"Mom?" questioned Thomas from the stair well one Saturday evening.

 "Yes, dear?" responded Mrs. Edison, as she folded up a crinkled newspaper and set it on the coffee table.

 "Newt got back from London today, and he said that he would love it if I stayed the night there! Do you think I can?"

 His mother burst out laughing. "Of course, sweetie. You've been doing nothing but talk about his arrival for two months now."

 "YES! Thanks mom," he replied before running up the stairs to grab the overnight bag that he had packed just a few minutes ago.

 "Well I see that you're all packed," said Thomas's mother once her son had came charging down the stairs once again. "Have fun, dear," was all she said when Thomas kissed her cheek goodbye, and ran eagerly towards the front door.

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 As soon as Thomas parked in front of Newt's small apartment, he heard a front door open, and he smirked, seeing a familiar, thin figure stroll out.

 "Tommy! Newt!" yelled the boys at the same time once Thomas had gotten out of his vehicle.

 "Come 'ere you," said Newt as he pulled his friend into a tight embrace. "I missed you so much Tommy! The texts and Skype calls weren't enough!"

 Thomas grinned even more than he had previously. "Tell me about it, I want to be able to touch you, not just see you."

 Newt giggled and patted Thomas's back. "Me too, Tommy, me too. We should go ahead inside though, it's getting dark."

 Once the two friends had gotten inside the tiny apartment, Thomas stared open mouthed at all the clothes and suitcases spread across the floor.

 "Sorry about that, as you can see, I haven't really had time to organize and unpack yet," said Newt with a chuckle.

 "When are you ever organized?" snorted Thomas playfully.

 Newt giggled, and started clearing the pathway to his bedroom, where he kept his television. He had always had trouble sleeping, and he found it easier to fall asleep with some background noise ever since he was little.

 "Do you wanna play a game or something?" asked Thomas as he followed the blonde through the entrance.

 "Sure, if that's what you'd like to do. I have something else in mind though."

 "Oh?" said Thomas curiously. "I'm listening."

 Instead of answering, Newt simply plopped down on his bed, when Thomas suddenly realized how tight his own boxers were. He hadn't been able to keep his eyes off Newt this whole time, and when he looked down his friend's body, he saw that the blonde was definitely feeling sensations down there as well.

 "Newt?" he said, slightly embarrassed when his voice sounded deeper than usual.

 "Yes, Tommy?" Newt said expectantly, staring at his friend.

 "Uh...um... Are you...are you trying to seduce me?"

 The blonde straightened up a bit at this. "What if I am?" he said as he gave a knowing smirk.

 Thomas blushed beet red, and bit his lip. "Then I'd be ok with that," he said finally. "I've sorta had a huge crush on you since fourth grade..." he then gulped.

 Newt didn't look too surprised, and Thomas didn't know if that was good or not. Instead, he grinned, and looked the brunette in the eyes. "I have too, Tommy. Minho told me I should do something about this a while back, he said that you were totally in love with me."

 Thomas almost choked on his spit. "It's always Minho, isn't it?"

 Newt smiled again, dimples showing. "Yeah... This was his idea after all."

 "Oh, Newt," whined Thomas greedily. "I need you so badly, it hurts."

 "Tommy, get in the bloody bed already," whispered Newt seductively.

 The brunette eagerly obliged, and gasped in surprise once Newt's lips pressed hungrily against his own, tasting vaguely like tea and watermelon. He then moaned aloud when the blonde climbed over his already sweaty body and started unbuttoning his shirt down roughly.

 "Newt... Your body feels amazing," he said right before Newt started leaving hickeys down his perfectly tanned chest. 

 "Good," was Newt's only response as he starting swirling his tongue around Thomas's nipples, now causing the brunette to whimper.

 "Fuck me already, please."

 "Patience, young padawan," mumbled Newt breathily. "You're so sexy."

 "I love how you say that," gasped Thomas, noticing that Newt had shifted so he could unbuckle his own pants. Once Newt had gotten his white skinny jeans off, he then pulled off his boxers, while he looked quite red in the face. Thomas stared greedily at the blonde's member, and mumbled something incoherable.

 Then the blonde quickly pulled down Thomas's jeans, in between desperate welps of desire. He didn't pull the brunette's boxers down nearly as fast though, much to Thomas's dismay.

 "Oh, Tommy, you have such a beautiful ass," whispered Newt in Thomas's ear once he had stripped his lover of all his clothes. "I never knew you had a mole right there on your left cheek..."

 "Newt..."

 "Oh, right, I hid the box under the bed," said Newt randomly as he stretched out his right hand, to retrieve his unopened condom box and a lube bottle.

 "This is my first time, so sorry if it feels bad," said Newt apologetically, almost forgetting how desperate his Tommy was at the moment.

 Moments later, the blonde had put the condom on, and was blushing as he thought about how he would finger Thomas while using lube.

 "This may feel weird at first," he warned, sticking a wet finger up the moaning boy's butthole. Thomas tensed up at first, but then sighed contently, pleading for more.

 Once Thomas had gotten used to the feel of three fingers inside of him, Newt carefully slid his erection into his lover, Thomas's whines causing chills up his spine. Seconds later, Newt came into Thomas, right after Thomas spilled his fluids as well. Thomas watched as Newt licked up his come, blushing as he did so.

 "That was..." said Thomas, breathing heavily.

 "Fun," finished Newt, grinning at Thomas.

 "I'd do that again sometime," said Thomas matter-of-factly.

 "Well I guess we should clean this up," said the older boy as he pointed at the remaining come on the bedsheets.

 "Newt, can you go out with me?" Thomas asked out of the blue.

 Newt's face lit up. "Of course Tommy, what would I do without you?"

 Thomas shrugged. "I guess we were just made for each other."