Both of them were staring at the ceiling, smiles playing on their lips and a cute blush on their cheeks. This was one of their favorite moments together; sweaty bodies half hidden under the thin blanket, fingers intertwined, lovely words whispered to each other in the air.
"Hey, Newt?" The boy slowly turned his gaze to Thomas, admiring his beautiful moles, spread across his face and neck like stars on the early night sky.
"Yes, love?" Thomas was still focused on the ceiling, beginning to turn his head to his lover now, blushing lightly at the sight of him staring, the cutest smile plastered on his face.
"Do you want to dance?"
The question surprised Newt, but he thought it was an adorable request. They shared a sweet moment of eye contact and a kick kiss, and Thomas slowly brought their hands to his lips, kissing Newt's knuckles and fingertips, while still gazing into his eyes expecting an answer.
Newt blushed and giggled "Naked?"
Thomas laughed and shrugged, letting go of his hand and pulling him closer. "If you want to"
Both pictured the scene and burst out laughing. "No, let's put something on" He slipped out of Thomas' arms to escape the bed and it made him frown.
"Okay, mum" Thomas grabbed Newt from behind and pulled him to the bed again, pinning him down and tickling him nonstop.
"S-stop" Newt was laughing uncontrollably, kicking the hair and trying to push him away (unsuccessfully). "Tommy, l-let me go" A new wave of loud laughter filled the room.
"Only if you dance with me right now"
"Fine! Of course I want to dance with you" Thomas smiled and let go of the boy. Newt was already picking up clothes lying on the floor and throwing them on the bed. He got up and walked around the bed, reaching for him and kissing his neck from behind while he put a large white t-shirt on.
"That's mine"
"I know"
He giggled and went to get another one from the closet, knowing Newt's probably wouldn't fit him, and caught a glance of him slipping his boxers on. God, he was absolutely stunning. His slim figure, his messy hair, his angelic face being hit by the morning sun rays, everything. Newt noticed him staring, almost drooling, and started walking in his direction, a small smile in his lips. He wrapped his hands around Thomas' waist and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
"Let me help you with that." he took the blue shirt from his hands.
"Newt I don't need help dressing"
"Shut up"
Thomas sighed and let Newt try it, and what was supposed to be a cute moment turned out to be hilarious; his arms were everywhere and his head was stuck. Newt was laughing and stepped back so Thomas could fix it, fetching his boxers for him.
He kneeled in front of him and both smirked, Newt slowly slid the boxers up his legs and pulled him closer.
They shared a wonderful, slow kiss, and then Thomas picked him up bridal style, earning a laugh from him. He headed out of the room, carefully so he wouldn't bump Newt's head anywhere, and put him down on the living room floor. It was a wide space with plenty of room to dance around.
Newt placed his arms around his neck and Thomas wrapped his arms around his hips, smiling widely at him as he leaned closer to kiss him. Newt turned his head and laughed, turning down the kiss. He came closer and kissed his neck lightly.
"Thought you just wanted to dance"
Thomas sighed "Fine"
"Don't we need music?"
"Nah"
Thomas was trying to guide Newt, awfully dancing around and giggling at how ridiculous they probably looked. They would step on each other sometimes and Thomas would tickle him as both an apology when it was his fault and a punishment when it happened to him.
Their bare feet awkwardly stepped and hopped on the wooden floor, and their t-shirts were starting to stick to their bodies with the sweat.
Thomas held Newt in the air, staring at the gorgeous boy above him, admiring his beauty, and twirling him around the room sometimes.
The sound of his lover's laughs filled his ears like a wonderful melody. He had never been happier, in fact, none of them had. It was a beautiful moment, just two boys without pants dancing around the house they got for themselves, building their lives with moments like this one.
Newt rested his head on his shoulder once more, trying to even his breath and control laugher. "I love you, Tommy"
"I love you too, Newt. I love you so much"
