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December, 2017
Tommy:
Morning run?
Newt groaned, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Having a hyperactive, atlethic best friend was very exhausting but he knew Thomas wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Give me 10 x
After tossing his phone away, he rolled onto his back and sighed, staring up at the ceiling. Newt actually hated- no, despised running. Not to mention that it was freezing outside and his bed was warm and cosy. It was also a Sunday, which is meant for staying inside and preferabely doing nothing all day.
He really needed lazy friends.
-
Thomas was already stretching and warming up when Newt forced himself outside, the frosty air hitting him right in the face.
Bloody December.
“You’re kidding right? You’re actually wearing shorts?” Newt rolled his eyes, he looked ridiculous.
Thomas turned around and flashed him a smile. “Good for my immune system,” he shrugged, patting Newt on his shoulder to greet him.
“Or to catch a cold,” Newt huffed. Thomas rolled his eyes then, laughing. He turned away from Newt and started jogging down the street, the other boy trying very hard to catch up with him.
-
They actually did this two times a week, and Newt regretted it every single time. So when they arrived at their usual coffee place after an hour of plain torture, Newt actually moaned at the scent of freshly brewed coffee and homemade cupcakes. This was the only part he liked about their morning runs.
Thomas ordered their usual drinks while Newt dropped himself on the couch, still trying to catch his breath.
He hated running but he couldn’t deny that he loved spending time with Thomas. This was their quality time.
“Thanks, Tommy,” Newt sighed mirthfully, accepting his latte with a small hint of cinnamon. His favourite.
Thomas settled next to him, taking a sip from his coffee. Black, always black.
“So, did you talk to Minho about New Year?” Thomas asked, turning his body to him so their knees were touching.
Thomas was very affectionate and touched and hugged basically everyone all the time, while Newt was more reserved. But with Thomas it was different, he felt safe.
“Yeah, he talked to the landlord and he said it’s fine. And most of our neighbors are either gone or at our party so, it’s all good,” he said, enjoying the warmth of his coffee, feeling his body temperature becoming normal again.
This year, they decided to throw the New year’s eve party at Minho’s and his apartment since last year was a huge disaster.
They decided to do a pub crawl and by 11 pm everyone was wasted and by the time they reached the fourth pub, half of their group was already missing. Newt had found himself all alone at 12 pm, celebrating the new year with a drunk lady who kept telling him he had very nice eyebrows.
So, this year, staying at the same place for the whole evening seemed like a safer and more fun option.
“Great, it’s going to be lit!” Thomas grinned, his eyes twinkling with excitement. Newt chuckled at Thomas’ choice of vocabulary. He was one special boy.
They drank their coffee in a comfortable silence, both lost in their thoughts.
“You know, the old lady who lives downstairs still talks about you. She misses your weekly company,” Thomas mumbled suddenly, creating a small distance between them.
Newt tensed, disliking the sudden loss of contact. He didn’t expect Thomas to bring up this subject. The subject they hadn’t talked about for the past thee months.
“Tommy I- “ Thomas put his hand up, signalling him to stop talking, that he shouldn’t explain himself.
“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have brought it up,” he interrupted, adverting his gaze from Newt.
Newt looked at his lap, feeling defeated. He didn’t dare to look at Thomas.
Back when he used to live with Thomas, he visited Margaret every Wednesday for some afternoon tea. It all started when one of her cats had snuck into their apartment. When he went to return the cat, she invited him in for some tea and scopes. She was 83 years old and had lost her husband recently. Ever since then he made sure to keep her company at least once a week, but since he moved out it got more difficult for him.
Newt started to feel guilty, it had been three months since he last saw her. He made a mental note to himself to visit her as soon as he could.
“I should go, still got some school work to do,” Thomas interrupted his thoughts, quickly jumping to his feet. “See you tomorrow, bud”, and before Newt could say something, Thomas had already left.
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Newt got home, feeling dirty and tired. Minho wouldn’t be back from work until six, so he was home alone. After a quick shower, he still felt tired so he decided to go back to bed.
He hated feeling like this. He just wished that Thomas would understand why he moved out. He knew he had hurt Thomas, deciding to move out all sudden without any explanation. But deep down he wished that Thomas wasn’t so oblivious and realised why he had to leave.
May, 2016
Newt was wasted.
It was a Saturday and Minho had dragged him to their local pub, claiming he needed to get out more.
He had been studying for his exams the past two weeks, barely leaving his room. At first he didn’t want to go but now he was happy to be here, surrounded by his best friends who were laughing at Minho’s poor attempt to get a girl’s number.
He was watching Thomas, who was cracking up, looking beautiful as his head was tilted backwards and his neck was in full glory.
When he was sober, it was quite easy for Newt to shut of his feelings and look away from Thomas when he needed to. But drunk Newt had uncontrollable hormones, already feeling his body fill with lust as he was imagining all the things he could do to that beautiful neck.
Thomas finally stopped laughing and noticed Newt starring at him, giving him a small- slightly drunk smile. Newt blushed, realizing he was being way too obvious and needed to get his shit together.
The night escalated quickly, and suddenly Newt found himself leaning against a wall, barely able to keep himself up straight. His friends were dancing in front of him, looking happy but ridiculous.
He didn’t notice Thomas coming up to him, putting his arm against the wall and leaning into Newt.
“You alright, bud?” Newt got goose bumps on his neck, feeling dizzy from the alcohol and Thomas’ scent. Thomas was so close.
Newt found it very hard to find words as he just stared at Thomas, eyes half open and lips parted slightly. Thomas seemed to notice and chuckled, “Let’s get you home.”
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They walked home- well, Thomas walked while Newt stumbled, trying to keep his balance by holding on to Thomas’ shoulder. Newt was suddenly very grateful that the pub was only 10 minutes away from their apartment.
“I’m so drunk Tommy” Newt mumbled, dropping his head onto Thomas’ shoulder affectively.
“I know, bud. I’ll take care of you” Thomas replied. Newt knew this, he always took care of him.
They reached their building and took the elevator to the third floor, Newt already close to falling asleep.
Thomas helped Newt into his room, putting him down on his bed and taking off his shoes. Newt was smiling contently, enjoying Thomas’ attention and help.
When Thomas was trying to unbutton Newt’s shirt, Newt decided he was tired and wanted to lay down, making the brunette fall on top of him. The blonde gasped at the sudden change of contact while Thomas started laughing, putting his hands next to Newt’s face to hold his balance.
Newt found himself staring at the boy on top of him, all kind of thoughts and feelings going through his mind at once. Thomas was everywhere and Newt felt lightheaded, realizing how good this felt and how long he had ached for this kind of contact.
God, he needed to get out of this situation.
Just when he planned to push the other boy away, Thomas started tickling him, knowing exactly where his weak spots were. Newt started yelling and laughing like crazy.
“STO- STOP IT TOMMY P-P-PLEASE!” Newt laughed, he hated being tickled and Thomas knew it. He was struggling to get out of the other boy’s grip, but he was stronger and Newt’s drunken muscles were useless.
Newt was a person that always thought twice before doing or saying something. He made sure he never got into embarrassing situations or hurt people’s feelings.
But now, he wasn’t thinking.
He launched forward, connecting hips lips with Thomas’, cutting him completely off guard. Thomas, still in shock, didn’t respond at first, trying to calculate what was happening in his head.
Newt then realized what he was doing, ready to pull away but then- Thomas kissed back.
It was sloppy and awkward but it was Thomas and Newt. Newt and Thomas.
Newt touched Thomas desperately, trying to take in that this was actually happening- this was real. He touched him everywhere- his face, his arms, his neck, everywhere he could reach. Thomas’ lips were soft and Newt felt like he was in heaven. He could kiss him forever.
Newt was pulled back to reality when he felt something wet falling on his nose, opening his eyes to see Thomas.
He was crying. Thomas was crying.
“Tommy, what’s wrong?” Newt pulled back.
“I’m sorry, Newt”
Newt winced at the loss of contact as Thomas pulled himself up, already missing his lips on his own.
“I’m so so sorry,”
Thomas left.
That was the first time Thomas broke Newt’s heart.