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

Competitive (Thomas x Minho, Newt x Gally)

"What the bloody 'ell happened?!" Newt demanded as he and Thomas stormed into the homestead room where their boyfriends lay, injured.

"Arm wrestling. They broke the table, driving splinters into their arms," an exhausted med-jack explained. Both Thomas and Newt sighed and face palmed.

"I won! Newt, baby, I won for you!" Gally cried with a smile as he lay immobile and bandaged on a cot.

"No you didn't, shuck-face, I won! I'm stronger, right Thomas?" Minho defensively yelled, looking to his boyfriend.

"Minho is stronger, but why-" Thomas started, his boyfriend stuck his tongue out at Gally in a childish way.

"No 'e isn't! Gally could take 'im on any day!" Newt bragged to Thomas.

"Hell yeah!" Gally yelled loudly, earning a shush from the med-jack, who Gally flipped off. Thomas snorted at Newt's statement.

"Yeah, right, what is he gonna do, throw nails at him? Boards? Or better yet, will he get those builders of his to fight for him?" Thomas remarked snarkily. The injured boys were now entertained by watching their boyfriends defend them.

"Oh, and what will Minho do? Map the fight? Run away?" Newt snapped.

"Oh- you British little... little jerk!" Thomas angrily sought for words.

"Ugh! I want Gally moved to a private room! One with a nice view and some privacy curtains!" Newt demanded at the med-jack.

"No, Minho gets the nice view! He clearly won!" Thomas said not to Newt but to the med-jack.

"My Gally won and he built the bloody place, so he gets the nice room!" Newt burst.

"Enough!" the med-jack exploded.

"ALL the rooms have views with curtains and neither of them won! I thought I couldn't stand those two in the same room, but it's even worse with 4 of you! I'd be insane to let them share a room a minute longer!"

Newt walked to stand next to his boyfriend.

"Don't listen to him, or Thomas, or Minho, I know you won!" Newt whispered to Gally who nodded yes.

"I will get them into different rooms if you would just wait one minute!" the med-jack informed them and left the room.

Determined to show that Thominho was the better couple, Thomas strode over to a grinning, painkiller-high Minho (who believed he was about to get lucky) and straddled him on the cot. The two started intensely making out while Gally pulled Newt onto the cot just to snuggle with him.

"Gally!" Newt scolded.

"I just want my teddy-bear..." Gally murmured into Newt's blond hair.

Newt was getting more agitated as Thomas and Minho's moans were getting louder.

"Not now!" Newt whisper-yelled and pried Gally's big, bear-like arm off of him.

"Just... fuck me or something!" Newt said to him.

"I don't want them seeing you naked! Minho, on the other hand doesn't seem to care who sees his boyfriend like that!" Gally said cattily.

At this, Thomas attempted to tear Minho's thin tank top off, Minho helped him. Thomas threw the fabric carelessly to the floor.

Thomas broke away for a second and looked over at Newt.

"Minho's got great abs... not that you would know what it's like, considering Gally probably has none!" Thomas remarked and set to giving Minho a hickey. At this point, steam was about to come out of Newt's ears. Knowing Gally's weakness, Newt kisses his collarbone. Before long, Gally's shirt joins Minho's on the floor and Newt makes sure to point out to Thomas that Gally does in fact have abs. Unfortunately, the med-jack happens to walk in at a bad time...

"Out! Just... just get your boyfriends out of here and into different rooms, please!" the med-jack pleads, his voice cracking as he walks in on the bizarre sight.

Mumbling and grumbling, the boys each slowly move their boyfriend's cot, competitively racing. In the end, the med-jack intervened and won their little race.