being able to cuddle someone is seriously underrated.
like sure yeah sex, great great.
but, fuck, cuddling?
yes please.
thomas couldn't ask for a better christmas present than being able to just.. sit with newt.
just sit.
the simple things, you know? like, small, sweet palm or forehead kisses. or just linking hands, or squeezing the other's knee.
it makes thomas very, very happy.
and it also makes newt extremely happy.
thomas was sat on the sofa, cuddled up next to newt. newt had his arm wrapped around thomas' waist, and they were all opening their presents.
chuck had the most (majority from thomas, and 2 from newt and brenda, and approximately 7 from teresa. she was rich.)
"tess, you make me feel bad about what i got him." thomas whined, flopping his head down on newt's check, earning a small peck on his forehead.
chuck was opening his fifth present from her, which thomas already knew it was fucking airpods. "nah, teresa's gifts are more... yes yes yes money what kids want, whereas your gifts are more homely. a good mix of both is great. so, thanks both of you." he paused. "don't expect a big old kiss like mom always does, though."
the mention made thomas tense up.
whilst teresa and the rest replied, newt just whispered slowly into thomas' ear. "you okay, love?"
"i mean, no," he let out a shaky laugh. "can we go upstairs?"
"of course, tommy." he began to stand up, gently moving the man who was laying on him. "come on." he offered a hand, to which the other took. he met eyes with teresa, who tilted her head, and just motioned towards thomas. she nodded.
they linked hands, something they both absolutely adored doing and walked up the stairs.
thomas sat on the bed, a frown plastered on his face.
newt matched his frown, sitting next to him and placing a hand on his knee. "what's wrong, sweetheart?"
fucking newt giving thomas pet names yes please
"sorry-" he started, only to be cut off.
"okay, right. listen to me." newt turned both of them around, to face each other. he took his hands in his own, and made eye contact, causing thomas to blush out of embarassment. "don't apologise. i do not mind, at all. it does not affect me in any way. i love being alone with you - shut the fuck up don't make that sexual - and it makes me happy." they both grinned at their stupid sense of humour. their matched immaturity that probably drew them closer together. "but, seriously, you're amazing and perfect and just, oh my god, aaa." he let out a very unenthusiastic lower-case scream, dropping thomas' hands and placing them on his shoulders. "come here, you." he brought him into an embrace, which the brunet happily took.
they both sat in silence, until a sob escaped thomas' lips.
"are you okay?"
when there wasn't a response, he added: "you don't have to say anything. don't feel pressured to.".
newt pulled away from the hug, wiping a stray tear on thomas' face away.
"no, i-i, uh, need to talk about this." he smiled weakly, shaking his head. "god, i'm being such a baby."
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The Rickrolled Cutie ✦ Newtmas AU
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