Free (Maze Runner fanfic Newtmas Newt x Thomas)

Chapter 10

The following day, Newt forced himself to be up and walking, but since he was struck in the stomach he walked extremely slow; he helped carry materials or tend to his garden. Thomas was finally beginning to eat again, but because he basically starved himself he wasn't fit to run so he happily got to stick with Newt for the day.

Minho came back early in the mid-afternoon, grabbing Gally, Newt, and Thomas; he took them all to the map room and he splayed out all the different patterns, placing them all on the table. "Right, we got the numbers, and we have done this map high to low too many times over and there isn't a hatch anywhere. This code has to mean something." Everyone nodded in agreement. "Maybe it's number of steps?"

"We could trace all the patterns for each week, see how many lines they share. Maybe it'll map out a path." Newt suggested.

"But what does that have to do with the numbers?"

"Maybe we enter them in somewhere at the end? I don't know, but anything is worth a shot right now."

"I'm with him." Gally said, "the numbers could be their length, or co-ordinates, I don't know. If they were letters, what would they stand for?"

A pause. "G, d,e,b,c,i,b. It doesn't exactly spell anything, not enough vowels."

"Let's just start tracing." Thomas picked up more paper and a few markers before handing them out. "See if it goes anywhere."

The boys spent the rest of the day and into the evening tracing them. Thomas and Newt sat next to each other, one of Thomas' legs over Newt's as his hands were busy.

Once they had all traced their own weeks and months, they placed them into four equal piles. "Now, we draw their shared lines. If there even is any."

That was much quicker to do, all ending up with random arrays of lines that so far didn't look like anything. "Guys I'm getting tired." Newt hugged his stomach, super hungry but unable to eat much because it hurt.

"You go to bed, Newt, you need the rest." Minho said. "Us three will finish up."

Newt nodded and stood up, using the wall for support. As he walked out, Thomas gently caught his arm. "Wait for me if you can." He whispered.

Newt blushed and nodded, leaving quietly.

The three remaining boys finished their lines and took one of Newt's remaining ones when they finished their own. They created a fair few arrows; seven, to be exact. The rest had come up completely fruitless, which honestly pissed them off a little. "What a shuck waste of time that was." Minho grumbled, biting into an apple.

"Well, at least we have some. It's something to go off isn't it? We'll check out where they lead in the morning." Thomas stretched, wincing as he felt a scab pull on his back.

"All right. We meet in here first thing in the morning before the walls open." The three nodded, and then each went to bed,

Thomas quickly found Newt, and thankfully he was still awake, looking up at the sky and leaning back on his elbows. "You waited." Thomas smiled and Newt looked over, then smiled back."

"Of course I did. I want to spend as much time with you as I can; who knows what could happen at any moment?"

Thomas sat down beside him, copying his position. "Once we're out, I don't really know what we're going to do. Who knows what state the world is in. For all we know, we could be the last people alive, or maybe this is just some big TV show that people watch for sick entertainment and the world is much better off than we think it might. Or.. remember, it might."

Newt shrugged, not really in the mood to talk about it. "You know I sat like this for a reason, right?" He shuffled over so he was now straddling Thomas, hands on cheeks. "So I'll guess I'll just do it to you instead."

Thomas grinned and sat up properly, putting his hands on Newt's hips and running them slowly up and down his sides. "I guess it's about time we had some time to ourselves." Thomas leant forward, forcing them lips together in a passionate kiss.

Newt let out a small groan from his throat, licking at Thomas' bottom lip to make him open up. Their tongues met in the middle, sliding over each other sensually. It reminded Thomas of when he first woke up and they first kissed; but this one was a lot more heated, passionate.. sexual.

He tugged on Newt's legs so he was even closer, making their crotches rub together to create a bit of friction that earned a moan from Newt. His hands pressed against Newt's lower back, urging the bodies to touch. Newt's hands were now in Thomas' hair, gripping it in two fists and pulling his face even closer. Their noses bumped, the kiss became messy, and their teeth even clacked a few times.

They fell back into the grass, gasping in surprise, but the kiss barely faltered. Feeling cheeky, Newt grinded himself against Thomas, a moan escaping both of them. "Newt..." Thomas whispered, nails digging into his back.

Newt grinned, doing it again, and again, and again until it just became a sensual rhythm. Newt couldn't kiss anymore, he buried his face in Thomas' neck, small whimpers of pleasure coming out of him every other moment. "Tommy.. Oh bloody hell..."

"N-Newt, how far are we..?" Thomas moaned again, throwing his head back.

"I-I don't know..." Newt looked around, biting his lip to stop any loud noises coming out. "The others.." He whined; he just couldn't stop rubbing, it felt too good.

"You.. you have to stop." Thomas kissed him again, barely getting his mouth.

"I can't.. I shuck can't.. It feels too good, Tommy.." Newt's breath turned shallow, his hands tightening their grip.

"Then you better shut up.." Newt frowned at him, but when Thomas started to grind back he immediately got the message and kissed him to muffle himself.

Thomas' hands gripped his ass now, dipping inside his trousers and squeezing his soft skin. It helped to pick up speed, pulling him back and forth. Newt was in charge of keeping their lips locked, it was all they had to not scream in pleasure. Newt hadn't felt this in two years, or even longer. Did they do this before the maze? He certainly would be wanting to do it once they got out.

Newt's whimpers started to increase in pitch, grabbing desperately at Thomas' body. "Tom.. Tom-" Newt couldn't even finish his name, panting between kisses.

Suddenly Newt's whole froze and he squealed in Thomas' mouth. Thomas kept going, he hadn't reached it yet, but now Newt was oversensitive and scrambled on top of him, but Thomas' hands kept him firmly in place until he too froze in place, rocking very slowly against him until he calmed down.

Newt whined. "Tommy, I want more." He whispered, a hand going down Thomas' front but he grabbed his wrist, stopping him. "I need more!"

"Later.. you're lucky I didn't push you off earlier." Newt pouted.

He rolled them onto their sides and held Newt in a hug. "You horny thing." Newt snickered. "Now go to sleep, we have a long day tomorrow."

Newt chuckled. "Yeah... okay."