Newtmas Oneshots ^~^

Six months too long

"Do you have to go?" Thomas didn't budge and stayed with his arms wrapped around Newt's waist from behind. Newt turned around in his lover's arms.

"Yes, love. I do. Six months, you'll manage." Newt wrapped his arms around Thomas's neck.

"That's six months too long." Thomas mumbled.

"And for me it'll be six months of bloody torture. It works both ways." Newt replied.

"I don't want you to go." Thomas whispered.

"I don't want to either Tommy. But I'm never going to get this opportunity again. We talked about this."

They stayed together for a while before they heard a car pull up in the drive way and honked the horn.

"I have to go now. Walk me to the door?" Newt gently pried Thomas's hands away from his waist but held on to one of them, grabbing his suitcase with the other. They walked to the door. Thomas kept looking at the ground. "Hey, look at me." Newt tilted his head up with his hand and kissed him.

"I'll be back before you know it. I'll kiss you as much as you want then, my boss gave me two weeks off work when I come back."

The car beeped again.

Newt kissed Thomas on the cheek. "Bye Tommy." He whispered and opened the door, to the taxi. Just before Newt got in, Thomas shouted from the house,

"Newt?"

Newt turned his head. "Yeah?"

"I love you."

Newt smiled softly. "I love you too." And he got in and closed the door, and the taxi drove off taking Newt with it.

They called every other day. Thomas cried everyday. It had already been three months since Newt left for a job opportunity in Europe, somewhere in Germany. Just another three months and Thomas would feel whole again. It was like a big part of him was gone, without Newt. Thomas told him this, just not the part where he cried himself to sleep.

"Love, three months. Be strong for another three months and we can do whatever then, go to Mexico, binge Netflix, make out, sleep, you name it." Newt's voice crackled on the other side.

"Three months...you'll be home just in time for my birthday." Thomas said.

"I know, I had it moved as early as possible, I'd say I'm cutting it fine. Twenty six, my God. My Tommy's all grown up." Newt laughed.

"I'm nearly thirty." Thomas laughed along with his lover, though forced.

Silence settled over them, apart from the background buzz the phone made.

"I miss your voice." Thomas said softly.

"Just ask me to talk then, I'm right here." Newt said.

"No, I miss your voice like when your right next to me. I miss you singing."

"Singing?"

"Yeah."

"That's sweet."

Silence again until Newt yawned.

"It's nearly eight o'clock here and I have to get up early tomorrow."

"It's only two here, I hate time zones." Thomas grumbled.

Newt laughed again. "I love you Tommy. Goodnight."

"I love you too. Goodnight Newt." Thomas said and hung up. He had no intention of doing anything so he lay down on the couch and sobbed quietly for a few minutes before falling asleep.