a Whole Lotta Smut

it dosent mean anything. right? part 2 (minewt)

Minho:

Minho sat next to Newt, leaning against the maze wall and munching on a sandwich. This entire day had been incredibly awkward. Newt and Minho had barely talked to each other since the shoulder massage incident. Minho was so embarrassed, he didn't know what to do. All he knew was that he wanted the awkwardness to go away.

They'd been eating in silence for 10 minutes and Minho couldn't take it any longer. "I'm sorry" he blurted out.

Newt glanced at him and then glanced away. "Bout what?" he asked.

"Y-you know... last night I..." Minho started, but he lost his courage and embarrassment flooded him once again. He'd bet his left foot his face was bright red.

Newt rubbed his eyes and sighed. "Min, it's okay" he said with a shrug. "It happens."

"I- I know" was all Minho could manage. He glanced at Newt to see a confused expression on his face. "What?" he asked Newt.

"Nothing I just-" Newt started, but then he took a deep breath before continuing. "Well, what got you so- I mean- what were you thinking about?"

Minho bit his lip and stared at the ground. "I, uh- just don't laugh at me and... don't think it means that I... oh shuck it. You were moaning, Newt."

"I- what?" Newt said and Minho chanced a glance at him. Newt was staring at him with his mouth hanging open and face bright red.

"You were moaning Newt, just like you do when you... uh, dream" Minho said. He considered punching himself in the face. Why can't I filter my words?

"Wha- When I dream?" Newt asked, looking mortified.

"Yea, you know, when you have those kind of dreams. You moan in your sleep. And, uh, it sounded like that" Minho said.

"Oh..." Newt said in a small voice, and an awkward silence filled the air. Minho felt extremely awkward and needed something to occupy himself with, so he took a sip of water. Which turned out to be a terrible idea because a second later, Newt said "and that turns you on?"

Minho choked on his water and spit it out. He coughed and spat. "No!" he said as soon as he could speak. Newt stared at him and raised his eyebrows. "Uh- kind of. Maybe. Yes."

He glanced at Newt and saw he was smiling. "Slim it. That doesn't mean anything." Minho said and Newt only smiled more. "Get that look off your shank-face, at least I'm not the one who sounds like I'm getting it on while I'm getting a shoulder massage."

The smile disappeared from Newt's face and his cheeks turned red. "You're just a bloody pervert" Newt said.

"I'm not the one moaning and groaning every other night in my sleep" Minho shot back.

Newt snorted and smirked at Minho. "Yes, actually, you are" he said.

Minho stared at him with his eyes wide. "What? No!"

"Yes you bloody well are" Newt laughed "now if we're done discussing our sex dreams, we should get running." Newt stood up and reached his hand out to Minho.

Minho grabbed Newt's hand and he pulled him up. "Let's go" he said and they began to run. As they finished their route, Minho once again had issues concentrating. Do I moan in my sleep? Can't be as much as he does. What if Newt thinks I like him now? I don't like him like that. I don't. I'm not attracted to him. Sure, I have a few dreams about him, but that's not my fault. And just because sometimes I think about him when I- shuck. Maybe I am attracted to him...