What if?

Chapter 29

The days following the tumultuous fight, Newt and Thomas found comfort in each other's presence. They continued to talk, spending time together, and slowly rebuilding the trust that had been broken. Despite the underlying tension caused by Teresa's presence, Newt found himself drawn to Thomas's warmth and comfort.

Newt couldn't shake off the image of Thomas from his mind. His eyes closed, he imagined the feeling of Thomas's touch, the way his hands roamed over his body, and the gentle kisses he left on his skin.

The thoughts were both exciting and frightening. Newt had never been one to indulge in fantasies, but when it came to Thomas, it was like he couldn't control what was happening inside his mind.

Every glance, every touch, every moment they spent together only served to spark these thoughts further. Newt found himself caught in a maelstrom of emotions, the guilt of his thoughts warring with the desire burning within him.

Newt tried to ignore the feeling, but it was futile. He found himself stealing glances at Thomas when he thought no one was looking, his heart racing whenever they accidentally touched.

Thomas was always observant, and he couldn't help but notice the way Newt was acting. He noticed the stolen glances, the awkward silences, and the nervous way Newt tensed up whenever they got too close.

Feeling concerned, Thomas decided to approach Newt about it. He found him sitting alone by the campfire one evening and sat down next to him.

"Hey," he said softly, nudging Newt's shoulder. "You alright? You've been kind of quiet lately."

Newt started, his mind snapping back to the present. "What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just been... thinking about some stuff, that's all," he mumbled, trying to look casual.

Thomas didn't buy it for a second. He knew Newt too well. "You're a terrible liar, you know that, right?" he said, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Newt grumbled, knowing full well that Thomas was right. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But seriously, it's nothing. Just overthinking some stuff." he tried to keep his voice casual.

Thomas's gaze didn't waver. "Newt, you can talk to me. You know that, right? Whatever it is that's bothering you, you can tell me." he said, gently placing a hand on Newt's shoulder.

Newt sighed, knowing he couldn't hide from Thomas. "It's just... I've been having... thoughts, okay? And they're messed up. I don't even know why I'm thinking these things. It's stupid. I'm stupid." He grumbled, his face turning pink.

Thomas's expression softened, recognizing the pain in Newt's voice. "Hey, hey. You're not stupid. And whatever thoughts you're having, they're not stupid either. They're just thoughts. And I'm willing to listen, no matter what they are."

Newt chewed his lip, torn between wanting to confide in Thomas and wanting to hide his shame. "I... I can't even say it out loud. It's so... messed up. And you'll think I'm a complete psycho if I tell you."

Thomas held his gaze, his hand moving to cup Newt's cheek. "Newt, look at me. I promise, no matter what it is, I won't think you're a psycho. I'd never think that about you. Ever. You're too important to me."

Newt's heart skipped a beat at Thomas's words. The way he looked at him, the way he spoke to him... it made his heart ache. "You mean it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Thomas nodded, his thumb tracing over Newt's cheekbone. "Of course I mean it. You're my boyfriend, Newt. I care about you more than anything. Whatever you're going through, we'll get through it together, alright?"

Thomas took Newt's hands in his, squeezing them lightly. "Newt, seriously? After what I've done to you? You deserve so much better, I'm the one who doesn't deserve you." he smiled.