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chapter x

"Aren't you gonna get cold?" Tiago asked quietly, subconsciously shifting closer to the blond. Newt shook his head, looking out across the camp again. Tiago scoffed and finally moved all the way across the rock to press himself against Newt. He felt the blond relax slightly, and when Tiago grabbed his hand and clutched it between his own, he felt Newt lean on him a little more. Tiago gave a small smile of satisfaction. "Liar," he murmured, boldly moving to press his lips into Newt's hair.

Thomas interrupted their little moment by asking for Teresa's whereabouts. Newt answered, pointing behind him to another higher ridge, more of a flat plateau, where Teresa was standing. She was looking out across the landscape. Thomas left to see what she was doing, leaving the other four boys sitting there. After another ten or so minutes, Frypan started to complain about an empty stomach, so he and Minho left to find some food, leaving Newt and Tiago sitting on the ridge alone.

"You looked upset before," Newt said when a few minutes of silence had passed between them. Tiago turned his head to meet the blond's gaze, a confused frown adorning his features. "After you talked to your mum."

"Ah." Tiago glanced down at the ground, the memory of his mother's words still fresh in his mind. He frowned. "Did ... Was she angry?" he asked cautiously. "I mean, did you see her? Did she look mad?"

Newt shrugged, his eyes on Tiago. "I mean, I don't really know her, so I couldn't say. I don't think she was angry ..." He trailed off when he saw Tiago's shoulders tense slightly. Newt was hesitant when he reached his hand out. He set it on Tiago's shoulder as lightly as possible. He felt Tiago lean into the touch ever so slightly, so he deemed it safe to stay there. "Did you fight?"

Tiago nodded. "I don't know what the hell she expected to hear from me," he ground out, his tone clipped. "It was like she wanted me to be happy to see her again. And maybe I would've been, if she hadn't―" He cut himself off; it was an automatic defense he'd picked up over the years because he was told he overshared when he was younger.

"You don't have to tell me," Newt said quietly. "As long as you're not upset anymore."

Tiago turned to look at the blond, a smile forming on his lips.

"You really do care about people and their feelings, huh?"

"I care about you," Newt said before he could stop himself. His eyes widened when he realized what he'd said, and he went to fix himself, but found Tiago's lips on his before he could. It was quick. Newt had only just processed that they were kissing and then Tiago was pulling away. Newt scowled, turning his face away from the brunet. He heard Tiago chuckle. "I don't think it's fair for you to keep kissing me mid-sentence," Newt grumbled.

"Why not?" Newt didn't answer, which only made Tiago laugh more. He wrapped his arm around Newt's shoulders and pulled the blond into his chest. Newt almost tried to push away from him, but Tiago was warm so he figured it wouldn't hurt if he went along with it. "Looks to me like you liked it."

Newt huffed in response. He could feel the smile on Tiago's face when the older boy tilted his head down to kiss his cheek. He kept his lips there for a few beats, then pressed another lingering kiss there before moving down, trailing his lips to Newt's neck. Newt let out a small noise of surprise, but made no effort to stop Tiago as he kissed his neck. He even tilted his head upwards slightly to give Tiago easier access. He moved his hand to the back of Tiago's head, threading his fingers through the dark hair. When Tiago starting sucking, Newt yanked on his hair lightly, pulling the boy up for a proper kiss. Tiago let out a low sound of approval, which made Newt smirk as he pulled away.