But I'm not good with directions and I hide behind my mouth,
I'm a pro at imperfections and I'm best friends with my doubt,
And now that my mind's out, and now I hear it clear and loud,
I'm thinking, "Wow, I probably should've stayed inside my house."
Twenty One Pilots - The Judge
Isn't it weird how you only notice something is missing when it vanishes from your life?
Thomas had stopped bothering him: he wouldn't touch him, flirt with him or sext him anymore. Newt always stared at him as if he expected him to do something. Had it become a habit? Or did he actually want Thomas? He wouldn't know. Everything confused him.
However, that talk didn't stop Thomas from liking him. He would always look at him with his eyebrows scrunched and sad eyes, ass if Newt had become nothing more than just a painful memory to him.
Their friendship wasn't the same anymore. They could barely talk or communicate. It was worse than fighting, because it was unreasonable. It was all messed up.
Newt tried to distract himself with Sean, but everything reminded him of that bloody brunet boy. He had thought that cutting out the physical contact would sort things out. He couldn't be more wrong.
"So, do I have to get you two stuck in an elevator and make you fuck - even though I don't really have to - so you can make up?" Minho casually asked on the way to third period.
"We didn't fight. We just talked."
"Said the boy who left his eye black during a great rough sex."
"For the last time, Minho, we did not have rough sex. That was a bloody accident." Accidents. That seemed to happen a lot between them. We kissed, oh but it was totally accidental. A blowjob? An accident. Spooning? Yep, another accident. A handjob? Obviously an accident.
"Alright, sorry, I believe you, man." He said not believing him at all.
The class was kind of full when they got there. They were obviously late, again. There was a seat in the back of the class and one beside the one and only Thomas.
"Don't worry, I'll leave you with two options." Minho said, for Newt's relief.
"Thank Go-"
"Either sit by his side or on top of him." Minho pushed him out of the way and rushed to the seat on the back of the room.
Motherfucker, he mouthed. Newt groaned and sat beside Thomas.
"Hi, Newt."
"Hey, Tommy." That was how they had been talking lately. It was horrible for both of them, now strangers with memories. "So..."
"So..."
"Have you done the homework?" Newt said quickly, his heart almost jumping out of his mouth, everything just to beat the best score of Newt-and-Thomas'-longest-awkward-conversation.
"Uh, no. How about you?" Thomas wanted to do the same.
"No. I mean, I wanted to, but I didn't." He was so focused on keeping it up that he simply forgot to keep the nonsense off. "Actually, no. I didn't want to."
Thomas chuckled forcedly. "Yeah, same." Then, the conversation died. "So..."
"So..."
"How's Sean?" He was so desperate to find something to talk about that he even brought that little shit up.
"He's uh... He's great. Sean is great at, uh, stuff. I mean, uh, fuck." Newt scratched the back of his neck. Oh God. "Uh..."
"Uh... I hope he still fucks you nicely." Great, Thomas.
"Thank you, uh, Tomm-Thomas." Oh. He noticed Newt's sudden change, which only made him feel like 250 times worse.
"Excuse me, am I bothering your conversation, Mr. Farewell and Mr. Longfell?" The teacher asked coldly.
"Not at all." Thomas said. "Keep going, sir."
"Do you think this is some kind of joke? Detention! Both of you! I want you in my class after last period."
What? Are you shitting me? Do they even have those in this school?
"Aw, come on! We weren't even talking." Newt groaned.
And obviously, Minho couldn't keep himself from saying, "Yeah, Mr. Calmdruj. Newt was only looking at Thomas' balls, you can't get detention because of that. Besides, detention is just another word for 'fucking in a classroom'. Which is hella rad, by the way." Everyone laughed while both Newt and Mr. Calmdruj went red.
"Detention to you three! I'm going to have some serious talk with your parents."
Now that is a joke. Minho almost laughed.
Newt glared at the boy, who only shrugged innocently.
The bell rang, meaning the class was over. "Don't forget to do the project. And as for you three," He pointed at the troublemakers. "See you after class."
"We'll be there, sir." Minho promised and ran off..
Thomas walked with Newt to chemistry, since they had it at the same time, and sat side by side without saying a single word during the way.
"So." They started again.
"So..."
"Were you really looking at my..." Thomas lowered his voice, embarrassed. "Balls?"
"No, no! Of course not! No! Jesus, no." Newt was being honest, but he was also acting nervous about it.
"Oh, okay." Thomas seemed rather disappointed. "Not that I wanted you looking at me." He lied.
"Yeah."
"Hey, babe." Unfortunately, the boyfriendfucker also had chemistry with them. Yup, the universe is officially against us. Sean sat on the seat in front of him and fortunately, not on Thomas' reserved seat - also known as Newt's lap. Even though they had talked about it, Thomas still felt jealous. Of course, nothing, not even the universe, could change what he felt for Newt. Sean leaned in and kissed Newt, who at first was surprised by the move, but ended up giving in. He then glanced at Thomas and noticed the boy staring at their lips with a broken look. Newt immediately pulled away as if that would protect Thomas from getting hurt.
"Yo! Thomas!" Brenda and Jorge quickly sat by his side.
"I see you've been fucking a lot lately." Jorge added and wiggled his eyebrows while glancing at Newt. The blond boy, who he was paying close attention to their conversation, and the brunet boy went red.
"Aww! Look at this pure child. It's in his eyes, he's been sucking a lot of dicks lately."
"Oh, shut up, you two!" Thomas groaned.
"Aww, he got mad! Do you need a kiss?" Jorge tried to kiss him, but Thomas pushed him away after glancing at Newt, just to check if he was looking.
Although it was just a joke, Newt felt the urge to yell at the whole world that Thomas was his. But then he remembered that it wasn't true.
"What he really needs is a dick up his ass." Brenda said.
"Oh my God." Thomas hid his face in his hands.
"I volunteer!" Jorge yelled. "I volunteer as tribute!"
"Fuck you two." Thomas blushed and looked at the board, as if he had decided to pay attention in class all of a sudden. But what he was really doing was occasionally look at Newt with the corner of his eyes.
Even though Newt had said he wasn't looking at Thomas' crotch part, the brunet boy spread his legs and turned a few centimeters to the other boy. Just in case. After he had made the question, Newt started to think about it. I'm just looking at his jeans. That's all. He even tried to convince himself he wasn't doing anything. It was hard to not look. That's when Thomas caught him doing the same thing and smirked at him, but quickly drew his attention back to the board, a smile shinning across his face. Newt couldn't even look at him after that, scared that he would notice any movements.
The rest of the day was the same: they didn't try to communicate or smile at each other. To make everyone's life a bit more complicated, they had detention. After last period, Newt went to Calmdruj's class where Thomas was sitting on a desk.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"Sit down, Mr. Farewell." Newt was so distracted by him that he didn't even notice Mr. Calmdruj there.
"Where's Minho?" Thomas mouthed, but Newt only shrugged as he sat down next to Thomas' desk, who smiled when he did.
The teacher noticed that the boy wasn't there, too. "Wait here. I'm going to find Mr. Greely." He pointed a finger at both of them. "And no screwing on my desk."
Newt couldn't hide a smirk. "We won't move a muscle."
He shook his head before leaving the classroom after Minho. Where is that motherfucker? The two boys liked each other, but things were too awkward between them. How would they even screw on a desk like that?
"Uh, so." Newt wanted to say everything, but that was all that came out of his mouth. Great start.
For some reason, Thomas wanted to ask him if he wanted to sit on his lap, just to hold him in his arms for a second to remember how it felt like. It seemed like it had been ages since they had touched each other. "What's up?"
"Well, we're in detention."
"Right, I almost forgot about that." Thomas fake-yawned to 'accidentally' touch him with his arm, but their desks were too far from each other, so he ended up giving up on trying. The blond boy silently cursed the distance between them.
"Yup." He was about to say another 'so', but gladly, Minho interrupted that.
"Hey, what are you two doing here?" He asked while playing with some keys he had - for a reason only God knew - in hands. "I thought I was going to find some gay porn around here."
"Detention, assbutt." Newt explained. "You were supposed to be here, too."
"That's not what I mean. I thought I would find you sitting on his dick." Minho winked at him. "You guys will thank me later for this." He walked out of the classroom and shut the door. Newt heard him locking it.
"Son of a bitch! Minho! Open the bloody door!" Newt ran to it and tried to open it. Locked.
"I want to see you guys making up. Or making out. No, actually, that would be disturbing." He heard his voice from behind the door. "Okay, I'm going to be generous here. You guys have my permission to fuck anywhere, just don't do it in my apartment. If I find cum on the floor I swear to- Shit! Calmdruj is on me." They heard his quick footsteps fading away.
Newt leaned against the door and sighed. "We're stuck in here. Bloody great." He sat on the floor and looked at the walls, trying to distract himself. With the corner of his eyes he saw Thomas walking from across the classroom and sitting next to him, their shoulders were touching while their backs were pressed against the door.
"So."
"So." They would spend a whole eternity there like that.
To break the ice, Thomas then suggested, "Maybe we should make out? Wait, I mean-"
"Okay." Newt nodded without realizing it. "I mean, make up." He quickly corrected himself.
"Oh, that doesn't sound bad either." There was a long awkward silence. Maybe making out would had been much better than that. They couldn't even make up because they weren't fighting. Everything was too awkward. "Uh, so."
"Yeah, uh..." He didn't know what to say. Apologizing wasn't going to do any good.
"I..." He chuckled and suddenly seemed to find all of the right words. "What happened to us, Newt?" The blond boy turned his head to stare at him. "Man, we can barely exchange two words, I miss talking to you, I miss being your friend. I'm tired of all this shit, can we please just go back to being friends?" He looked in his eyes and what Newt saw wasn't anything sexual. They were both tired of that fight. Every time they tried to be together, someone would get hurt. Thomas gently touched his arm with his hand. "Newt. Please." He pleaded. If I can't be yours and you can't be mine, then this is the closest we will ever get."
Newt wanted more than ever to hold his hand and lean his head on his shoulder. He wanted to be his even if it was for a short moment. But they both knew what those moments could do.
"Only if you help me beat Minho's sorry ass for locking us in here."
His lips formed a smile while he held Newt's pinky in his and said, "Deal."
...
It wasn't amazing, but it was better. They had started to text each other again, although there were still unsolved things that got between them. Nevertheless, that didn't stop them from talking. It was like nothing could.
"Who are you texting?" Sean asked as they studied History on Newt's bed - or at least that's what they were supposed to do, but Newt couldn't stop moving his thumbs over the screen, occasionally laughing. Sean thought it could maybe be Thomas and felt a bit of jealousy.
"No one." Newt lied, his eyes stuck on the screen, he smiled distractedly at it.
"Babe." Sean closed his book and started to kiss him.
"I'm kind of busy." Newt said, pulling away from the kiss. He then saw the dark look stamped on Sean's face and stopped typing to hold his hand. "Sean, sorry, I promise we can fuck later. It's a project for Chemistry, it's important." Yeah, okay. He doubted it.
"It's okay." Sean smiled and went back to his book. "Actually, it's not okay." The boy closed the book abruptly and took Newt's phone away. "Who are you talking to?" He tried to see the ID, but Newt kept jumping on him. "Let me see it! Newt!"
With some difficulty, the boy took it from his hands and looked at him with a judgmental look. "What the fuck, I can't even talk to my friends!"
"Newt, no, it's not-"
"It was just Tommy for fuck's sake!" Just Tommy. Strange how two words could affect him so much.
He shook his head. "You haven't phoned me in days! We only see each other because I decide to come here!"
"Sean, stop-"
"It's true! It's like you only want me when you need me."
Newt got up and walked towards him. "That's not true."
"Don't shitting deny it. It is true and you know it."
He then held his arms as Sean looked away. "I'm sorry, Sean. I didn't realize it." The other boy was silent for a moment. Newt studied his features and started to rub his thumb on his cheeks.
Sean sighed. "It's okay, I guess." The blond boy hugged him.
"You're right, it's not." He muffed on his shoulder. "Is there... Anything I could do?" With a smirk he kissed Sean.
"You're such a dirty player." Sean smiled and kissed him roughly.
"Yet, here you are."
"Shut up." Sean pushed him against the bed and started to unbuckle his pants. Maybe sex was all they needed. Things could be okay again. He managed to push Newt's pants away and kissed his chest. Newt was already moaning. Maybe sex was all he needed. That talk he had had with Thomas had made him feel better and stressed out at the same time.
"Jesus!" Newt gasped as Sean wrapped his mouth around him. "Holy fuck!" Sean smiled and started to suck him as hard as he could. "Harder! Tommy, harder!" Newt instantly realized his mistake because Sean stopped sucking.
"I fucking knew it." He got out of bed and walked towards the door.
"No, Sean. It's not like that!" Newt ran and got between him and the door.
"It's exactly like that! Do you really think I didn't notice the way you look at him?"
"We have history, but I swear it's over!" Newt desperately held his hands. "I know what I want."
"You just want me so you can forget him. Newt, you have no idea what you want!" They had started to yell again.
"Sean, please-"
"You were using me this whole time." He kept shaking his head. "Why?"
"I wasn't! I really like you!"
"But you don't like me as much as you like your Tommy." Sean said with bitter, making Newt go silent. "I can't take this anymore."
"Sean, don't you dare walk through that bloody door. It's not fair."
"I'm sorry, Newt. It's over." He pushed him away and opened the door. As soon as Newt heard the door closing again he let a scream escape his throat.
Feeling frustrated, he started to throw things at the floor, wanting to break something and cause damage to someone or something. As a human, he wanted to hurt someone just as much as they had hurt him. He was angry, throwing things on the floor between gritted teeth. But not at Sean or Thomas. Newt was angry at himself for letting all of that crap happen. The boy was messing his room up, showing exactly how he was feeling from the inside. Fucked up.
It wasn't his room's fault that it had all happened, so he stopped messing it up even more. Newt sat in the middle of his mess, exhausted. He realized he only had himself to blame. Throwing things at the floor wouldn't make him look less fucked up.
Sean was right. Newt was just using him to forget Thomas. It had gotten to the point he would fuck up other people's lives. He didn't even bother on putting his pants back on.
Something started to vibrate underneath him. With his hand he searched for it and found his phone.
"Hey, what's up?" It was Thomas.
"Hey." Thomas noticed something was wrong in his voice.
"Wanna hang out? Minho said he was going to spend the day with Jenny and Alby with his new girlfriend, I don't know."
"I can't." He lied. "I'm busy doing this project for tomorrow."
Something is up, Thomas concluded. "Okay, see you later then."
Half-naked-Newt hung up and searched for a cigarette in his school bag. He crawled to the bathroom and lighted it.
"Newt?" He heard his mother knocking on the door. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just going to take a shower." He said.
She went away doubtful and left him there in his own mess.
Soon, she was knocking again.
"Mom, I'm fine!" He yelled.
The door opened, but Newt didn't bother to move. He just kept smoking. Whatever.
"Newt?" It wasn't his mother. It was his Tommy. "Newt, are you here?" The room was messy, but Newt wasn't there. Thomas walked to the bathroom just to see the boy smoking half-naked on the floor. "Newt." He said in relief, but his expression changed quickly. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Fucking a zebra in the ass." He laughed at his terrible joke. "Isn't it obvious?"
Thomas took his cigarette away. "What happened here?"
"I got bloody mad. That's all."
"Mad at what?"
Nonetheless, Newt didn't answer. He just played with his own shirt and simply asked, "What are you doing here, Tommy?"
"Taking care of you."
"You can't take care of me."
Thomas ignored that. "Come on. I'll get you some clean clothes."
"Are these too dirty? I didn't even have sex this week. Lack of sex. Wow, never thought it would happen to me."
"Newt, I haven't had sex since forever."
"You know what we should do?"
"What?" Thomas asked as he searched for new clothes in his wardrobe.
"We should go to those gay bars and have plenty of gay sex with gay strangers."
"Alright, just take a shower and then we can go." Thomas threw the clothes at him.
After groaning, Newt took his shirt off, staying completely naked. Thomas couldn't help, but stare at him, as always.
"Thirsty hoe." Newt said and turned the shower on. "Do you need a shower too or what?"
"No, uh, I'm clean."
"Are you?"
Thomas cleared his throat. "I'm, uh, going to clean your room. If you need me, just call me."
It was messier than Thomas' old room. Everything was on the floor. He sighed, but cleaned it anyway. The boy tried his best, but hey, he sucked at that, too. It was better than before, though.
"Why were you mad, Newt?" He tried again.
"I don't know." He heard the blond answering. Thomas knew he was lying, but didn't push him further. "Hey, Tommy, you've never had gay sex, have you?"
"No."
"So you're like a gay virgin." Newt turned the shower off.
"A gay virgin? Is that what you're gonna call me now?"
Newt leaned against the door's jamb with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Did I hurt your feelings, Tommy?"
"Dress up."
"What are you doing anyway?"
"Cleaning up your-"
"That's not what I meant."
Thomas stopped organizing Newt's clothes to look at him. "I'm just being a good friend."
"You don't have to. You could just walk away through that door." Like you did so many times.
"I don't want to. Someone's got to look after my Newtie." His lips tried to form a smile, but it looked more like a frown. "Come on, dress up."
Newt walked back to the bathroom and took a look at the clothes. Sweatpants and a v neck shirt. Such a teaser.
"Hey, so I know this gay pub. It's not far from here. We could walk." He went back to his room.
"Newt." Thomas looked at him up and down.
"What?"
"Maybe we shouldn't go out."
"Why not?"
"You're tired. I don't know what happened that sucked all the energy you had, but I know that you just want to drink to forget whatever is bothering you. And I'm not gonna let you do that to yourself."
"So what, you're going to make me sleep?"
"I'm just going to make you stay in your room."
"By having a sex marathon with a shitload of different positions?"
"I actually thought of something different, but thinking about it now, it doesn't sound like a bad idea."
"Shut up, gay virgin." Newt jumped on his own bed and made himself comfortable. "So what do you have in mind for our night together, Tommy?"
"I don't know, I like the idea of different positions. I could start off with a handjob." Newt glared at him playfully. "Kidding. Where's your laptop?"
And so, they spent the rest of the day watching movies in Newt's bed with no fucking or teasing. Just the fact that they were together was good enough for that moment.
"I would fuck Dave." Newt said in the middle of 'The first time'.
"He is not even that hot." Thomas argued. They were both sitting on the bed, their eyes on the screen of the laptop, their shoulders against each other.
"What are you talking about? Look at those adorable eyes."
"He has a nice ass." Thomas admitted. "Still, I wouldn't fuck him against a wall."
"That's because you're a gay virgin. Gay sex is different from straight sex."
"Stop calling me that."
"Make me." Newt teased.
"Alright, I'll start calling you... The gay one." Thomas remembered his first day at school when Chuck had introduced him to the popular squad.
"You can't call me that. That would make you ungay."
"Okay, then I'll call you the-one-who-calls-me-Tommy."
Newt tilted his head and looked at him. "You suck at nicknames, Tommy."
"You suck everyone's dicks."
"True." Newt agreed.
"Alright then I'll stick with Newtie then."
"I like Newtie." Newt yawned.
I like Newtie, too.
"Can we watch the rest tomorrow?" Thomas asked, feeling tired.
"Yeah." Newt said, his eyes nearly closed.
Thomas closed the laptop and put it away. Newt instantly rested his head on Thomas' shoulder.
"Newtie." Thomas put his head on top of Newt's and wrapped an arm around him. "You might not want to admit, but you need me. And I will always look after you." Thomas kissed his head.
"You're a bloody idiot then."
"That's my job, right?"
Newt chose not to answer him. Instead, he only said before closing his eyes and going to sleep, "Goodnight, Tommy."
"Goodnight, cocksucker."
...
They woke up together and acted normal about it as if it was no big deal. Just two friends in a sleepover. Maybe it was what it was.
"Hey, condom guy." Newt greeted him as if they had waken up after sex.
They went to school like two normal kids. The boys had turned out to be what they were before all of that. Whatever it was, it felt good. Maybe they weren't supposed to end up together.
That until they bumped into Minho. "Oh, Thomas! Newt!" He smiled and Newt prepared himself to what was coming. "How was last night? I didn't see you getting home."
"For the last fucking time, we didn't fuck."
"Tommy is a gay virgin." Newt told him.
"Not for long." Minho looked over at Newt. "Hey, can I talk to you?"
After rolling his eyes, Newt nodded and went with him to the lockers room, empty at that time. "What?"
"Are you two a thing or are you still with Sean?" Minho asked what everyone wanted to know.
Both were lies, but for some reason Newt didn't want anyone to know about their break up. "Still with Sean."
"Man, you still have feelings for Thomas, don't you?" Newt just looked away. "Does Sean know about it?"
"What if I do? That doesn't mean I will break up with him right away." Why am I lying?
"You have to! Newt, Sean deserves to know the truth."
He had started to get desperate. "It won't happen, okay?"
"I wouldn't be so sure." Minho handed him his phone. "Watch this."
At first he was confused, but then he realized Minho was trying to show him a video.
He clicked play.
"God, I knew I should have massaged his balls!"
Oh God, Newt thought as he saw himself watching a drunk Thomas.
"Whose balls?" He heard Minho's voice.
"Newt's. I miss seeing his smile." He then added. "And his ass. Everything about him is so fucking perfect."
Newt looked over at Minho, wanting some explanation, but Minho only told him to keep watching it.
"Explain yourself better."
"Like, I don't know." Thomas moved his hands in the air, confused. "I look at him and I want to fuck him, but at the same time I want to cuddle with him because he's the cutest thing ever."
Oh my God.
"What about his ass?"
"I want to squeeze his cute little ass. I do that all the time and I know he loves it."
Newt felt his heart skipping a beat.
"What else?"
"I just want him to be mine because he already knows I'm his. I love when he holds my hand like it's the most precious thing. His fingers fit perfectly between mine. Minho." He inhaled deeply.
Newt couldn't help, but smile. He felt exactly the same.
"Yeah?"
"I think I like him."
"You think?" Minho chuckled. "Congrats, Thomas. You're the last one to find out."
"No, but really like him. I like him so fucking much that whenever I see him with that motherfucker my heart aches so bad. You know what I'm saying?"
And then the video ended.
"Do you still have doubts about it?" Minho asked him.
"It can't happen." Newt said. "It's not supposed to happen. We tried, Minho! We did, but we were just hurting each other."
"Hurting is supposed to happen when you love someone! It's all part of the process, you idiot!"
That video hadn't cleared his mind, it had actually confused him even more.
"I don't know, Minho."
"Yes, you do. You have to break up with Sean, it's not fair to him."
"Stop." Newt looked away.
"You can't avoid this forever."
Newt sighed. "I know."
Minho patted him on the shoulder and lowered his voice. "I'm throwing a party at my place tonight, you coming?"
"I'll think about it later."
"Alright. See you around, Newt." Minho left him alone with his thoughts.
The first thing he wondered was why he couldn't tell his friends about the break up. Why am I lying to them about this? It wasn't even a big deal, in other words, it wasn't the start of a relationship between him and Thomas.
Maybe that was it. He didn't want to start a new relationship. But why?
Fear. That could only be the answer. Newt was afraid that if he told them all about the break up, he and Thomas would try something, and it was almost as if he knew it wouldn't work out. They would have to go through everything again. Telling them about was the same thing as exploding a bomb.
If they tried, they could lose their friendship and Newt couldn't live without Thomas. Being his friend never felt like enough, but if dating each other meant ruining their relationship, it wasn't worth the risk.
...
Jenny groaned as soon as she got to the apartment. Ugh, cramps. She had a tampon in her purse, but she would have to buy more soon. That's when Minho called.
"Hey, beautiful." He said.
"What is it?" It came out rude, but it wasn't her fault she wasn't having a good day.
"What happened?" He asked worried and a bit hurt.
"I'm on my period. Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."
"Period as in there's blood coming out from your pussy?" Minho sounded scared.
"Yeah, something like that."
There was a long silence as Minho took all the information in. "So, are you losing blood? Isn't that dangerous?"
"Minho, it's not blood from the veins. It's an egg that comes from the ovaries."
"An egg?!"
"Never mind, forget about the egg."
"So... Does it hurt?" He looked like a child asking about where my babies come from.
"Like hell." Jenny said.
"And you have to go through that every month? How?"
"I manage to. We all do." Jenny smiled at how cute and innocent Minho actually was. "Min, I gotta buy more tampons before I run out of them. See you later." She hung up before he could ask what tampons were.
Jenny went to a near drugstore and bought some tampons with the money she had gotten a week before. Payday. That had always been her favorite days until she met Minho. Seeing him was what made her day. His smile made her week and his touch made her month.
When she got back to the apartment, the girl laid down on the couch and closed her eyes, as if hoping the pain would go away. All of a sudden, the door started to open. It's probably Minho.
Jenny opened one eye just to check. She was right. There was her little goofball. He was carrying some plastic bags. "Hey." She greeted with a smile. "What are those?"
"I'm not really sure." Minho closed the door and kneeled next to her. He opened the plastic bags just to reveal tampons, heating pads, painkillers and all sorts of things. "I asked the cashier for help, but she only laughed at me so I got all of those."
Aww. She smiled at his cuteness, but quickly frowned as she felt the cramps hitting her again.
"I bought the wrong ones, didn't I? God, I knew I should have bought the blue ones!"
"Come here." She told him. He approached his face and she kissed him. "You're so adorable. I love you."
"Is it still hurting?" Minho asked, his eyebrows scrunched showing how much he was worried.
"Not as much as before." Jenny was pressing the heating pad against her chest. "I can't believe you bought all of those."
"What was I gonna do? You're bleeding to death!" Minho held her hand and kissed her fingers softly. "Should I make some tea for my queen?"
"Later. Just stay here with me."
Minho carefully laid underneath Jenny and wrapped his arms around her. "Alright, anything for my queen."
...
The party was at ten. It was basically just Minho, Jenny, Newt, Thomas, Gally, Brenda, Jorge - Thomas had convinced Minho to invite them - two guys from the basketball team, Alby and his girlfriend. Plus a bunch of beer.
"Newt, where's Sean?" Minho was the one who had asked him.
"He couldn't come." He answered shortly.
"Kay." Minho smirked as he handed Newt a red plastic cup. He went away with his eyes on Newt.
"What was that about?" Thomas walked to him when he saw Minho's eyes on him.
"Nothing that matters. What's up, Tommy?"
"We still have to finish 'The first time'."
"We still have to take you to a gay club and unvirgin you."
"I'm not a virgin for fuck's sake!" Thomas yelled a bit too loud.
"Prove it."
Thomas aggressively took Newt's cup and put it on the counter. They were alone in the kitchen. He pushed Newt against the fridge and looked in his eyes. "I could prove you wrong right now, but I don't think Minho would want to find us fucking in his kitchen." He pressed his body against Newt's.
"Since when do you follow his rules?" Newt asked.
"I'm following yours." Thomas said and let go of him. He took Newt's cup and went back to the living room. Brenda then came in with a cup in hand. You could say it was her first time drinking. She already looked wasted like hell.
"Hey." Newt greeted.
"Were you two fucking?" She asked and put the cup on the counter.
"Why does everyone ask that? No, we weren't."
Brenda chuckled. "Why do you get to fuck all the gays you want and I can't even kiss a girl?"
"What?" He had no idea what she was talking about.
"Nothing." She rested her arms on the counter. "Sorry, I'm just drunk."
Newt noticed the white scars on her wrists - something he thought he would never see again. "Have you ever been bullied for being gay?" He asked her.
"Is it that obvious? I mean, you can be gay all you want and people still think you're cool. But me?" She shook her head.
"I didn't know you were bullied. I thought they didn't do that anymore."
"Well, they do."
Newt abruptly put his foot on the counter and pushed his jeans up, revealing a white scar on his ankle. "I used to be bullied too. I once tried to jump from a building, but those guys got me in time. I had to do some sort of surgery so it's practically invisible."
"But it's there."
"Yeah." Newt said. "Look, Brenda, people are shit and they will want to treat you like one."
"How did they stop?"
"I don't know. I guess when Minho got in the basketball team everything just changed. Alby wasn't bullied for being smart, I wasn't bullied for being gay. Everything just bloody changed out of fucking nowhere. They just got used to the idea of us being like that." Newt knew people only treated them like kings because of the parties and shit.
"I hate people."
"That is something we can agree on." He hadn't helped her at all. But there was something being built around them, some kind of friendship.
"Hey." It was Thomas. They both looked at him. "Are you two gays going to flirt all night or what?"
"Nah, he's all yours." Brenda said as they three went to the living room. It was chaotic. Everyone was drinking and yelling. But it was fun.
Jorge and Minho were both singing the same song - something no one could identify what it was.
"Woohoo! Brenda! Sing with us! I just found out I don't suck at something!"
"Yeah, I can see that."
While that happened, Alby and his girlfriend were almost naked fucking each other, but Minho was too busy to notice. Gally and the other boys were laughing at some joke Jenny had said. They were all drunk.
"Man! That's gross!" Newt told Alby. "Don't fuck in the presence of gay virgins!" He pushed Alby away from her.
"Stop calling me that, cocksukcer!"
"Make me."
"Wow! Let's leave the sexual tension to Truth or Dare." Minho made them stop.
"Truth or dare!" Gally clapped his hands. "Can we play that?"
"Okay! I'll start!" Jorge cheered. "How do I play this?"
"Let me start, you don't even know how to play it." Gally said and grinned. "Alright. I dare Jorge to make out with Thomas."
"I'm not even gay!"
"That's not what you said last night!" Thomas said as he walked to him. "Alright, now I'm going to kiss you real good and if you like it you get to have ten minutes in heaven with me."
Newt felt a bit of jealousy, even thought he knew they were joking... Right?
Thomas held Jorge's face in his hands while Brenda recorded everything. He pushed his face closer and kissed him. Jorge instantly kissed him back. When he pulled away, he said. "I'm hella gay!"
"That is called lack of sexual activity!" Brenda told him.
"Shut up!" He sat down next to her. "Alright, my turn. Alby, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to drink a whole can of beer in thirty seconds." Newt and Minho looked at each other, worried.
"Easy." He opened a can of beer and drank it in 26 seconds.
"Bro, you should take it easy." Minho told him.
"Suck my ass. Stop ruining all the fun, cockblocker."
"Yeah, cockblocker!" Gally yelled. "Boo!"
"Okay, okay!" He raised his hands in the air and went back to his place.
"My turn!" Alby grinned. "Minho, truth or dare?"
"Pfft, dare."
Alby smiled evilly. "I dare you to have a threesome with Thomas and Newt."
The boys stared at each other, not wanting to do it.
"But I'm not even gay!" Alby looked at him and questioned his sanity. "Okay, maybe I'm a little gay."
"Just do it, cockblocker!" Gally yelled. Minho wanted to punch him, but he controlled himself. He didn't even know why he invited that dude if he hated him so much.
"Alright, where's Newt my motherfucker?" He turned around and found him sitting on the floor. "Get up." Suddenly, Minho pushed Newt against the wall and started to kiss him. Thomas tried his best not to throw a bottle of vodka at him. Minho looked at Thomas and saw his expression, because he started to brush himself against Newt.
"Man! You're hella gay!" Jorge said.
Minho left a drunk Newt standing there and walked to the couch, where Thomas was sitting.
Oh no. Thomas thought as soon as he saw his predator in front of him.
"I'll fuck you really nice, Tommy." Everyone felt Newt tensioning up and going red, but he didn't do anything other than growl like a dog. Minho connected their lips together and started to suck his neck.
Newt couldn't take it anymore. He aggressively pushed Minho away and made himself some space on Thomas' lap. Newt put each leg on each side. He pulled Thomas closer by his shirt and collided their lips together. He didn't realize how hungry he was until he tasted his lips again. Thomas wrapped his arms around Newt and pulled him even closer, wanting to decrease the gap between them. Newt moaned in his mouth and moved his hands to his face. They pulled away just one second to breathe and Newt was already on his neck, leaving hickey marks everywhere. Thomas suddenly pushed him against the floor, falling on top of Newt. They kept kissing as if the change of background didn't even matter. Newt took control of the situation by climbing on top of him. The blond boy started to straddle him, making him moan.
My work is done here. Minho proudly looked at the two boys nearly fucking in his living room.
"Wow, guys!" Jenny said. "It was supposed to be a threesome!"
With his hands on Thomas' shoulder, Newt looked up innocently at Jenny. "Oh." It was as if they had forgotten they weren't alone. Smirking, he got off Thomas and helped him get up.
"Jesus fucking Christ." Jorge muttered. "I can't believe I just watched gay porn."
"Alright, who's next?"
They played until four am. There weren't any more threesomes, just a lot of kissing. When most of them got tired, they started to reserve places to sleep in.
"I'll stay with the couch!" Gally said.
"Aw, man!" Alby complained. "I wanted the couch."
Gally sticked his tongue out.
"The counter is mine!" Jorge yelled.
"I said it first!" Brenda ran to the kitchen.
In the middle of the chaos, Thomas called Newt. "Hey, I got two spaces in my bed, if you want."
"Thanks, Tommy." Both of them went to Thomas' room and laid down on the bed. They had their bodies turned to the ceiling in an awkward position.
"Uh, goodnight, Newtie."
"Goodnight, Tommy."
They remained in silence, but didn't close their eyes. Neither of them were tired.
"So." Thomas started. "Do you want to watch 'The first time'?"
Newt sighed in relief, knowing for sure he wasn't the only one. "Sure."
Thomas got Minho's laptop and wrapped an arm around Newt, the same position as the night before. Newt rested his head on his shoulder as they started to make the same sarcastic comments.
"Where did we stop, gay virgin?"
"When they were about to fuck, Newtie."
"So you gave up on cocksucker." Newt pointed out.
"I don't know. I just really like Newtie."
"I like Tommy, too." Newt said drunkly.
Thomas smiled as Newt snuggled his head against his neck. With his arm, the brunet boy pulled him closer to his chest. And so, they lived the perfect moment between the sheets just by watching a movie. Simple as that.
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OKAY SO I don't know if you prefer top Newt or top Thomas so I'll make sure you get a bit of both.
ITS 6 AM I SHOULD PROBABLY GO TO SLEEP, I ACCIDENTALLY SPENT THREE HOURS WRITING NEWTMAS SMUT, it's kind of long by the way, so I'm not sure if it's good, but you guys will see it hehe.
btw I CAN'T WAIT to update next chapter ;)
see you next week xx
(I hope wattpad posts this as public, because he keeps posting it as private and I have no idea what I did wrong, it's already on Mature)