a Whole Lotta Smut

it dosent mean anything. right? part one (minewr)

Newt:

Newt stared at Minho's arm. It swung back and forth as they ran, the veins bulging and sweat dripping down it. Newt had no idea why he was finding himself so interested in Minho's arm, but for some reason he was. I must be going mad to find a boy's arm interesting he thought to himself.

He watched as Minho's arm flexed as he cut a piece of ivy and tossed it behind them. Newt glanced down at his own arm and then back to Minho's. Newt wasn't scrawny, but he was no Minho. No one in the Glade is as fit as Minho. The thought popped into his head before he could stop it.

A drop of sweat rolled down Minho's arm and Newt's eyes followed it's trail.

Suddenly, Newt was no longer looking at Minho's arm and his face was on the ground. "Shucking hell" Newt mumbled as he sat up. He glanced at Minho who had stopped running and was now staring down at Newt with his eyebrows raised. Newt tried not to blush. "I fell" he said.

"You don't say?" Minho said with a smile.

Newt rolled his eyes. "Slim it and help me up" Newt said as he lifted his hand in Minho's direction.

Minho waved away Newt's hand and sat on the ground next to him. "It's time for a break anyways" he said as he took a sip of water.

Newt took a drink of his own water. "I think I'm loosing my bloody mind" Newt said.

"Why?" Minho asked.

"Can't shucking focus while running" Newt said "hope you've been payin' attention to the route today because I sure as hell haven't."

Minho snorted. "Kind of. I guess. I haven't really been focusing either" Minho said and Newt swore he saw a blushed creep up on his cheeks. Minho sat up straight and cleared his throat. "Uh- what's got you distracted?"

Now it was Newt's turn to blush. Oh nothing, just your muscled arms he thought. Before thinking through a logical answer, he spat "none of your bloody business."

Minho turned and looked at him. "Shuck man, you're the one that brought it up" Minho said back.

Newt bit his lip and looked away from Minho. "Right" he said before glancing back at Minho. Their eyes locked and for some reason Newt considered telling Minho he had been so distracted, but then thought better of it. "We should get running" he said before standing up.

Minho made a weird face at Newt before getting up and joining Newt.

Minho:

Minho sat in the map-room attempting to draw up today's maps. "Newt this was a left, right?" he asked.

Newt visibly jumped at Minho's words. "Huh? What?" he asked.

"Shuck would you just focus?" Minho asked.

"I am focusing" Newt said and Minho gave him a knowing look. Newt sighed, "let me have a look, will ya?" He leaned over across Minho and looked at the map. Newt's shoulder pressed against Minho's chest and his knee was pressed into Minho's thigh.

After a moment, Minho realized his heart was beating fast and he was holding his breath. What the shuck? He asked himself. What am I doing? "It goes like this you slinthead" Newt said.