𝘔𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳

𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳.

finally feeding yall, also scenes are changed. It's also kinda rushed, i do apologise, i didn't want you guys to wait so long!

(Y/n)'s words had been cut short by Newt's lips. His fingers had gripped onto (Y/n)'s shirt, pulling the fabric and the boy up. Newt's hand had covered the top of (Y/n)'s head, making sure he didn't bang his head against the underside of the table.  

The boy that was getting his lips sealed, fluttered his eyes closed. His hand taken comfort in the nape of Newt's neck. The other gripped the back of Newt's thigh, bringing his leg over to his hip. Due to the close proximity, the carved animals clanged together. 

(Y/n) opened his eyes, feeling the wanted lips move away. He let out a annoyed huff. Newt let out a soft chuckle, amused with the action. (Y/n) was about to complain, wanting more of Newt, before his wishes were complied. Sort of. 

Newt started to pepper kiss around his face. His hand gently holding the side of (Y/n)'s neck, his thumb caressing the boy's jaw. Newt made himself comfortable on (Y/n)'s thighs. His lips kissing his cheek, then temple, then forehead. 

The lips that (Y/n) had seemed to be craving for the past couple of weeks, moved down to his neck. (Y/n) hid his face into the nape of Newt's neck. His breathing slightly going ragged. 

"You deserve to be happy. Away from WICKED, safe with me just like this. You deserve to want everything. To have your dreams and wishes come true." 

Newt stopped his soft kisses, arms wrapping around (Y/n)'s shoulders. The boy underneath him wrapped his arms around Newt's torso, nuzzling his head into his shoulder. 

"All I want, is you to be safe," (Y/n) whispered. Silence followed for a moment. "You know, I'll do anything for you, I'll do things to keep you alive, even if you hate it?" 

Newt let out a single laugh. His fingers gently playing with the strands of (Y/n)'s hair. "Yeah, I know," He replied. His body leaning back slightly, to look in to the (colour) eyes that he loved so much. 

"Trust me, I know." 

~

The two moved out of the large tent. The sky now a bluish-purple, cloud were spreading into it. (Y/n) saw Aris with his two friends, them laughing at something he said. Newt bumped his shoulder with (Y/n), pointing up towards Minho, Fry and Thomas. 

The three waved, before Thomas disappeared towards where Teresa was standing. Her eyes scoping the mountains ahead of them. (Y/n) lead Newt towards the fire, handing the boy a bowl of hot soup. 

As the two ate, listening to the banter around them, (Y/n) ears pricked. His hearing pushed out the voices around him. In the distance, he could hear it. The sounds of helicopters. He immediately stood up, his bowl getting smashed to the floor. 

"NO!" 

Thomas's voice screamed. (Y/n) tackled Newt, rolling their bodies towards a ditch. Within seconds, a helicopter shot a bomb, the shell exploding. (Y/n) hissed at the heat, his skin feeling uncomfortable. Newt hugged him close as more bombs went off. Cars blew up. People started to scream.