"I'm not going out with Minho."

"What?!" Thomas snapped as he frowned hard at his friend.

"Not until whatever happened gets settled out."

"Nothing happened," Thomas said as he let out a breath and rested his head on his hands. They were in the back of the cafeteria upon Thomas' request. He stopped feeling mad at Newt three days prior, now he was just upset because he kinda missed him even though he wouldn't dare admit it.

Teresa rolled her eyes. "You haven't spoken to him or about him in a week, I know something is up."

"We just don't get along."

"You can't lie to me and you know it." Teresa huffed. "I always know when you are. I've waited a whole week to ask what happened, now you're just straight up refusing to tell me."

"I don't want to talk about it," Thomas said in a soft voice. "I want you to go on that date that was supposed to be tonight."

Teresa groaned loudly. "Thomas what is going on?! You never hide things from me."

"Because this doesn't matter!" Thomas snapped.

"Of course it matters you can't just go from-"

"Can you just drop it?!"

Teresa's froze immediately, an expression of pure shock taking up her face. She let out a breath. "Okay I don't know why you're being suck a dick today, but when you want to pull your head out of your fucking ass, you can talk to me then."

"Wait T, I'm s-"

Teresa rolled her eyes and got up, leaving Thomas in the lunch room by himself.

He dropped his head onto the table. How did he keep managing to keep fucking everything up?

Thomas glanced out the window of the cafeteria and got the stupidest idea he'd ever had.

He slung his backpack over his shoulder and as quietly as he could, slipped out of the cafeteria and out of the school.

_____

Newt woke up to his phone ringing. He was sleeping a lot this past week. Everything was kinda fucked up and sleeping was the closest he could get to being dead. Without looking at the caller ID he picked it up and mumbled a sleepy "you've reached deadpool, make it worth my time".

Newt shot up as he heard a cracked voice practically pleading "Newt" into the receiver.

"Baby boy, that you?"

"I-I know you hate me b-but I might need help." The boy broke off into a choked sob which made the hair on Newt's arms stand up.

"Where are you? What happened?"

"I-I don't know." Spidey let out a sob again. "I-I really fucked up this time."

"Turn on your location," Newt said as he got up and scrambled to put his suit on. "I'll be right there."

Newt was out of his apartment in five minutes. He had his katanas and even strapped some extra guns in various locations on his body. If someone hurt Spidey they were going to fucking regret it.

Twenty minutes was all it took for Newt to find the hero on the roof of some building. His hands were clenched around his stomach and he was making concerning groaning noises. Newt dropped down next to him immediately.

"Baby boy what happened?" Newt asked as he gently put his hands on the boy.

"T-tried to handle it myself."

"Shit Spidey is that blood?" Newt finally saw what his hands were trying to cover. "Did you get shot?!"

Spiderman nodded. "Hurts really bad."

"Okay we're going back to my apartment."

Newt didn't give the boy time to protest, he just picked him up as carefully as he could and held him as close as possible to his chest.

"After I fix you up I'm gonna kick your ass," Newt mumbled as he started walking with the injured boy in his arms.

"D-didn't know they'd have so many guns," Spidey muttered weakly.

Newt shook his head. "Baby boy come on, you're not an amateur, they always have guns."

By the time they got to the apartment Spidey was barely conscious. Newt kicked the apartment door open and placed him on the couch.

"You got another suit?" Newt asked as he pulled one of his emergency knives out of his belt.

"Yeah."

"Good," Newt replied as he immediately sliced the suit open down the side and pulled the fabric off the injured boys stomach.

Newt cringed as he saw the wound. The blood was the most concerning part, also the fact that the bullet was definitely still in there.

"Baby boy this is gonna suck so bad."

Spidey let out a pained sounding laugh as he reached out his hand. "At least hold me while you do whatever you're going to do."

Newt smiled softly and took his hand. "I won't lie to you, this is gonna hurt like a bitch."

"Don't freak out," Spidey said softly before reaching up and tugging his mask off. "I-I couldn't breathe well."

If Newt was attracted to the boy before, it was nothing compared to now. He had soft looking dark brown hair and little moles all over his face that Newt wanted nothing more than to put his mouth on. His skin was smooth and his eyes were deep brown. They would have been more captivating if they weren't red with tears and squinted in pain.

"I appreciate the staring, but maybe can we do it when there's not a bullet in my stomach?"

Newt shook his head quickly. "Yup, yeah okay bullet yeah." Newt gave the beautiful boy a smile that he hoped looked reassuring. "I'm a pro at this don't worry."

Newt emptied out his belt, grabbing his pathetic excuse for a first aid kit. "I need to pull the bullet out okay baby boy?"

Spidey nodded, pulling his lip between his teeth. "This is gonna hurt so bad."

"Do you want me to lie to you?" Newt asked as he squeezed the boy's hand tighter.

Spidey nodded, the fear suddenly crossing his face.

Newt stupidly pulled the boy's hand to his mouth and placed a soft kiss to the back of his hand. "Now fair maiden, this won't hurt a bit. Right after this simple procedure we will be back to our steamy night of Valentines Day sex."

Spidey let out a soft laugh. "I-It's not Valentine's Day."

Newt gently tapped the bottom of him chin. "Head back baby boy, you're not gonna wanna watch okay?"

Spidey listened as he let his eyes close and his head lay on the arm of the couch.

Newt got to work, doing what he'd done to himself a hundred times before just with a lot more care.

Pulling the bullet out was the worst part. Spidey's screams were awful. The sound ripped from his throat as hot tears poured down his face.

"Ah!" Newt yelped as he finally got the little piece of metal loose. He gently stroked Spidey's side. "There you go baby boy, just gotta do a little more."

Spidey's eyes were squeezed closed and his hair was damp with sweat. "Y-you better cuddle the shit out of me after this."

Newt smiled and wrapped his wound as carefully as he could. The bleeding wasn't horrible and it wasn't filling up the gaws so Newt wasn't too concerned.

"Do you want some clothes Spider baby?" Newt asked as he gently pressed a masked kiss to Spidey's stomach.

"It's Thomas."

"What?"

"My name is Thomas."

Newt's expression softened. "Why are you telling me that baby boy?"

"Because you've seen my face, most of my body and I guess now you can put a name to it now."

Newt grinned and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Okay Tommy. Not that I don't love having you almost naked on my couch, but I'm going to get you those clothes."

Newt came back with a giant hoodie. "Okay look, this is probably all I have..."

Spi-Tommy reached out his hands and shook his head. "Whatever is fine."

He looked exhausted. Newt felt a protective urge in his chest to make sure that no one would hurt that boy ever again.

"Arms up for me baby boy," Newt said as he tried to get Thomas into the hoodie as carefully as he could.

Thomas laughed lightly. "I tell you my name and you still call me those stupid pet names."

"You love it."

Thomas hummed as Newt handed him some pills. "Just painkillers I promise."

Thomas took them and then reached out his arms as if it wasn't the cutest thing Newt had ever seen.

"What's that for?"

Thomas sighed and grabbed for Newt again. "I just got shot, I need someone to hold me."

"If you think my thic ass is fitting on that couch with you, you're crazy. We're gonna have to do some rearranging."

Thomas flinched as Newt scooped him up in a cliche bridal style which of course made Thomas laugh.

"You forgot to give me pants," Thomas mumbled as the cut up parts of his suit fell to the ground.

"Less work for me later." Newt winked which got him smacked.

"If you want sweatpants I can get them for you, I just figured you'd be hot."

Thomas hummed and rested his head on Newt's shoulder. "It's okay, I sleep in boxers anyways, I was just being a little shit."

Newt laughed as he finally made it to his room. "If you being a little shit gets you in my bed, I'm not even complaining."

Newt put the boy down as carefully as he could. Thomas instantly curled into the blanket pile Newt had on his bed. He shifted over to the wall and reached out his arm again.

Newt shook his head and he kicked off his boots. "You're so needy today."

Thomas nodded but smiled as Newt crawled into the bed next to him.

"Thank you," Thomas said softly as he pushed himself into Newt's body.

"You know we have to talk about this tomorrow right?" Newt asked as he finally let his hands touch Spidey's soft cheeks. Thomas' eyes fluttered closed as Newt practically caressed his face.

"You gonna yell at me?"

"Probably," Newt admitted as he felt Thomas trying to push even closer to him.

"Fair," Thomas said softly. "I probably deserve it."

"But now, you need to sleep."

"I missed you," Thomas said softly.

Newt put his finger over his lips. "Shh, we'll deal with it all tomorrow."

"You can take your mask off," Thomas mumbled, half asleep. "I won't judge you. I know you can't sleep with it on."

Newt shook his head lightly as he combed his fingers through Thomas' hair. "Go to sleep baby boy. It'll help you heal."

Thomas nodded, letting Newt settle in and cuddle him to the best of his ability while being careful.

"Goodnight Tommy," Newt whispered as he held the boy close to his chest.

Yeah, no matter what, he'd always come when Thomas called.

___

"I don't know what the fuck you were thinking!" Newt screamed as Thomas practically cowered in the corner of the living room. "You went out there alone while you knew that they had guns?! Why the fuck would you even be that stupid?!"

"I was mad at you," Thomas said weakly as he watched Newt pace in front of the couch.

The merc immediately turned to him, clutching his chest. "You put your LIFE in danger because we had a FIGHT?!"

"I wanted to prove that I didn't need you!" Thomas argued back. He tried to stand up but winced due to the pain in his side.

"You's so stupid!" Newt exclaimed as he threw his hands up.

Thomas winced. "Can we go back to last night when you were cuddling me and telling me I was cute?"

"You're lucky I haven't murdered you yet!" Newt shouted as he threw himself down on the couch.

Thomas made his way over to the couch, keeping his hands clamped over his slowly healing bullet wound. He had some sort of healing factor but it was nothing compared to Newt's. Newt was literally invincible, Thomas could just heal faster than the average human. He carefully sat down on the couch, gently nudging Newt with his foot.

"Look I'm sorry..."

"Tommy," Newt said, cutting him off. "You don't get it."

"Tell me what I don't get then," Thomas practically begged.

"I pushed you away because I knew that'd hurt you and you'd stay away. I did it because I knew you'd get hurt being close to me and baby boy I want you so so bad. It now seems to me that no matter what you'll get hurt. I tried to keep you away and you still got hurt."

"You know how stupid you sound right?" Thomas said gently.

Newt snorted out a laugh. "I'm being serious Tommy."

"I knew what I was getting myself into. I wouldn't have stayed here if I didn't trust you. I trusted you to keep me safe idiot and you did."

"Until last night."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "That was my fault. I ran straight into a WICKED trade out of my sheer terrible judgement and petty emotions...plus I'm fine now."

"Yeah you're fine because you had half a brain cell and called me."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "I can take care of myself."

"Oh baby boy, I'm well aware of that, I just couldn't live with myself if anything bad happened to you."

"What about you?" Thomas asked as he shifted closer on the couch.

"What about me?"

"You spend all this time and energy trying to make me happy, but what about yourself? Who's making you happy?"

Newt was quiet for a moment, something that was very rare for him. "I-I don't know how to answer that question Tommy."

Thomas gently grabbed the merc's hands and put them on his hips. "Come here, help me out."

Newt's breath caught as Thomas, with much difficulty, managed to straddle his lap.

Thomas put his hands on Newt's shoulder and put his forehead against the skin of Newt's mask. "You're allowed to be happy too. You're allowed to let people make you happy."

"I'm very happy right now." Newt choked out as his hands hovered over Thomas' hips like he was afraid to touch him again.

Thomas smiled softly. "You can touch me on one condition."

"Which is?" Newt asked as he cocked his head.

"You take your mask off."

He felt Newt stiffen but Thomas was done with the insecure shit.

"If you think for a second I'm going to run away then you're stupider than me."

"Okay," Newt said softly as he let his hands rest on Thomas' hips. "But you have to do it because I won't."

Thomas gently took the fabric of the mask under his fingers and lifted it up slowly as if Newt would run away if he moved too fast. He felt the merc's hands tighten on his hips and his breath catch but it didn't stop Thomas.
The first thing he noticed were Newt's eyes. His eyes were warm brown and pretty and Thomas kinda wanted to stare into them forever. The second thing he noticed was the scars. There were several, long and jagged that wrapped around his cheeks and eyes and neck and ears. Thomas did the first thing he thought of and gently ran his finger down the thickest scar.
Newt flinched, his grip tightening significantly.

"You're pretty," Thomas said softly as he ran his fingers through Newt's long uncombed blonde hair.

"Stop," Newt said through clenched teeth.

"Stop what?" Thomas asked as he let his hands fall from his face.

"You don't have to lie to me."

Thomas rolled his eyes and did the thing he'd been wanting to do deep down for weeks.

He kissed Newt. He kissed him hard. He held onto his face and shifted forward in his lap and Newt was gripping at his hips and practically whining into his mouth and Thomas had very limited experience but whatever Newt was doing to his mouth felt good and he decided he wanted to do this for hours.

Newt pulled away a little, causing Thomas to chase his mouth which in hindsight was pretty embarrassing.

Newt laughed lightly. "Calm down baby boy, we have plenty of time for that."

Thomas full on pouted. "Why can't we go back to it."

"One, you're injured so we need to slow down. Two, I wanted to make sure that you know what you're getting yourself into and three there's something I gotta do."

Thomas cocked his head. "What do you have to do?"

Newt grinned. "Have you ever seen finding Nemo?"

"Uh yeah why."

"I'm gonna touch the butt."

Thomas laughed as Newt's hand immediately fell to his ass.

Newt let out an obscene moaning sound. "Jesus Christ almighty Tommy. I can't even tell you how many times I've dreamed about this. It's even better up close in person."

Thomas buried his face in the side of Newt's neck as he continued his assault on his ass.

"This is a gift from god. Your ass was handcrafted by the father himself."

"Do you even believe in God?"

"I do now," Newt said as he kissed at Thomas' throat. "Baby boy I'm going to ruin you."

Thomas' grip tightened on his shoulders and he shifted a bit on his lap. "If we're gonna do, whatever it is we're doing, you can't push me away."

"I'll work on it," Newt whispered as he pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I promise I'll work on it."

"Okay." Thomas felt himself smiling as Newt kissed him again and again and again.

The door swung open and Thomas turned around, almost falling off Newt's lap.

"Oh thank god," Minho groaned as he took off his shoes. "I was sick of Newt crying about you."

Newt threw his hands up in celebration. "Spideypool is canon Minho!"

Thomas shook his head as he looked between the two roommates.

What the fuck did he get himself into.