Regarding drugs in this chapter, I've never taken any (and don't want to) so I had to ask someone I know about how this all works. So I'm not sure how accurate this is, and I don't exactly want to google it XD And also, Jack Daniel's seems to be a reoccurring theme in my stories... And I am updating early because I always update when something happens and The new Scorch Trials trailer is out so I mean that's pretty important. But I swear if Newt doesn't say Tommy.

Thomas could go for seven. Seven seemed like a good number at the moment. So, he took that exact amount of pain killers and placed them in his palm. Maybe eight would be better? He stuck with seven.

He was tired on this particular Saturday. Exhausted actually. And all he wanted was to feel a bit better. Thomas had called in sick the entire week since the incident on Monday with Newt and Minho, but that led him to actually feeling ill unlike before. He hadn't taken any anti-anxiety meds since Tuesday, so he found himself often shaking at the tiniest of things.

Then on Wednesday he woke up feeling like he was in physical pain when there were no injuries visible on his body. Thomas hurt everywhere, and he had dragged himself over to his duffel bag to take two pain killers that day. On Thursday it was four. Only one yesterday. Now seven. It was getting out of hand. He knew that it was, he knew it was dangerous, but he didn't want to stop.

Thomas just wanted the pain to go away. He needed it to.

He didn't even acknowledge the breakfast on the table when he walked out of the bathroom that morning. Thomas just got some apple juice. He saw that Ash was out on the balcony again, a habit since Monday apparently. Minho was out. They hadn't talked much since Wednesday morning, Thomas asking how it went once he'd left. Apparently Newt had walked out after Thomas, and Minho had thought that he went after the boy. Newt obviously hadn't, Thomas would've known, and he would've lied if he'd said that he wasn't a bit disappointed that the blonde hadn't stopped him.

Thomas was completely sure at this point that Minho hated Newt. Full on despised the blonde. And Thomas normally wouldn't have minded it. But in this case, Minho would constantly annoy him about it. The few minutes they'd still talk every day, were spent arguing over Newt. Ash tried to stay out of it, but he could see that it was slowly taking a toll on her too. He wasn't sure how many cigarettes she'd been through this week, but the amount worried him. Their balcony had become like her second home.

The boy was pouring the juice into his glass as he looked up at the TV by the wall in the living room that you could see in the kitchen, seeing that the weather channel was on. All he could see on the screen were rain droplets, so he knew that that clearly wasn't gonna improve any time soon. And neither was his mood.

Speaking of his mood, Newt was responsible for most of it without even being in his presence. And yes, Minho would constantly annoy Thomas about the boy, but Thomas wasn't stupid enough to say that he was wrong. He knew that Minho was right in a way. Thomas had picked up on his own mood and personality by now. But that didn't mean that he wanted to hear it from the other.

Because the thing was, he didn't want someone to tell him what he already knew. That just confirmed that it was more likely to be true. And Thomas really hated that. He hated how right Minho could be. And he hated himself for defending the blonde. But Thomas couldn't help it.

He'd realized slowly that he hates Newt for what he does, but desires him with just as much passion.

The rest of his Saturday was pretty dull until Minho came home at around five. They gave each other an unfriendly nod as the older walked into his room, shutting the door in the process while Thomas sipped on his beer. Ash had been inside occasionally if her head had started to hurt from reading, but she'd always walk back out and leave him alone.

The medication Thomas took this morning felt like it had never been taken. He still felt like he was in pain, and he was tense the entire time when he just wanted to relax. And that's when his eyes widened as he slowly remembered something about Newt.

He was a dealer. A drug dealer.

So that's how he found himself dialing the blondes number after weeks, holding it to his ear as he continued to stare at the TV showing cartoons. It took a while, but he eventually heard the others raspy voice with the accent laced between.

"Tommy? Kinda surprised to hear from you after so long." Thomas bit his lip, the nickname sending shivers down his spine. He really had no self control when it came to Newt.

"I just have a question." To say the blonde expected that would've been a lie, Thomas rarely asked him questions. And calling up after weeks of silence seemed slightly off putting.

"Okay, what is it?" Talking to Newt again made him realize how much he missed his presence, and he tried so hard to snap out of the trance he'd dragged himself into. But the more he tried, the less possible it was.

"Is there any possibility that you could supply me with some drugs? Anything to calm my nerves?" The blonde almost spit out the water that he'd been drinking when he heard Thomas' question, having to replay it in his mind to see if he was just imagining this phone call. But Newt obviously wasn't imagining it. Thomas had really asked for drugs, and Newt was more than willing to provide him with some.

"Yeah, it's possible. I have some weed that we can smoke. Come over?" Thomas knew that going to Newt's would probably somehow end up with them in bed together, but he simply agreed. He wanted to calm down and maybe live a little bit as he'd never taken a single drug in his twenty one years of life.

"I'll be there in an hour. Thanks. You're a babe." Neither of them knew where the babe had suddenly emerged from, but he hung up before Newt could say anything about it.

Thomas took a quick cold shower before putting on a pair of jeans and a sweater. It was still cold and rainy, and he didn't feel the need to impress Newt. The other probably didn't care much anyway. He'd prefer all of Thomas' clothes on the floor along with his own.

"Ash?" The girl looked up when Thomas had called her from the balcony door, and she glanced up from her book to look at him, waiting for him to go on.

"I'm gonna head out to get some air. Haven't been anywhere since Monday. Tell Minho if he even bothers asking." She gave him a thumbs up, and he took that as his signal to leave. So, that's what he did.

His memory was vague of where Newt lived exactly, but he found it eventually and parked his car not too far away. Thomas realized quickly that he needed a password to get inside, so he rung Newt up instead with the call box, and the other boy buzzed him in just a few seconds later. Finding Newt's apartment door wasn't all too difficult, but that was mainly because the blonde had already opened the door for him and stood there waiting with a proud smirk on his face. Thomas mentally hit himself for wanting to kiss it away.

"Feels like we haven't been together in ages. I missed you, Tommy." Thomas gave a smile in return, walking past him to get into the apartment that he was almost too familiar with. He'd been against at least one wall in every room, furiously kissing the other before ending up in the bedroom. Thomas didn't want to end up there tonight. For now at least.

"The balcony is straight ahead. I'll get the things together." Thomas simply agreed, stepping out onto the balcony and taking a seat on one of the two chairs. A glass table was between them, and the seats were surprisingly well cushioned, Thomas noted.

"Have you done this before?" He looked up at the blonde, shaking his head while a blush crept onto his face. Newt could've sworn he looked like a beaten up puppy. The rain made his face and clothes wet, his big brown eyes held curiosity and uncertainty, and his whole way of sitting showed his lack in self confidence.

"Well I have two joints. We can share one first. If you'd like another to relax, we'll share the other one." Thomas nodded again, going with whatever Newt said as he had no experience with this whatsoever.

"Treat it like a cigarette. I also have water in case you need. And I promise that I haven't drugged that." They both chuckled, and Thomas sighed as he played with his hands.

"Do you have alcohol?" He'd expected the answer to be no with Newt still not being legal, but surprisingly, the blonde nodded.

"Jack Daniels or Vodka Lemon?" Thomas shrugged.

"Surprise me." Newt brought out the Jack, Thomas being slightly relieved as Vodka had never been his thing. Sure, he drank it quite a bit, but liking it was another story.

"I'll get us two glasses." Thomas nodded, waiting for Newt once again as his patience was slowly growing thin. He was incredibly nervous, barely being able to concentrate on the fact that he was about to do this. But if he calmed down, then it would be worth it.

Thomas saw Newt sit back down across from him, and he wanted to pull the other closer immediately afterwards. They weren't as close as he wanted them to be. He wanted to be able to touch Newt if he desired, which he slowly did.

Newt poured each glass half way with the alcohol he'd provided, and Thomas slowly thanked him as he took a sip from one of them. Newt just smiled, placing the joint between his lips as he lit the end. Thomas almost hit his head against the table as punishment for thinking that Newt lighting it was so attractive.

"Here." Newt handed him the joint that he himself had already inhaled once, and Thomas took it slowly as he was worried he'd drop it with his unsteady hands.

"It's okay, Tommy. You don't need to be so scared."

"I'm not shaking because I'm scared." Thomas said as he slowly inhaled, coughing as soon as he did. He was slowly reconsidering this to just feel better.

"Why are you shaking?" Thomas shrugged, laughing bitterly to himself as he chipped his nail.

"I'm just anxious. I don't know. Haven't been able to stop shaking for days. I just want to calm down." Newt nodded as Thomas handed the joint back to him, and he took it from him to take another drag.

"So, anxiety? That must suck." Thomas nodded as he downed the rest of his glass quickly, shaking his head as the bitter taste burnt his throat. Newt refilled his glass for him, and Thomas smiled gratefully before he drank that too.

"You really are a babe." Newt chuckled, pressing the tip of the joint down onto his ash tray.

"No, you're just a bit tipsy." Thomas shook his head, moving closer to Newt as he looked into his eyes. Newt's eyes were still dark and cold, but so damn attractive that Thomas couldn't stop looking. They were almost darker than the sky on this rainy evening, and they were colder than the wind blowing his hair into a mess.

Thomas started shuffling around in his chair while Newt stared ahead. He was growing a bit uncomfortable in his seat at the thought of having Newt again. Or more like Newt having him again. Thomas realized how screwed he was when he just wanted to be thrown onto the others bed.

"N-Newt." Thomas stuttered out, and the other smirked as if he'd read the boys thought.

"Yes, my love?" There it was again. Newt was wording everything as if Thomas was his possession. Normally it would've been a sweet gesture, but it didn't quite come across that way when the blonde said it.

"I'm craving you." Newt raised his eyebrows, his smile never leaving his face as he tugged on Thomas' wrist until Thomas got up. Thomas went to sit on the boys lap, something both of them didn't mind.

Newt slowly bit down on his earlobe lightly, and Thomas moaned as quite a few inappropriate thoughts flooded his mind. It got worse for him when Newt slowly let one of his hands slip under his shirt, his lips trailing wet kisses along Thomas' collarbone.

"Well I have certain desires too, Tommy." Thomas moaned, tilting his head to the side so that Newt could reach his neck better.

"What desires?" He managed to get out before Newt sucked on his exposed skin.

"Certain desires when it comes to what I want to do to you. I find myself wanting one in particular so much that just the thought of it makes me want to push you against a wall." Thomas nodded, unable to speak at the moment.

"E-elaborate." He could feel Newt's wicked smile on his neck as he pushed Thomas closer to his body.

"Restraining you." Newt got a loud moan in response, louder than Thomas had intended it to be, and Newt placed a kiss on his lips in satisfaction.

"W-with what?" He gasped out, Newt leaning their foreheads together as he slowly stood up. He had his arms on Thomas' thighs as Thomas had his legs around the blondes waist.

"Handcuffs." Thomas had to try not to smile, which failed as he tried to hide his face.

"Sounds tempting." Newt nodded as he carried him into the bedroom, laying him down onto the bed as he crawled on top. Thomas should've made a run for it by now, neither of them were thinking straight and he'd told himself he wouldn't end up here again. But now he wanted the other.

"I hate you." He muttered as he closed his eyes, feeling something cold wrap around his wrists and tighten. It wasn't tightened to the point where it hurt, but he definitely felt it. Newt wasn't kidding, and oddly enough he felt slightly turned on.

"I know. And I love that."