March 11th 1998

10:23 pm

     Thomas wanted to smash his head on the wall. They were at the stupid pub again and Newt was all over Alby. It made no sense to him. He seemed like he was making progress with Newt but then there he was, his arms around Alby as he laid his head on his shoulder. Alby had his fingers in his hair and Newt's eyes were closed.

     "I don't fucking get it!" Thomas groaned as he slammed his glass down on the table. "What am I doing wrong Minho?"

     Minho just shook his head. "I am way too sober for this conversation."

     Thomas frowned. "Hey, I'm struggling here."

     "I know, I know you love him or whatever."

     Thomas let his head fall to on the wooden countertop.

     "Maybe he's trying to make you jealous?" Minho suggested as he watched Thomas repeatedly hit his forehead on the countertop.

     "He knows I'm into him!"

     "But that's boring."

     Thomas lifted his head. "So what do you suggest? I just go kiss him?"

     Minho shrugged. "That's not boring."

     "He'd punch me in the face."

     "Maybe."

     "Fucking hell."

     Minho patted him on the back. "Okay drama king, settle down there."

     "Minhooo," Thomas whined as he grabbed onto the buff boy's arm. "Help meeee."

     Minho shook his off and groaned. "God are you this fucking annoying in the future?"

     "No, I'm worse."

     "Okay." Minho took a deep breath. "So you need to be more pushy with Newt. I tried to help you during truth or dare the other day, but you need to make moves because Newt will never admit that he has feelings for you."

     Thomas scoffed as he looked at Newt and Alby. Newt was a little fucking shit, why was he so whipped for him?

    "Hey Min can I ask you something else?"

     "If it's about Newt's dick then definitely no."

     "It's not about Newt's dick."

     "Okay then shoot."

     "Why do Kis and El hate Teresa so much?"

     Minho visibly cringed. "I knew you were gonna ask that. Do they still go at it in the future?"

     Thomas shook his head. "They don't really talk and then Teresa...uh she left."

     Minho scrunched up his face. "She left? Where did she go?"

     Shit shit, Thomas you stupid fuck.

      "Uh she got a job. Me you and Newt became X-Men but obviously she couldn't because you know, she's human so she got a job doing work for Xavier."

     "X-men really? Cool shit."

     "Anyways," Thomas proded. "What happened between them?"

     Minho made a weird gesture with his hands. "Well you know Kis for start, she's easier to piss off than a fuckin bull but there was this big fight between her El and Teresa. Kis never really forgot, she still wants to choke Teresa."

     "Really? What was it about?"

     "It was a while ago, they used to hangout with her and Newt, before I even came to the school. Kis was already uneasy about her because she was the only human at a mutant school, but El, that girl is so sweet, thought she seemed okay. Do you know everything about Newt and the X-men?"

     Thomas nodded. "I know he got kicked off the team because of the invasion that happened."

     "Well Newt was really fucked up about it, but Kis and El didn't get kicked off. Anyways, I guess Teresa told them they should quit the team if they were true friends to Newt. She was really pressing about it, my assumption is that she was jealous of them being on the team. Anyways, Newt told them not to do that and Kis was pretty pissed that Teresa would even suggest that. Of course knowing Kis, she started an argument and Teresa got mad and said 'I see why your parents beat you' and Kis just went ballistic. Newt and El had to hold her down so she didn't tear off Teresa's head. In reality it was a really stupid fight, but Kis has been through some shit so she had a right to be mad when Teresa threw it in her face."

     Teresa didn't come with them that night. She really didn't want to be anywhere near Thomas which was such a change from how she acted in the future.

     "And El hates her too because of that?"

      Minho nodded as he took a long sip of his drink. "Yeah, Kis got real mad after it. Well maybe she wasn't mad, she was upset. One thing you learn around here is that you never bring up people's pasts. El got worried, Kis kinda shut herself away in her room for awhile. Being a mutant sometimes means you lose everything. It was hard for all of us to start over, as you know. Also El and Kis were at WICKED together so their bond is like freakishly strong. You tell El something, you tell Kis, you hurt El, you hurt Kis and vise versa."

     Thomas shook his head. "Good to know that they're still fucking stupid in the future."

     "What?"

     "It isn't obvious?" Thomas asked as he shook his head. "They're head over heels in love with each other."

     Minho scrunched up his face in confusion. "Seriously you think that..." Realization dawned on him and his jaw dropped. "Oh my god they are!"

     "Just too stupid to admit it to each other."

     "Or too scared."

     "That too."

     Minho scoffed out a laugh. "So what? You get with Newt, Kis gets with El...at least tell me I get to kiss someone in this said future."

     "I feel like I shouldn't tell you everything, it's gonna freak you out."

     "So that's a no huh?"

     "Not necessarily."

     Minho wiped a fake tear from under his eye. "Poor me, alone for life."

     Thomas scoffed out a laugh. "Hey, is it wrong to try and get Kis and El together?"

     Minho shrugged. "Was it wrong to feel up Newt in the places that your future self knows he loves?"

     "Hey, I'm just using my knowledge to my advantage."

     Minho laughed at that. "When he finally lets you kiss him, he's gonna be shocked at how good you are at it. He might drop to his knees and propose."

     Thomas grinned. "That's the plan."

     Minho was quiet for a moment. "Do you think you will?"

     "Will what?"

     "Marry him?"

     Thomas almost choked. "What?"

     "Well you came back in time, literally risked everything for his safety. I mean, it seems to me you're pretty serious about him and you've been together for a while, or as you say." Minho tugged on his hair. "I don't know, maybe I'm starting to feel a little fuzzy, but I really want him to be happy. He's a fucking shit, but he deserves to be happy Thomas. I know you make him happy."

     "I don't know Minho," Thomas said honestly. This conversation got too deep and sad for a pub.

     Minho was glaring at Newt now who was still all tied up with Alby. "I think you need to get back at him."

     "Get back at him? How?"

     "Makeout with someone and make sure he sees."

     "I feel like that would just piss him off."

     "Or make him crazy possessive of you."

     Newt did hate sharing.

     "You know, you may be onto something."

     "The ideas I have usually are good."

     "Too bad Teresa isn't here, I know she's kinda still pissed at me, but I know she'd be down for it."

     Minho looked at his glass before leaning over the bar and refilling it. Alby was too tied up with Thomas' blonde boy to notice.

     "One sec," Minho said as he starting chugging his glass. "I need to be drunker for this."

     "What?"

     Before Thomas could put together a thought Minho was slamming the empty glass down and kissing Thomas with everything he had.

11:34 pm

     Newt was silent the entire ride back.

     He still followed Thomas to his room. As soon as Thomas shut the door behind them Newt shoved him, hard.

     "What the fuck Tommy?!' He hissed as he shoved Thomas' shoulders again.

     "Woah woah what?!" Thomas grabbed the fiery blonde's wrists to keep him from beating him.

     "What the bloody hell was all that shit about huh?"

     "What shit are you talking about?" Thomas feigned innocence. Of course he know what Newt was talking about, he made out with Minho in plain sight of him. Of course after Minho fake gagged and blamed Thomas for the "diseases" he was going to have to rid himself of later but Newt didn't need to know that.

     "You know exactly what you did." If looks could kill Thomas would be ten feet under.

     "How would you have noticed? You were pretty wrapped up in Alby."

     Newt practically growled, he'd never seen the boy look so angry. "Fuck off, that's none of your business."

     "I'm just confused," Thomas started. "You can kiss other boys but I can't? If you're not gonna kiss me Newt, I'm gonna have to find someone else to.." Thomas cut off as Newt shoved him roughly again.

     Thomas' knees hit the bed and he fell back onto it, catching himself on his elbows.

     "Would you stop pushing me?!"

     Thomas literally gasped when Newt climbed on top of him. Thomas' eyes widened comically large as Newt straddled his lap.

     Thank you Minho, thank you Minho, thank you, thank you, thank yo-

     Newt nudged Thomas' head aside and latched onto his neck. Thomas let his eyes flutter closed. If he wasn't so psyched about having Newt all over him, he would have been a little more aware of the pain from Newt practically biting his neck.

     "Shit," Thomas muttered as Newt bit down again before kissing over the spot.

     Newt pulled back and looked at him, he still looked pissed. "Don't fucking kiss Minho."

     Thomas' brain felt like putty. He didn't have any control of his words. He could only lay there like a dead fish and gape at the unfairly sexy boy on his lap right now. He was hard as hell and Newt definitely knew it. Thomas couldn't even feel embarrassed, he couldn't feel anything because his entire body just stopped working.

     "Tommy," Newt hissed out. "Do you understand?"

     Thomas was able to nod, it took a lot of willpower but he nodded.

     Newt nudged his head to the other side and continued his assault on his neck. Thomas knew he was going to have hickies the size of Texas in the morning but he couldn't bring himself to care.

     He grabbed Newt's hips as he bit down on the unmarked side of his neck. Newt had to stop wiggling or Thomas was going to die on the spot.

     Thomas flinched as pain shot up his neck.

     Newt stopped before pressing soft kisses over the sore skin. "You okay?" He whispered against Thomas' neck which sent shivers down his spine.

     Thomas nodded, not trusting his voice to form actual words.

     "Sorry," Newt said softly as he kissed the spot again. "Didn't mean to do it that hard."

     "K-kinda hot," Thomas stammered out in a broken voice.

     Newt pressed another soft kiss to the spot before climbing off Thomas and laying on the bed.

     Thomas just stayed on the bed, staring at the ceiling. His head was spinning, his thoughts filling up with nothing but Newt, Newt, Newt, Newt.

     His neck was still stinging from where Newt fucking attacked him and he was painfully awake downstairs.

     He laid there until he could hear Newt snoring and he had more control of his body. He got up and took his shirt off, he still felt too hot. When he was done he slid into the bed, being careful not to touch Newt.

     He was going to marry Minho in the morning.

March 12th 1998

10:15 am

     "I think it's as big as my fist," Kis said as she held her fist up to Thomas' neck.

     El laughed as she nodded her head. "It's pretty big."

     "And fucking dark too, is Newt a goddamn leech?" Kis asked as she kept inspecting the giant hickies on his neck.

     "Hey, I wasn't going to stop him."

     "Okay gross."

     "You're the ones looking." Thomas frowned as he pulled the collar of his shirt up higher.

     "Minho!" El exclaimed as she waved the buff boy over. He was passing by the hall with a bag of chips in his hands. "Come here!"

     Minho walked up to their little group. "Hey guys...how did last night go Thomas?"

     Thomas flushed as he saw Minho's eyes instantly drop down to his neck.

     "Oh fuck yeah!" Minho grinned as he raised his hand up for a high five. "Dude he totally marked you like fucking property."

     "He doesn't like to share."

     "Trust me, I'm aware."

     "Fuckin pounced on me as soon as we got back."

     Minho looked so proud of himself. "This outcome almost was worth me having to put your mouth on you."

     Thomas rolled his eyes. "Oh please, don't act like you didn't enjoy it."

     "I pretended you were Tom Cruise."

     "Wow that makes me feel so great."

     "You got fucking attacked by Newt, your confidence should be through the roof right now. You got claimed, Newt marked his goddamn territory."

     "Yeah I did."

     Thomas jumped as he turned around to see Newt standing behind him with his arms crossed.

     "Nice work Newt," Kis piped up as she motioned to Thomas' neck. He looked like he escaped an attempted assault.

     Newt scowled, looking unamused.

     Newt turned to Minho, his arms still crossed. "You."

     "Yes dear?"

     He pointed to Thomas. "Off limits."

     Minho put his hands up in surrender. "All yours my love."

     "That means no more kissing him."

     "Thanks I really needed that clarificato-"

     "Minho." Newt actually looked a little upset.

     Minho looked actually serious for once. "Newt. I got it."

     "As if those state sized hickies didn't get the message across," El said as Kis snickered.

     Newt just shrugged, seeming to be unbothered by their teasing.

     "Well I'm starving, anyone wanna get lunch?" Minho asked.

     Kis and El exchanged looks before shrugging and following the buff boy down the hallway.

     That left Thomas alone with Newt.

     "Hey," he said awkwardly.

     "If you liked Minho, you could have told me," Newt snapped.

     Thomas let out a long breath. "God Newt, you are such a fucking idiot sometimes."

    "Hey!"

     Thomas rolled his eyes. "I don't like Minho. I never liked Minho. Minho isn't allowed to sleep in my bed with me."

     Newt's eyes flickered to his neck. He reached over and gently ran his fingers along the dark red and purple marks. "It hurt?"

     "No."

     "Sorry. Didn't think it would be this bad. I didn't mean to bite that hard."

     "Do you hear me complaining?"

     "Still." Newt's eyes flicked up to meet his.

     "Am I allowed to ask what that was all about?"

     Newt huffed. "Who's the fucking idiot now?"

     "So insane burst of jealousy?"

     Newt's silence was answer enough.

     "You don't have to flirt with Alby," Thomas started as Newt continued gently caressing his neck. "I'll kiss you Newt, I'll hold your fucking hand and let you wear my clothes. You just have to let me."

     Newt's hand stilled. His voice came out soft. "You fuckin terrify me Tommy."

     Thomas smiled softly at him. "You don't have to be scared of me, I'm not the fucking vampire."

     Newt shoved him. "You're an asshole is what you are."

     "But you like me."

     "Sure."

     "Oh come on, if you didn't like me you wouldn't get uncontrollable bursts of jealousy and feel the need to attach to my neck like a leec-" Thomas cut off as Newt pushed him again.

     "Do you ever know when to shut up?"

     Thomas smirked. "I think you should shut me up."

     Newt rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "I think you should stop kissing my friends."

     "You know I only did that to get a rise out of you, seemed to work in my favor."

     "It was a stupid way to get my attention."

     "You were giving it all to Alby."

     "Who's the jealous one now?"

     "Still you."

     He noticed Newt was wearing his shirt again, it was kinda adorable. They definitely fit him better than the old ones that buried his small frame in fabric. It also made Thomas feel some sort of way that Newt was in his clothes.

     "How come you keep it going with him?" Thomas asked as he leaned against the wall. "He obviously just wants one thing from you."

     Newt shrugged.

     "Amazing answer, thank you so much! All my questions have been resulted due to that fantastic response."

     Newt frowned. "Well you don't have to be such a dick about it."

     Thomas sighed in frustration. "Well you can't be all over him then absolutely mark up my neck and then say we're nothing. It doesn't work like that Newt. You can't have both."

     "I know," Newt said softly.

     "Do you?"

     "Yes Tommy," Newt scoffed. "I'm not fucking stupid."

     "I never said you were. I just think you need to make up your mind. You can either have drunken hookups or a boyfriend, but I'm not going to compete with Alby."

     Newt was quiet as he looked down at the floor. His ears were slightly red, probably a mix of embarrassment and shock that Thomas called him out. When he looked back up at Thomas he looked so vulnerable and soft Thomas kinda wanted to scoop him up and hold him.

     "Can I still sleep with you tonight?"

     "Of course."