For As Long As I Can Remember

Unnerving Nick

"Newt." Minho let his name slip through his pursed lips upon seeing him.
"Minho." Newt approached him quickly before stopping suddenly a few feet from him.
Neither boy could bare the distance nor the silence so at once both of them said, in tones of great importance, "I'm sorry."
It was an odd expression that danced across Minho's face at this moment. It was an odd expression followed by a slight smile and an even slighter blush. Then they both began to talk at once until Newt paused and said,
"You go first."
"No." Minho shook his head, "You go first."
"You sure?"
Minho nodded more furiously.
"Okay." Newt swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, before he went on tentatively, "I'm sorry I kissed you. I never should have and I'm really sorry. I just want to be friends again Minho, I'm so sorry."
Minho blinked twice in the silence left in the aftermath of the statement. Newt felt the other boy's gaze rest upon his lips and he shuddered slightly. Minho gazed at him now, eerily quiet, with a profound expression revealing that his mind was working in overdrive.
Breaking that silence Newt continued his ramble, "And I'm sorry I called you weak. That wasn't fair of me to do and I never should've gotten mad at you. I never should've yelled or-"
"Stop."
Newt was caught off guard, "Minho I-"
"Stop apologizing." Minho's face scrunched into a look of thoughtfulness unlike his usual disposition, "I'm not mad at you."
"But you told me you didn't want to see me anymore."
"It was a mistake. You were right. I was just," He looked down at the ground, "Scared."
Newt stepped forward closing the distance between the two of them when Minho's eyes met his with a new and foreign interest.
"It's okay to be scared." Newt gazed so deeply into Minho's eyes that he wanted to turn away but was bound by some unknown force to gaze back into them, "I just need to know what you want."
Minho opened his mouth to say something but he promptly closed it once more. Newt looked at him expectantly with his heart threatening to pound its way out of his chest. Minho spoke in a slow drawling whisper, "I'm no good with words."
"Then show me." Newt spoke back, his voice of an equal volume. Minho's breaths were hot and heavy as they left his parted lips. He looked at Newt; his big eyes round and ever comforting and his teeth peeking through his lips all the way down to his sharp cut collar bones that jutted out of his skin just above the neckline of his shirt. Minho looked back up at Newt's face. He bit his lip while his internal thoughts fought each other over what decision to make. They fought for only seconds before Minho found himself kissing Newt. Newt let out a short gasp that was quickly stifled by Minho's lips against his own. Minho felt the other boy's lips twist into a smile against his own as his long arms reached up around his shoulders pulling him closer.
"I suppose you've made your choice." Newt pulled away to say.
Minho looked at him with a new sparkle in his eyes, "I hope you can make my choice worth my time."
Minho had hardly finished his sentence when Newt began to kiss him once more. This time the kisses were harder, deeper, more desperate as he pressed his body closer to Minho's until there was no room between them. Minho was shocked but he was no longer scared, or at least in this moment he'd forgotten to be. He grappled with his grip on Newt before he pushed back on him. Newt stumbled backwards but Minho caught him swiftly in his arms.
"I'm sorry." Minho laughed a little.
"No more bloody apologies please." Newt smirked back at him.
"Fair enough." Minho turned Newt back towards the wall and kissed him again. With the wall at his back and Minho's body pressed against his front Newt was locked in place, with not a single complaint. Newt found his smile bumping teeth with Minho's and their noses struggling to find their own space. Minho brought his hands up over Newt's shoulders and over the back of his neck until he was running his fingers through his hair. He gripped it tightly as he shoved Newt roughly against the wall; maybe he was getting a little too ahead of himself, but he just wanted more and more of him each second he existed here with him, because he heard Newt let out a little grunt of pain and he pulled back worried that he'd hurt him.
"Are you okay?" Minho traced Newt's arms gently with the pads of his fingertips.
Newt let out a shaky breath along with the words, "Shit, Minho."