Smut Please (boyxboy) #wattys2016

The Greatest Gift is a Kinky Gift (Newtmas)

The two of them had been forced to keep their hands to themselves, as any PDA's in front of Newt's parents would have probably resulted in Chaos. Of course, Mr Isaac's didn't know that Thomas was spreading his son's legs every single other day and fucking his brains out-normally. Newt said they shouldn't tell his family yet. They didn't even say they were living together.

They had lied about being neighbours, and Thomas earning respect saving his cat, Mr Ruffles Junior, from falling off a roof when she was a kitten.

This was a half-lie, as the latter part was true, but they were neighbours a year ago. They both decided to move together, as it made their individual cost of billing easier combined.

After the cheerios and byes from the Isaac family 'Newt, I didn't know you had such an adorable niece! Why didn't you tell me?' 'I did, you just forgot!' Distancing themselves away from the house, out of Newt's family's sight, they smirked at each other. Thomas held out his hand for his boyfriend to take. Newt takes the hand and squeezes it, embarrassed and thankful Thomas went through that ordeal of meeting his family-especially Aunt Sonya.

They both walk to the car, hand in hand, and thinks of that will be going on later.

Hanky panky and a bit of kinkiness, most certainly.

They haven't had any sex for about month, as Newt had a flu at the beginning of December, which made it difficult for them to have sex, as the blond was naturally the one who would do the most dick sucking (not saying Thomas did nothing-he was a god in his own ways when it came to blowjobs, in the Brit's opinion). So they had been sexually fustrated for half a months, and when Newt actually got better, Thomas had ordered some sex toys to spice it up, but said toys were not delivered until yesterday, where it would hve been a bad ida to fuck Newt, as his family had invited them, and the brit with a limp and an schunched up face whenever he sat would have raised a lot of eyebrows.

The journey back to their place was a bit frantic, Thomas keeping his eyes to the road instead of staring at Newt, who was glancing at him from shotgun, smirking, but never saying a word, although karma bit the sneaky tease with a boner for the wrong pants, poor soul-the blond looked so uncomfortable in those jeans.

So Thomas slowly drives the car into the garage, as slow as the engines could allow him, and he kept on smirking at Newt, thinking about all the kinky shit he could have done at his family's Christmas dinner.

Newt warned Thomas that he was not going to wear a vibrating dildo, as this was not the erotic books he reads, but very much real life, nevertheless, a compromise was made, whereas Newt was going to wear blindfolds and be bound to the bed for about a whole day, where Thomas could come in and do whatever he wanted to Newt. To be honest, he wasn't as happy about it as the other was.

Anything for his Tommy.

'Even murder?' Newt remembers Thomas saying that, smirking.

"Hey." Thomas finally says. Newt looks up from his phone, his mom sending a text saying how much of a fit lad that Thomas was.

"Ughh, mom!" Newt groans, showing the text to the brunet.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"She's onto us."

The blond looks at Thomas and smirks, "For a moment there, I thought that you were going to say that she was right, like your natural egoistic self."

"You and your long words!" The brunette happily sticks his tongue out, while unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning to kiss Newt.

"Well, not as long as you," He says, whispering into the doe eyed boy and cusping the fabric of Thomas' jeans, which they both groan in appreciation. They keep on doing this until Newt mumbles half-kiss that they need to get out.