a Whole Lotta Smut

good day off? (newtmas)

Today was Thomas's day off from running. He wasnt exactly sure what to do with all of his free time, but it started with sleeping in.

Newt has other plans. Thomas and him had gone on a few dates, and hooked up once after a bonfire, but what better way to spend Thomas's day off than a day alone in the deadheads?

Newt snuck out there earlier in the day, setting up a small area in the most secluded area of the deadheads for their date. Then he went back to the gardens and continued to work until Thomas finally woke up about an hour later.

"Mornin" Thomas yawned, heading over twords the gardens. "Hey tommy. I'd say good morning, but it's almost noon, so... how'd you sleep?"

"It was so nice." Thomas nodded rubbing his eyes.

"Good to hear." Newt grinned, kissing Thomas's cheek. It caught Thomas off guard slightly, but he wasnt complaining. Instead he just asks "what're you doing today?"

Newt shrugged, trying not to laugh when he noticed a chunk of Thomas's hair sticking up from sleeping. "Not much. I was wondering if you wanted to go on a walk with me?"

"A walk? Where to?"

"How about the deadheads?"

"Sounds good to me." Thomas nodded, and together they walked off to the trees, lazily holding hands. A few minutes later they reached Newts setup, a blanket spread out on the floor with a small basket of fruit and a few pillows.

"Figured I'd make you day off as nice as I could." Newt smiled, and Thomas grinned back. They wrapped there arms around eachother, kissing quietly as Newt slid his hands into the pockets of Thomas's Jean's.

Thomas let out a small sigh in suprise as Newt pulled him closer until they were touching, and Thomas cupped his face as they kissed. When they finally pulled away, gasping for air both boys had flushed faces.

"I already like where this is going." Thomas grinned, pulling Newt by the shirt this time as they connected their lips again, tugging at eachother like they wanted to be even closer than was humanly possible.

Newt kissed down Thomas's jaw into the small of his neck, his other hand slipping up under Thomas's shirt to trace circles over his skin. "Ah, shit."

"What?" Newt asked, pausing for a second as Thomas shook his head.

"No, that felt good your hands are just cold." Thomas laughed breathily and Neet continued to trace circles on Thomas's chest.

"Do you want to, Tommy?" Newt asked, leaving a hickey on a spot beneath Thomas's shirt where nobody would see it.

"Want to what?" Thomas asked, already kinda sure but just wanted to clarify. Newt rocked his hips against Thomas's palming him slightly through his Jean's. Thomas almost felt his eyes roll back in his head and quickly answered.

"Mhm." Thomas nodded and closed his eyes as Newt kissed back up his face.

"Good." Newt said in a low voice, sliding both hands under the hem of Thomas's shirt and pushing him backwards onto the picnic blanket. They both sat down, thomas first as Newt straddled his legs.

Working quickly, Newt pulled off Thomas's shirt and then his own, fumbling next for the belts as Thomas attempted to help. They took both off, and Newt smirked, tracing his hand down Thomas's chest and stomach until he reached the zipper of Thomas's jeans.

He unzipped it and tugged the hem of the Jean's down past Thomas's ankles so the other boy was in only his boxers. Newt leaned forward and started to rub Thomas through the thin fabric, earning a strangled cry as the brunette's breath caught in his throat.