Sex with a ghost

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A/N: Hey there. I just wanna say thank you 4 the 18 reads! This chapter will include:
Masturbation
Mentions of naked appearances.
That's all! Enjoy!
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Thomas felt his body aching. One of the meds had checked up on him multiple times. His whole body felt desire for something. Yet he didn't know what. He held onto the wall and slowly stood up. Looking at himself in the mirror. He rubbed his eyes, feeling tired. Suddenly he felt a pair of delicate hands massage his shoulders.

He shot his eyes open and turned around. Nobody. He felt himself going insane. Insane for so many types of things. He sat back down on his bed, knowing who the delicate pair of hands belonged to. It kept him up at night, the desire he had to feel his lovers hands all over him again. He looked down to the floor. His hands gripping onto his thighs. He slowly dragged his hand along his legs. He palmed at his own dick, he covered his mouth with the other. He slowly closed his eyes imagining them as Newt's hands.

He threw his head back slowly. He slowly laid down, his Adam's apple now popping out. He was starting to actually imagine it as Newt's hands. He groaned lowly, but then heard a knock. His eyes shot open and he sat up on his elbows. One of the meds came in to check if he was alright. He took low deep breaths. The med smiled and walked over to him, putting her hands on his cheeks, then on his forehead. She was had a worried face, one of her hands now on his neck. "You're burning up, Tom." She said in a worried tone

"It's fine. I'll just go to sleep." He put on a fake smile and hoped for her to just get out. She smiled and patted his cheek before leaving. He just wanted to feel newt again. He was so glad that they were almost back to the city. First thing he would do was find newt and finish his mission. He would wait a day or two, then he would make his last kills before leaving.

A/N: I'm so sorry it was short, I'm tired and I have a dance tomorrow. I'm extremely worried about it.

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