful expression, as he curled a finger with one of Newt’s.
Newt responded by joining their hands once again. He smiled and ducked his head fighting off a blush. “Come on Tommy,” Newt turned so he could hide his flushed face and pulled him in the direction of their usual spot.
They’d come to think of the area with a fallen down log as theirs.
The bonfire in the background made it so they could see fairly clearly, while being far enough away that the other Gladers noise wasn’t such a bother. Both had fond memories of getting drunk there together after sharing Gally’s brew. Newt almost chuckled thinking of Tommy’s first reaction to the drink.
They both sat on the grass against the side of the log, facing the trees. The bonfire crackled behind them.
They sat so their sides were flush together, realising that they’d always sat so close. The only difference was in the past it was without their hands intertwined, resting on their legs.
Newt could feel Tommy staring at him. The possibility of him kissing him gave Newt all kinds of new butterflies.
“Tommy, quit staring.” Newt said with a smile on his face, still not looking back.
“I can’t help it.” Thomas watched him adoringly, captivated by the way the light from the fire reflected on his face.
It almost seemed as though that’s what was causing him to look flushed. Thomas knew better.
You’re so handsome, Thomas thought.
Newt’s sudden flustered expression told Thomas he’d said it out loud.
Thomas would’ve felt embarrassed except it was the truth. Newt looked so good blushing the way he was, and Tommy loved that he could bring out that side of Newt.
“Tommy,” Newt said, trying to sound annoyed. The shake in his voice betrayed him.
Thomas leaned in closer, Newt shifting subconsciously to face him better. Thomas moved the hand not holding Newt’s to cup his jaw, Newt pressing into the touch with a smile.
“What kind of guy would I be if I didn’t remind my boyfriend how handsome he is?” Thomas teased with a smirk.
Newt’s eyes widened at his words, blush intensifying. “Is—is that what we are Tommy—boyfriends?”
Thomas almost faltered at that. It’s what he thought, or hoped, they were.
“I want that. Is that what you want too?” He held his breath waiting for Newt’s reply.
Even as Thomas watched Newt intently, he was still caught off by Newt flashing him a bright grin and all but pouncing on him. Their hands unlatched in the process so he can wrap his arms around Tommy’s neck.
He buried his face in Thomas’ neck and mumbled, between kisses, “Yes, you idiot.”
It was said with such affection that Thomas swore he felt his heart swell. He laughed, settling his hands around Newt’s lower back. He thought about how Newt sitting on his lap was both cute and tantalising. A thought Newt seemed to be very much aware of.
Newt pulled his face back to look at Thomas with a devious smirk. “So, remember when I promised you could kiss me more later, Tommy?” Newt settled himself so he was straddling Thomas more comfortably.
“Yes, baby?” Thomas grinned, hearing Newt’s breath hitch at the endearment.
“It’s later.” Newt breathed out, his pants tightening.
“Is it?” Thomas teased a little. He moved his hands from Newt’s back to rest on his knees, slowly sliding them up Newt's thighs.
“Yeah.” Newt says distracted by Tommy’s hands on him. He loved those hands.
When Thomas leaned closer Newt almost sighed in relief of the inevitable kiss awaiting him, but then Tommy’s head shifted and he kissed Newt’s neck instead. Newt whimpered quietly, extending his neck so Thomas had better access.
Newt’s eyes opened slowly as they heard the Gladers fighting in the background. He was glad they’re spot was too far away to pull any focus from the bonfire’s goings on. Newt couldn’t help but whine when Thomas’ attention to his neck stopped though, Thomas not liking the idea of the other boys seeing his boyfriend in such a state.
“Newt?” Thomas stroked his side lovingly.
“Yeah, Tommy?” Newt leaned back so he could look at his boyfriend. Before Tommy could respond, Newt said softly, “You’re my boyfriend.” He immediately wished he didn’t just blurt that out but then Thomas grinned.
A thought popped in Newt’s head. “I was going to ask what Minho meant at dinner?”
Quickly, Thomas was the one blushing.
Thomas couldn’t help but laugh because Minho had been right all along, the smug bastard.
“I went to him for advice when I thought you were mad at me but I didn’t know why—” Newt looked guilty, so Thomas ran his fingers through his hair to comfort him. “He tried to tell me that Teresa liked me and that she’d been flirting. I brushed it off, because honestly Newt, I didn’t realise. I didn’t get why that would explain it anyway, but obviously later I realised he was trying to say you were jealous—without actually telling me that you liked me.” Thomas finished, still playing with Newt’s hair.
Newt bit at his lip, embarrassed. He felt guilty for feeling jealous over Teresa and making a fool out of himself. He looked away with a furrow in his brow.
Thomas seemed to understand, like he somehow always did.
“Newt, you don’t need to feel bad, okay? I’m just sorry I didn’t realise sooner so I could tell you there’s nothing between me and her like that. There won’t ever be. If that had been you, if I thought you had a crush on someone else… I’d have felt the same way.”
Newt looked at him curiously, “Really? And you’re not mad?”
“Not at all. I don’t want to be with anyone else—I’m yours, Newt. Honestly I found it kind of hot when I realised you were jealous.” He admitted, his cheeks still pink. “I like that I’m the only person who can get you all flustered and make you feel this way.” Thomas frowned, feeling unsure about his own possessiveness.
Newt smirked. “Good, because I’m yours too and I don’t want to share.”
They gazed at each other intensely for a moment, those words sinking in. I’m yours, which also means you’re mine.
Newt giggled softly, and Thomas looked at him curiously. “Sorry. I just—I’m really happy—and also I can’t believe we were both so dumb? Everyone in the Glade knew we liked each other except us! Minho will never let us live this down.”
Thomas laughed too. “I mean, if either of us should’ve known, it should’ve been you. I thought you were the smart one,” he teased.
Newt rolled his eyes playfully, “Well, you’re mine now.”
Thomas smiled, his heart pitter pattering in his chest, as they both leaned in and shared a loving, passionate kiss.
“Should we go back to your room?”