it's still christmas in this ok

when thomas woke up, he was alone.

newt was nowhere to be seen in their room, and in his place there was a small, wrapped up present.

on it, was written (in very neat handwriting): "for tommy, my love <3" 

okay, yeah no thomas did not need to wake up and have a gay panic. 

but he was anyway. 

he was staring at the present, biting his lip to suppress a smile and a possible squeal when newt walked back into the room.

"oh, uh, you're awake." he smiled, completely ignoring the fact there was a present with thomas' name on, on the bed. 

thomas nodded. "uh, yeah, i guess i am."

"you guess you are?" he sat down next to him. "well, then, i think you are, tommy."

"this is tommy-slander." he frowned, flopping back to lay down on the bed once more. "i can't believe i wake up to a cuteass present on the bed, but then straight after i get verbally abused!"

newt blushed a light pink, looking at the present. "uh, sorry, i didn't want to make you feel pressured to get me something so i didn't mention anything." 

"uh.." thomas blinked awkwardly. "of course i got you something?" 

"it's fine if you didn't, tommy." 

"no, no, i seriously did! i just don't know if you'll like it."

"i'm sure i will." he paused. "unless you got me something rick astley based. then, i'll kill you."

"yeah, yeah, i wouldn't be that mean. okay, let me go get my prezzie then we can open them."

"prezzie? are you feeling okay?" newt grimaced at the word he used. prezzie? who the bloody fuck says that? 

"after my breakdown? could be better." he grinned. 

"god, you love dark humour don't you." 

"that i do, blondie. that. i. do."

okay, so thomas knew he had it coming.

like it wasn't as if he bought a sex toy or something for newt. god no! he's much more mature than that.

although buying a sex toy could be classed as mature.

but whatever.

but, right, newt didn't say he didn't want rick astley stuff before thomas actually bought the present.

he said it afterwards, so it technically wasn't thomas' fault.

well, lying and saying he hadn't bought rick astley stuff was his fault, but, hey, who really cares?

"tommy." 

thomas looked at newt, who genuinely looked like he was going to throw thomas out of the window. or himself. who knew. (he already did that once!!!! ok help)

because there, oh god there, there was a bloody rick astley apron, badge, poster and pillow case.

"yes, deary?" thomas batted his eyelashes, exaggerating the pet name. he never, like, never used pet names on newt. they just didn't suit him. actually no, some are okay. not deary or love though.

"why shouldn't i kill you right now?" newt narrowed his eyes. 

the brunet pretended to think about the answer. "hm.. i don't know. i mean, you could kill me right now. nothings stopping you. except for maybe good morals? even then. oh wait, something else is stopping you."

okay, if newt was expecting a "because you love me" type of answer, he was completely wrong.

"you want to bang rick astley so you wouldn't kill me because now you have more rick astley things to jerk off to."

newt pinched the bridge of his nose, but suppressed a grin underneath his blush-tinted face. "you're such a numpty."

"okay." he looked at the present on the bed then back up at newt. "but you never denied it."

"i'm a man of truth, tommy."

thomas barked out a laugh, absolutely snorting. "god, you're amazing."

newt scoffed. "don't bloody compliment god when you are stood by rick astley images."

"did god rick roll us all when rick astley's mom give birth to him?" he grinned.

"unless he was born singing never gonna give you up instead of crying, then no." he matched thomas' smirk.

"okay. now, i hope you love your rick astley starter pack. give me my present."

"of course, my prince." newt bowed, rolling his eyes at the bossiness of the other male.

"cute."

the blond smiled. "if you hate what i got for you then i'm sorry. but i'm not that sorry."

"i'm sure i won't." 

thomas looked over at the other present that was adjacent to the amazing rick astley badge. it was wrapped in pretty christmassy wrapping paper, and still has the gift tag on that said thomas' name. well, it said tommy, but whatever.  

"your handwriting is really neat." he praised, taking the present into his hands and moving it around to try and guess what was in the packaging. "if it's not rick astley stuff i'm gonna be very disappointed."

"thanks," he hummed. "but i'm sorry to disappoint you, it isn't."

thomas let out an exasperated / offended noise and glared at newt. "i can't believe you would do this. after all we have gone through. the struggles of not being able to love rick astley together."

"what the bloody hell are you on about?"

he snorted. "i have no fucking clue, blondie. no fucking clue."

newt nodded, probably glad his brain was in fact working and it was thomas' that wasn't. "glad we're on the same page."

"okay i'm opening this now."

thomas ripped open the wrapping paper, discarding of it on the bed as soon as it was off. he gasped in horror, in awe, oh who bloody knows? it's thomas after all.

okay, no, it was definitely in awe.

there, in all its glory, was a fucking rick astley whenever you need somebody album CD thing.

"oh my god. oH MY GOD." 

"oh my god one more time and i'm abandoning you whilst you make out with the bloody picture." newt threatened. 

thomas wasn't listening at all. "i could marry you right now."

"are you talking to the CD or me? i cant tell."

the brunet flopped on the bed, putting an arm to his forehead. "is it just me or is it getting really warm in here?"

"please stop."

he bit his lip, looking at the ceiling. "i could just imagine him-"

"that's enough, thank you."

they both laughed, newt sitting down next to him. 

"i'm exhausted." the blond whined, rolling over onto his side to face thomas. 

"then sleep."

he mumbled. "helpful." he stretched out his bad leg. "stupid leg hurts."

thomas frowned, sitting up. "can i do anything? paracetamol? hottie?"

"...hottie? what planet do you live on?"

"newtland." he winked.

newt groaned, hating the fact that he blushed at the most stupid thing ever. "i cant believe you."

"i cant believe myself half the time, blondie. but i call hot water bottles hotties. but like the microwaveable ones. not the hot water ones."

"what on earth?" he grimaced. "thats so weird."

"uh, tess and chuck call them hotties as well. anyway, do you want one?"

"no, it's fine. thank you, tommy." he smiled, looking up at thomas.

thomas looked at the male that lay on the bed. (stop i cant my mind is so gross sometimes) he looked beautiful. and even that would be an understatement. his eyes were so nice. they held so much emotion. he, quite simply, looked like an angel. his hair was a bit ruffed up and, to thomas, he sort of looked a bit like a dog. and oh my god, that adorable little smile that thomas wished he could just steal and kiss and only see for himself. but that'd be too possessive so he just made the most of it.

"is there something on my face?" newt raised an eyebrow, shifting under the gaze.

thomas shook his head slightly, snapping out of it. "oh, uh. i don't know. i think i'll need a closer look."

"after staring for so long, as well. wow, tommy, you sure you don't need glasses?"

"i might need sunglasses because you're really hot."

newt was 1 second off screaming. "you've ruined it again, love."

"oh." 

he leant closer. "i don't think there's anything on your face, blondie."

a pause.

"say something cringey and i'll kill you."

thomas smiled. "i'll take the risk." he straddled newt, placing a kiss on his forehead then making his way down to his mouth. "i'd like my mouth to be on your face."

"fucking bit-"

and thomas kissed him. 

how romantic they are :') i have no clue what i'm doing by the way ok