Smut Please (boyxboy) #wattys2016

Pleasure Is Mine (Newtmas)

Thomas stepped into the dining hall mere moments after the newly wed couple. He had to admit, they did a great job on finding and decorating the place - crystal chandelier hung from the arched ceeling, spilling golden light on the creme colored walls. A few long tables surrounded the dance floor, covered in tablecloths matching the walls with a trail of white fabric stretching through the middle of each- it looked like a morning mist has nested at the tables, gathering around the scattered candles.

Minho and Ben, on the other hand, didn't seem to care about the lovely decour- they were lost in each other's eyes and, when the other guests started arriving, went to sit at the main table, leaving Thomas to study the architecture and chat with the people, making sure that everybody was comfortable and enjoying themselves. He took it upon himself to make sure everything goes according to plan- after all, he was Minho's best man.

After everybody was settled and he could finally relax, Thomas noticed a rather tall, blond young man walking around the tables and talking to the guests. Thomas recognized him as Ben's best man, but he didn't know his name.
The blond seemed to have noticed the brown haired man standing by the door and eying the room, because he now had two glasses of champagne in his hands and a smile on his lips as he walked towards Thomas, ably dodging the waiters and the folks who were still on their feet. Perhaps walking wasn't such a great term- Thomas noticed the guy had a slight limp, but it didn't look like it bothered the man as it didn't affect his movements that much.

Soon, the brunet was standing face to face with the stranger- he was only about half an inch taller than Thomas, and was wearing a raven black tux that perfectly hugged his slender figure. He blew upwards to get a strain of dark blonde hair out of his eyes before handing Thomas one of the glasses, then pushed his hair back to make sure it wouldn't get in the way anymore and shook Thomas' hand. The man was quite beautiful as well- he had the brightest smile Thomas had ever seen, and his deep brown eyes seemed mysterious, yet shimmery and sincere. His skin was smooth and his jawline seemed like you could cut your fingers if you traced it."Hey there, I don't think we've met before", he spoke. He was British. A tall, blonde Brit with a husky voice that made Thomas' insides tingle- could this guy be any more perfect? „Name's Newt, I'm Ben's best man", he added, the smile didn't come off his face. „I'm Thomas, Minho's best man. Pleasure to meet you, Newt", Thomas introduced himself, raising his glass. The guy- Newt bit his lower lip and eyed Thomas from head to toe, clinging their glasses. „Yeah, pleasure. Give it a few hours from now, and I'll be giving you just that, Tommy." He winked at him and then left, with a sly smirk on his face.

What the fuck was that, Thomas thought. He just met the guy and he was already talking about having sex with him! Or was he just kidding? Talking about something else? He surely didn't look like it. Thomas finally snapped out of it and realized he was still staring at Newt across the room.

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Thomas retired to the side of the room so he wouldn't disturb the couple, but still be able to see them cutting the enormous cake. He was startled by the sudden sound of his name coming from his side, but he calmed down as he recognized Newt's deep voice. Luckily, the man didn't seem to notice Thomas' reaction, his gaze pointed to Ben and Minho. „It's bloody beautiful, isn't it?" he asked. „Yeah, they're so happy together", Thomas replied avoiding making eye contact with the blonde, still embarrassed about his reaction and their earlier interaction. „I was talking about the cake, but yeah, I guess they are", Newt laughed. „I'm going to get a slice, you want some?" he added, rising from the chair next to Thomas. When the brunet provided a positive answer, he slid into the crowd, and was soon back with two pieces of cake. They sat there, more talking than eating, and Thomas discovered that he was getting more and more comfortable in Newt's company, until he felt like they've known each other for years.