strings // newtmas au

first date

    "My love, you've returned!"

    Newt dropped Thomas' hand to shove the boy off. "Don't 'my love' me you know what you did."

    "How was I supposed to know the laundry machine would blow up!"

    "Because you're twenty three years old!" Newt snapped. "You should know how to use a fuckin washing machine."

    Minho turned to Thomas. "I think Newt's upset with me."

    Thomas stifled his laugh.

    Newt peered down the hallway, almost having an aneurysm when he did. "MINHO!"

    Minho cringed as he looked at Thomas again. "Yeah, I'm in trouble."

    "YOU DIDN'T EVEN CLEAN UP THE WATER?!"

    Newt pulled at his hair as he slammed the closet door open and pulled out a handful of towels. He thrust them in Minho's arms and frowned.

    "This is your job, I might not murder you in your sleep tonight if you clean it up now."

    Minho saluted, dropping towels on the carpet as he did no. "Aye aye captain."

    "If it's not cleaned up by the time I'm out, I'm going to call Teresa and tell her that I have an open spot in the house."

    Minho dramatically gasped. "You wouldn't give her  my room!"

    Newt rolled his eyes and took Thomas' hand. "I'm serious Minho."

    Minho frowned as he watched Newt drag Thomas towards his room. "Hey no fair, you're gonna fuck without me."

    Newt held his middle finger up as he retreated into his room with Thomas. He shut the door behind him. Thomas was about to ask if he was okay, but Newt's entire body language changed. His eyes lit up as he walked past Thomas and scooped something up from his bed.

    "Hi baby," Newt said softly. Thomas realized he was holding his cat.

    Newt was practically cradling the thing in his arms, Thomas throught his heart was going to explode. Newt was looking at the animal which such a loving expression, he almost doubted that he was the same boy who was screaming at Minho literally a minute before.

    As Newt attacked the cat with kisses Thomas looked around his room. It resembled the basement with how many posters were on the wall. He had an acoustic guitar on a stand in the corner and his bedspread was black. There was a desk with a spinning chair that was covered in crumbled papers. Being honest, it was exactly what he expected from Newt.

    "You can pet him," Newt said as he walked toward Thomas, the cat still cradled in his arms.

    Blink was definitely Newt's favorite cat, no matter what he said. The way he was holding him like a newborn baby proved so.

    Thomas scratched the cat's head, smiling when he started purring.

    Newt stepped back and sat on the bed, letting Blink sit on his lap.

    "They're both really loving," Newt said as the cat rubbed his nose on Newt's arm. "They're just a little shy."

    Thomas sat next to him, watching the cat sniff Newt.

    The other cat jumped onto the bed then, seemingly coming out of nowhere.

    Newt's face lit up again. "There's Bo."

    Thomas reached his hand out and let him sniff his hand. The cat did a few times before rubbing his head on his hand.

    "They're so cute."

    "I know." Newt was grinning as he pet the cat who was sitting on his lap. "They totally like me better than Minho."

    "Something me and your cats have in common."

   "You better like me more."

    "Alright," Newt said as he lifted Blink off his lap and placed him on the ground. The cat meowed disapprovingly. "Hey don't gimmie that." Newt frowned at the little cat. "I have a cute boy to kiss, you're not supossed to cockblack me."

    Bo jumped down, following his brother.

    Newt shook his head. "Kids."

    Then he was leaning over and kissing Thomas and it was better than at the arena because no one was watching them. Newt kissed him a few times, keeping his hand on the side of his face to steady himself.

    "How slow is slow?" Newt whispered as he pulled back and bumped noses with him.

    Thomas didn't trust his mouth to work so he just shrugged.

    Newt pursed his lips. "You down to makeout?"

   Thomas almost choked but managed to squeak out a "yup".

    Newt smiled and stood up before adjusting and sitting on Thomas' lap. Thomas' eyes widened as he looked up at the blonde boy.

    "You okay?" Newt asked as he cocked his head.

    "Better than okay."

    Newt smiled and kissed him again. Thomas let himself put his hands on Newt's hips and Newt cupped his face with both hands. Newt definitely had practice with kissing, the way he was licking into Thomas' mouth was making his stomach twist and the way he ran his hand down his chest made his head feel fuzzy. It was getting good when the door slammed open.

     "Newt the washin...oh my gOD ew gross."

    Newt turned around so fast he almost fell off Thomas' lap.

    "Minho I'm going to fucking  kill you."

    The buff boy put his hands up in surrender as he slowly backed out of the room.

    Newt sighed as he rested his forehead against Thomas'. "Next time we makeout, it's gonna be at your place."

    Thomas nodded in agreement, but the only thing his brain could think about was "next time".