What if?

Chapter 30 *Smut Warning!*

SMUT WARNING

As the night slowly came, Newt thought about his 'thoughts' again, breaking the comfortable silence between him and Thomas.

"Hey Tommy...?"

"Yeah, Newt?" Thomas replied, turning his head to look at him.

Newt fidgeted a little, before speaking up. "Um, I need to ask you something," he looked around, "but can we head to your tent before?"

Thomas frowned, puzzeled, but nodded. "Yeah, sure. Let's go." he said, taking Newt's hand and leading him to his tent.

Once they were inside, Thomas closed the tent flap behind them and turned to look at Newt. "Alright, what's up?"

Newt looked anywhere but at Thomas, feeling nervous. "Um, okay so uh... I don't really know where to start." he chuckled nervously.

Thomas took a step closer, a look of concern on his face. "Hey, it's alright. Just take a deep breath and tell me what's on your mind. You know you can tell me anything."

Newt took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "Okay... it's just... you know how we talked about the, uh, the thoughts i've been having...?"

Thomas nodded, his expression a mix of curious and worried. "Yeah, I remember. What about them?"

"Well, the thing is... I kinda thoughts about them and um, I-I want to do it..." Newt mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.

Thomas raised an eyebrow, his heart skipping a beat. "You want... wait, you want to do the things you've been thinking about?" he asked, his cheeks turning red too.

Newt nodded, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "Yeah.. I know it sounds crazy, but... I think I'm ready to, you know, do my first time with you... And of course if your not ready we don't have to rush anything! Oh god this is so embarrassing..." he mumbled fast, his voice barely above a whisper.

Thomas felt a rush of emotions at Newt's words. Surprise, excitement, and a hint of nerves. "Newt... are you sure? We don't have to do anything you're not completely comfortable with." he said, his voice a bit shaky.

Newt nodded, his hands starting to shake a little. "I'm sure, I'm really, really sure. I've been thinking about it, and I think I'm ready." he said, looking up at Thomas with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. "Are you...?"

Thomas swallowed hard, a wave of nerves and excitement washing over him. "Yeah, I am. I just... I want it to be perfect for both of us, you know? I don't want to do anything wrong." he said, his voice low and hoarse.

Newt took a step closer to Thomas, his eyes locked on his. "You won't do anything wrong, I know you won't. I trust you, Tommy." he said softly, his heart racing in his chest.

Thomas drew a deep breath, trying to calm his own nerves. "Okay, okay... we'll take things slow. And if you get uncomfortable or want to stop, just tell me and we will, alright?"

Newt nodded eagerly. "I will, I promise. I want this too, more than anything." As Thomas pulled him into a deep kiss, they stumbled backward, landing on Thomas's pile of sheets with a thud, Thomas on top of Newt.

They kissed passionately, hands roaming each other's bodies. Newt slipped his hands under Thomas's shirt, touching his bare skin. Thomas gasped, breaking the kiss to pull his shirt off, and then eagerly helped Newt out of his own.

They paused for a moment, both of them catching their breath as they took in the sight of each other. Newt's hands ran lightly over Thomas's chest, his fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. "You're so handsome, Tommy..." he whispered, his voice husky.