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009 ⸺ doodles

Thomas sighed.

He bit his lip and blinked down at the blank sheet of lined paper on his desk. Well it wasn't technically blank. The paper was where his english essay was supposed to be written, but instead it was filled with mindless doodles he had done while he was procrastinating.

The page was filled with random shapes and lines. He often doodled on his class work and homework, which seemed to piss off a few of his teachers, who would tell him off whenever he turned in work that he had drawn on. He'd even had teachers take off points because of his doodles (which he thought was extremely unfair and unnecessary.)

He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, sighing again.

"You finished yet ?"

Thomas turned at the sound of the voice to see Newt, his boyfriend, sitting on his bed, with his gaze on his phone screen.

"No," he huffed, scooting his chair back and making his way over to Newt, leaving his unfinished essay to be done at another time.

He twirled his pen in his fingers as he crossed the room. He plopped himself on the bed next to Newt and peered over his shoulder to get a peek at his phone.

"What're you watching ?" He blinked, resting his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Nothing interesting," Newt smiled, giving Thomas a sideways glance. "Did you want to watch a movie or are you actually going to finish your work ?"

"Movie, definitely." Thomas replied quickly, sitting up and shifting so he could get a better view of the screen. Newt handed him one of his earbuds and they argued on what to watch for a few minutes, before settling on some action comedy thing that Newt swore Thomas would love.

They leaned back against the pillow, and Newt wrapped an arm around Thomas' waist, using the other to hold up the phone.

As they watched, Thomas began to zone out, and continued to fidget with the pen that he had forgotten to put down. He spun it in his fingers for a few minutes, before silently uncapping it and beginning to absentmindedly draw on his hands and wrists.

He zoned back into the movie every so often, but after a while both of his hands were covered in doodles and drawings.

"Tommy, what did you do to your hands ?" Newt laughed, his voice teasing, as he paused the movie and gently grabbed Thomas' wrists. He turned them over and inspected the ink that was smudged on the brunette's skin. "That's not going to wash out easily ya know." His voice was light, and his eyes sparkled with amusement.

Thomas' face flushed, "I know, it's just something I do without thinking. It keeps my hands occupied." He smiled sheepishly, watching as Newt gently traced the shapes that he had drawn on himself.

"Well looks like you're almost out of space." Newt chuckled, intertwining their fingers and kissing Thomas' knuckles.

Newt suddenly let go, only to hold his hand back out to Thomas, his palm facing down. "You can draw on my hand if you want." He said, softly looking at Thomas with bright eyes.

The brunette swallowed, "Are you sure, I mean you said it yourself, this isn't going to wash off easily."

Newt only smiled, "I'm bloody sure Tommy, just do it." He rolled his eyes.

Thomas sighed, and gently took Newt's outstretched hand, readjusting his grip on the pen and moving closer to get a better angle. He didn't want to mess his drawing up and leave Newt stuck with a messy blob of ink on his arm for days.

He worked quickly, drawing lines, and shapes, and anything that came to his mind. He was careful to make sure his drawings worked with the curves of Newt's hand and knuckles.

When Thomas was finally satisfied with his work he capped the pen and admired his handiwork. He let his fingers graze over the shapes, and savored the feeling of the soft skin under his fingertips. Thomas bit his lip to suppress a smile. He looked at Newt. The blond had dozed off, and was breathing softly, his hair falling over his face.

Thomas smiled again at the sight and placed the pen on his nightstand, before moving Newt down to lay on his back. Before Thomas could get settled in, with his head on Newt's chest, the blond had woken from his light sleep and was blinking up at him.

"Hi" Thomas smiled, leaning down to peck Newt's lips, before finding his place nuzzled into his chest.

"Hey, Tommy" Newt laughed, quietly, his voice still slightly scratchy from his sleep. Thomas lifted his head up so he could look at Newt, his chin resting on his chest, the slight thumping of his heartbeat vibrating against Thomas.

Newt brought his hand up to Thomas' hair, gently running them through the locks, and curling some of it around his finger. He brought his other hand to the brunette's back, letting it rest in the dip between his shoulder blades.

Thomas gently grabbed the hand that was in is hair and lowered it to his lips, leaving soft kisses on Newt's fingers, and knuckles, and palm. He let go after a few moments, turning his head so that his ear was pressed against Newt's chest, and he felt the hand returned to his hair.

"Newt ?" Thomas murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion.

"Hm ?" Newt hummed a response, his eyes half closed, and drooping, though his hand continued running through the brunette's hair.

"I love you"

"I love you too, Tommy"

Thomas swore he heard Newt's heart start beating a little bit faster.

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