The maze runner Imagines

The secret (Newtmas)

*WARNING: Lots and LOTS of Newtmas fluff. If you feel uncomfortable with these sorts of things please don't read this chapter. If all ok proceed with caution. This is my first time writng Newtmas so please excuse me if it is not very good. I will keep you no longer please procced to the chapter.*

It was night and hushed voices had awoken Thomas from his sleep.He opened his eyes fully and started to get off his bed to see what was happening. The creak of the bed and the whispers outside the only thing to be heard.

He peaked around his hut and caught glimses of who it looked like. One was blond with a small frame, Newt the second was farly obvious, Minho. Thomas could tell by the black hair and the muscular form.

"Newt you can't keep doing this. You need to talk to him!" Minho said obviously stressed over something.
"I can't! If he knows Tommy won't look at me in the same way again. "Newt says raising his voice. Thomas was shocked Newt he thought was straight but he liked him? No that couldn't be right could it? How did he never think of this? He always thought Newt acted weird around him but it could just be how he acts since Thomas hadn't spent a lot of time with him.

Thomas turned around letting the voices of Minho and Newt drift. He needed to think this all over. He eventually heard Minho and Newt go back to their huts after Thomas heard Minho say something about locking something or someone in the homestead. Thomas rolled onto his side thinking it over and wondering what to do next. What will happen in the morning? He eventually passed out and fell asleep.

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Thomas' eyes shot open his hazelnut eyes gleaming in the early morning sun. He slowly got off his creaky bed and walked to the exit of his hut. His mind somewhere else.

He walked over to the Homestead where he got his breakfast and scanned the rows for a free seat. After finding one, he sat down and a smirk indulged his face.
"Good mornin' Tommy how'd you sleep?" Newt's thick British accent cut through the air like a knife through butter.

Thomas couldn't help but find his accent hot. He thought about how lucky he was to have Newt as his best friend.
"Tommy! Thomas! Hey?" Newt said waving his hands in Thomas' face. He must of drifted off thinking about Newt.
"Um...sorry what?" Thomas splutters wondering how long he was in a daze.

"I was asking you how you slept?" Newt asks looking concerned. Thomas literary zoned out and wasn't responding. Newt thought he was possessed or something.
"Sorry um I actually slept really well
consid-" Thomas starts before being cut off by a shadow looming over him. The figure was plainly obvious, Minho.
"Thomas what a delight to have you here it makes it alot easier than try to find your dumb ass around the glade!" Thomas really couldn't tell if Minho was being sarcastic or not.

"Wha-" Minho cuts Thomas off again.
"Could I borrow you and Newton for a minute please?" It was more of a command rather than a question. Newt and Thomas' chairs scrap across the floor as they get up making a horrible screeching sound. They walk down to a hut, Newt's.
"Wait wha-" Newt starts before Minho practically shoves them in the hut.

"Minho what the shuck?" Newt screams pounding on the door. After realising Minho has no intention of letting them out, Newt turns to Thomas. A toothy grin consumed his mouth as he walked over to Newt.
"I heard you and Minho talking last night" Thomas says now looking at a very scared blond.

"Bloody Minho not keeping his mouth quiet!" Newt mutters to himself.
"Newt!" Thomas says as the blond turns up to him. Newt starts to mutter some excuses but Thomas grabs his cheeks to shut him up.
"w-what the bloody hell are you doing Tommy?" Newt says stuttering slightly.
"Your lucky I like you Newt." Thomas says smiling slightly.
"Wh-." Newt says but this time he's cut off by Thomas. He joins their lips together in a soft kiss. Newt takes a minute to register what's happening. When he realizes what's happing he kisses back almost instantly.

Thomas' hands go under Newt's shirt and around his waist once he confirmed  he was ok with it. Newt gasps allowing Thomas' tongue to rome in his mouth. All the tension and longing between the two was brought into the kiss, which had been waiting for so long.

Thomas breaks the kiss and before Newt can say anything Thomas had walked Newt to his bed. Him lying down first and then pulling Newt on top if him. He then grabbed Newt's waist to support him. Thomas grabs Newt's collar and joining his soft lips to Newt's once again.
Newt's hands go under Thomas' shirt and rest on his waist. Whereas Thomas' hands were roaming around Newt's small frame. Thomas reaches for the bottom of Newts shirt pulling it up and over his head in a quick fluid motion. Thomas then grabs his shirt and does the same thing. Thomas groans quietly at the look of newts naked upper half. He filps the two so that Thomas is on top. Thomas connects his lips with the side of newts neck. His hands holding his cheeks to turn it slightly left so that he has more space to mark him. Thomas starts to kiss a spot over and over biting it then sucking. He leans back to see Newts eyes closed and in bliss. He had made a massive purple hickey on his neck.
Shit
"Hey guys Al-" Minho starts slamming the door open. Newt disconnects their lips in panic. Minho made a face since their hands were still a mess on each other's body's.

"Um ok I did not need to see that! Um Alby wants a meeting so be out quick." Minho stumbles over his words as he covers his eyes with his hand and walks out.

"Now where were we?" Thomas' rhetorical question echoed across the hut.
"Needy I see?" Newt laughs.
"Hey you got love advice from Minho and I heard you! So don't judge me!" Thomas says fake pouting.
"Ok whatever c'mere" Newt says pulling Thomas by his collar this time. Their lips join together for the 3rd time that morning.

A/N: I hope this was ok. Newtmas is probably my fave ship so it makes sense to write about it. I'm sorry if this was terrible.
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Phew thats alot of bloody words.
Until next time.

~Lacey