Smut Please (boyxboy) #wattys2016

Assumptions (Newtmas)

"If you can figure it out, I'll get down on my knees and kiss your bloody feet." Newt grumbled to Thomas, more than a little discouraged. Thomas raised a single eyebrow at his friend, not once glancing up from the maps he was flipping through. Minho snorted a laugh from the corner, earning a glare from the second-in-command, which was met only with another snort.

"Hm. Mouth and we got a deal." Thomas replied cooly, still not looking up from the maps. Newt almost choked. An awkward silence filled the small room and everyone looked like they were trying to figure out what Thomas had meant.

"Um...what?" Newt finally stammered, carefully studying Thomas' face. Said boy continued his casual flipping.

"You said if I figured it out, you'll get down on your knees and kiss my 'bloody' feet."

"I know what the hell I bloo...what I said." Newt shot, irritated that Thomas would choose now to make fun of his British accent. Another snort from Minho when he almost said "bloody" again.

"Well," Thomas continued like Newt had never interrupted. "My answer to you is, if you get down on my knees and kiss my mouth, then we have a deal."

Another silence, as Newt stared, dumbfounded, at his supposed friend.

"Why the hell would you even suggest that?" He stuttered, running his hand through his blonde hair. Teresa, who had been death glaring at Newt throughout the whole exchange, chose now to voice her opinion.

"Yeah, Tommy. Why would you?" She spat. Thomas' head finally snapped up at that, and he sent a hidden glare to Teresa, something only Newt picked up on. He too, felt a little annoyed at the girl. Tommy was his nickname for Thomas, not anyone else's. He felt something warm and fluttery in his stomach when Thomas defended that special right.

"Tommy? Only Newt calls me that." He reminded her, a hint of warning in his voice.

"Whatever. The point is, why would you say something like that?"

Thomas looked back down at his maps, a look of slight amusement passing over his face.

"Yeah, it is a little weird dude." Minho informed him, crossing his arms and regarding him with humor.

"Mostly because I knew you guys would react like this." Thomas admitted, a small laugh escaping his lips. His answer caused an uproar with Alby and Minho, and Teresa's tensed muscles loosened a little bit. But Newt couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that Thomas didn't want to kiss him. Not that he wanted to kiss Thomas! That'd be just....weird. And maybe a little bit heavenly. Oh shuck it, Newt knew he'd fallen hard for the boy.

Damn hormones! He thought.

"Well, whatever shank. Just figure it out already. Kiss clock's runnin' down." Newt shot, pumping his annoyance into his tone. Alby and Minho laughed at that one, making Newt feel a little bit better about himself, but the words that came out of Thomas' mouth next shot down that idea.

"It's simple. We all go into the maze, jump into that Griever hole Minho and I found, enter these words into a computer system we'll probably find down there, that'll shut down the maze, and we all escape through the lab of the people who put us here."

Everyone stared at Thomas, who, in his tangent, had put his hands flat on the table and was shifting his serious gaze to each member of the room. Newt noted, a little blushingly, that Thomas held his eyes the longest.

"Now where the shuck did you get that?" Alby asked slowly, shaking his head in fascination. Thomas gave him a small smile.

"It came with the job description." Minho laughed and clapped Thomas on the back, also shaking his head. Newt looked at the boy with disbelief, awe passing over him. However, after the initial euphoria of the discovery was over, Newt started to notice the quick looks that Minho and Alby were shooting at him. Their far from subtle glances annoyed him, and he almost asked them what they wanted before it struck him. Thomas' kiss. He glanced quickly at Thomas, and, sure enough, he was looking at him expectantly. A look at Teresa's face told him she did not want it to happen. Newt bit back a scowl. What, did she think she owned the Greenie, just because they had known each other before the maze and could communicate telepathically? Oh. Okay, maybe Teresa had a point there. No matter. Newt had no intentions of getting his hopes up only to have his heart crushed by the bloody shank in the end. He shifted his weight between his legs and started for the door.