Thomas was laying on his bed, about to take a nap when his phone dinged and jerked him awake. He frowned as he reached for it and saw a text from Minho. It read "can you please fuck Newt?"

Thomas typed back "what?" as he let out a breath and flopped back against his mattress.

The typing bubbles popped up immediately, a text coming in seconds later. "He's so cranky and moody all the time, he needs SEX, just touch him or something. Help a bro out please Thomas I'm begging you."

Thomas rolled his eyes, sending back, "what the fuck Minho?"

An almost instant reply of "Are you home?" came through.

"Uh yeah why?" Thomas sent back.

"I'm sending Newt over, please don't return him you pull the stick out of his ass and replace it with your dick."

Thomas rolled his eyes and put his phone down. He was awake now. He ran his hands over his face, sighing as he stretched. Maybe Minho did have a point, he and Newt have been...seeing each other for lack of a better term for over two months and the farthest they went was making out, if you could even properly classify it as making out. Thomas knew he was frustrated, he used that laptop picture more than he liked to admit, but it was Newt's idea to take it slow. Sue him for respecting it.

Thomas moved to the couch, not taking Minho seriously and flopping down onto it and pulling the blanket over his body. He was tired, he stayed up all last night studying for his test, it went well but he was exhausted and burnt out from the studying and the actual exam itself. Thomas was drifting off again when there was a knock on the door. He headed over to it and opened it, feeling surprised when Newt was actually standing there. He thought Minho was joking like he usually was.

"Uh hi?"

"You look happy to see me," Newt muttered.

"I didn't think you were actually coming here."

"What?" Newt cocked his head. "Minho said-" Newt huffed. "I should have known."

"I thought he was kidding about sending you over."

"Sending me over? He told me you wanted to see me and it was 'urgent'."

Thomas huffed out a laugh. "Well I guess he wasn't wrong about the me wanting to see you part."

Newt smiled at that. "I can go if you want."

Thomas shook his head. "No, stay."

Newt walked in, kicking his boots off at the door. He looked at the couch and frowned. "You were sleeping?"

Thomas shrugged. "On and off I guess."

"Well this is the last time I listen to Minho...why did he tell you he was sending me over?"

"Said you had a stick up your ass."

Newt rolled his eyes. "He's so dramatic. He spilled the brand new bag of cat food I just bought all over the floor, apparently me getting mad over that is unreasonable."

Thomas huffed out a laugh. "He's really interesting."

"He's lucky I like him." Newt scoffed as he slid his jacket off and dropped it on the arm chair. He was wearing sweatpants today, they were black and kinda tight. He paired them with a Blink-182 shirt that was slightly covered in cat hair which didn't surprise Thomas much. He knew how much Newt liked them, he guessed it should have been expected that he had shirts with them on it.

"Wanna help me finish the pasta I made last night?"

Newt nodded as he leaned against the armchair.

Thomas grabbed the tupperware from the fridge and put it in the microwave. "Hey uh, Newt?" Thomas asked as he turned around to look at the blonde boy who was typing something on his phone.

"Yeah?"

"Minho said something else."

"And what was that?"

"Should we be doing stuff?"

"Doing stuff?"

"You know what kinda stuff," Thomas said, feeling his cheeks heat up.

Newt's eyes widened in realization. "Oh uh, I don't know, we're taking it slow."

"Okay," Thomas said, pushing down the weird feeling of disappointment he felt. "Yeah you're right."

They didn't say anything else as Thomas got the pasta and brought it over to the coffee table. For some reason there was an awkward tension in the air. Thomas was scared to talk. The only sound between them was the occasional slurping of the pasta noodles.

Newt spoke suddenly. "Do you wanna be doing stuff?"

Thomas was blushing again, he looked down at the container and shoveleved another forkful of pasta in his mouth. "Do you?"

Thomas finally looked up at Newt. He was staring at a fixed spot on the floor, not moving, like he was lost in thought.

Almost like a switch was flipped, something changed in Newt. He stood up quick, dropping his fork on the table.

"Fuck it!" He exclaimed as he started pacing back and forth. "I know slow was my idea but I'm dying here Tommy! You touch me all the time and bloody hell it shouldn't work me up as much as it does but every damn time you let me sit on your lap and put your hand on my leg I feel like I'm going to explode." Newt grabbed at his hair. "I mean fuck you don't understand how attracted I am to you! I know I make fun of you for what you told me while drunk but fuck Tommy I'm doin the same thing here. Do you know how many times I had to restrain myself from ripping your fucking clothes off or shoving my hand down your pants because we're taking it slow. Bloody hell in the basement when you climbed onto my lap after I sang to you, do you know what that did to me. I had to use every ounce of my willpower not to cum in my pants like a bloody horny teenager." Newt let out a frustrated sound. "Two months Tommy, it's been two months and I've barely even kissed you properly. I'm actually losing my mind, you're making me lose my mind. The worst part is that you don't even do anything. You just stand there and look so unfairly attractive..." Newt took a deep breath. "Fuck slow."

"Don't fuck slow," Thomas said slowly as he stood up and looked at Newt. "Fuck me."

"What?"

"Kiss me how you wanna kiss me Newt."

Newt hesitated for a mere second before practically slamming him against the wall and kissing him with everything he had.

In that minute Thomas learned three things. First, Newt really liked biting. Two, Thomas really liked it when Newt bit him. And three, Newt was really fucking good at kissing.

Newt was kissing him hard enough to bruise, he put his hand on the back of Thomas' thigh. Thomas got the memo and jumped up, hooking his legs around Newt's waist. Newt pushed him harder into the wall so it would hold most of his weight and he could push up the hem of Thomas' shirt. The fourth thing he learned was that Newt liked rough kissing and the fifth was that he really wasn't opposed to it either.

Thomas grabbed it and yanked it over his head throwing it on the ground somewhere to be dealt with later.

Newt immediately started sucking on his neck and fuck was he good at that too. Thomas let his head fall back, his hands finding Newt's hair. It was softer than it looked.

Newt's mouth was on his again, he bit his lip again before shoving his tongue in his mouth. They made out for what could have been minutes or hours, Thomas' thoughts were so jambled he couldn't judge time, when Newt pulled back. The blonde boy was panting a little and if his lips were swollen Thomas could only imagine what he looked like.

"You okay? Got a little carried away there." Newt asked softly, his eyes flicking down to the red mark he left on his neck.

"I won't be okay if we're done," Thomas said which made Newt smile.

"You're perfect," Newt mumbled as he slowly let Thomas down, careful not to drop him.

Thomas stretched a bit before turning back to Newt. His legs were stiff from being pushed up against the wall for so long. "I don't think it's fair that I'm the only one half naked."

Newt didn't say anything, but he put his hands on Thomas' belt and walked them backwards until Thomas' knees hit the armrest of the couch. He fell back onto it with a gentle push from the blonde boy.

Newt yanked his shirt off before crawling on top of him. He looked serious for a moment as he hovered over top of him. "Tell me if I go too far."

Thomas nodded, muttering, "right now you're not going far enough."

Newt pinched his side which made Thomas squirm. When he looked up at his face he was smirking. "So tell me, what exactly did you fantasize about?"

"This...literally this" Thomas admitted.

Newt smirked. "Okay whoever finishes first has to show the other the picture of them they jerked off to."

Thomas barely rolled his eyes before Newt was kissing him again.

A half hour later Newt was looking at the shirtless picture of him on the stage on Thomas' laptop and laughing hysterically exclaiming "really, this is what does it for you Tommy?" as Thomas threw pillows at him begging him to shut up.

Maybe for once in his life, Minho was right.

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Newt slept over at Thomas' house for the second time that night. He slept in his bed instead of the couch. Thomas woke up to Newt sitting next to him with a bowl of cereal. He was in just his boxers, holding the bowl with one hand and his phone in the other. His lack of shirt showed off the tattoo on his forearm which Thomas for some reason found hot. It was the only one he had but suited him, suited him well.

"Sure you can have my cereal," Thomas said which made Newt look at him.

"One it's about time you woke up. Two, I made you cum three times last night I deserve a bowl of lucky charms."

Thomas felt his face heat up. "Shut up."

"Don't worry," Newt snickered as he adjusted himself on the bed. "It was hot."

"Is your goal in life to humiliate me?" Thomas asked as he watched Newt put the bowl down on the nightstand.

"Maybe, you're just so pretty when you blush."

Thomas hit him with a pillow.

Newt slid down next to him, laying on his side so he could face him. "Hey I know it's the morning but you good to talk about something serious?"

Thomas turned his head to look at him. "Yeah, what's up?"

"We've been doing this for awhile yeah?"

"Yeah."

"You seein anyone else?"

That took Thomas by surprise. "What?"

"We're not official, so like if you were it'd be okay b-"

"I'm not seeing anyone else." A horrible thought dawned on Thomas. "Are you?"

Newt shook his head. "Not since I took you to the hockey game."

"Why?"

"We're not official, but like...do you want to be?"

Thomas felt his chest practically explode. "Like boyfriends?"

"Well yeah, unless you wanna be my girlfriend."

Thomas smiled so hard it hurt. "Yeah. Not the girlfriend part but yeah, official sounds good."

Newt smiled too. "Good, I didn't wanna have to go home and write a depressing break up song about you...and those hickies all over your neck would be embarrassing otherwise."

Thomas didn't even want to know what he looked like.

Thomas frowned as he smelt something weird. "Did you smoke?"

Newt bit his lip. "Yeah, before you woke up."

"I thought you were trying to quit?"

"I am! I was buggin about asking you to be official, wasn't sure you'd say yes. Smoke break calmed me down. I'm at a pack a week Tommy which is good because I used to run off two or three."

"I don't wanna be the reason you smoke."

"You're not! It's an old habit, it's hard to break. I can't go cold turkey in just a few weeks Tommy."

"I know, I'm sorry."

Newt let out a breath. "Don't be, it's just hard. Try and be patient with me okay?"

Thomas leaned over and kissed him, ignoring the faint taste of smoke. "I will."

"Can I ask you something else serious?"

Thomas nodded as Newt shifted to sit on his stomach. "Two things actually."

"Go for it," Thomas said as he slid his hands up Newt's bare thighs. Yeah he liked doing stuff, touching Newt wherever he wanted, going slow was a terrible idea.

"If we go on tour would you come? It would be over the summer so you wouldn't have school and we'd stay in cool hotels and I know this is thinking far into the future but we could fuck in every state Tommy."

Thomas smiled as he stilled his hands. "Yeah, I'd love to come on tour with you."

Newt's face lit up. "Really?"

Thomas nodded. "Supportive boyfriend right?"

"Your sister could have free tickets to the close shows."

"She might faint if I tell her that."

Newt smiled. "It's a fair trade right, I get to steal her brother a few days a week, she gets to come to our shows."

"What was your second question?" Thomas asked as Newt ran his hands down his chest.

"You wanna make out?"

"I haven't brushed my teet-"

Thomas didn't get to finish because Newt was attacking his mouth again. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

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Newt left after they made out for a while. He said he had to shower and the band was practicing today. Thomas reluctantly let him go. After he left Thomas decided that showering was probably a good idea, he was still kinda gross from the night before and his hair probably looked obscene from Newt pulling at it.

Thomas almost choked when he looked in the mirror finally. When Newt said hickies he was completely underestimating. Thomas' neck was covered. He had bite marks on his chest, on his abs and spotted ones on his neck. He looked like he got into a fight with a wild animal. He pulled out his phone and held up his middle finger to the camera as he pointed it at the mirror. He took a picture and sent it to Newt saying "thanks for biting every inch of my body."

Newt replied when Thomas was brushing his teeth saying "...well now I have a new picture to jerk off to."

Thomas texted back, "no need to jerk off when you have me :)" before turning it off and getting into the shower.

When he was done he dried off and got dressed, deciding he wasn't leaving the house that day.

When he left the bathroom he called his sister. She picked up quite quickly.

"Hey Thomas, everything okay?"

"Everything is great actually." Thomas felt himself smiling as he thought about the events that took place in the morning.

"Yeah? Like?"

"I have a boyfriend."

"NEWT?!"

"Yeah Newt. We started dating this morning."

"It took you long enough." Rose scoffed.

"We we're taking it slow!"

"Well that's boring."

"Shut up and be supportive, you're the only person I'm telling."

"Is it supposed to be a secret?"

"I mean I'd like it if you didn't tell anybody."

"I wouldn't do that," Rose said, Thomas could practically feel the frown in her voice.

"I know...I'm just making sure...wanna hear something interesting?"

"Of course I do."

"Newt sang for me."

"Seriously?! Oh my god who would have ever known that I'd be jealous of my older brother."

"Shut up." Thomas rolled his eyes as he sat up on his kitchen counter. "You make me regret telling you things."

"Okay okay I'm sorry...was he good?"

"Yes oh my god, he's amazing. I'm so into him Rosie."

"Bitch me too the fuck."

Thomas huffed out a laugh. "I'm not sharing him with you."

"Boo."

"He said if they ever go on tour you can get free tickets."

"Are you serious?! You're literally the best brother ever."

Thomas smiled. "I wouldn't have met him if it wasn't for you."

"I mean I know I'm pretty great."

Thomas laughed before stretching. "I won't deny it."

"I'm glad you tell me things."

"I'll talk to you later okay? Love ya."

"Love you too Thomas."

She hung up and Thomas brought the phone down from his ear. He had an unanswered text from Minho. He tapped on it, laughing when he saw a picture of Miho with his arm around Newt who was smiling. The text said "you fucked him AND cuffed him, you are a saint Thomas, look how happy the british asshole is".

Thomas shamelessly saved the picture before sending Minho back a text reading "maybe stop breaking the house and you won't need my ass to save you from Newt's wrath...plus he fucked me...very well too if I may add".

Newt snapchatted him a picture too which he opened. It was of his neck, the shit collar pulled down a bit. There was a mark there. The caption said "guess you got me too". Thomas screenshotted it and sent back a picture of him rolling his eyes saying "you can't even complain, I look like I have a disease". Newt immediately snapped back a picture of him smiling saying "but you liked it". Thomas screenshotted that too.

He put his phone down and smiled to himself. A boyfriend. Newt was his boyfriend. They were exclusive, official. Thomas resisted the urge to scream so he just squeezed his pillow hard. He was stupid into Newt. He was on his mind twenty four seven. He could never listen to Wonderwall without thinking of Newt singing it to him in the basement although that kinda made it his new favorite song.
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