strings // newtmas au

first date

    "Uh Newt," Thomas said as he nudged him toward the screen. The screen had pink borders on it and it was zoomed out enough to show almost their whole bodies sitting in the seat.

    Newt snorted out a laugh. "I planned on doing this later but now works too." Then Newt was putting his free hand on his face and leaning over and Thomas felt like he was going to throw up, but then Newt's mouth was on his and he was on cloud 9.

    Newt was right, he barely felt the piece of metal against his lips, maybe he was just too focused on the fact that Newt was kissing him to notice. It was over before Thomas knew it, he felt a little dazed but Newt was smiling.

    "Kiss cam," Newt said as he gently patted Thomas cheek and sat fully back in his seat.

    "Can you still do it later?" Thomas asked softly, more muttering it to himself than to Newt.

    Of course the blonde boy heard him. "If you pass my cat test I'll kiss ya properly Tommy."

    "You're gonna be the death of me," Thomas said as he slumped down a little more in his seat.

    "If that killed ya Tommy, just wait til I finally get you in bed."

    Thomas yanked his shirt over his face.

    When the game finally ended, their team ended up losing which Newt responded to with a string of "bloody bastards can't even score in a net if it was wide open and in front of them".

    Thomas tried to pay attention but that stupid one second kiss he had with Newt was taking over his every thought. When they got back into the car Thomas texted Rose a gif of a guy fanning himself and fainting, he through that summed up his date pretty well.

    "We'll leave in a sec," Newt said as he picked up his phone dialed out a phone number. "Hey Min...Yes, I'm on my way back. Can you put Blink and Bo in my room...No I'm not going to fuck Thomas in front of the cats...Minho!...I'm sorry you did what?!..." Newt massaged the bridge of his nose before sighing quite loudly. "Well did you fix it?...Why do you assume I know everything?...Yes I'm mad!...I'll deal with it later, goodbye!" Newt dropped his phone in his lap and shook his head.

    "Everything okay?"

    "Fucking idiot cannot handle himself alone for a day."

   Thomas stifled a laugh. "What did he do?"

    "He thought it was okay to put all of his three weeks worth of dirty clothes into the washing machine, which is already ten years old, and put it on the highest setting."

    Thomas frowned. "Does that mean you're taking me home?"

    "No you can come as long as you don't intervene when I beat the shit out of Minho."

    "Okay." Thomas smiled softly at him.

    Newt put his hand on his knee as he drove this time and it was so fucking distracting Thomas could barely play cool.

    Newt was humming to the song playing as they drove. Thomas decided that he liked being in the car with Newt, or maybe he just liked Newt in general. For some reason he wanted to hear Newt sing more than ever. He didn't sing in any of WICKED's song and he didn't even have a microphone at the shows. He was either really insecure about it or he was actually just not good but Thomas highly doubted it was the later.

    When Newt pulled into his driveway it was getting late. It was dark outside when they walked into the house, Newt held his hand as they walked. As soon as they got into the house, Minho came out of nowhere and practically jumped on Newt.