I really don't give the woman who wrote Fifty Shades of Grey enough credit. Mainly cause I think her books are awful. But it's already difficult for me to write one sex scene. Imagine having to write ten or more. And Teen Wolf has me all over the place and I can't control my emotions. I just want Stydia and no Malia. And Stiles to be alive and his Jeep to be with him. Oh and you know while were at it, could he turn into Void Stiles again? Is that too much to ask? Alright enough of me talking. Read at your own risk. Seriously, at your own risk. Because I do not do well with sex scenes because I don't like them (shocker). Although not all of this chapter will be them having sex.

He held a glass bottle of beer in his left hand as he walked home, the rain hitting his jacket and blinding his vision from seeing whatever was in front of him. He could make out the pavement vaguely, and he could see if someone was about to bump into him. Everything else was a blur to Thomas.

Thomas took another sip before realizing that it was empty and that he'd drank it all. Disappointed, he threw it away before going into the grocery store to purchase another one, continuing his walk home. He'd already finished it when he stepped into the elevator to reach the right floor of his shared place, and he discarded that one as well before unlocking the front door.

Ash was the first to look up, Minho barely acknowledging him as he was on the phone. The girl gave a shy smile, one that Thomas hadn't seen for years, and it worried him a bit that she seemed to look at him in the way that she had when they were strangers. His two friends were slowly becoming unknown to him. Or maybe he was becoming unknown to them.

He walked over to her anyway, taking a cherry tomato from the ones that were on the cutting board that Ash was using. She glared, and Thomas took a second to see if she was serious or still playful like she usually was.

"You've been drinking." He stopped his movement as he'd reached for another tomato, but instead Thomas looked at her, slightly unsure on what to say.

"I may've had a beer." Ash scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest as Minho seemed to be coming to an end with his phone call.

"So now Newt's making you drink in the morning too? Fantastic." Thomas froze, anger surging through him at the mention of Newt. It was his choice to drink, Newt hadn't made him.

"He has nothing to do with this."

"He has everything to do with this!" They heard Minho's phone drop to the floor, and when they looked over, he was staring between the two, mainly Ash due to her raising her voice so suddenly.

"Why do you even care if I have one or two beers in the morning? You're the excessive drinker here! So, if anyone has a drinking problem here, it's you!" Minho stood up, walking between them quickly as the other two continued to glare at each other, so much hatred visible in their eyes that you would barely believe that they're friends.

Thomas stormed past both of them, going to the bathroom and locking the door. It was already one in the afternoon, so he figured he could get ready for later anyway. Whatever later was. Newt wouldn't tell him, and he knew that it couldn't be something good. It's not like he saw Newt as an angel. He knew the other was far from a saint. So maybe going somewhere unknown with Newt, wasn't the best decision. Strike that, it definitely wasn't the best decision, but he chose it anyway.

Stepping into the shower, the first thing he realized was that the water was set on a really low temperature. Thomas knew that Minho liked to shower in colder temperatures, but he didn't think it was this low either. He winced slightly before adjusting it, closing his eyes as he started to think. He didn't quite realize it, but he ended up in the shower for half an hour. So, he turned it off and dried himself off with a towel.

He ran his hands through his hair once before sighing and leaving it as it was. Thinking for a minute on what to do next, he decided to brush his teeth. Thomas opened the cabinet, scanning for his toothpaste and tooth brush before his eyes settled on the small box filled with medicine. He took it out, looking inside of it and finding a bunch of different medication such as Atarax and a whole lot of pills for pain.

Thomas felt like maybe taking a few could calm his nerves, but he quickly shook his head and put them back in their rightful place. He wasn't gonna go there. So, instead, he did what he actually wanted. After another fifteen minutes, he finally emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist, ignoring the other two looking at him as he went into his room to get dressed.

He decided on something simple, settling on jeans with a buttoned up flannel, and a beanie hiding the hair he hadn't bothered fixing. Thomas walked over to his full length mirror, adjusting his converse as he checked to see if something needed to be adjusted. He ended up unbuttoning two buttons at the top, revealing his shoulders slightly and a small bit of his chest. When he was satisfied, he sprayed on a bit of cologne, coughing when it ended up being stronger than he'd thought.

The clock displayed half past two when he was done, and he grabbed his phone and keys before walking out into the hallway, grabbing a jacket as Minho looked at him.

"Anywhere specific you're disappearing to?" Thomas shrugged, not bothering to answer as he left.

He decided to walk, despite the rain still pouring down from the clouds. It wasn't too far away, and he arrived three minutes before the time that Newt had said. The number of the blonde was now saved in his phone, and he wondered if he should send the other a text, saying that he was here.

"Tommy!" Thomas looked up, seeing Newt parked with his car a few meters away from him. The boy smiled at him, and Thomas returned it as he walked over. Newt looked him up and down, biting his lip before settling on Thomas' eyes.

"So, where are you taking me exactly?" Newt chuckled, opening the passengers side door for Thomas to get into. He stepped inside, admiring the interior as Newt got in the drivers seat.

"I'm taking you to hell." Thomas' eyes widened, and Newt must've noticed because he started laughing, calming the others nerves a bit.

"Not literal hell." Thomas sighed as the other started driving, and his hands slowly started shaking in his lap as he contemplated on opening the door and jumping out.

Newt stopped twenty minutes later in front of what seemed to be a school campus, grey bricks building up the exterior. He counted five floors as Newt led him up to the front doors, which took up two floors on their own. Thomas was amazed, and slightly confused why Newt was taking him here.

"Why are we here?" Newt smiled at him, taking the other boys hand as he opened a locker that they eventually approached. Thomas was distracted by their hands, looking at how they were held together as he blushed. It wasn't until he heard a locker shut, that he looked up again.

The blonde had a backpack in his hand, and Thomas gasped as he realized that this was Newt's school. But Newt barely seemed to acknowledge the look of surprise on Thomas' face, because he simply continued walking. They went up all the way to the fifth floor, and Newt swiftly turned a corner on the left as Thomas followed suit.

"Why are we at your school Newt?" Newt stopped in front of a classroom door, and at first Thomas thought the younger boy may finally answer him, but he was mistaken as the door in front of him was unlocked by the other.

"Are you just not gonna answer me?" Thomas walked after Newt, growing slightly frustrated by the minute as he wasn't getting a single response.

He looked around the room, spotting a shelf of books at the back and a whiteboard towards the front. To his left was a row of windows, and he could make out a staircase outside. Fire exit. Thomas guessed that this was a science lab of sorts, as he also spotted a sink and a few other things like beakers, bunsen burners, and so on.

"Oh my god." Thomas' eyes widened as he looked at Newt, and Newt only smirked as a response as he was setting up a few beakers of his own.

"Lock the door will you?" Thomas nodded, completing Newt's instructions by locking the door like the other had asked of him.

"You're making more drugs aren't you?" He walked back to the younger boy, his eyes focused on Newt's hands as they worked their way around test tubes and beakers.

"I thought I told you this morning that I would show you what I do. Since you show me what you do."

"You're cooking up drugs at your school. Can't you get arrested for this?" Newt shrugged, and Thomas was shocked to see how little he seemed to care at the possibility of getting in trouble.

"And I can get in just as much trouble." Newt's lack of interest in Thomas' worry, annoyed him, and he eventually gave up and sat on the table where Newt's things were now sprawled out.

"Well you don't seem to be leaving despite knowing that you can go to jail. What's stopping you?" Thomas didn't know what was stopping him, but he guessed that a part of him was actually curious to see how this worked. Besides, Newt was interesting to have as company because he was so different. He wasn't the nicest. And he wasn't exactly much of a conversationalist unless the subject was getting Thomas into bed. But Thomas nevertheless liked having him around. It was so strange to him.

"I guess I'm a bit too curious to leave." Newt bit his lip, focused as he distributed a small stash of what Thomas assumed to be marijuana.

"So what exactly do you do with the drugs that make them different from regular drugs?" The blonde looked up, moving closer to Thomas so that their foreheads touched, and he licked his lips as he kept his eyes focused on Thomas' own.

"I add things." Thomas' breathing became erratic, and he longed to pull their lips together in a kiss. But Newt pulled away, turning back to his things as Thomas automatically slid closer, watching intently at the other boys every move.

"What kind of things?"

"Now that, is a secret, my love." Thomas blushed, jumping back down from the table and sitting at the way edge of it instead, letting his feet dangle as he turned his head to still look at what was happening behind him.

"Do you do this a lot?"

"I have to if I want the money." He nodded before looking at the door. Thomas knew that he'd locked it, but he somehow felt like this was still incredibly dangerous. But there was also a certain thrill to it, as he'd never found himself in this type of situation. Newt seemed to be dragging him into all sorts of things that he'd never done before.

Speaking of Newt, he suddenly seemed to stop whatever he was doing, looking at Thomas up and down before walking over to him. Thomas gulped as the other came closer, and he could see the lust suddenly clouding the others eyes. He knew that look. Newt wanted Thomas. And Thomas hated himself for wanting the other just the same. However, he didn't want him here.

Newt walked between Thomas' legs, pressing himself against him as he placed his hands on Thomas' thigh. He moved them slowly as he went up to Thomas' hips, drawing circles before going back down to the boys inner thigh. They were both looking downwards, watching his fingers every movement. Thomas eventually gasped, looking up at Newt as the other continued to look down.

He then slowly pushed Thomas' body down onto the table, and Thomas' heart raced as Newt climbed on top of him, trapping Thomas beneath him by sitting on his hips. Thomas' legs were still dangling off the table partly, so Newt readjusted them, a few beakers falling down in the process, crashing onto the floor as they broke into a million pieces.

"Isn't someone gonna hear that?" Newt gave him an innocent smile, rolling his hips onto Thomas' as Thomas moaned.

"They won't hear anything. No ones on this floor at this time. And even if they are, I don't mind them hearing what I can do to you." Thomas didn't do anything, he froze as Newt started to unbutton his flannel that he'd worn, and he threw it behind Thomas before pulling the boy up for a kiss. It was rushed, but Thomas was used to this by now. No emotions or feelings. Nothing. He kissed back though, resting his hands on Newt's clothed chest as Newt took off his own leather jacket.

"I don't want to do this here, Newt." Newt chuckled, and Thomas could feel his chest move along as his hands were still placed on the same spot.

"Don't kiss me back then." But Thomas continued to kiss back, ignoring what Newt had said entirely, and he had no idea why.

"You're mine, Tommy." Newt leaned down to kiss Thomas' neck, biting his skin and bruising it as Thomas lay back down with Newt on top.

"I don't wanna be yours." But it was like whatever Thomas said, went against what he was doing.

Newt continued to kiss his neck, nipping at the skin before he bit on the boys earlobe. He'd learned that it drove Thomas crazy, and he smirked when Thomas moaned again and bit his lip in anticipation.

"I know you don't. But you are. All of you. Mine." Thomas was about to respond, but he wasn't able to as Newt moved his hips again, causing unbearable friction for Thomas as he gasped and closed his eyes.

"Fuck, Newt." Newt didn't respond at first, removing his own shirt before hovering over Thomas, his lips barely grazing over the others.

"Now Tommy, we don't curse like that." Thomas glared.

"Fuck you." Newt seemed to get a sort of satisfaction from angering Thomas, as he just laughed quietly before pressing their lips together.

"Moan for me." Thomas refused, biting his lip as hard as he could without drawing blood, but when Newt pulled on his hair lightly whilst biting down on Thomas' lip as well, he couldn't help the sound that escaped.

Thomas cursed at himself, and Newt pulled away as he undid the zipper of the others jeans, removing them before removing his own.

"I still think this is a horrible idea."

"You want me." Thomas hated himself because he knew that what Newt said was true. But that didn't mean that he liked it.

"Just get it over with then." And Newt did just that, removing Thomas' boxers a lot slower than he would've liked before taking off his own.

"Do we even have a condom?" Newt laughed, taking Thomas' beanie off his head and placing it beside him before lacing their hands together on top of Thomas' head.

"Is there a risk for me to get pregnant? No. Now relax. We've done this before." Thomas nodded, ignoring the fact that he was going crazy on the inside as Newt slowly slid down onto him.

"Oh god, Newt." Newt didn't say anything, moving up and down slowly on top of Thomas as they both started panting. And Thomas didn't know what he did, but out of nowhere, Newt moaned loudly, closing his eyes and biting his lip as he arched his back into it.

"Tommy. Please do that again." The problem was, Thomas didn't know what he'd done. But he also didn't want to leave Newt unsatisfied, so he tried to recreate the little movement he'd made. He slowly placed his hands on Newt's back, pressing their chests against each other as he dug his nails into the blondes skin, and he moved his hips upwards in a slow and steady rhythm.

He couldn't help the smirk that made its way onto his face when Newt moaned again. Thomas also couldn't help the warmth that was growing unbearable in his stomach by the minute, and he wondered if Newt felt it too. He assumed that the other did, and they were both slowly getting messy with their movement as they were closer to the edge. Thomas knew that Newt had reached his climax when he let himself completely fall on top of Thomas with his weight. And the other followed shortly after.

They both took a few minutes to regain their breathing, and they could feel each others heartbeats as their chests were touching. Newt was the first to move, shakily getting up and getting all their clothes together in one spot. Thomas slowly got up too, going over to the sink to get some paper towels for them both to get cleaned up with.

Newt thanked him, surprising them both a bit before they put their boxers and jeans back on, Thomas going over to the trash can to throw the towels away while Newt cleaned up the broken shards of glass that they'd luckily not walked on when they'd gotten off the table. He put the remainder of his drugs in his backpack, throwing everything else, like the beakers, away.

Both of the boys froze when they heard someone knock on the door, and they shared a look before Newt rushed to get the window open to the fire exit, Thomas collecting both their shirts, Newt's leather jacket and his beanie as soon as he could. He looked back to see if they left anything behind, seeing that they didn't.

Newt ushered for him to crawl out the window to reach the ladder, and he did whilst trying to put on his flannel. He left it unbuttoned for now, not really caring as he just felt the need to go somewhere where he wasn't going to get caught sneaking around. Thomas continued holding Newt's button down though, along with his own beanie as he saw Newt climbing down the ladder as well. But not before closing the window.

In any other situation, Thomas may've laughed because Newt was still topless, but he remained quiet as he finally reached the grass below with his feet. He started running towards Newt's car, hearing Newt follow suit. And then he couldn't help it, he burst out laughing as Newt did the same. Thomas turned his body around, throwing Newt his button down as the other chose to do what he'd done. Wearing it unbuttoned.

Thomas reached Newt's car, waiting for the other to unlock it. But instead of the lights flickering, indicating that the car was accessible, Newt turned him around, connecting their lips as Thomas giggled. Newt held onto his wrist with one hand, the other touching his exposed chest as light as a feather. Trailing his fingers downwards like the rain drops hitting both their skin. Thomas took his free hand, weaving it into the others drenched hair.

Newt eventually let his hands graze over the beginning of Thomas' jeans, and he played with the hem of the boys flannel before slowly starting to button it up for him. Thomas smiled into the kiss, opting to do the same for Newt. Eventually they were both wearing their clothes properly, and Newt gently placed Thomas' beanie on his messy hair.

Thomas pulled away from the kiss, once again, gasping for air as Newt looked him in the eyes.

"Let's get you home."