Chapter 10

I'm getting into this whole regular updating thing :) and I have decided that...... I shall make a Newtmas/Dylmas imagines book. And I shall post it soon. And I will also be adding music and pictures to chapters. And I will most definitely be killing my Macbook because it won't freaking cooperate with meeeeeee. Oh and I'm just gonna have this small warning here - This chapter could also be a little triggering like chapter 8 was, and I may or may not have gotten a little carried away and I wouldn't say that there's anything explicit in this chapter (cause I could never even go there XD) but some things are implied. Oh and I was gonna add a picture at the top at my failed attempt at an edit so yea I got skills XD (not really) but I don't know how to do that cause it needs a link and ugh fuck you wattpad. And the song is meant for the first part. You'll know what I mean. This is getting really long so I'm gonna shut up. NOT EDITED Chapter is dedicated to lovemenewt cause they always comment and it's so fun reading XD

"I hate you! You're completely useless!" He could hear his mother scream from the other side of the door that he had slid against, but he barely seemed to register her words. He felt numb as he sat there, and every word his mother seemed to say didn't hit him as hard as it normally would've. And it wasn't because he was used to it. It was because he had found something that caused him greater pain than his mum's insults.

Fighting with Thomas was definitely not something he enjoyed, and it was not something he wanted to grow accustomed to either. He hated the feeling he got when he was left alone after a fight. His breathing quickened as he felt like he wasn't inhaling properly and needed to consume more air. As soon as Thomas left he wanted him to come back. Newt had come to rely on Thomas, wether he wanted it or not, and he just wanted him to stay.

"I need you Tommy." He whispered as he placed his knees up to his chest and rested his head against his legs.

"Are you even listening to me?" A bang on the door startled Newt and he moved away from it hastily. He wanted to respond so that she'd be quicker to leave him alone, but nothing came.

"I'll take that as a no." All that was going through his mind was how he wished Thomas was still here when she had said that. Because he knew that if there wasn't a lock on that door, he'd be on the floor struggling to breathe for a different reason.

"I-I am listening." He managed to whimper as he crawled over to his bed and hoisted himself up to lie down on the mattress.

His mum didn't respond after that, and he assumed that she had walked away as he did not hear her anymore either. After a few minutes of silence, he fell asleep.
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Newt's Sunday was spent staring at the wall in front of him, multiple pictures that he'd taken over the years splayed across it. He didn't want to get up, he couldn't even if he did. Newt was exhausted, and the fact that his phone was constantly ringing didn't help his head either.

Newt knew who it was. It didn't take a mastermind to figure it out. He had no friends besides Thomas (if you could even consider him a friend), and so in turn, no one but Thomas had his number. Newt glanced over at his phone, sighing before deciding to reach for it on his nightstand. It was in fact, Thomas, and Newt didn't know if he should've felt happy about that or incredibly angry that the other boy had the nerve to message him.

He tapped on the messenger icon that had the amount of unread messages displayed on the top. Seventeen. Newt had seventeen messages from the same person. The first read a "I'm sorry." and a few others said something along the lines of "I'll be back with you as soon as I can." But one specific message stood out to Newt more than any other, it was the second last one he'd received, around twenty minutes ago, and he couldn't help but tap his fingers nervously on the screen of his device as he had a great urge to answer.

I didn't just kiss you because I felt like it. And I never meant for it to seem like I'm the type to just kiss someone only to get up the next minute because I have to go. I've never kissed anyone the way I've kissed you, but that's because I haven't felt as crazy about anyone ever besides you.

The amount of information Newt gathered from that one message was overwhelming. It was a lot to take in, especially for him. He had no idea what to say to that. What he did understand was that Thomas had some sort of feelings for him. He had no idea what type of feelings, but it was definitely something. And if Thomas was telling the truth and he really hadn't ever kissed someone the way he had kissed Newt, then Newt didn't know what to believe about the others feelings anymore. Because to him, Thomas had seemed so invested in Newt, memorizing him, memorizing his movement. And he'd made sure that Newt was comfortable. Thomas just seemed to care so much for Newt in general, and he'd kissed him as if Newt would've been able to fall apart at any moment. And Newt had fallen apart eventually, but Thomas' lips weren't there to pull him out of it.

And what stood out to Newt the most was the feeling of love. He felt like Thomas had put such strong affection and love into the kiss that it was almost impossible to pull away.

But Thomas couldn't love Newt. Newt wouldn't let him even if he did. So very slowly, he typed out words he instantly regretted as soon as he'd written them, but he didn't erase it, he sent it.

I'm done with you. I don't want to talk to you again. And I don't want to see you again.

What he wrote was a lie, Newt knew that it was, and his throat felt painfully dry as he held back a sob.

You don't mean that.

You're right, I don't, Newt thought to himself as he contemplated on answering or not. He did, and what he wrote was one of the most painful things he'd ever had to do. Worse than injuring his pale skin, worse than anything he'd done.

I hate you.

Newt didn't hate Thomas, it was far from that actually. He wouldn't call it love yet, but he knew that he could potentially get to that if he and Thomas would've continued in any way. Newt would've fallen in love with Thomas, and this was his way of preventing it.

He could see that Thomas had read his message at the bottom of the screen, but no reply came. Newt stared blankly at it and the time dragged out, but still, nothing. A part of him wanted Thomas to give in, which he assumed that he'd now done, but another part of Newt wanted him to keep trying anyway, despite whatever hurtful and stupid thing Newt throws at him.

His mother had left him alone the whole day, and he hadn't left his room either. He had a bathroom connected to his room, and he wasn't hungry anyway, so food wasn't necessary to get. Newt stayed there until nightfall came back around and he realized that tomorrow was Monday. And not just any Monday, it was a Monday alone without Thomas.

Those days were the worst for him because others always used that as an opportunity to try to get into his head, to try to mess with him again and beat him up if they desired. And all Newt wanted was Thomas.

Newt started trembling in fear as tomorrows non existing events started to weigh down on him, and he quickly rushed out of his bed and ran straight towards the shower where the one thing that welcomed him with open arms lay. He started pacing around the marbled bathroom before storming back out to his room and discarding his clothes, rushing back to the shower once again and turning on the water to a painfully low temperature. But he almost didn't register it, he was too numb to notice anything but the pull at his heart. Music. That's what he needed.

He hopped back out of the shower to go get his phone from the other room, still with an empty screen indicating no new message from Thomas. Newt went over to his desk, rummaging through the messy stack of things he had laid out before finding what he was looking for.

Going back to the bathroom once more and shutting the door behind him, he turned on his speakers and connected them with his phone before choosing the first song that came to mind for whatever he was feeling right now. And then he remembered another thing he was forgetting. Making his third trip to his room, he went through his backpack to find his cigarettes and lighter before returning to his desired place. If Thomas couldn't make him happy, he'd make himself happy. And this was Newt's happiness, no matter how messed up it seemed to anyone on the outside.

The anxiety he'd felt seemed to leave his body in a steady pace as he could finally relax when he stepped into the shower with his scissors and cigarette between his lips. The flow of the water wasn't strong enough for his cigarette to burn out, which was good for him. He slid down the wall and sat with his knees up, cigarette between his lips, lungs inhaling the smoke, and skin being torn apart by Newt's harsh force against it.

Newt was pretty sure that he was insane by then. Especially when he let out a laugh at how much he was enjoying this. The one place where he felt the most alone, the most broken, was the place where he was the happiest if he wanted to be. Newt coughed when he breathed in too much smoke at once, and he quickly discarded it when he had decided that he'd had enough of it. But he hadn't had enough of his scissors, which currently were being unused as he was busy studying the blade with his fingers. Grazing over the sharp corners before going back to the handle, and he found himself singing the lyrics to the song playing when the chorus came.

"See the flames inside my eyes. It burns so bright, I wanna feel your love. Easy baby maybe I'm a liar. But for tonight I wanna fall in love. Put your faith in my stomach."

Newt never thought that he was a good singer, but at the moment he really couldn't find it in him to care, so he continued for the second verse.

"I messed up this time. Late last night. Drinking to suppress devotion with fingers intertwined. I can't shake this feeling. Now. We're going through the motions. Hoping you'd stop. And though I've only caused you pain. I know but all of my words will always below. Of all the love you spoke. When you're on my road. Walking me home."

And the chorus came back and so did Newt's harsh treatment to his arms and stomach. He was sick of everything at this point, and his happiness had turned to great anger as he unleashed it on himself. People thought he was weak, but he knew they'd think the opposite if they saw what he'd done to himself.

And then Newt suddenly stopped, letting his scissors fall out of his grasp as his eyes widened. He realized it as soon as he'd looked at his arms and had the need to get up to call Thomas to say that he needed him.

He realized that Thomas was what he needed to help him through everything, and he always found himself crawling back to the other when he'd wanted it to be the other way around. So he got up and prayed that the commercial for his phone really held up the promise of being waterproof, quickly retrieving it from the dock and sitting back down in his shower before going to call Thomas.

After a few rings he answered, just like he'd done two nights ago.

"N-Newt?" Newt wanted to say something funny, or sarcastic, or anything to break the tension that he felt. But he held himself back.

"Tommy." Newt hadn't meant for his voice to come out so weak and strained, but it did, and Newt almost hit his head against the wall behind him for it.

"Why are you calling me?" Many possible answers went through Newt's mind as he thought about which to take, but his mind quickly stopped going through each option when he heard Thomas crying.

"You're crying." Thomas chuckled.

"Is that a question or a statement?"

"Statement." Newt was suddenly fully alert of anything he could hear on the other line, worry coursing through him.

"Guess I am crying then." The blonde wanted to ask why, but then he thought about it and came up with an answer of his own, which was soon confirmed when the other spoke again.

"Why? Why do you hate me? I've done so much for you. I helped you out the day we met, I tried to keep you happy, I tried to make you laugh and smile, I cared for you, I came over to yours in the middle of the night when you needed me even after you'd argued with me. And after everything I've done for you, you tell me you hate me?"

"You make it sound like it's all in the past. Like it's never gonna happen again."

"Newt do you even listen to me at all? Or yourself for that matter? Of course I still care. That's not in the past. And of course I still want to make you smile and laugh, be there for you whenever I can. But do you really expect me to stick around when you tell me that you hate me? Do you not notice how much you're hurting me? I'm crying because of you for fucks sake!" Newt held the phone away from his ear when the others tone of voice had raised to a higher level, and he wanted to beg and plead to get the other to listen, but he didn't.

"I-I... Tommy you don't... I mean it's just hard for me. It's hard for me to accept you. I've never had someone like you in my life. And I'm scared okay? I'm terrified. But I don't hate you. If you believe me on anything then believe me on that. I don't hate you one tiny little bit. I hate myself for liking you."

"Are you in the shower?" Newt groaned and almost chucked his phone down to the stone floor beneath him.

"Why?"

"I hear the shower running. Oh my god, Newt you weren't thinking about me in the shower right?" Newt started laughing at how serious and worried the other sounded on the line, and he'd wished he could've seen the response in person.

"No. I was not thinking about you in the shower. Does that leave you disappointed?" Thomas chuckled.

"Very. But I'm more disappointed that I'm not there with you." Newt laughed again, Thomas joining in this time, and Newt really wished that he was here in person so that they could laugh together.

"Well when you're back we can shower together. Does that sound good?"

"Sounds perfect." And Thomas sounded strangely serious, worrying Newt just the tiniest of bits because he had no idea what the other could actually be thinking about.

"Tommy, please tell me you're not currently thinking about us two showering together." Thomas let out a very unconvincing no, and Newt could almost feel Thomas blushing on the other end. So, Newt decided to have some fun with this. Well, try to at least, as he barely had any knowledge about anything remotely related to two people getting intimate.

"Can't believe the thought of seeing me naked in front of you is crossing your mind. Do I at least look good?" Thomas didn't answer at first, leaving Newt to assume that he was embarrassed.

"Y-yes. You look amazing actually. Then again you always do so I guess it doesn't make much of a difference. Except you're not wearing clothes. Yup, you're naked. In front of me. In the shower. And water is trailing down your very defined chest and..."

"Tommy, you're rambling on." Newt laughed as Thomas suddenly went silent when he had interrupted.

"S-sorry." Newt shook his head.

"No, keep going. I wanna hear about your definition of my body. Which you haven't seen. Yet at least."

"Y-yet?"

"What? Would you rather have me crush all your hopes and dreams and say never?"

"Fair enough."

"So, tell me Tommy. Do you enjoy seeing me exposed to you?" Thomas moaned, and if Newt wasn't already enjoying this, he sure as hell was now. So of course he continued to the best of his abilities.

"Imagine me standing right there in front of you when we're showering, and all you have to do is turn me around to face you, wrap your arms around me and hoist me up against the wall as you kiss me." No response came and Newt got a little worried that he'd gone too far, but then he heard Thomas' sharp intake of breath.

"I swear to god Newt if you were here right now, I'd have you pinned down on my bed gasping for air." Newt didn't know what to make of that, the thought of that happening to him had never come to mind until he'd met Thomas.

"So you top then?"

"Yes." Newt giggled when he heard the seriousness in Thomas' tone of voice, and he thought it was hilarious.

"What if I wanna?"

"Do I look like the type that get's taken control of? I'm the one that takes control. And I'm gonna make sure that you're screaming out my name while I'm looking down at you." Newt blushed and bit his lip. This conversation was quickly heading into a direction he hadn't expected it to, but he guessed that it was a little his fault as it had been his idea to get into any topic related to them both being nude next to each other.

"Don't know what to say now do you?"

"Shut up." Thomas laughed, but it came to an abrupt halt as everything got serious again.

"So, why did you call?"

"I just needed you to hear that I don't hate you. And I need you. Wether you're here or on the phone."

"Well I'm right here Newt. And first I'm gonna tell you to turn the shower off and wrap a towel around your skinny little waist before getting your ass into bed." And Newt did exactly that, following every step Thomas had told him to take.

"Okay, now put me on speaker."

"Okay."

"Now, close your eyes, imagine me beside you with my arms around you as I'm kissing your shoulder blade like I did two nights ago."

"Mhmm." And then he heard Thomas start to sing, but it quickly became inaudible as he drifted off into unconsciousness, the last thing he heard being Thomas' soothing voice and the imaginary weight on his waist as he felt Thomas' presence beside him.

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Newt moaned as Thomas pushed him against the wall before interlocking their lips, making sure that the distance between them was as minimal as possible. Everything they did was messy and quick as they scrambled to undress each other. Newt had managed to throw Thomas' shirt somewhere across the floor, and Thomas was working on unbuttoning Newt's flannel that he had worn that day.

He managed to open it, exposing Newt's upper body to him. However, he didn't remove the sleeves to have it fall to the floor. Newt was wearing it, except it wasn't buttoned up, and for some odd reason, Thomas seemed to like that even more than if it would've been off.

Thomas lifted Newt by his thighs, and Newt went to wrap his legs around the other, pressing him closer to him which was barely possible at this point. Thomas hungrily continued to kiss him as he gasped for air, and Thomas moaned when he pressed himself up against Newt, intertwining their fingers above Newt's head as he held onto Newt's thigh with his other hand.

"T-Tommy." Barely left Newt's lips as the other started to nibble and bite on his exposed skin by his neck, before slowly moving down to the upper part of his chest.

"Mhmm?"

"Closer." And as soon as he'd said that, Thomas let go of Newt's hand to hold onto him with more strength, moving away from the wall as he stumbled over to the bed, falling onto the mattress with Newt on top of him when he hit the edge of the bed.

Newt pulled away, looking down at the other and smirking while Thomas whined as he just sat there. So the blonde went down to kiss the others neck, unfamiliar with his movement, trying to memorize what he was doing and how he was doing it, and making sure that he got the right response out of Thomas.

"Not close enough." He mumbled against Thomas' neck as they changed places, Newt underneath Thomas.

"How much closer do you want me to be?"

"As close as you can be." Newt and Thomas both knew what that implied, and Newt didn't seem to mind one bit as the rest of their clothes were removed and thrown somewhere else. It felt weird being so exposed to someone else, and Newt felt vulnerable and tried to cover himself up while Thomas was hovering above him, between his legs. Thomas barely let him though as he continued kissing him. Newt trembled as Thomas' hand came in contact with Newt's waist, and he could hear the other boy chuckle as their lips were interlocked.

Thomas began to rub small circles onto Newt's hips, whilst Newt was scraping his nails along the others tanned back, leaving them both to fight back any sound that tried to leave their lips.

"You sure that you want me to be closer?" Newt nodded his head furiously and bit his lower lip.

"Please Tommy."

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Newt gasped and quickly sat up, his chest moving fast and at an unsteady pace as he tried to steady his breathing. He was trembling as he shakily brought his hands up to his lips. No trace of Thomas was visible, as if the other had never been there, and technically, he hadn't. He turned to lay sideways, only to find his phone still lying on his pillow where he'd placed it. He reached for it, seeing that Thomas had hung up, but had also left a text message.

Hung up cause I assumed you fell asleep. Night x

Newt smiled and looked over at his alarm clock to see that it was five forty-seven in the morning. He saw no point in trying to go back to sleep, so he didn't. Instead, he got up to shower even though he'd done so less than twelve hours ago, and then he proceeded to get dressed and pack up his things in his backpack.

Thomas would be back on Wednesday afternoon which meant that Newt would have to endure three days at school alone, and he had no idea how he was supposed to do that. He had done it before, this wasn't the first time Thomas had to leave to go to his dad's, but Newt felt like the more Thomas left, the less used to it he became.

When he was done getting ready, the clock had hit six fifty. He took longer than he had thought, so he opened his window to sit on the windowsill and put his feet over the edge. Rain went onto his jeans and the rest of him almost instantly, but he didn't care. Newt liked rain quite a bit, and he liked to think while he was watching it fall to the ground.

And that's what he did, he started thinking about whatever came to mind, which soon happened to be the dream he'd had a little over an hour ago. He was slightly confused. A dream that graphic had never come up before, and he struggled to see why it did now. Newt had a few theories as to why this dream occurred, but he still couldn't seem to settle on what he thought could be the "right" one.

What he had come up with was that either he wanted to have sex with Thomas, which was way out of his way of thinking. Or, it came to mind because he's a teenage boy and it's normal. And the final thought was that Newt wanted Thomas close to him in a way and his mind had instantly thought of sex as an answer. It didn't mean that that's what he wanted, it was a way of expressing it.

He wanted to settle on the last idea he had, crossing out the second as an option, and trying to find a way for the first to not be reasonable either. Something told him that it was a mix between the first and last, but he wanted to believe that it was only the last. It would make no sense for it to be the first because he didn't trust anyone enough, not even Thomas, to get that intimate. It would take time to get Newt to even think about it. For some reason however, he seemed to be conflicted between really wanting Thomas that way or wanting him another way.

It messed with Newt's head, giving him a headache in the process as he turned around and walked back inside, grabbing a hold of his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder as he walked downstairs and outside into the rain. Newt usually had Thomas' car when he was gone, but it seemed to have been the last thing on both of their minds to give the car to him. So, he was left to walk in the horrible weather that was currently covering the city he lived in.

When he finally arrived at school, he had five minutes to get to his class, and he rushed quickly before he'd bump into anyone unwanted. But of course, Newt had no such luck. He was stupid to think that he did. He was about to step into his first class when Callen stepped in front of him with a smirk displayed that bothered Newt. It wasn't Thomas' smirk, which would always hold such playfulness. Callen's smirk displayed arrogance, and he didn't like it.

"Guess ya Thomas isn't here is he?"

"N-no." He looked down ashamed, as if Thomas had to be there just so that he wouldn't be hurt by others. By letting Thomas be around him, he had now let other people know that he needed someone to be okay, and as soon as that shield of protection was missing, others took advantage of the fact.

"Miss him?" The way he had asked Newt sounded like he was trying to torment the other boy. He was trying to weaken him by using Thomas' absence against him, and Newt hated to admit that it was working.

"A little." Shut up, Newt.

"Just a little bit huh?" Newt tried to find his way around Callen, and as much as he tried, the other would always calculate his move and walk in front of him again.

"You've started talkin' I see." Newt was gonna say something as a reply, but he was glad when the bell rang and the other left, bumping shoulders with him and leaving Newt in the hall alone. Not talking saved him a lot of trouble.

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Thomas was coming back today afternoon, and Newt would've been excited if it wasn't for similar dreams reoccurring every night that would leave him waking up completely out of it. Almost as if sleeping hadn't gained him any energy, it had exhausted him more.

And today when Newt woke up, the dream had been different. He'd normally stir awake right before something way too graphic happened, or he'd have small flashes of multiple things and miss a few, or he'd just have whatever happens after, play out in his mind while he slept. Tonight, however, the dream was there, vivid and real, going through every tiny little detail as if it really happened. And the fact that he had imagined all of that with Thomas made him freak out. How was he supposed to look Thomas in the eye when he could virtually undress him now since imagining the other naked in front of him?

So Newt walked to school, a lot less excited than he'd originally thought he'd be before all of this, and he dragged himself to all of his classes, sitting at the way back and watching the downpour outside not getting any better. He was barely following whatever the teacher was saying. He just sat there, not learning anything and constantly letting his mind take over his body. He wanted Thomas bad at this point, but he wasn't going to admit to that. Newt would never give anyone that much satisfaction, or discomfort depending on.

Newt liked what Thomas did to him in his dreams. The ability to drive the blonde mad just by touching him. It was a task set out to be simple, but came out to be one of the most difficult. And Thomas managed to do it as if all the answers to make Newt a writhing mess, were laid out right in front of him. What to do when and how. It was all right there for the brown eyed boy to take advantage of, and Newt liked the feeling of it.

What he didn't like was how it seemed to control his whole thought process suddenly. As if he didn't have other things to think about. It was only the thought of having sex with Thomas. The rest of his mind was a blank, and it pissed him off. Making Newt clench his knuckles and trying not to lose it in the middle of class.

In thirty minutes, Thomas would be waiting right outside in the parking lot with his car, ready to pick Newt up and most likely take him home. Then they'd be around each other again and Newt's happiness would be back. And the added bonus of wanting to jump the boy as soon as he could and take him right there. Yea, now he really was starting to sound like a desperate teenager.

But wanting Thomas couldn't be such a terrible thing, could it? He wasn't the only person in the world that thought this way about someone else, he couldn't be. So why was it so wrong to him?

He couldn't find an answer by the time he packed up his things to leave class, and he had to force himself to walk to his locker and put his stuff away before meeting Thomas. He hadn't seen Thomas since they argued. He hadn't heard from Thomas besides texts either. Newt was starting to push Thomas away even more than he had been, and he prayed that the other didn't notice, but he must've. Thomas was observant, he'd figure Newt out. Newt wouldn't even be surprised if he walked out of school right now to see the other, only to be asked about a sex dream because it was literally written all over his face.

And then he saw Thomas from across the street, leaning against the hood of his car as Newt's heart sped up.

"Tommy!" His mind didn't seem to process what he was doing before he was doing it, and now he was rushing into the others arms and collapsing into them as he felt Thomas wrap his arms around Newt carefully.

"Newt." Newt wanted to cry, to laugh, and to yell at him for what he put him through, but he didn't manage to display anything but fondness as he pulled away from the hug and leaned up to give the other boy a quick peck on the lips. Thomas chuckled.

"Is that a thing we do now?" The blonde tilted his head slightly to the side in a confused manner, wondering what he meant.

"Kissing. Is kissing a thing we do now Newt?" Newt blushed.

"If you want. Y-yea." Thomas smiled and went to sit in his car, Newt following his lead and getting in on the other side.

"So, kissing is something we do now huh?" Thomas stated as he started to drive in the familiar direction of Newt's house.

"You literally just asked me that, and only if you want it to be." Thomas looked at Newt for a minute before looking back at the road, and he smiled.

"With the way those kisses we share make me feel, hell yea I wanna make it a regular thing." Newt read that as if he was using Newt, and maybe he was, but Thomas' heart was too good, too pure for that. He'd never do that. Then again, Newt didn't exactly think that the outside of a person described who they really were.

"You're not gonna use me are you? Just cause you like the way we kiss." Thomas let out a bitter laugh. Newt had gotten Thomas frustrated again, literally five minutes after being back with each other.

"You have to stop thinking that I have these crazy evil intentions towards you. I actually really like you Newt. I care about you a lot, and I don't have a master plan to hurt you in any way. It hurts me when you say things like that to me, because I feel like all the effort I put into showing that I like you is all for nothing because you're gonna think the opposite anyway." It's working. You're pushing him away. Keep going.

"I don't know Tommy. I'm just really messed up and completely shattered into millions of shards that you can't put together anymore."

"I don't want to believe that. I want to think that I can be that one small piece that puts the rest together for you."

"You'd really waste your time on me?"

"I'd waste all the time I'd have on this earth to live if it meant figuring out a way to put you back together."

"That's a bit extreme." Thomas chuckled.

"True. But I like to think that that's what I'd do for you. Now, enough of this really deep stuff, what happened while you missed my sexy face?" Newt laughed.

"Sexy? Really?"

"What?" Thomas gestured to himself before continuing.

"You don't think this is sexy?" Oh, you'd be surprised what I think about you.

"Yes?" It came out as more of a question, but Thomas seemed satisfied with what he had received as he continued driving.

"I had some very interesting dreams." Newt wanted to shoot himself for bringing that up in the first place, cause now he'd be asked questions, and he wanted to avoid those questions.

"Why were they so interesting?" Newt shrugged. He decided that acting nonchalant and casual would work great for his next sentence.

"Maybe they were interesting cause we had sex multiple times, multiple different ways." And Newt had never seen anyone pull over so fast in his life as Thomas stopped the car and stared at him with wide eyes.

"S-sex dream? With me? As in you and me together doing that?"

"What else is it supposed to be?"

"Fair enough. I think it's safe to say that there's only one important question to be asked here though."

"Which is?" Newt sat criss crossed, facing Thomas and waiting for his question to be asked.

"Was I any good?"

"Define good."

"Well remember how on the phone I said I'd have you screaming out my name?" Newt blushed.

"I do not like where this is going." Thomas laughed at Newt's flushed cheeks.

"I succeeded, didn't I?" And there was that stupid smirk again.

"Like one time." But the other only gave him a look of disbelief.

"Okay, maybe two times. Or four. Four times. Happy?" Newt hid his face in his hands out of embarrassment as Thomas started to laugh again.

"At least I can keep you happy. Tell me, did you like what I did to you?" His voice had gotten awfully low, and if Newt wasn't so turned on right now then he probably would've smacked the other.

"Don't go there. I am begging you not to let me relive what you did to me in that bedroom."

"Yea, I get where you're coming from. I mean, why relive something when you can do it again in reality."

"Okay, never mind, I guess I can explain." Thomas gave Newt a sad look and a pout to match.

"Aww, I thought you'd take me up on that offer."

"And miss seeing the reaction I get out of you when you find out how you pushed me against the wall in my shower as the water ran down both of us?"

"I thought we had sex in the bedroom?" Thomas gasped.

"You did lie! When you were showering a few days ago you were thinking of me!"

"I wasn't actually. I promise you I wasn't. But I did dream that we may've done some things while taking a shower before moving it to the bedroom."

"Details Newt, details."

"Why?"

"So that I know what you like for the future. Obviously." Thomas said it as if it was such an obvious thing, which it really wasn't, Newt wasn't even ready to go there yet.

"Tommy, I'm not ready to do anything. So that future you're thinking of will be far ahead, and who knows if that's even our future."

"Do you really have to make everything sad?"

"I'm not making it sad. I'm keeping it realistic."

"I guess. Let's drop this sex thing and move on to something I wanted to ask you."

"Which is?" Thomas took a deep breath and started to drive again from where he had stopped, focusing on the road and surroundings as he tried to get the words out.

"I was just hoping that maybe you'd want to be my boyfriend. I'd list some reasons why but I feel like our previous conversations and actions are already telling you everything."

Newt never, ever, in his life expected to say what he told Thomas next.

"I'd love to be your boyfriend, Tommy." And he meant it, he really did, smiling as he slipped his fingers into the others hand. But he honestly had no clue on what he was getting himself into. If Newt thought that he had already created his own personal hell, then he had no possible definition for what he was walking into next.

Newt might be confusing you cause he constantly seems to switch the way he acts and stuff, but it's a part of his character to be shy and then open the next (only to Thomas of course), and so on so forth. It all has it's reason that I can hopefully somehow tie together XD. Kind of a lighthearted thing towards the end compared to previous things. It happens. Anyway, IMPORTANT - I am flying out to see a concert and I don't know how much wifi I will be getting. That's why this update is early, so that you wouldn't have to wait longer than intended. I might get the next update in next week if I do get wifi, but if not it'll first be Monday the 18th again. So if I don't answer comments then it's not because I'm being cruel it's because I can't reply.

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