Newt was still seated on the floor of the plane, staring at the doorway into the building that Thomas had disappeared into with desperation, just waiting for him to appear back out either alone or not. It's been twenty minutes, and he's nearly dozed off five times out of tiredness. He has thought about jumping off onto the building and running off after Thomas, but he knows how dangerous that is, and even if he tried, his friends would stop him.

As he sat there, he began to think about his past starting from as far as he could remember. But that was just reminding him of the triggering memory of the time he tried to commit suicide off the tallest Maze wall. Just the memory of it made him sad. It was the emptiness he felt back then, the feeling that there was something missing in his life. And he never really found what he was looking for, no matter how much Minho had tried to help him get through it, until Thomas came up in the box and filled that hole. It was always Tommy and always has been.

Minho realized how gloomy Newt looked, just sitting there on the floor of the plane, staring off at the building Thomas had gone into. Newt hadn't looked so miserable since... well, way before Thomas had arrived in the Maze when he was dealing with a lot after he tried to kill himself. So, he walked over and joined him, sitting down beside him. "Newt, how are you doing?" he asks him softly.

Newt was silent, just staring ahead, obviously thinking deeply to himself. He was worried about how Thomas was in the building alone and was probably scared and possibly hurt. It took him a minute to answer. "I'm alright," he finally says, and as his long hair falls over his face, he pushes it back behind his ears. "Just thinking of Thomas and hoping he's alright down there."

"He'll return shortly," Minho assures him gently with a small smile. "Just give Thomas some time. These things take time, Newt. Like healing from certain injuries and mental illnesses."

Newt nods his head slowly, and he looks down at his hands that once held Thomas's only twenty-five minutes ago. His hands felt cold and sad without Thomas's hand intertwined with his own, as well as his lips and his body.

"Come on, Newt," Minho said, and he patted Newt on the back. "You need to rest as Thomas said, and I agree with him too. Becoming a Crank would have taken a lot out of you." He stands back up to his feet and takes a step back to give Newt some room.

Newt nods again, and he sighs and looks behind him at Minho. He was right after all. He was exhausted to the very bones of his body. He eventually got to his feet, without the help of Minho, and started slowly walking towards the middle of the plane, feeling his eyes slowly closing.

The sound of a door being forced open was heard. "HELP!"

Everyone on the plane looked down at the building at Teresa trying her best to help walk Thomas over to the plane. Thomas was clearly bleeding from his stomach from the red stained patch on his shirt.

"Tommy!" Newt used as much of his energy as he could to rush over to the plane's back door and crouch back down on the floor. By the time he did so, Minho, Gally, Brenda and Frypan were beside him. "What happened to him!" he shouts at Teresa.

"He was shot by Janson," Teresa tells them loudly as she struggles to keep Thomas up but manages it with all her willpower. "I was extracting Thomas's blood as a precaution and that's when Jansen rushed over and tried to take the syringe from me which had the Cure in it, and he tried to give it to himself. Thomas ran after him to try and stop him, but Jansen shot him and is nobody going to help me get Thomas on the god forsaken plane!"

"VINCE, LOWER THE PLANE," Brenda shouts at the direction of the Pilot's Cabin behind her.

"WE'RE TRYING!" was the answer she got back immediately.

Thomas looked up at Newt who he could see had tears in his bright sapphire blue eyes. "Newt," he gasps out, voice barely audible, his stomach hurting so much but he felt as if just a long glance at Newt could heal him. He knew it was impossible but wished it were true.

"Tommy," Newt says back to him as he could hear him but only just. He leans slightly over the edge of the plane, his arm extended out towards his lover, his other arm keeping his balance. "Tommy, you can do this! Jump! Jump for me!"

The aircraft lowered down a tiny bit, and Minho eventually jumped off the plane to help Brenda push Thomas up onto the plane. Then he jumped back on and hauled his body up until he was back on the floor of the plane.

Newt pulled Thomas into his arms and kissed him while holding him dearly, not caring if he gets blood on himself at the moment, though he did need someone to heal his Tommy. And Thomas just stared at Newt's face as he kisses him back, slowly blinking his eyes as he stares at the face of the most beautiful person he's ever seen and known while he feels himself slowly letting the darkness pull him in.

Newt didn't realize he started quietly crying until he noticed a tear drop onto Thomas's cheek, and then another one, which he wiped them away gently as he ends the kiss. "Please, stay with me," he sniffled, and he leans his head down and pressed his forehead to Thomas's, his long blonde hair falling over his and Thomas's face, hiding their faces from view from everyone else like a curtain. "You have no idea how much you mean to me, Tommy."

"Newt, lay Thomas flat on the ground," Brenda orders him quickly with a small smile at what she heard and saw. "I'm going to take the bullet out of his stomach with help from Vince and whoever else can help." She glances down at Teresa still on the roof of the building, "And Teresa, what are you waiting for! Get on!"

But Teresa shook her head, and she disregarded Minho's, Gally's, and Frypan's hands to help pull her up. "I played my part," she says to them firmly. "All that mattered to me is getting Thomas to safety, to Newt. And now that I've done that, I'm happy."

"Grab my freaking hand so I can pull you up on this goddamned plane," Gally shouts at her harshly. "We came back for you, believe it or not! And we don't want the trip back to be a waste so get up!"

Teresa hesitated for a brief moment, collecting her thoughts, before she jumped up to grab Gally's hand, but she missed. The building crumbled underneath her which told her many things, the first being that it was about to crumble and fall apart beneath her. So, she had to be quick on this. She quickly backed up, ready to make a run and jump for it, and as she ran forward towards the plane and jumped, she didn't jump high enough. But her arms were outstretched over the plane's floor, the rest of her body dangling beneath the plane, and she was slowly slipping.

"A little help?" she asked of them weakly, a little winded.

But as Gally and Minho reached forwards to grab Teresa's hands, her arms slid down to the end of the plane as if someone had thrown soapy water on the floor. Now her fingertips were the only thing helping her from falling to her death. Gally risked his life and reached over the side of the plane to try and grab Teresa's wrists, but it was too late. He and the others watched Teresa fall down through the collapsing flamed building to her death.

Thomas looked away and back up at Newt, tears in his eyes as he failed to rescue his friend and watched her die. It was all for nothing. But at least he tried. It's just another friend dead.

The back door of the plane had shut, and the plane took off, flying over burnt and destroyed buildings, and the large walls of the Last City into the clear night sky.

Newt quickly laid Thomas down onto the floor, and Brenda yanked Thomas's shirt up above his chest to his neck, Vince rushing over to them with a med kit. Newt felt himself become distracted as Thomas's chest appeared under his shirt, and his pink nipples splashed with a bit of red blood. He formed a sudden image in his head of him and Thomas alone in the plane, and Thomas's torso had no bullet wound in it, and he was just teasing Thomas with licks and sucks around that sensitive area of his chest while Thomas moans his name.

Brenda snaps her fingers in front of Newt's line of sight, who blinked and glanced sideways at her. "Newt, focus," she tells him sternly. "I'll be telling Thomas this when he wakes up though." She smirks.

"Alright," Newt mutters and looks back at Thomas's face, blushing a little as he knew he had been caught staring at Thomas's chest. Though he felt himself frown as he watches Thomas close his sparkly teary hazel eyes slowly. "What do I have to do?"

"Nothing besides cleaning out the womb when the bullet is removed from Thomas's wound," Vince tells Newt. "We have some disinfectant here and I'll show you how to apply it to the womb." Newt nods his head, just wanting the process of aiding Thomas back to Health to quicken but he knew it'll take precious time.

So, he just watched as Brenda poked through the small incision in Thomas's stomach area with some weird metal grabby thing, almost like scissors, until she pulled out the dark bullet stained with blood. Tommy's blood, Newt had thought with a glare at the bullet. He began to panic once more blood seeped out from the incision on Thomas's stomach, and he quickly gained his thoughts and applied pressure to the wound once he was given a bandage from Vince who had disinfected the womb quickly seconds before. So, all Newt did was watch Thomas's face as he kept the white bandage firmly on the wound, hoping to see movement from his lover but didn't see any besides Thomas's slow breathing. At least he was alive.

Vince then stitched Thomas's wound up, and Brenda helped with the wrapping of the bandage until Thomas was all stitched up and wasn't bleeding much anymore. Vince, with a little help from Minho and Newt, lifted Thomas up and laid him on a seat on the side of a plane to rest. Newt sat beside him the whole plane trip, just watching over him. He wanted to lay close beside Thomas but couldn't as there just wasn't enough room on the seat for both him and Thomas to lay down, side by side on. So he swapped positions every so often, sitting on the floor and resting his head besides Thomas's, then sitting behind Thomas's head and staring down at him and threading his fingers through his soft brown hair, or sitting down beside Thomas and resting his chin on Thomas's chest while he stares at his face.

He was pretty much bored. All he wanted was Thomas to wake up so he can kiss, hug, and love him all through the trip to the Safe Haven. But he just doesn't know how long Thomas would be out for. Vince never told him. He could be out for hours, days, months even. Newt would wait days and months for Thomas to wake up, and even years if it were to occur to that.

When the plane finally landed after what felt like a day's flight, the back doors opened, and the only thing Newt could see was the sparkling blue waters of an ocean and the white sand of a beach in the distance. And on that beach, he saw a line of large tents up at the back near a forest and a field of gardens. It was really pretty, the beach and everything else. It's something he has never seen before. He wanted Thomas to see this too. Though where the plane landed, he had no clue but to suspect that they landed on something on the ocean like a boat.

"Come on," Vince then says to everyone on the plane just as Jorge walked out of the Pilot's Cabin "Everyone off the plane and choose a small rowboat to row to the beach with. Oh, and welcome to your new home!"

New home? The only home Newt has ever had was in The Glade, and he feels this homely sensation when he's with Thomas too. As everyone began to get off the plane, Newt stayed behind to pick Thomas up and carry him to the plane's exit with the little energy he built up resting the entire plane ride here. He noticed Minho leaning against the back side of the plane, and Frypan was beside him.

"Are you able to carry Thomas out of the Plane or would you like some help, Newt?" Minho asked him, offering some help. "We can help if you need it. You still look quite exhausted."

"I think I'll be fine carrying Thomas by myself for some time," Newt says as he looks down at his lover lying in his arms, motionless, beside his quiet breathing. He just pretends Thomas is asleep so it's less saddening to him. "But I'll give you a shout if I need some help." Minho nods, and with Frypan, they walk off the Plane into the early morning sunshine onto the giant boat, then found their way onto the row boats. Newt had help from Minho with laying Thomas down on their rowboat.

The breeze out on the ocean was nice and cool as they began rowing to shore. The morning sun was warm on Newt's face, the smell of the ocean clearing his senses, and the slight breeze flowing through his long hair was nice and peaceful to him. The sun created this golden glow on Thomas's face that Newt felt distracted looking at as the brunette was just so handsome and sound asleep.

Once they made it to the shore and Gally and Minho had pushed the boat onto the sand, Newt gets off the boat, picks Thomas up bridal style and follows behind Minho, Frypan and Gally, and as he walks onto the soft white sand of the beach, he just wishes even more that Tommy could see all the beauty of the place.

Though as he looked away from Thomas's gorgeous face and around him, he gasped quietly. Everything was bigger now that he was on the beach. There was a mile of large tents set up around the back of the beach surrounded by bushes and trees, and there looked to be a large meeting area with a large stone surrounded by smaller stones in front of it. There were gardens already in the ground with fresh fruit and veggies growing. That excited him as he quite liked gardening and providing for everyone at the Glade with his fellow Gardeners. Overall as he looks at the landscape, he thought they were on some large hilly island. Though he couldn't see the rest of the island as the large mountain behind the tents blocked the view.

He continues forward with Minho and Frypan and eventually they walk around the tents constructed mainly with long sticks and bamboo and find the Med-tent which they walk into, and Newt gently lays Thomas down on the closest bed there was to the entrance. He then sits down on the wooden floor, crosses his arms over the side of the bed and he rests his head on his arms, just watching Thomas's face.

"We'll leave you two alone for some time," Frypan says a little quietly, smiling at Newt watching over Thomas, then he elbows Minho in the side with a smirk. "Let's go." Minho nods and follows him out of the tent.

Once alone, Newt sighed. He glances around the room, taking in all that he saw which consisted of medical jars filled with types of liquids on shelves, as well as medical books. There was even, to his complete dislike, a skull of a human. He hoped it wasn't real.

Looking back at Thomas, he has this need to just shuffle Thomas to the side so there's enough room for him to lay with him on the bed. But he just didn't know if the bed could hold two people. He tried anyway, by sitting down by Thomas's waist on the bed, holding his breath, which the bed didn't creak or move with his weight on it. He felt relieved, and he slowly laid down on his side on the small space of the bed that was left for him, putting his arm around Thomas's waist.

He felt his body slowly become warm again from being this close to Thomas, and he is reminded of his exhaustion from before which he closes his eyes and stuffs his nose into Thomas's neck. He smelt of sweat, the slight metallic scent of blood, and Earthly scents. All but one were quite captivating scents. Blood definitely not, though he didn't really mind it.

Newt felt himself drifting off to sleep the longer he thought of Thomas and felt this comforting warmth radiating off Thomas and onto him. It was so peaceful and quiet too, the only sounds he could hear are the waves rolling onto the shore, the slight ocean breeze drifting into the Med tent, and Thomas's slow soothing breathing. This felt like heaven to him. And as soon as possible, he fell asleep while his mind was filled with Thomas.

He woke up hours later, probably around midday, right where he remembers falling asleep which was next to Thomas in the Med Tent. He smiled at Thomas's sleeping face and caressed his soft cheeks with his fingers but then leaned over Thomas's face and kissed his closed lips with a small happy sigh. Even if Thomas didn't kiss him back, it still felt wonderful to kiss him.

In his peripheral vision when he leans away from Thomas's lips, he sees three figures standing by the entrance which startles him and makes him look over at the entrance. Minho, Gally, and Frypan were standing by the entrance looking at Newt in amusement, though Gally looked bored, but he did have a small smile on his face.

"Honestly, what are we going to do with you?" Minho says with a small sigh and a smile at seeing his mate practically snuggling with Thomas whose still out cold. Newt just grinned slowly, innocently, at him. "By the way, Lunch is ready. And for once, it isn't made by Frypan."

"Oi," Frypan snapped jokingly with a grin and elbowed Minho in the side. "My stew was good, thank you very much!"

"I think I'm alright for now," Newt replies to them softly, sitting up slowly. "I'm not very hungry. And I want to be here for when Thomas finally wakes up."

"Greenie will still be here for when you go get lunch, Newt," Gally assures him with a small side-smile at the obvious love Newt shares with Thomas. "So go and get some food in you. Go with Minho and Frypan and I'll stand guard and make sure your Tommy won't move. And if he wakes, I'll come find and tell you."

Newt sighs with a small nod and looks back at Thomas, just wanting to stay with him all day. He was hungry, really hungry, but he just didn't care about that at the moment. But he knew he should eat. "Alright, I'll go and get some lunch," he eventually says as he knows Thomas would want him to eat something. He took off his jacket which he had forgotten he even had on in the first place. "But once I'm done eating, I'll be coming straight back here." He placed his jacket over Thomas's torso to keep him at a comfortable warmth as if he were still lying beside him, and then quickly placed a kiss to Thomas's cheek, told Thomas again that he loves him, then in time stood up and looks up at his three fellow Gladers. Minho and Frypan were grinning at him. "What?"

Minho chuckles and shakes his head as he walks in and puts his arm around Newt's shoulders. "Nothing," he says quickly with a soft laugh and leads him out of the tent. "Let's just go."

Newt and Minho follow Frypan towards the other tents which they enter one and find a table with some left-over fruits, berries, and vegetables. Only a few small groups of people remained like Harriet, Aris, and Sonya who were chatting happily together.

Newt piled a few berries and bits of coconut onto his hand and began eating them quickly, thinking of Thomas and hoping Gally was doing his job properly. Though there's no doubting Gally wouldn't be doing his job. He was a good guy.

Once Newt felt as if he has quenched his hunger for some time with berries, nuts, and vegetables, he decides to head back to the Med tent, only to find Gally inside and seated on the floor, throwing and catching a clam in his hand. Thomas was still out cold where Newt left him.

"Well, finally!" Gally sighed with relief and quickly got to his feet. "You were gone for hours!"

Newt rolls his eyes, knowing that wasn't true. He was only away for a few minutes. "Yeah, well you can go now," he drawls as he walks back over to Thomas and sits on the bed beside his feet. "Thank you, though."

Gally nods his head. "By the way, what does the feeling of...love feel like?" he asks suddenly as he leans against the wooden door-frame exit.

Newt looks at him, a little surprised. He never thought this conversation would come up ever between him and Gally. "Well...think of it this way. Whenever you walk into a room and see the most beautiful person in the world, your heart stops for a second. And when they look at you, you feel yourself glued to the spot as if time stopped and it was only you and them in the room alone. With Tommy and I, it's the same, but it feels more...it's hard to explain because the feelings between me and Tommy are just so perfect." He suddenly hesitates. "Why?" He gives him a small smirk. "Do you think you're in love?"

"No," Gally says at once with a snort. "Gross, no."

Newt chuckles as if in disbelief. "Alright... sure," he says slowly, and as he looks back at Thomas, he leans down on his side onto his elbow, slides his hand under his jacket which he had put over Thomas earlier and moved his hand over Thomas's upper stomach. "Anyway, let me get back to cuddling with my Tommy," he says to Thomas's face. "I need to provide him with my warmth."

"Whatever, lover-boy "Gally mutters and rolls his eyes, though hid a small smile from him. "Have fun, I guess." And then he turned around and left out the tent.

Newt sighs after a minute and brings his hand up to Thomas's brown hair, feeling its softness which felt almost like a bunny's fur, as he runs his hand slowly through the other boy's hair. "I know you're not currently asleep, but even so, you're a really cute sleeper, Tommy," he tells him quietly. "You're like a sweet little puppy." He rests his head down on the pillow, and just as he closes his eyes, Thomas awakens and sits up quickly as if from a nightmare.

"Tommy?" Newt asks quickly, sitting up too to assess his lover.

Thomas looks to the side at newt, a little panicked, but calmed down quickly as he realises Newt was next to him. He winces as he lifts his shirt up and looks down at his injury which was bandaged up, then looks up at the handsome boy next to him. He realised everything that happened before was real. He had kissed Newt, watched him turn into a Crank but saved him with the Serum, got to the Plane to safety, and in the end watched Teresa die but had Newt there in his arms to tell him it would all be okay. "Newt?"

Newt nods his head quickly and smiles brightly. "Yes, it's me, Tommy," he replies softly and places his arm around Thomas's side. "Thank God you've awoken. How are you feeling?" But Thomas doesn't reply and instead, he wraps his arms around Newt in a tight hug. Newt didn't expect the surprise hug at all, and he grins and hugs Thomas back just as tightly.

"I'm...sore, but fine," Thomas responds in a quiet voice, and he leans away only just so he could see Newt's face. "I feel better now that I'm with you." He gives Newt the best wink he could considering he just woke up from unconsciousness, and Newt blushes and lets out a little giggle. Thomas smiles and looks around the room they were in, noting the difference in setting. "Where are we, Newt? Where is everyone?"

"We made it to the Safe Haven," Newt tells him with, his eyes shiny with excitement. "We're safe from wars, cranks, everything bad. We can live happily in peace now. We can live..." he bites his lip over a happy chuckle, "together, as um..."

Thomas pulls Newt into a kiss, and his heart hammers against his chest and explodes with love as he feels Newt kissing him back with those pretty thin bow-shaped lips. He leans back down, taking Newt with him until his head hits the pillow. They laugh together, and Newt rolls on top of Thomas but is careful about Thomas's lower stomach area where the bullet wound is, and he leans up after some time to get some air.

Thomas stares up at the handsome blonde above him. "Boyfriend's, Newt," he tells him in a whisper, his hands on Newt's hips which feels so natural to him, like they're meant to be on Newt's body. "I want us to be together, to be boyfriends. That's only if you want too though-"

And Newt leans down quickly and kisses him as a nonverbal yes, and he slides his hands through Thomas's hair, his fingers curling through Thomas's locks of soft hair, and his legs locked with his lovers. "Yes," he whispers back as he pressed his forehead to Thomas's, his lips only inches away from Thomas's. "I'd love to be your boyfriend, Tommy. And I'm so glad you asked. I've waited ages for this."

Thomas smiles at that incredible information Newt gave him, and he leans his face up and kisses Newt again deeply. Newt sighs in the kiss, enjoying the love he shares with Thomas when kissing him, and he consciously moves to the other side of the bed, though his leg remained in between Thomas's legs. Their kissing becomes more passionate now which involved tongues and saliva mixing together, and Thomas's hands are rubbing up and down on Newt's waist, though he could feel deep inside him that he wanted to explore Newt's body with his hands and eyes, wanting to get to know his lover, his boyfriend physically. The thought excited him and his body.

Newt's hand had cupped Thomas's face as he deepened the kiss, his other hand sliding under Thomas's shirt until he could feel his lover's chest and nipples under his fingertips. Not knowing what to do next but having a feeling, he rubs at Thomas's nipples with his fingertips. Thomas groaned and bucked his hips in Newt's direction but then grunts a little in pain from his healing wound and relaxes his body back onto the mattress.

Newt had heard the painful grunt Thomas made which made him lean away from the blissful kiss and he looked down at him with concern. "Are you okay, Tommy?" he asks him softly. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Thomas shook his head. "You didn't do anything," he assures his lover just as softly. "I just got excited and... never mind. Just continue where we left off, please? It felt so good." Newt looked unsure at continuing the teasing as he didn't want Thomas to get hurt again, but he leaned down anyway to continue their loving kiss.

Thomas feels his hands start exploring, both moving down Newt's back until one slip under Newt's shirt and up his back, leaving Newt sighing delightfully, and Thomas's other hands slides over Newt's arse. They're both turned on now by the feel of each other's touches and caresses. Newt slipped his hand out from under Thomas's shirt, and it continued down past his stomach. He knew it was moving, yet he didn't stop it. And he leaned away from the kiss just for a few seconds, watching Thomas's hazel eyes open and gleam over with lust, before he slides his hand under Thomas's pants.

Thomas gasps with pleasure, and Newt watches him closely as he feels the bulge of Thomas's prick inside his boxers. It was beautiful watching Thomas's face look so relaxed and pleasured as he had his hands down his boyfriend's pants.

All Thomas felt, besides the feel of his lovers teasing hand down his pants, was lust and this growing warmth in his groin. And, of course, the slight hardening of his cock. These feelings were all so new yet were interesting and amazing to feel all at once. "Newtie," he lets out a moan as Newt then slips his hand under Thomas's boxers and the first thing his fingers come into contact with is Thomas's dick.

"You're so gorgeous," Newt whispers to Thomas who bites his lip and lets out another moan, though it sounded more like a whimper. The head of Thomas's cock poked out from under his boxers and pants, and Newt felt and could see a small wet patch on Thomas's lower stomach right above the head of his cock which makes Newt lick his lips, and it ignited something in his own groin. His fingers explore further, sliding over the head of Thomas's dick, then his entire length until he reaches the base where small course hairs resided. He had this sudden thought to rip out Thomas's dick and pull his pants down so he can see him, all of him, and then to put his mouth over his lovers manhood and just lick him everywhere, taste him in all the unreachable places that nobody else has touched and seen.

"Newtie, please," Thomas moans, his hand coming to Newt's long hair which he grasps. How could Newt say no to that angelic voice? Keeping his hand where it's at, Newt gives his Tommy a deep kiss, before he trails kisses along Thomas's cheeks, jawbone, until he reaches his neck. He gave his Tommy's neck light and teasing kisses all up and down his neck, until he found the spot, his sweet spot, which sent Thomas in a state of pleasured gasps and grunts.

This threw Newt over the edge. He bit down onto that sweet spot-on Thomas's neck who gave a little whimper and instinctively squeezed Newt's arse cheek. Newt sighs pleasantly and he rubs his hand back and forth over Thomas's prick, feeling the foreskin being pushed down his lover's length, but he wanted to see it all. He wanted to see his lovers naked body and love all of him every day he is with Thomas.

Newt felt this hunger burn deep inside him, but it wasn't a kind of hunger for food. This was different. This hunger he felt was sexual, and he wanted to fill it but didn't know how. But he went by what his drive for sexual love was telling him, and so he pulled Thomas's pants down. The scent of his lover turned on and leaking was overwhelming and captivating and drove the sexual hunger in Newt to increase.

"You're incredible," Newt whispers to Thomas's face, before looking down at the dick on show only for him. Thomas was blushing not only from the compliments, but by having his cock out for his boyfriend to see. Nobody's ever seen this part of him before, so it made him a little nervous but excited.

The head of Thomas's dick was pink and leaking precome onto Thomas's lower stomach where his dick rested, and his small brown course hair spread around his groin and balls perfectly. Newt gave Thomas a quick kiss on the lips, noting how flustered and red his lovers face was which he thought was bloody sexy, then crawled backwards and leaned down, getting a strong whiff of his lover's manhood. He smelt so good, so sour and sweet at the same time. He felt incredible being this close to Thomas, and so bloody horny. He had so many thoughts rushing through his head on what he and Thomas could do to each other. But the first thing that came to his mind at the moment was giving his lover pleasure.

Newt locks eyes with Thomas right as he leans his face down and licks at the small puddle of precome which satisfies his hunger a little as he tastes the salty sweetness that had leaked out of his lover. He then wraps his hand around the base of Thomas's cock, and Thomas bites his lip and watches Newt quietly.

Newt licks at the soft velvety head, dipping his tongue in between the slit, licking up any precome leaking out, before he slides his lips down over the head and down the length towards the base. Thomas sighs delightfully, spreads his legs wide for Newt, and tries to reach for Newt to grab onto him, onto something of his. Anything. He just felt so good spread wide for Newt with Newt sucking on his manhood. He wanted this to last for hours.

Newt felt himself gag from when he felt the head of Thomas's cock touch the back of his throat, which he had to slide his mouth off his lover's cock to get some air. It was his first time sucking dick anyway and he knows it'll take some time getting used to having Thomas's full length in his mouth. With a smile at Thomas who gave him a smile back, he descends his mouth down Thomas's shaft again, taking him in whole.

He begins bobbing his head up and down on Thomas's shaft as something different which Thomas begins to moan more often now, and he leans up on his elbows to watch Newt worshipping his dick. He groans loudly as Newt sucks hard on the head, his cheeks hollowing, before swirling his tongue around the crown and pressing wet kisses all around the length.

Newt's kisses trail down Thomas's groin until he's kissing the skin of Thomas's inner thighs. Thomas's hands find their way into Newt's hair, and he curls his fingers through Newt's long blonde straw-like locks, twisting and gripping and pulling on his hair. Newt grunted a little with pain from Thomas's hard tugging in his hair, and he knew it meant Thomas was enjoying what he was giving him. As he kissed his way around Thomas's balls, he gave Thomas's cock a quick few jerks with his fist.

Thomas grunts and bucks his hips up, and Newt smirks as he suckles one of Thomas's balls in his mouth. He moans over Thomas's balls, enjoying the feel and taste of them over his tongue. His mouth eventually found its way back to Thomas's cock after some time, and his mouth slid over the head and down the shaft, then his head continued the bobbing motion of the blowjob he was giving Thomas.

It didn't take long though with all the teasing, sucking and kissing Newt was giving Thomas around his groin until he cried out with pleasure and came, ribbon after long ribbons, into Newt's mouth. Newt's eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, and he nearly choked on the amount of salty sweet semen that flooded his mouth, and he eagerly swallowed it all down with a loving look at Thomas's face. There was something so extravagant about having the thought of Thomas's sperm swimming around in his stomach.

"You're bloody incredible," Newt mutters over his lover's manhood as he slides his mouth of the now purpled head of Thomas's cock with a 'pop', and he licks at his lips. "You know that, right?"

Thomas laughs softly, then sighs and rests his head back down into the pillow. "I love you so much, Newt," he says as he looks down at Newt with a goofy smile. "And god, Newt, you make me feel incredible in all the right ways."

Newt grins at him. "I love you too, Tommy," he replies to him softly, before he smirks and licks at the head of Thomas's cock, licking away the remaining semen until his lover is clean which Thomas sighs pleasingly at. The hunger he felt earlier was satisfied. "By the way, you've got to do me next." He gives Thomas a wink as he crawls over to Thomas who blushes and taps the space beside him.

Newt lays down next to Thomas, and he cups his boyfriend's face in his hands and kisses him. Thomas can taste himself on Newt's lips, on his tongue, yet he doesn't really mind because he knows Newt enjoyed himself. It's just a part of making love to each other. He still had to give Newt heaven, and he couldn't help himself but place his hand over the hard bulge in the blonde's pants as he deepens the kiss. God, Newt was hard, and Thomas wanted to touch him already.

Newt growls low in his throat at Thomas's hand over his cock, and he wanted him so badly. He leans out of the kiss, and he bites his lip when feeling Thomas drawling slow circles over his bulge. "It's a little stuffy in here," he tells him quietly, and he gives him a quick kiss. "Why don't we go outside and finish this? Then we can join the others after."

Thomas nods his head. He'd do anything Newt asks him to. "Let's go," he says, but before he does anything, he puts his dick back in his pants as it'd be humiliating if he walked out of the tent with his dick out. Newt leans up, and he helps Thomas up off the bed slowly, so it doesn't hurt him as much because of his injuries from the bullet wound. Once they were both on their feet, their intertwined hands together with smiles filled with the love for each other and walked out of the Med Tent.

Thomas actually stopped outside the tent to look at the view of the Safe Haven from where they were at. It was beautiful! "Wow," he says in complete amazement as he can see a great future for everyone here. Especially a future for him and Newt. In the distance, he could see Minho, Gally, Brenda, and Frypan doing their own thing around the place.

"I know it's beautiful, but it's not even as beautiful as the person I'm looking at as of now," Newt says smoothly to his lover, and he kisses the brunette's cheek when Thomas was distracted by the entire view.

Thomas blushes again, his heart fluttering, and looks back at Newt, grinning happily. "Shut up, you," he laughs and flings his arms around Newt's neck, and he just stares at his lover, noting how the sun shines down on Newt's face, and it's rays gleam down over Newt's blonde hair and face, creating such a familiar angelic glow. "You're so beautiful."

Now Newt began to blush, and he chuckled quietly and pulls Thomas closer into a soft kiss. Thomas melts into the kiss, happy as ever that he's finally got someone to call his lover, finally has his crush to call his lover. He's even smiling in the kiss. Newt was the same as he was so happy to have Thomas as his boyfriend once and for all.

They leaned out of the kiss after some time, and they lock eyes, knowing they must finish what they started. Thomas couldn't have his boyfriend's penis enlarged and hard in his pants if they were to go and see their other friends. So as Newt was distracted by Thomas's eyes, Thomas made the quick decision to drop his arm from around Newt's neck, place it over Newt's abdomen and slide it under Newt's pants and boxers until he could feel the head of his lover's cock. He was suddenly very hungry for his man.

Newt sighed and placed his forehead to Thomas's, and he lowers his hands to Thomas's arse cheeks and squeezes them through his pants. Thomas bites his lip over a groan, and he's then kissing Newt again. They then walked backwards together onto the soft grass, had to end the kiss so they don't trip over their feet, and they walked around the Med Tent, hand in hand, to the other side where they wouldn't be seen and over a small hill until all that they could see was beach.

Newt lowered Thomas down onto the soft white sand, and as he leaned over him, Thomas couldn't decide where to look. Newt's gorgeous eyes and face, his chest, or the bulge in his pants. Quickly, he tugged on Newt's pants, wanting to rid of them, to see his lover's manhood.

"Someone's eager," Newt says smoothly with a smirk, and Thomas grins and nods up at him. Newt leans up and takes off his shirt, throwing it to the side, forgotten. Thomas just stares up at his boyfriend, his eyes wide and amused, and he raises his hands to Newt's chest and just feels him as he smiles. He feels the blonde's stomach, his chest, his pink nipples, his shoulders and muscly arms. Newt closes his eyes and just feels Thomas's soft warm hands gliding over his chest, before stopping at his nipples and tweaking them. Newt groans quietly and lowers his body onto Thomas's, rubbing their cocks together.

Thomas grunts at the feeling of his randiness starting up again, and he leaned up only enough to remove his own shirt from his torso, before slowly lowering his back down onto the sand. His hands found their way back to Newt's chest, but one travelled down his stomach and pulled down Newt's pants and boxers until he could see the head of his lover's cock and a patch of small blonde hairs around it. He licked his lips and looks back up into Newt's light Sapphire blue eyes. "You're irresistible." Newt blushed.

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"Did I just see Newt and Thomas walk out of the tent and start snogging each other?" Frypan asks all of a sudden as he was weeding the small corn field he was in with Minho and Gally and had seen previously two people walk out of the Med Tent, holding hands. He knew that nobody was in the Med tent beside Thomas and Newt. "And Thomas doesn't even seem to know he had been shot."

"What?" Minho asked at once as he looked up, but by the Med Tent, he saw nobody. "So, this means Thomas is awake? Let's go see how he's doing then!"

Gally looked unsure about doing just that. "Are you sure you want to do that?" he asks slowly, having an odd feeling in his gut. "Who knows what those love birds are doing over there..." Minho and Frypan look at him before bursting out into laughter.

After his laughter died down, Minho went over and patted Gally on the back. "Someone's got a dirty mind," he tells him with a smirk. Gally flushed and rolls his eyes. "Shut those thoughts away in that odd mind of yours and let's go see how Thomas is doing." Frypan laughed again.

Gally sighed out through his mouth. "Alright," he mutters.

"That's the spirit," Minho says brightly. "But come on. Let's go."

They walk around the garden and headed towards the Med-tent where they peeked inside, but they didn't see the two boys. But they could hear voices, two voices actually, and so they walked out of the tent and around it, trying to find their best friends.

Minho began to walk up the small hill behind the Med Tent, before he was pulled backwards by Gally who shook his head at him and pointed over the hill. Gally got down on his knees and looked over the hill with a grimace, and Frypan did the same and looked over the hill, his face paling.

Minho just looked confused, until he got onto his hands and knees and looked over the hill. His eyes widened at the sight of Newt and Thomas shirtless, Newt lying on the floor, moaning and grunting with pleasure with Thomas lying on Newt's legs and bobbing his head up and down over Newt's crotch. He quickly looked away and blinked his eyes quickly, trying to get that odd image out of his head. "Oh, god..." he says quietly.

"Told you," Gally points out with a smirk. "They're making love."

Frypan looked away, his face a little white. "At least we'll know where they are if those two disappear during the day," he says quietly to his friends. "And we know not to walk over here. We can just lay here and shout that lunch or dinner's ready."

Gally snorts quietly. He wants to do that, to be the one to scare Newt and Thomas off each other in order to remind them that they might not make it to dinner before all the food gets eaten. "I bet it won't be too long until they're inside each other," he tells them in a drawl as he lays on his back with his arms crossed under his head and stares up at the blue sky.

"I wouldn't like to know about their private times though," Minho says, wrinkling his nose with disgust at the hill that thankfully blocked his eyes from the unusual scene he had just seen seconds ago. "Nobody does."

They stop and just listen to what's going on around them while trying to block out the moans coming from on the other side of the hill.

"Let's go, guys," Frypan says all of a sudden as he couldn't take hearing his friend's moans anymore. He felt as if those noises are for Thomas to only hear, and he'd be glad and leave them be so it's just Newt and Thomas alone again. "Let's leave them be. They're enjoying each other, having fun together alone. I'm sure they wouldn't want to be watched during their intimate moments."

"True," Minho says with a quick nod, eager to get away and try to forget what he had just seen. He puts an arm around Gally's neck and pets his shoulder, "Come on, Gally," he whispers. "Let's leave them be." Gally nods his head, agreeing with them silently, and the three boys crawl away from the hill, got up on their feet and rushed back to the others. They weren't going to tell a single soul of what they had just seen.