The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

Changing

Thomas:

"-pleeaaaseeeee!" Chuck bounced happily beside me, his chocolate brown eyes pleading.

I looked over at him, flicking his forehead lightly. "I'll see what I can do, Chuck. I got some stuff to do right now, so go see if you find Newt or somethin', yeah?"

Chuck frowned, though obliged, skipping happily over to the Track-Hoes to look for Newt.
Meanwhile, I walked over to a small gathering of roofed trees, a small shack sitting on one of the branches. I believed Newt called it a .. treehouse?
I counted the rungs as I climbed up the ladder. 16 rungs.
I peeked my head into the treehouse, checking to see if anybody was inside, before proceeding to shut the door, grabbing a shirt from a pile of clothes.

Just as my old shirt slipped over my head, the door swung open, Thomas walking in, while I was, basically, half naked.

He looked at me up and down, his eyes bulging out of his head, "Jesus Christ, shuckin' sorry," though he didn't stop looking at me.

I crossed my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow at him, "Something interesting, Thomas?"

"Oh- uh, ye-um I mean n-no?" He stammered, looking flustered.

"Do you mind getting out, Thomas?" I frowned at him, suddenly feeling self conscious.
I shrunk back further away from him, my back pressed up against the wooden planks of the walls.

"Oh, uh," he scanned me once more. Quite perv-ish if you asked me. "Yeah, sorry."

He slowly backed out of the treehouse, nearly falling over the edge, before climbing down the ladder, muttering things to himself.

"My God," I mumbled to myself. "Hormones."

I pulled another shirt over my head, climbing down the ladder and only walking a few paces just to find Thomas wanking off, his back leaning against a tree his head thrown back in pleasure. (Omf I'm sorry)

I pushed the thought out of my mind, turning on my heel, immediately walking in the other direction, though the image of him was still burned into my mind.

I rubbed my temple, really wishing I hadn't seen that horrendous sight. My walking soon moulded into a slow jog, but no matter how far I ran, the picture wouldn't leave my mind.

"Bloody hell, Tommy!" I heard Newt yell, obviously walking in on Thomas' wanking.

I snickered to myself, continuing to run until I had run a full circle around the Glade.
Unfortunately, that means I ran into Thomas. Literally ran into him.
He groaned, pulling up his pants as quickly as he could.

"My God, Thomas.." I slapped him lightly, "you suck at wanking off. You don't do it publicly."

He looked at the ground, his cheeks red, "Sorry." he mumbled, ashamed.

"That being said, never let me see you half naked again. The picture would not leave my mind."

He smirked at this, his blush fading, "I wouldn't mind seeing you half naked again, though."

"Shut up, Thomas."

Minho:

I cracked my eyes open to the first rays of sunlight, seeping through the window. I looked over to find the other side of the bed empty.
Assuming Minho had gotten up earlier, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, shuffling over to a heap of clothes, pulling out the least dirtiest one I could find, which was fairly clean. I pulled the old shirt over my head, throwing it somewhere in the room.