a Whole Lotta Smut

more of that (minewt)

Newt was eating dinner when Minho came and sat down next to him. Newt had always had a crush on the keeper of ther runners. But honestly... first of all, he was pretty damn sure Minho was as straight as you could possibly get, and second, if he by chance happened not to be stright, why in God's name would he like Newt? Next to the around 50 other boys in the glade who were all fit and way cooler and more confident then himself, Newt was nothing.

"Hey." Minho said in his deep, sexy voice.

"H-hi." Newt managed to stutter in return. He felt rather honored every time Minho talked to him, even though he happened to be Newt's closest friend. Soon, there friends had joined them at the table. Newt had fallen silent as the group around him talked. He didn't often join to these conversations, he was more of a listener then a talker.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his upper thigh. He straightened, following the hand up its muscular arm then to a tanned shoulder, which lead to Minho's smirking face. Minho began swirling his hand on Newt's lap, causing the blonde to shift awkwardly and bite his lip. What was Minho doing?! Minho's hand began to work it's way up until it was resting on Newt's already hard bulge. Newt simply hadn't been able to help it once Minho began touching him. Newt bit his lip harder to keep from moaning when Minho made the challenge more difficult for Newt, as he began palming him through his Jean's. Newt let out a low moan which he has to quickly cover up with a cough.

"You okay there Newt?" Thomas asked him with a confused and concerned expression.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." Newt stuttered breathlessly, sending his newest friend a not so convincing smile.

"Okay...?" Thomas answered, like Newt expected obviously not convinced. Minho's hand suddenly found the zipper of Newt's trousers and pulled it down painfully slow. He then slipped his hand hand into Newt's pants. Newt gasped and earned a strange look from half the table, the other half either ignoring or overhearing him. Minho played with Newt's memeber through his underwear, a satisfied smirk on his lips the entire time. He seemed to be enjoying watching Newt suffer through the corner of his eye.

"Bloody stop it already..." Newt muttered under his breath, shooting Minho a glare, but the asian boy's smirk only widened.

"Don't you like it?" Minho asked, licking his lips. Of course Newt liked it, he actually enjoyed it alot, so he stayed silent. That was until Minho's hand slipped under the elastic hem of Newt's boxers and grabbed his erection. He began pumping his hand up and down causing Newt to shift awkwardly again as he tried desperately not to moan or jerk his hips.

"Stop..." he tried to hiss once again but it only came out as a low moan. This cause Minho to pump faster, his smirk growing. Newt knew he'd be in trouble if he ended up cumming. The thing was, that Newt was able to stay quite. But as soon as he reached his peak, he would not be able to hold a moan back. It was just a natural instinct he couldn't do anything about.

"I need ty o go." Newt announced loudly, quickly closing his pants, standing up and turning around, walking away from the table while trying to desperately hide his boner, which his friend's would have to be oblivious to oversee. He walked stiffly towards the deadheads, not wanting to be near anyone while minding his business.

Newt sat down on a log deep in the forest where nobody would interrupt him, and began to touch himself. After some time he let out a frustrated groan and sat back, giving up. He was not getting the same response he got when Minho did the job.

Newt heard a bracelet snap and looked up to see the keeper of the runners himself, standing infront of him. He suddenly grew very self-conscious, he was sitting with his legs spread and trousers and boxers down, exposing a huge erection after all. Newt blushed and tried to cover himself up, but Minho cut him off.

"Don't stop on my account." He said tonelessly, with an extremely sexy smirk on his face. Minho crept towards him slowly, and without noticing, Newt began touching himself again. This time he heard himself moan and felt a stronger shot of pleasure. Minho sat down infront of him and watched. Just watched. Which in any other circumstances would be creepy, but right now it was helping Newt relieving himself, something he had never been more desperate to do.

Then, finally, Minho leaned in and pressed a kiss to Newts lips. With his heart racing, Newt kissed him back, his mind trying to comprehend this was actually happening. He felt so much love and relief kissing Minho, something Newt (in the glade after all) hadn't felt before. The kiss was full of passion and love, yet had a strong urge of hunger and need. It was desperate and powerful.

Minho pushed Newt back until he was fully on top of him, taking the lead without either of them questioning it. Newt tugged on the edge of Minho's shirt, signaling that he wanted it gone. Minho seemed to happily yank it off and throw it off into the forest somewhere, they couldn't care less where it landed right now. Newt began running his hands along Minho's toned chest as Minho ripped off Newt's shirt as well. Minho's lips left Newt's and traveled down his jawline to his neck where he started to leave a hickey.

"Minho..." Newt gasped. He heard Minho chuckle quietly, an adorable and comforting, yet sinister sound. His mouth left the blonde's neck and he dragged his tounge down his chest to his nipple, where he began to nibble softly. Newt's back arched as the brunette sent electrical waves of pleasure down his body. He kept sucking the sensitive buds for a while, Newt growing kore and more desperate. Finally, Minho removed his own trousers, leaving him in his boxers.

"Minho.." newt begged, "please." Minho chuckled once again and continued torturing Newt by running a single finger back and forth on the blonde's naked skin, following the small curve of his a-line.

"Min!" Newt moaned, bucking his hips in a desperate need as his head fell back. Minho realized Newt wasn't going to take any more teasing, and quickly pulled down his boxers, leaving himself exposed. He bent down over Newt, his tounge licking around the blonde's ass, making sure the upcoming session would he as little painful as possible. Newt moaned loudly, shifting to give Minho a better angle.

"Are you ready for me?" Minho softly asked the panting Newt who could only nod, not trusting his voice. Minho is being soft? That one's new... newt thought to himself, bucking his hips again. As the runner positioned himself in between his legs and pushed into him, earning a loud moan from both of them.

The pleasure was overwhelming, but Minho was scared to cause the fragile boy pain, so he didn't move before Newt signalled he was ready.

"Move, shucking move." Newt finally moaned, begging to rock his hips desperately. Minho began jerking his hips, slowly at first, still not wanting to hunt Newt, but as soon as the pleasure started to kick in, his thrust got harder. Faster. Better. Newt quickly became a mess of moans and cuss words. Minho grunted with each thrust, and Newt's state only pushed him closer to the edge. His eyes dropped closed as he listened to Newt's gorgeous moans and felt the blonde arch his back in pleasure repeatedly.

"Minho, I'm close-" Newt managed ty o pant put, getting closer and closer. Minho began to thrust even faster, wanting to give Newt everything he had.

"So a-am i..." Minho groaned, his thrust became sloppy as he himself grew closer.

"Min, harder! Please!" Newt gasped, Minho could tell he was seconds away from cumming. The nickname was enough to push Minho even closer. He trusted as hard as he could. Newt let out the loudest moan yet - almost a scream, and his entire body trembled violently as he cummed. Minho thruster hard, just once, and suddenly it was all over. He came, hard, and pulled out, collapsing beside the seemingly unconscious Newt, both of them panting crazily.

"I think we should do that more often..." Minho said once he finally caught his breath, while playing with Newt's long golden hair which was damp with sweat.

"You couldn't be more bloody correct." Newt sighed, opening his eyes and smiling weakly.

Creds to: SilversWorld I think but I've seen this more than once so I cant confirm it this is the orginal creator.