Alright so I'm doing the Q and A. I've gotten like two questions in the comments last time and a few privately, but you can still ask now in this chapter before I answer them next chapter. And yes this chapter is like smut and I'm really ashamed but with this type of story it's kinda important and a given. So yeah I'd say 70% of this is smut and making out so Flower Crown Boy, you should probably not read this.

When Thomas woke up, his head ached terribly, and a groan escaped from his lips before he could help it. He groggily got up, but he froze half way after seeing Newt, still with his eyes closed, right in front of him. The blonde was still asleep, and he looked incredibly peaceful sleeping on his side, his mouth ajar and one hand in front of him, whilst the other was like his own pillow that he used.

Thomas couldn't help the smile that formed, but it faded again when he realized what he'd told Newt yesterday. It was a barely there memory, but it was clear enough for him to know that it had happened. He'd told Newt about being adopted, before being kicked out once more for being gay. Sure, he'd mentioned being adopted once before, but he'd never elaborated. And while he hadn't exactly elaborated yesterday either, he'd done enough to wish that he'd never spoken.

Then again, Newt had told him something too. His mum had left him very young, and he had left his dad a year before they met. And as Thomas looked at him now, he realized that maybe telling Newt when he was high, was better than having kept it a secret for the rest of his life, sober.

Brown eyes suddenly stared up at him, and a smile formed on the blondes lips as Thomas came into focus. But Newt quickly caught onto the tense look of the other boy, and worry crossed his features, washing away the smile that had been there mere seconds before.

"Tommy?" Thomas glanced at him, and he forced a smile to say that he was okay, but Newt was smart enough to not believe it.

"Something the matter?" The boy shook his head, set on not telling Newt anymore than he'd have to. But the blonde saw right through it all, and he knew that Thomas was lying.

"What's wrong?" Thomas sighed, slightly annoyed that the blonde wouldn't leave it alone, but a part of him made him feel happy that Newt seemed to want to know so much. He seemed genuinely interested to know.

"What I said yesterday. Could we just forget it?" He chewed on his lower lip, watching the blonde with his eyes as they lingered.

"Depends on what you're talking about." Thomas was about to speak, but then he realized what Newt was doing. He was pretending not to know, so that Thomas would bring it up again.

"I'm not telling you. You know what I mean." Newt sighed, sitting up on the bed and resting his back against the headboard.

"You mean your parents." The other winced in reply, and the blonde knew instantly that he'd hit the nail on the head.

"Forget I said anything about them." Silence overtook them, until Newt shook his head.

"Look, Tommy. I'm not gonna forget what you told me. But I'm not going to make you tell me anymore than you already did." A smile made its way onto Thomas' face once more, and he got off the bed before heading over to his closet to find something to wear.

"What time is it?" He asked Newt, and the blonde took out his phone before answering.

"One in the afternoon." Thomas gasped, surprised at how long they slept in.

"Guess it's time to get something to eat." Newt got up too, still in his clothes from the day before.

"You mean eat out?"

"Yea. Like a restaurant or something. Unless you have something against it?" The younger shook his head, not finding anything wrong with it.

"I guess I could go for something to eat." He said, and with that, they headed out to find somewhere to eat lunch.

They'd decided to walk, and along the way, Thomas would find himself wanting to reach for Newt's hand. It was just barely out of his grasp, and he desperately wanted to take it in his own so that they didn't just appear to be friends to everyone that passed. He wanted them to appear to be more, because they were.

But he resisted, and eventually they arrived to a thai restaurant that the blonde really seemed to want to go to. So, without any argument, Thomas followed him. They were sat by the window, watching the snow that was falling and the people walk past, going to various different destinations. Thomas looked down at the menu, and the blondes eyes found Thomas' face, observing the structure of every defined bone and muscle.

"I think I'll have the red curry with chicken and rice. You?" Thomas looked at him, and when their eyes met, Newt seemed to snap out of his daze, only to realize that he hadn't even looked at the menu yet.

"Honestly, I haven't even looked." Thomas blushed, realizing what the blonde had been preoccupied with, but the younger didn't exactly see the tint on his cheeks as he now really was looking at the menu.

"I'll just have the same." The older boy nodded, and a few seconds later, the waiter came and took their order before disappearing into the back.

"So, what are we doing today?" Newt asked, and Thomas shrugged in response as he hadn't really thought about it.

"Now we're going to eat. And then we can go back to mine I guess. Unless you need to go back home."

"I can go home later." Just then, their beverages came. Newt having ordered water, and Thomas, of course having ordered Fanta Exotic. The blonde took a sip of his, before continuing to speak.

"I'm nineteen. I can stay out. If you want me to come back to yours, I will. Besides, I'm not leaving you alone for a good while after the whole thing on the balcony." Thomas let out a groan of annoyance, rolling his eyes at Newt.

"I'm not gonna do that again."

"But I don't know that. And I'm actually really, really scared." The older looked into Newt's eyes, finding that he actually did seem frightened by the idea of Thomas doing something like that again.

"Alright. We'll go to mine and you can go home, or stay, I don't know." The blonde agreed, and their food came not shortly after. They talked occasionally, but lunch was mostly quiet between the two, and after an hour, they paid and walked back home.

Thomas wanted to take Newt's hand again, his fingers tingling at the anticipation of having their fingers intertwined, and he was tense the entire time because he never dared to do it. The other boy noticed, seeming to catch on, and a shy smile was on his face in seconds as he continued looking at the ground before catching Thomas' hand in his.

The older beamed the whole way home, trying to wrap his head around the fact that Newt had taken his hand first. He didn't have to initiate it, and it felt amazing to have his fingers laced with the blondes own.

He had to pull away to get his keys out eventually, missing the warmth instantly but nevertheless unlocking the front door with ease, before stepping inside to let the blonde through, who then shut the door for them.

"So, anything in mind?" Newt shook his head again, going back into Thomas' bedroom to lay down. Thomas laughed, following before sitting down where Newt's feet were.

"You never took your shoes off, Newt." The blonde rolled his eyes, sitting up before undoing his shoelaces and kicking his shoes off.

"Better?" The close proximity of their lips, suddenly made Thomas gasp, and he nodded quickly to show that he was satisfied.

"Better." He said. The blonde smiled, and Thomas instantly recognized the look he gave.

Newt reached to place his hand on Thomas' thigh, and the other moved away slightly, unsure of what was to come if he let this happen. So, Thomas stopped him entirely, placing his hand on top of the others to prevent from further movement.

"I'm only letting you touch me intimately if you do the one thing you've never done." Newt leaned away, as if needing to look at Thomas entirely to see where he was going.

"Which would be what?" Thomas looked back at him, keeping their eyes locked as his lower lip trembled. He was scared to admit what he wanted, because Newt had never been the type for such a thing.

"Don't have sex with me. Please. I want you to make love to me instead. That's all I'm asking. And I want to be able to feel the difference. Cause I know that there is one." Newt bit his lip, now it was his turn to be afraid after such a request.

"I don't know how to make love to someone." The blonde whispered, his hands shaking slightly as he stared at the wall behind Thomas.

"Do you love me?" Newt made eye contact with him, surprised at the question when he'd admitted it not so long ago.

"Yes. I love you."

"Then why are you asking me something like that? Making love isn't taught. It doesn't have a specific way of being done. You're showing me you love me, and that's something that should come naturally for you." Newt nodded, he knew that the other must be right. He was more intelligent than he'd originally led the blonde to believe.

Newt took Thomas' hands in his slowly, getting up before he made Thomas walk back against Thomas' bedroom door that was shut. Thomas saw lust clouding his vision, and it frightened him a bit at the others true intentions, as he held the same darkness in his eyes when he'd just slept with Thomas before. This should be different, and he knew it would be when Newt placed a lingering kiss on his cold lips.

It was a foreign kiss to Thomas, as he wasn't used to the blonde being so gentle and careful in his movement. Newt tended to rush and be sloppy with kisses, but this one wasn't. It was tender and loving. Thomas felt like maybe Newt actually wasn't making this all up, maybe he would do what Thomas had asked. Maybe Newt loved him like he'd said.

The blonde placed one of his hands on the other's waist, and Thomas felt like that one spot in particular was heating up at the touch alone. The other hand went to Thomas' hair, careful not to hurt him as he weaved his fingers into the dark brown shade. Thomas felt like he was going to collapse to the floor, weakening the longer the other kissed him for.

But he felt even more helpless when Newt pulled away, instantly missing him, wanting to pull him back to what was probably the most intimate kiss they'd ever shared. Newt seemed to catch on, pressing his body closer before kissing Thomas again, a bit harsher, but still with the same desire and passion as before. It drove Thomas half way to insanity in seconds.

Newt let the hand he had on the others waist, gently lower down to his thigh, making Thomas squirm as he lightly bit down on the blondes lower lip as a reflex. The other moaned in response, letting Thomas' tongue slip inside, deepening the kiss.

The blonde proceeded to lift him up against the door with ease, both his hands now holding Thomas up to support his weight. Thomas responded by pulling him as close as physically possible, legs wrapped around the others waist as they were pressed against each other, leaving little to no air between them.

"N-Newt." Thomas gasped out, and Newt hummed in response, not saying anything in particular.

"The bed. Now." The blonde only smirked, pulling away from their kiss to look up at Thomas with bright brown eyes.

"Someones eager suddenly." Thomas glared.

"Shut up, Newt." A smile was evident on his lips as he spoke, so Newt knew that it was only playful. However, he obliged, moving Thomas to the bed before lying him down gently, climbing on top of him in seconds.

Thomas immediately wrapped his arms around the other, securing his fingers on Newt's back as Newt leaned down again, grazing his lips right above the others before biting on Thomas' lower lip. Thomas moaned, bucking his hips as the blonde let out a low chuckle.

Newt slowly moved his hands down to the hem of Thomas' shirt, removing it swiftly over his head before throwing it to the side. Thomas didn't hesitate to do the same to Newt, trailing his hands down the blondes chest, his fingers barely touching the warm skin with a beating heart. It all felt so new, being able to touch Newt this way, taking his time with things. He already loved it.

Thomas smiled back up at Newt, the other returning it before leaning down to his ear, biting Thomas' earlobe as gently as possible, not wanting to hurt him. He received a satisfied moan in response, and confidence surged through him as he sucked and nibbled on the skin of Thomas' neck. Thomas' hands flung to the back of Newt's shoulder blade, his nails marking the blondes body as he scraped them along his back at the pleasure of having his sweet spot found.

"D-don't stop, Newt." He breathed out, and Newt slowly went along Thomas' collarbone with his tongue, making certain patterns before biting down on his skin. Thomas let out a loud, uneven moan, and Newt responded by breathing out the others name as more scratches were added to his back.

And then Newt did something that he'd never done before, and it made Thomas close his eyes as he felt himself losing any sort of control he still had over his body.

Newt let his tongue trail down the others skin, stopping right over Thomas' jeans. The other just watched him, eyes wide and alert, full of lust and need as the blonde started to unbutton his pants. It made Thomas realize just how unbearable his jeans had become to wear. The blonde looked up innocently, smiling slightly before lacing their fingers together, leaning down to mark Thomas' prominent hipbones.

The older boy gasped as Newt sucked and nibbled on the raw skin, and he closed his eyes as he focused on the sensation. He realized then just how much he craved Newt, how much he needed him.

"Newt?" He said, and the blonde stopped his movement entirely as he looked up with swollen lips.

"Yes?" Thomas gulped, suddenly shy to admit what had been on his mind seconds earlier.

"Remember when you handcuffed me?" Newt took a few seconds to think about it, but then his face morphed into realization, and he nodded.

"What about it?" Thomas smirked, his lack of confidence being replaced with more certainty.

"I think it's my turn to do it to you." Newt didn't exactly like the idea, because being restrained and having to watch someone else do whatever they wanted, wasn't something he liked. But he played it off and pretended like it wasn't an option.

"My handcuffs are back at my place." Thomas, however, had thought one step ahead quite a long time ago.

"I've had some here for a while." The blonde sighed, realizing that he wasn't getting out of the situation at hand without agreeing. Besides, he'd done it to Thomas, so it was only fair that it would be reversed at least once.

"Fine." He mumbled, getting off Thomas as the other stood up from the bed, rummaging through some things before coming back with grey handcuffs, just like the ones Newt had.

Thomas lifted Newt's hands above his head, making sure the blondes arms weren't stuck in an unnatural position before he handcuffed him. When he knew that Newt was fine, he smirked and leaned down to the blondes neck. It was rare for him to get to do things to Newt, as Newt was normally the one doing things to him. But he liked it, being in control was utterly satisfying, and he suddenly understood why the blonde thirsted for it so much.

"If you want me to kiss you, or do anything to you, you're going to have to beg for it." He whispered into the blondes ear, and Newt whimpered in response. He wasn't the type to be submissive, and he definitely wasn't the type to beg for what he wanted. But he really had no other option in this case.

"Just kiss me. Tommy, please kiss me." He stuttered out, and Thomas responded by kissing his lips whilst pressing his bare chest against Newt's own. He started working on the blondes jeans, scrambling to get them unbuttoned. He eventually managed as he started trailing kisses down the younger's neck, going painfully slow as he sucked and bit on the visible collarbone. Newt tried to reach out to Thomas, he needed something to hold on to as his moans got uneven and jagged. But Thomas wouldn't let him do anything, he just continued kissing down the blondes body before taking off his jeans, and eventually his own.

"Okay, if you say the right words, I'll let you go and you can take over again." Newt agreed, his eyes never leaving Thomas' own before he spoke.

"Please let me go." Thomas gave him a cocky smirk, and Newt had to stop himself from whimpering again at not being able to touch the others skin.

"Why?"

"I want to touch you." His words earned a blush from Thomas, but it seemed to have worked either way because suddenly he found his arms being freed of the metal, and his hands instinctively dug themselves around Thomas' lower back. Newt flipped them over, straddling Thomas' waist as he trapped him beneath him.

"Tommy?" Thomas looked at him, surprised that Newt had stopped to speak to him, instead of doing whatever he wanted now that he was free.

"Yes?" He replied.

"How exactly do you want me to do this?" The blonde asked, a small blush on his cheeks after asking a question he'd never thought much of before.

"However you think you should do this." Newt rolled his eyes, annoyed at such a simple answer that barely clarified anything for him, but he went with it anyway.

He let his cold fingers trail patterns across Thomas' skin, barely touching as he came to the waistband of the others boxer briefs. The blonde looked at Thomas once more, as if asking for reassurance, and they were off a second after the older had given a smile and a nod.

Thomas let his eyes follow wherever Newt threw the undergarment, but seconds later his eyes shut tightly when he felt Newt's lips circle around his erection. He moaned, his mouth ajar as his breathing became quicker in pace, and he reached down to weave his fingers into Newt's hair, needing something to hold onto.

He arched his back when he felt the blondes tongue lick him, and he let a few curse words leave his lips as his hands only tugged harder on Newt's messy hair. His thoughts were a jumbled, disoriented, mess, and he couldn't control anything he did anymore.

"N-Newt." He whimpered, and the blonde hummed in response, sending vibrations through Thomas' body that made him bite his lip hard enough to draw blood. When Newt pulled away with an obscene sound, Thomas couldn't help but watch his raw wet lips as he chewed on them in satisfaction.

"Tommy, lift your legs." Thomas did what he told him to in a heartbeat, bringing his knees up to his chest before Newt went between them, kissing Thomas passionately and filled with lust, his tongue working its way around Thomas' own. He took Thomas' hands in his while they kissed, trailing the other boys hand down to his own throbbing hard on before letting Thomas do whatever he wanted.

Thomas pulled away for a few seconds, adjusting the way he was lying on the mattress before he pulled the blondes lips to him, unfortunately the movement made his hand jerk, and Newt moaned loudly at the sensation brought to him through the touch. Thomas only smirked, his free hand making its way around the blondes back as he adjusted the position of Newt's erection with his other.

They both groaned loudly, and Thomas was sure that it could be heard around the whole apartment, but that didn't matter. No one else was home.

When Thomas was finally sure of the position they were in, he let Newt slip inside of him, making sure that the blonde went slow as he wasn't prepped to do this yet. Newt seemed to catch onto his discomfort, as he went slow until he was all the way inside of him. He waited then, frozen in place before Thomas let him move.

"I think... I think you can move." Thomas managed to gasp out, and Newt followed his orders, thrusting into the older boy at a steady pace. His hands were by Thomas' sides, tight enough to leave bruises that Thomas would proudly show off at the strip club when he went back to work next week.

But he couldn't focus on that now. All he could focus on was Newt. Thomas was scratching along the blondes back, a certain possessiveness taking over as those were his marks, and only he was allowed to do that to the other. And Newt was marking him along his hips, and it drove him wild as he shut his eyes once more.

"God, Newt. Faster. Just go faster, please." He rushed out, his words barely making any sense as his breathing was loud enough to make it barely audible. But Newt heard him, and he went faster as he slammed into Thomas, and their moans were equally loud before Thomas kissed the blonde, the noise muffling as their tongues tangled together.

Thomas knew that he was close to being over the edge when the familiar warm feeling could be felt in his lower abdomen, and his brows creased as his whole body shook in ecstasy, before coming to a halt as it all stopped. The blonde let his body fall limp beside him, and Thomas looked at him for a few seconds, seeing that Newt's hair was glued onto his face from the sweat, and he looked like a gorgeous mess right besides him.

He draped the blanket around their naked bodies that were now tangled together as Newt's left leg was between Thomas' own, and his arm was loosely around the older as he lightly kissed the back of his neck.

"I'm kinda tired now." Newt said, and Thomas laughed before nodding in agreement. It was only seven in the evening, but they were exhausted nevertheless.

"Me too." The blonde hummed in content, tightening his grip around Thomas in a protective manner.

"Newt?"

"Yes?" He asked, Thomas turning his head around to face him.

"You did what I asked you to do." Newt thought for a moment, trying to rack his brain and remember what Thomas was talking about before it clicked in him, and he smiled.

"Good. I want you to feel like I really love you." Thomas nodded, drifting off quickly, but the last thing he managed to say before sleep overtook him, was the following.

"I do."