(cross posted on my Ao3 account LuciLongPeen)
Tomas was jostled at the sudden grip on his shoulder, the harsh tug that pulled him backwards brought him face to face with a familiar mug. an admittedly handsome mug (so not a mug at all really). Newt's expression was filled with urgency dragging Thomas' thoughts to instant worry.
"we've got to go Tommy!"
He could just about hear the blondes voice over the screaming, chanting, thrashing crowd. Turning towards where Newt was gesturing he could see masked men advancing from all directions, just as he turned to follow Newt a loud buzzing noise could be heard. His curiosity had him rooted to the floor like he was glued. He was thrown from his spot however, when a huge explosion rattled the ground erupting just outside the barrier. Finding his feet again Thomas pushed off from the ground desperately searching for someone Brenda? Newt? Jorge? no one. Then the familiar warmness of a hand encased his and he felt relief flood over him as the one man he really did trust pulled him up. they broke into a run hiding behind a wall to shield themselves from the flying debris and bellowing dust. They regrouped with Brenda and Jorge when they rounded the next corner. Thomas led the group as they ran trying to find some form of safety.
However he was stopped when he ran head first into something hard, a wall? Looking up he realised it was just a very broad chest he was lifted from his spot and man handled into the back of a van attempting to get out he thrashed at the doors, what if his friends were hurt? what if newt was hurt?
However as he stopped banging he could hear shouting outside the vehicle and a few thuds later the door was opened for an onslaught of cusses and colourful phrases filled Thomas' ears. He felt a weight slam on top of him as the doors to the rather paedophilic van slammed shut again.
"who the bloody hell is this?"
"Newt,"
"Oh thank god Tommy, one minute you were there the next some fat monstrous beast was dragging you away, can't have that now can we?"
Thomas let out a small chuckle but the underlying fear could be heard laced through his words, Thomas leaned in closer to Newt tucking his head into the side of the older boys neck. Not many people got to see this side of Thomas. Usually it was the strong, independent, disobedient leader on show but Newt usually had the cute small Thomas all to himself. Newt loved it, well actually Newt loved Thomas.
Another bang was heard from the front of the van and it finally set in, this could be Thomas' very last moments with Newt. This could be his last moments ever and Thomas was not prepared to die knowing he never told Newt about how he actually felt. It was now or Never.
"I love you Newt."
"I love you too bud."
Thomas sighed he knew Newt only meant it in the platonic sense. It hurt but Thomas pushed through.
"No Newt, I'm in love with you, if these are our last moments together then I want you to know, I love you I always have ever since your long haired, lanky and limping self helped me around the glade. I love your voice, your humour, your... your everything Newt. I love you and I didn't want to die without you knowing."
Newt sat in silence and Thomas awaited the rejection, strangely content because he was still sat on his high from finally opening the flood gates.
"wow Tommy."
Thomas looked up at Newt trying to read his expression however failing because of the dark back of the van.
"Tommy, you are so dramatic, I would never let you die. Can't have my boyfriend bloody well dying on me."
God, could Newt say nothing normally? did he really have to scare Thomas like that?
"ughhh you are sooo meannn..."
"mean enough you wont kiss me?"
"perhaps."
as they sank into each others personal space lips grazing almost kissing the van stops and the doors are flung open, pulling away from Newt Thomas stands trying to get out of the van. However a masked man grasped Thomas' arm yanking him out of the door, just as the man begins to step back pulling Thomas he gets a sharp left hook from the blonde that towered over him from behind.
"he has his own bloody legs. fuck off!"
Pulling Thomas' hand into his ow Newt helps the boy out of the van almost like how a prince would hold the princesses arm as she exits the carriage, however this time Brenda and Jorge were smirking at them from across the room and a bunch of strangers were pointing guns at them. Once on the ground Thomas looks around, taking in his surroundings.
It was some sort of dust filled warehouse or empty car park with boards and what seemed to be plans scattered everywhere.
"why are we here?"
Thomas asked in a loud demanding voice yet not with a violent tone.
when what appeared to be the leader of the group gave no response Thomas asked another question.
"who are you?"
this time he is graced with a response.
"still haven't stopped asking questions, have you Greenie?"
Pulling his mask off as he finished what he was saying Thomas stood there in shock. Not knowing what to do or how to feel, the void of emotions was substituted with age he pounced forward leaping onto Gally and pinning him to the ground. He slammed his fist into the older boys face. Newt ran forwards.
"Tommy! don't!"
"he killed chuck!"
in contrast to his words his fist loosened at Newts words. Newt held his raised fist.
"he was off his face Tommy, he was stung!"
Thomas dropped his fist as Newt lifted him to his feet. As he helped Thomas, Newt heard a small mumble from Gally, but let it go assuming he still had the same temper he used to.
"you shanks come with me, I'll give you a tour and then we can get down to business."
Thomas glared at Gally.
"we aren't going anywhere with you."
nods seemed to follow Thomas' statement (Thomas made a statement!) in agreement with what he had to say.
"we're all on the same side here Thomas."
"Jus give us a minute alone, to discuss things, we were convinced you were dead till two minutes ago."
yet again the group agreed with each other.
"alright."
with a call the men surrounding them followed behind Gally leaving the captured group behind.
"oh ad don't try to escape! the place is surrounded!"
with his last words the doors slammed shut.
"guys I'm going with Jorge to fix his hand, he punched a guard when he couldn't find me, think of a plan whilst we're gone."
"yessir,"
Thomas said with a mock salute. But Thomas eyes followed Brenda as she walked further across the large room he failed to notice Newt approaching him from behind. He startled when he felt Newt wrap his arms around his waist leaning into his ear.
"so where were we?"
Thomas face filled with heat.
"you were gunna kiss me?"
"was i now Tommy."
Thomas audibly gulped twisting himself round so that he could see the handsome face hat was behind him. it was a mistake, a big mistake because Newt pressed his hips closer to Thomas'.
"we need to make up for all that lost time in the glade beautiful."
Thomas couldn't think of a response his mind clouded as he just let out a soft puff of air, and just like that Newts lips were on his own, it was one of the best sensations Thomas had ever felt.
