What if?

Chapter 31

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The morning sun filtered in through the crack in the curtains, casting a warm, golden light into the room. Newt stirred, blinking blearily as he slowly awoke from a deep sleep. He was still wrapped in Thomas's arms, and the feeling of warmth and comfort that washed over him made him smile.

He shifted a little, turning to look at Thomas, who was still sleeping beside him. Newt couldn't help but admire his handsome features as he slept, his face relaxed and peaceful. Newt's thoughts turned to the previous night, the memories of their passion and intimacy still fresh in his mind.

Newt gently disentangled himself from Thomas's arms, careful not to wake him, and stood up from the bed. He stretched and winced as the soreness in his muscles made itself known. He could still feel the aftermath of their lovemaking, a pleasant ache that reminded him of the intensity of their passion.

He started to dress up, not noticing Thomas slowly waking up. Thomas opened his eyes slowly, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he watched Newt getting dressed. "Mornin'," he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.

Newt turned at the sound of Thomas's voice, his lips curving into a smile as well. "Morning, sleepyhead," he replied, buttoning up his shirt.

Thomas stretched, letting out a low groan. "I could blame you for that. You wore me out, you know."

"Oh please," Newt countered, rolling his eyes playfully. "As if you didn't enjoy every minute of it."

Thomas chuckled, his eyes lingering on Newt's form as he continued to dress. "Can't argue with that," he agreed. He sat up, letting the sheet fall away, his bare chest on full display.

Newt couldn't help but appreciate the sight, his eyes skimming over Thomas's toned physique. "You're not wearing anything," he pointed out, trying to keep his voice neutral.

Thomas smirked, his eyes never leaving Newt. "And whose fault is that, hm? I seem to remember someone being in a rather eager hurry to get me undressed last night."

Newt felt a blush creeping up his cheeks, but he tried to act nonchalant. "Well, I was just helping you out. You know, saving time and all that."

Thomas chuckled, catching the clothes that Newt tossed at him. "Bossy," he teased, but he started to pull on his boxer shorts anyway. "What's the rush, anyway?"

Newt shrugged, trying to hide how distracted he was by the sight of Thomas half-naked. "We have things to do today, you know. We can't just lounge around in bed all day. And I'm kinda hungry."

Thomas smirked again, noticing how Newt's eyes lingered on his chest. "You keep staring at me like that, and I'll have you back in bed before you can even think about breakfast," he teased.

Newt's cheeks flushed again, and he quickly looked away. "Shut up... Get yourself dressed already."

Thomas smirked, but he finally started getting dressed. "Can't blame a guy for trying," he said, pulling on his jeans and shirt.

Newt cleared his throat, trying to ignore the sight of Thomas's toned muscles disappearing beneath clothes. "You're so annoying, you know that?"

Thomas chuckled as he finished dressing. "It's one of my many charms, I think." He ruffled his hair, then gestured to Newt. "All right, I'm dressed. Happy now?"

"Very," Newt responded, and he was only half lying. He would have loved it if Thomas had remained half naked all day long, but that wasn't an option. "Now let's go get breakfast. I'm starving."