You Make My Heart Run In Circles (Thomas x Minho, Newt x Gally)

Chapter 7: Captain Gally

A/N

This one is pretty much a Newt x Gally special, so enjoy!

NEWT'S POV

Earlier, I found a few painkillers in Minho's bag. I assumed that they were for if something happened to Tommy. After I twisted my ankle, I decided to take some. I will not let anything ruin this time with Gally. They must be extra strength because I can already feel them kicking in. I mean, the twisted ankle DID work in my favor considering that right now I'm snuggled up against his chest, I can feel his abs through his shirt.

I inhale his scent. He smells like freshly cut wood. I look over at his muscles. Gally's a LOT bigger than me. He's tall and muscular. I'm not particularly small, but compared to him I'm a twig.

"You're really muscular and tall... and sexy..." I say and giggle. I think those pain killers might be wee bit too strong...

GALLY'S POV

Now I was NOT expecting that, especially the last one. Believe me, it's both welcomed and appreciated but still unexpected.

"Thanks, handsome," I flirt. What else am I supposed to say?

"We're here," I say and I set him down, steadying him because he looks kinda shaky. He gets on his tippy toes and kisses me on the cheek.

"Thanks, Captain Gally," he says flirtatiously. We both blush. Captain Gally is what my builders call me but they say it as a title, like they either fear me or reluctantly respect me. Newt says it in a different way, a way I like.

"My pleasure," I say with a wink and he giggles again.

The area has a few stumps and the ground is blanketed in pine needles. I guide Newt over to two stumps. I sit on one but Newt doesn't sit on the other.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I don't want to get dirt on my pants," he says.

"Then sit on the ground next to me," I suggest.

"That'll get my pants dirty, though," he complains. I look around but there's no place he can sit and stay clean. Then I get an idea. I know it's risky but he seems to be adventurous, calling me sexy and muscular.

"Then sit on my lap," The moment I say it, I regret it.

"Really?" he says, looking excited.

"Just get over here before I back out," I say and wave him over.

He almost runs over to me and sits on my lap, facing me and straddling me. This is either the best decision I've ever made or the worst. I didn't think this through. No, I just didn't think at all. He kisses my jaw.

"Thanks, Captain Gally," I can feel my arousal growing, especially from the way he purrs my name.

"Once again, my pleasure," I whisper and stare into his big brown eyes... wait a minute...

"Newt, why are your pupils so dilated? Did you take something?" I worriedly ask.

"I had some pain killers with me and I took some after twisting my ankle," he says.

"Newt, I'm going to need you to go over there and throw up," I order.

"Why? Why can't I stay over here and do this?" he scoots closer to me and kisses my chest. His hands find their way under my shirt and I find myself grateful that I don't wear that tank top as an under shirt like the other Gladers do. My shirt is still on but it's thin. If he keeps this up, it'll be ripped up in a second, along with all of Newt's clothes.