Smut Please (boyxboy) #wattys2016

Under The Table (Newtmas)

When Minho mentioned that his new girlfriend was coming over, Thomas had inwardly groaned. He knew what Minho was going to say. He had a friend named Newt that he'd introduced Thomas to a while back. And Minho just loved the way Thomas acted around Newt.

But Minho didn't know something. Thomas and Newt had gotten together many times without Minho, on shameless Saturday nights when neither had anything better to do. they let out their frustrations on each other. It started with just a quick kiss, just to make the other feel wanted. Then it turned to secretly shagging each other whenever they could get time.

Neither really wanted their mutual friend to know. They felt it would make things awkward. Although they had gone on a few dates, just little ones that would eventually end up clothesless and sweaty, neither were actually ready for a relationship. So they settled with Friends with Benefits. With a few strings attached.

But he texted Newt anyway, knowing Minho wouldn't take no for an answer, if he was up for the double date. He might get something out of it anyway. And the other seemed overjoyed to be invited.

When Thomas knocked on his friend's door, Newt opened with no hesitation, and a subtly smirk playing on his lips.

"Hello Tommy." Newt pecked Thomas' cheek as he walked by and down to Thomas' car. A quiet "hey" was muttered back before Thomas rushed to get into the car behind him.

They quietly drove back to Thomas' apartment together, in a silence that one wouldn't exactly call awkward, more lusty. Newt was staring at Thomas with the same smirk not faltering. Thomas continuously glanced over at Newt, and met his eyes every single time.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" He asked taking one hand off the wheel to rub his face. But Newt didn't answer, just chuckled and leaned over to place kisses on the other boy's shoulder. Then licked up his neck and sucking his earlobe into his mouth. He could hear Thomas swallow loudly.

"Stop...stop we're here Newt." Thomas breathed out. But as he went to reach for the door handle, Newt grabbed his wrist to stop him from leaving. He placed his mouth on the side if Thomas's shoulder, just where his shirt ended, and sucked harshly. Thomas attempted to push him away, although he wasn't actually sure if he wanted to.

Newt continued, try to form a light pink mark on the boy. He would have stopped when Thomas pushed him away, but the content sigh signaled that he was enjoying it at least a little bit. And as soon as he was satisfied, he opened his own door and crawled out without a word. Thomas just smiled and followed his boy back inside.

Thomas and Newt sat side by side at the quaint dinner table, across from Minho and his girlfriend, whose name Thomas couldn't remember. And as far as he knew, she didn't know his name either.

Until the middle of dinner, the double date had been fine, although Thomas could still feel Newts eyes on him. He glanced over at the boy, he was looking at him out of the corner of his eye. Newt had already finished his dinner and was now just staying for conversation. But it seemed he had not been focusing on what was being said.

Newt subtly grabbed Thomas' hand, which he thought nothing about, until the smaller boy placed it into his lap and Thomas could feel that the other boy was hard. Newt didn't show that anything had happened. Just continued nodding and listening to the girl telling some story about her college. But Thomas' eyes grew wide as he glanced over at Newt.

The blonde boy let go of Thomas' hand, only to slide it slowly up the other's thigh. Over, and over, and over again. And Thomas could barely hide the hitch in his breathing when he got too close. Newt was thankful that Thomas had worn paints that didn't have a zipper, just a few buttons to keep them closed. It would be less noticeable to get them open. Which he did, but not before leaning over to whisper into Thomas' ear.