Under the Streetlight - Newtmas

F o u r t e e n

Newt:
I had already seen Zoolander, but everyone was so excited about it, that I couldn't pop their balloon, plus, it was a good film, and I got to be next to Thomas, so it was definitely a win-win situation for everyone.

Instead of focusing on the screen, I stared around, the film had barely started and Brenda was already cuddling with Winston, everyone else was perched on the mix of loud sounds and blinding lights coming from the T.V.

Thomas was lying in front of me, his head resting on the pillow he was hugging, A single blanket covered both of us, so we had to be really close to fit below it, I felt the heat of his body increasing next to me, his massive back going up and down in a slow, calm motion, his breathing was barely audible. I wanted to be closer to him, I wasn't usually so touchy-feely with anyone; more of the opposite, I always thought there was something wrong with me because I didn't enjoy hugs or kisses from anyone, but for some reason it frustrated me not being able to touch him.

"I'm goin' insane."

Suddenly Thomas turned. Fuck me, did I say that out loud?

"Did you say anything?" He whispered.

"No sorry, just talkin' to myself," I answered, realizing after saying it, I could've just denied it, now he probably thought I was a bit nuts. "I mean not to myself, but-"

"Yeah, I get it," he interrupted, absolutely uninterested of my explanation, he frowned. "Can you see anything with my head in front of you?"

"Uh, not really," I replied, having the sudden urge to laugh.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked, almost being annoyed with my reserved attitude.

"Because I already saw this film," I said, pulling a grimace.

Thomas turned his whole body, now he was facing towards me, I couldn't help a slight smile when his knee touched mine. "And you didn't say anything about that either."

"Yep, I mean, they all seemed eager to see it, so I didn't want to ruin it," I shrugged.

Thomas shook his head, shifting closer, so I had no remedy but to stare at him. "I want you to have fun too."

"I am, I am havin' fun," I quickly highlighted, feeling incredibly warm and fuzzy on the inside. "And now go on, turn around and keep watchin' the film, you're gonna miss the plot."

Thomas smiled, but suddenly Minho grumbled. "Slim it shuck-heads."

With a slight chuckle, Thomas got up, and before I could ask where he was going, he placed behind me, a shiver extended all over my spine when his chest grazed my back.

"W-what?" I stammered, apparently not being able to finish a single phrase.

"Just relax and watch the movie," he shushed, and with that, we feel silent.

But I couldn't focus on anything else than the guy behind me, I felt Thomas' breathing in the back of my neck, his chest against my back, we were even closer than before. I was still as a rock, the feeling was exactly the one you have when a cat cuddles with you, and you're scared any move might make it uncomfortable, and consequently, leave you. Except, Thomas wasn't a cat, he was a real person, one I fancied, a lot.

A few minutes passed, maybe more than minutes, it had felt like a long time, a really, long time. I hadn't moved a bone, neither had Thomas, but I was too focused on not getting too cuddly to watch the movie, and now anything that happened on the screen made any sense to me.

Ripping me away from my thoughts, his hand slipped under mine, and hugged me, I refrained the shiver that his action had caused me and tried to breathe deeply and relax, be nonchalant about it, even though that seemed like the most impossible task I've ever had to attempt. Just two guys, hugging for warmth while watching a film, nothing weird about that. He probably had done it without even thinking it through, so why would I have to get antsy about it?