Going...home? (TW/AA)

Old Sparks, New Flame (11)

A/N
So you're telling me that not only do we get the Crank Palace but we're also getting another Maze Runner ✋

Disclaimer:
I obviously don't own any rights to The Maze Runner or it's characters.

Mitch stood staring at the Brit, dumbfounded. Newt scratched the back of his neck awkwardly before clearing his throat.

"Hey Mitchy." He said sheepishly, using the old nickname he had made for Mitch on a previous mission. Mitch just stared at Newt, unable to form any words. Eventually he cleared his throat and shifted awkwardly on his feet, averting his eyes to look anywhere but at the man stood in front of him, the cream coloured walls suddenly becoming the most interesting thing in the room. The silence seemed to stretch on forever, neither of them sure what to say.

Newt rolled his eyes before taking the reigns, normally Mitch was always the one to make the first move but the man in question seemed to be shell-shocked. There was only one thing Newt knew he could do that would snap him out of his current state.

He took two decisive steps forwards so that he was stood directly in front of Mitch, he glanced up at him though his long lashes and saw a stormy sea of emotions in Mitch's whiskey brown eyes. (A/N I know that in real life TBS is taller than DOB but it makes more sense for this fic for DOB to be taller.) The room was alight with sparks from the sexual tension between the two men. Mitch closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the musky scent coming from Newt. Newt had a very familiar scent, his Dior Sauvage cologne mixed with the natural smell he had, created a concoction of aromas that always managed to make Mitch think of home. When he opened his eyes again, Newt was only inches away from his face, his warm breath fanning out over Mitch's face. Their heavy breaths and pounding hearts were the only things they could hear.

The intense eye contact lasted for a couple of seconds before Mitch started to lean down towards Newt. Both of their eyes fluttered shut when their lips joined together in a chaste kiss, their lips barely touched but fireworks still erupted in the pits of their stomachs. Seemingly gaining confidence, Mitch lifted his right hand to tangle itself in the hair at the nape of Newt's neck. He pressed their bodies impossibly closer together by putting his left hand on the small of Newt's back whilst Newt tangled his hands in Mitch's untamed hair. Their kiss became more passionate, tongues battling for dominance, which Mitch won, teeth clashing together and breathy moans escaping their lips. Neither of the men wanted to break away from their heated embrace but their lungs were burning, begging for oxygen.

Newt pressed their slightly sweaty foreheads together as they stared into each others eyes.

"Well I guess that's one way to validate our cover story of being boyfriends." Newt whispered with a chuckle. A ghost of a smile appeared on Mitch's face, but it showed Newt that he was happy to see him, even though the kiss probably showed that a bit better.

"Yeah I guess so. So then, how have you been?" Mitch asked, pulling slightly away from Newt to get a better look at the man.

"Eh well after I was shot near my knee in Italy I've not been out in the field too much, I mostly just help behind the scenes, planning for others and things like that. My limp is a weakness that I can't afford to let me get captured." Newt replied in a very matter-of-fact tone. Mitch's eyes widened when he heard how his Newtie got shot and now couldn't walk properly, but at least he was alive and seemed relatively ok. (A/N I'm not gonna have Newt having a limp from attempted suicide just because I don't think that it will fit the story as well)

"Oh, well that sucks." Was all Mitch replied with. The two of them were still quite close together so when their eyes connected, something clicked between them. Their eyes began to water and a giggle escaped Newt's lips before the two men burst out laughing. It was the kind of laugh when your clutch your stomach and tears roll down your face. Neither of them knew what was so funny but it was the best laugh either of them had had for years. After a solid 2 minutes of laughing so hard they ended up breathlessly wheezing, they finally managed to calm down and wipe the tears from their faces.

Newt's eyes flickered over to the coffee table and at the mess of papers strewn across it, a sudden somber look in his eyes. The papers reminded him that as much as he wanted it to be, this was not a social call, both of their countries were in trouble if they didn't work out how to stop the Demon and their crazy plan. Mitch seemed to notice how Newt became distracted in his thoughts, realising that he was looking at the case files he had displayed on the table.

"Er right the case, so I think I have a lead." Mitch said in a business-like tone. Newt's eyebrows shot up into his hairline as he turned his neck towards Mitch so quickly, Mitch wouldn't be surprised if he got whiplash.

"WHAT!" Newt yelled in shock. "Stan told me that you were completely stumped and didn't have a bloody clue as to who or what the Demon is!"

"Well technically when I called him the day before yesterday I didn't know who or what the Demon was so..." Mitch trailed off. At the withering look Newt sent him he cleared his throat and explained about what he saw. He told Newt about how he came across Scott and Deucalion meeting up in a cave, which in his own words was 'kinda sus'. Newt wasn't nearly as surprised as Mitch thought he was going to be when he heard about Scott's apparent turn to the dark side. Newt had heard about how Scott had treated Mitch after finding out about what happened with Donovan and had decided that, even though he had never met Scott, he didn't like him one bit.

"Well then, I think it's time we told Stan what you just told me. I believe Scott McCall has a date with death." Newt announced, a sly smirk spread across his lips as he met Mitch's eyes, a shared look of understanding passed between them before they turned towards the door, ready to receive their new orders from Stan.

A/N
I know that this is a bit shorter than the others but I think that the next chapter is going to be really long so there's that to look forward to.

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