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Newt's chest heaved with each breath, and Thomas could feel the thump of their hearts against their chests. Thomas felt like his heart was about to explode out of his chest. His mind was a jumble of confusion and other emotions he couldn't place. It was like a switch had been flipped inside him, and he couldn't turn it off.

Thomas didn't know what to do, the only thing that could slip out his mouth was a mumble. "I hate you."

Newt laughed, "Yeah?" he said, in a low whisper. "Well I hate you too, Tommy. So fuck it." Newt grabbed a fist full of Thomas's hair and pull him in, smashing both their lips together.

Thomas felt a rush of shock and surprise as their lips collided. He tried to push Newt away, but the other boy's grip on his hair was strong. Newt's lips moved against his own, and Thomas felt a jolt of heat shoot through him. For a moment, Thomas forgot everything else, all he could focus on was the unexpected pleasure he felt from the kiss.

Then the bathroom light flickered. It made him regain his senses. He didn't want to like this. He didn't want to feel this way. He finally managed to push Newt away, gasping for breath.

He stared at Newt, his heart hammering in his chest. "What the hell was that?" Thomas said, his voice unsteady. He was still trying to catch his breath, his mind still reeling from the kiss. He couldn't believe what had just happened.

Newt chuckled, a hint of smugness in his voice. "That was payback, Tommy." He leaned in, his eyes locked onto Thomas's. "Now it's my turn to make you feel something you don't want to feel," he whispered. And with that, he kissed Thomas again, his lips pressing firmly against the other boy's.

The bathroom light started to flicker again, only more violently this time. Newt pushed Thomas back against the wall.  Kissing him as hard as he could, kissing him till he ran out of breath.

Thomas felt overwhelmed by this kiss. He frantically grabbed onto newts shirt. Newt's lips were hot and persistent, his hands gripping Thomas's body tightly as if he wasn't allowed to move away. The flickering lights added another layer of intensity to the passionate kiss, the room flashing with the erratic blinks of the lights, making the moment feel even more surreal. Thomas was lost in a whirlpool of anger, lust, and confusion, making him unable to think straight.

Thomas tried to push Newt away, but the blonde-haired boy had a firm grip on him. Thomas whimpered as he was pushed back against the wall, Newt's lips still firmly planted onto his own. Suddenly, Thomas felt Newt's tongue slide into his mouth, causing a shiver to run down his spine. He let out a gasp, but Newt only deepened the kiss, Newts tongue explored his mouth hungrily.

Thomas resisted the kiss at first, his body stiff and unresponsive. But as Newt's tongue explored his mouth, something shifted within him. A strange, dizzy pleasure began to take hold of him. His body involuntarily responded to the kissing, his mouth falling open to allow Newt's tongue deep inside. Thomas gasped, letting out a muffled moan as the pleasure washed over him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

Thomas could taste newt. A mix of liquor, cigarettes, and something else, something sweet.

Despite his growing pleasure, Thomas felt a wave of hatred wash over him. He hated how Newt made him feel. He hated that he had somehow fallen into this. He hated even more that he couldn't seem to pull himself away. He felt helpless, like a puppet on strings, forced to dance to Newt's tune. And he hated it.

Newt pulled away just a bit, looking Thomas in the eyes, panting heavily and smirking. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, satisfaction etched on his face.
"You know, Tommy," he said, his voice low and teasing, "You might just like it." With those words, he slid a hand down to the front of Thomas's pants and rubbed him, a sly smirk playing on his lips.