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"Are you driving with me Newt?" Minho asked casually, grabbing his jacket from where it was thrown over a chair.
Everyone was gathering their stuff as they were getting ready to leave, they were all hanging out at Thomas and Minho's place until they decided to go grab some pizza.
Newt made no effort to move from his spot on the couch.
"Nah Min you go on I'm gonna go help clean up and then i'll ride with Tommy."
Minho just shrugged as was tying his shoes and sighed "Newt, you're truly the only person who'd stay back to clean up instead of getting pizza."
"Hey he's just being nice, unlike you, do I need to remind you this is your apartment too?" Thomas is quick to come to Newt's defense.
Minho just shot back a quick "whatever, bye!! have fun cleaning up." as he follows the rest of the group out the door.
It’s silent for a few seconds as Thomas counts till ten in his head and then opens the door again to look into the empty hallway, making sure his friends are actually gone.
“I think we’re clea-” Thomas’s words are cut off by Newt's lips on his. He lets himself be pushed back into the door, the door clicking shut at the impact. He gladly welcomes the blonde boy into his arms, wrapping his arms around Newt’s shoulder to pull him in even closer. After a while, since they are both human and need oxygen, they pull apart, not without Thomas subconsciously chasing after Newts lips. Thomas stares at the other boy for a few seconds, studying Newt's face, letting his eyes wander from his messy sand blonde hair to his brown eyes, to his pink flushed cheeks, to the red lips that were turned into a big grin.
He can’t believe it, he gets to see Newt like this, only him. Thomas still isn’t sure how he ended up being so lucky, so that's exactly what he tells the other boy.
“I can’t believe i get to love you.”
With the blink of an eye Thomas is pressed against the door again, only this time their lips don’t meet, instead Newt tightly wrapped his arms around the younger boy and hugged him as if his life depended on it. Thomas stays still for a short moment before hugging back just as tightly, which encourages Newt to bury his face in Thomas’s neck, he’s so close Thomas can feel his warm breath hitting the sensitive skin of his throat. He doesn’t know how long they stay like that, hours could have passed and Thomas wouldn’t have even thought about moving away, he wants to stay like this forever. But he can’t and he knows that, and apparently Newt knows it too, since the boy is the first to pull away.
Thomas almost instantly misses the feeling of Newts solid warm body against his, desperate to pull Newt back against him, desperate to hold him close just a bit longer.
Newt fishes his phone out of his pocket to check the time, the phone disappears just as quick as he took it out. When Newt looks back at Thomas his face has a determined expression and soon he’s within Thomas’s reach again, who doesn’t hesitate to pull him in again.
He’s surprised to not be met with Newt’s lips again, right when he opens his mouth to complain he feels the soft press off lips on his jaw, covering it in kisses, and a pair of hands on his waist, one sneaking below his shirt.
Thomas let's his head fall backwards against the door, his hands shooting up into Newt's hair, slightly gripping it as Newt makes his way from Thomas’s jaw down his throat.
Just as Thomas has had enough and is about to turn them around he feels the doorknob move into his side and the door being pushed.
Newt notices too and pulls away with a gasp, they stare at each other with wide eyes before they move as fast as they can, fixing their hair and swiping a hand across their swollen red lips.
"The couch! quick go sit on the couch!" Thomas exclaimed in a hushed yell, pushing Newt towards the couch.
Just as Newt flops down onto the couch Thomas opens the door to find Frypan standing outside with an impatient look on his face.
Thomas tries to greet him casually but he’s only able to stutter out an awkward “hi fry”, running a hand through his messed up hair and steps aside to let him into the apartment.
"I- uh i just forgot my charger," Frypan explains as he moved across the room to retrieve it.
"Weren't you guys gonna clean up?"
"oh uhh yeah we ehm" Thomas stammers.
Then Newt speaks up,"We were still talking and lost track of the time, right Tommy?" He looked at the younger boy for back-up.
"Yeah that's right, anyways me and Newt will join you now."
"Don't you still have to clean up?"
"Nah it's fine me and Minho will do it when we get back." Thomas explained, "Can you grab my coat Newt? i'll get your shoes."
A minute later the three of them are leaving the building, Newt leans towards Thomas's ear and whispers a comforting "Just two more weeks baby, we can do it."
Thomas smiles at him warmly before discreetly brushing his hand against Newt's, holding onto his pinky finger for just a second.
They reach Thomas's car rather fast, Thomas obviously sits down in the driver's seat and Frypan moves to the back as if it's the most logical thing, like he doesn't even have to think about the fact that Newt will join Thomas in the front.
They pull out of the parking spot and Frypan gets preoccupied by his phone. Newt figures he won't notice any movement in the front so he lets his hand leave his lap and places it onto the other boy's thigh, giving it a little squeeze. Thomas's eyes leave the road to quickly shoot a look at Frypan, worried if he'd notice it, but he calms down when he sees frypan giggling at his phone. He sighs contentedly and takes his right hand of the wheel to bring it down to his lap, placing his hand in Newt's.