hi im alive! 

sorry ive been so dead writingwise i just cant be arsed x

i have no excuse

Thomas has no idea what he's doing.

It shouldn't be surprising, really - he isn't known for his common sense. Thank God for that. He might be smart, but, well, common sense and intelligence are completely different. 

He's stood outside Newt's house.

Which would be absolutely fine, if it weren't 3 in the morning and he didn't look like a complete drunk.

(He's not a stalker, okay?! He just suddenly felt the urge to talk to Newt after 5 hours of not being able to sleep.)

(He couldn't get the blond's gorgeous face out of his head.)

He huffs and gets his phone out of his pocket for the third? fourth? fifth? time. Only this time, instead of aimlessly looking through Instagram (checking to see if Newt's magically awake in the middle of the night), he decides to go onto camera, which is progress. In a way. Maybe if he looks alright, he can actually build up the confidence to walk up to Newt's door or at least message him-

"Eurgh." Thomas grimaces at the reflection of himself; even in the dark he can see his brown hair that's stuck up in different directions and the dark bags under his eyes. He blinks blankly at the screen, before looking up and staring straight ahead. "I'm a fucking mess." 

The only response he gets is the quiet whirring of the sirens in the distance, and a crow cawing. He isn't really sure what he'd expect. Newt to start singing his praises? He rolls his eyes at himself and looks at Instagram once more. There's nothing different - the same old Teresa messages that shouldn't even exist at 3am because she should be asleep (so should he but that's irrelevant - he has more important priorities.. like standing outside Newt's terraced house doing who knows what). 

Only but there is this time. 

There's a new message and no, it's not Brenda or Minho, it's Newt. 

It's the pretty blond Thomas wants to speak to 24/7. Which he sort of does, albeit as only friends. 

He opens it as quickly as he can, almost challenging the speed of light in his attempt to open it, only to see a message that makes him want to scream out of pure nerves. 

newt 💘:

can we talk?

Thomas must be staring at the screen too intensely because eventually the words become a blur and everything in his vision is too fuzzy. With a quick shake of his head, he snaps himself out of it and forces himself to write a somewhat okay response. Well, the best response he can think of saying, anyway. Which probably isn't ideal. He tells himself to just 'play it cool' and that 'it's probably nothing!!'. 

You:

sure whats up 

The typing from Newt comes a mere second later, but the response comes around a minute later. 

newt 💘:

i feel like smoking 

He frowns. It had become a thing that whenever Newt felt down, he'd message Thomas and he'd cheer him up. It worked 99% of the time, and the brunet was glad he could help. 

But he doesn't really know what to do. Usually, they'd facetime for a bit and, if Newt is tired or something, Thomas sometimes reads to him. It always feels.. intimate when they read together. It made him long for more. 

Of course, though, Thomas doesn't exactly think he can facetime and read him anything whilst stood outside of his house.

Although...

You:

want me to come over?

He chews on his nails whilst waiting for a response. He sort of wants to cry for some odd reason. He tells himself it's the cold biting away at him and the wind whipping his eyes and not the overthinking he had been doing prior to his nighttime walk. 

newt 💘:

it's 3am, tommy.

You:

i'm up anyway.

Thomas doesn't mention that he's already outside Newt's house like a stalker.

newt 💘:

maybe so, but it's still 3am and i don't want you walking to mine at 3am when it's cold. 

The care that Newt gives him makes him feel warm inside, even if it wasn't too out there. It's not obvious, but it exists, and it makes him happy.

You:

i'm coming over anyway

you can't tell me what to do

you don't own me!!!

newt 💘:

bloody toddler. 

Thomas can feel the smile through the message, and it makes him grin, put his phone away and prance to the door to ring the doorbell.

He realises his utter stupidity the moment after he presses the doorbell and he gasps and blinks blankly ahead.

This is why Teresa and his mother always tell him to think before he acts. 

He scans the area out of the corner of his eye, debating whether or not to jump behind a bush and pretend nobody rang the doorbell, but then he, after a moment of thinking, comes to the conclusion that that would be absolutely terrifying for Newt and that wouldn't exactly be the kindest thing to do.

Like, come on, if Thomas' door rang randomly at 3am and nobody was there, he would actually ring the police. 100%.

Thomas is brought back to reality by the rattling of the door at the other side, and he musters up the strongest grin he can to greet Newt with, along with a range of (stupid) excuses to explain how he got here so quickly.)

Newt leaves the door on the chain on the side of the inside of the door. "Tommy?" 

"Hi!" Thomas is pretty sure his voice breaks.

The door opens fully now, and he's met with Newt's face and eyes that stare blankly at him. "How did you get here in, like... 1 minute?"

All the excuses whoosh out of his head because oh god, the man he is in love with is so gorgeous and he kinds of wants to get on the floor for him. "Uh..." He trails on. "I.. went for a walk anyway. I couldn't sleep."

"So... you went for a walk. At 3am. By yourself."

"Yes!" 

Newt narrows his eyes and folds his arms in front of his chest. (Okay, Thomas is actually about to get on his knees. He desperately needs the chokehold this man has on him to be a literal chokehold.) "That's really stupid, Tommy."

Thomas bats his eyelashes at him with an innocent smile. "I'm still alive!"

Newt stares at him.

Thomas stares back.

Newt raises an eyebrow.

"I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking and thinking and thinking so I walked here and I've been stood out here for like half an hour and yes I know that's quite stalkerish, but it was meant with the best intentions! I just really wanted to see you but then realised that it was 3am and you'd be asleep. I mean, you weren't, but... Anyway, then you messaged me so, yeah, here I am!"

Newt's arms fall to his side and he pulls his lips between his teeth. "Tommy," He starts. "Were you thinking of me?"

Thomas swallows thickly and stands like an absolute idiot for a moment.

"It's cold. Come in." 

He walks inside, shutting the door behind him. Newt's house is warm and comforting, even in the early morning, and, if he weren't nervous, he'd be smiling like a maniac. 

Newt looks at him, and Thomas finds himself thinking about how pretty he is once again. His hair is tousled slightly, and lips are parted ever so slightly. 

Thomas does smile now at their eye contact and he tries to cover it by biting his lip, but then he notices that Newt is grinning too. 

"What? What's so funny?" The blond asks, though at this point his grin is bigger than Thomas'.

"I don't know!" He responds. "Just... it's funny."

"Alright, you idiot."

They fall into a silence again where they just stare at each other. Once again, Thomas has no idea what he's doing.

"I was." He suddenly blurts out.

Newt tilts his head to the side (cute) and furrows his brows (double cute). "You were what?"

The brunet looks at the ground, playing with his hands in front of him with his face flushed. "Thinking about you."

"Oh." Newt squeaks out. 

Thomas takes a step back. "Uh, I think I should leave-"

Newt's arm reaches out and he grabs Thomas' coat to pull him closer. "No!" He surprises them both with his almost shout and he looks down, embarrassed. "Stay. Stay the night. Stay with me. Please, Tommy."

Thomas licks his lips, eyes wide and his heart pounding. "Okay," His voice breaks on the word. "Okay, Newt." He repeats with more strength this time.

He suddenly remembers how close they are, how he can feel Newt's breath just on his nose, how his breath is hitting Newt's exposed neck. He looks up and is met with those goddamn wonderful brown eyes that stare back at him.

Newt leans forward but stops just before his lips reach the other's lips. He pauses and looks at his face, hesitating before he does anything else. Thomas releases a content sigh and closes his eyes, as well as the gap between them, and presses their lips together in a soft kiss.

Thomas turns around fully so they're chest to chest, and he shuffles out of his coat as Newt rubs his thumb along the side of his face as they kiss. His coat thuds to the floor, but that's the last thing he thinks about as he gets manoeuvred to the wall and gently pushed against it. 

Newt bites at the brunet's lips slightly and deepens the kiss, becoming less controlled, which earns a broken gasp and an arch into his groin. He's only wearing boxers and a thin vest, so when Thomas drags his nails down his back, he definitely feels it, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't arouse him.

Newt pulls away and revels in the way Thomas, eyes are wide and his lips are parted and red. He's panting slightly, too. "Do you.." He swallows and starts again with a slight smile and blush. "If we carry on making out like this I'm actually gonna pop a boner." 

Thomas snickers and his hands go down to the bottom of Newt's back, and he pulls him closer so he can feel a bulge against his thigh. "If you want to carry on, I'm perfectly fine with that. But if you want to stop, that's obviously fine too. I'm not trying to force you into anything, oh my god, don't take this the wrong way! You're just extremely hot and, you know, my dick is like-"

Newt cuts him off with a kiss and pulls him away from the wall, only to break the kiss (annoyingly to both of them) and drag him upstairs.

Once they get to Newt's bedroom, Thomas pulls his shirt off over his head and gets out of his trousers to just be in his boxers. He then, whilst Newt is taking off his own vest, lays on the bed and waits very impatiently.

He admires Newt who shoots him a shy smile as he climbs on the bed on top of him. He puts his weight on his arms and looks down at Thomas, who leans up and pecks his cheek. The simple action makes him almost fall. 

"Hey, Tommy?" He whispers, before the other can capture his lips and make him whisper his name like a prayer.

"Yeah?"

"Be my boyfriend."

Thomas smiles and nods bashfully. "Of course."

Newt's eyes flutter close and he presses his lips to Thomas', one of his hands going to his waistline of his boxers. The brunet gasps and digs those fucking amazing nails into his back. Newt pulls away from the kiss to mutter a quick "Fuck," before he starts to kiss his boyfriend's collarbone, sucking and leaving marks that he hopes will stay and be a reminder that he's his. 

He's not surprised that Thomas is so vocal, he usually is a chatterbox, but what he is surprised about is that he doesn't need to do much to make the man unfiltered and completely shameless.

He kind of loves it.

"God, Newt. C'mon. Make me yours." Thomas bares his neck to give better access, and he ruts up into Newt, biting his lip. He uses his hands to pull down Newt's boxers and he relishes in the way the blond gasps and his fingers tighten around the duvet beside him when he takes his dick into his hand. "I'm a better addiction than smoking. Fuck, Newt. Get addicted to me. Get addicted to the way I taste."

Newt bites down on Thomas' neck when he begins stroking him, suppressing a moan. He palms the brunet through his boxers and brings his lips back to the other's, in order to kiss him once again.

Newt grabs Thomas' hands and puts them above his head with his own. He then pulls away from the kiss and trails his tongue down the brunet's body, making eye contact the entire time. Thomas thinks he moans, but he isn't exactly sure. 

The blond lets go of his boyfriend's hands and moves both of his own hands to the bed either side of Thomas' hips. He then kneels and makes direct eye contact as he suddenly moves his right hand to the base of Thomas' dick and begins to lick the head.

"Oh my fuck, Newt-" He breaks the eye contact and throws his head back, biting his lip so hard it draws blood and threading one of his hands through Newt's thick hair, the other one curling around the duvet beneath him.

If anyone asked him yesterday what he thought would happen if he went to Newt's house at 3am for no reason, he would've said the police would've come as he was acting stalkerish. He definitely wouldn't say he'd be getting blown by the most fucking gorgeous person ever.

Thomas can practically feel the way Newt smiles around his dick at the loud noises he's making. He doesn't dare risk a glance at him, because he thinks then he'd just come straight away.

Then again...

Thomas looks down at Newt and his entire brain freezes. 

Newt has Thomas' dick all in his mouth, his eyes are slitted and his left hand is buried in the duvet. 

"Oh my god, Newt, shit," He gasps, hips rising. "I'm gonna-"

Thomas reaches his orgasm with a moan and his hand curled in Newt's hair.

What he doesn't expect is that when he comes down from his high, Newt is sitting up with a smile, and he swallows.

"I hate you." Thomas whines, and he can feel his face heating up. 

Newt grins. "You definitely do taste better than cigarettes. Maybe I will get addicted to you."

The brunet sits up and rolls his eyes. "Oh, shut up."

"Make me."

——

"I made you shut up."

Newt glares at him. "You're a bloody arsehole."

Thomas snickers. "You love my ass. Teresa said you were staring at it last week."

"...I probably was."

guys i couldnt be bothered to write thomas giving newt a handjob but thats what happened !

i finally updated something though? are u proud?!?!

this wasnt meant to be smut but it ended up being smut <3 youre welcome