Newtmas/Dylmas Oneshots

A Little Help?* (Newtmas)

Newt's POV:

Walking up to the front door of my apartment I reached into the pocket of my jeans and grabbed my keys. I slid them in the lock and walked into the lounge, my arms full of shopping and random bits and bobs Thomas asked me for when I went out.

Once I had placed everything down in mine and my boyfriends kitchen I pottered back to the lounge in search of the brunette.

Thomas must've heard me because I heard his voice ring from our bedroom.

"Neeewwwtttt, a little help?" Thomas whined, his voice sounding guilty.

"Tommy, you sound like you've done something stupid"

"Well while technically correct, this was accidental. Ya know how you love me so so much and find it funny when I do stupid shit-"

"Tommy, the fuck did you do now?" I questioned laughing to myself, curious to see what situation he had gotten himself in.

I waltz up to the bedroom door and laugh at the sight set out before me.

Thomas was laying on our bed shirtless with an embarrsed smile on his face, his cheeks pink and flushed.

"Oh. My. God. How in bloody hell did you end up accidentally handcuffed to the headboard of our bed?"

I saw the red on Thomas' face darken as he began to explain himself.

Thomas' POV (flashback to 20 minutes ago)

"I'm going out Tommy" Newt said to me from the front door.

"REMEMBER MY CORNETTOS PLEASE!" The blonde sniggered at my remark and promptly left our small two bedroom flat.

Standing up from the sofa I was sat on, I made my way to the kitchen, ran myself a glass of water, chugged it and headed for the bedroom.

In the room, I pulled open a drawer of mine and Newt's dresser and reached for something hidden deep in the back of it. Something I'd hidden from the taller boy.

A medium sized red box was grasped in my hand and I slowly opened it, revealing two pairs of  silver handcuffs.

A smirk tugged at my lips when I imagined Newt wearing them, stuck to the top of our bed while I rode him, being in complete control.

Traveling towards the bed I began to remove them from their box and I threw them onto the quilt.

Without the intent of my actions later coming to bite me in the ass (like they sadly did) I removed my shirt because of the heat of the day and lay next to the handcuffs.

Picking up the shiny cuffs I snapped them to the headboard to check if they sat in a good position. To my luck they fit perfectly.

What I did next was an action completed completely on a whim. I rested my back against the top of the bed, brought one hand up to the handcuff , snapping it around my wrist with the other hand. Then I raised my free fist and latched on the other cuff, now using only one hand.

I laughed at the feeling of being restricted, slightly confused by how much it aroused me. 

"Ok" I thought to myself  "these clearly work just as intended, time to take them off"

"take them off?" shit.

In my rush to see if they were "up to scratch" I had forgotten that handcuffs were intended to actually keep people locked in place, not just for people wanting to spice things up in the bedroom.