Smut Please (boyxboy) #wattys2016

Crave (Minewt)

Minho and Newt are shoved into the small space that is Teresa's closet, then got locked in. "Seven minutes!" they hear Gally's voice from behind the door, followed by Thomas and Teresa's identical giggles.

"Fuck. Are we supposed to do anything? I thought no one ever plays seven minutes in heaven anymore." Newt complains.

"No, dummy. We can just sit and not do anything." Minho rolls his eyes. There's practically no space for them to sit. It fits just right for the both of them to stand up next to each other, or face-to-face, that is if they want to.

"We've been best friends for years, Minho, aren't you tired of hitting on me?"

"Are you sure you're not attracted to me? Hm?" Minho inches his face closer to Newt's and the tight space works in his favor; there isn't much room for Newt to back away. "Scared of a little bromance?"

"You kissing me isn't bromance. Wanker." Newt tries his best to avoid Minho's attempts to reach his lips. He's taller, yeah, but he can only dodge as far as the space allows him to. "Please stop."

"I'm afraid there's not much options." Minho tiptoes as much as his feet can, pressing a near-miss kiss on Newt's bottom lip. "C'mnnn." he mumbles against the skin, refusing to pull away.

"Mmmhrrghhmrrghh." Newt grumbles, and lowers himself. His lips are properly contacting with Minho's now, and it sparks something in him. Fuck. Newt wants more of it. His breath gets heavy and he feels Minho smirking against his lips.

"What the hell." he pulls away briefly, then smashes his lips against Minho's. He parts them slightly with his tongue, tilts his head, deepens the kiss with every waking second.This is amazing, what the fuck?

"Why the long wait, N?"

"Shut up and fucking kiss me."

Minho does exactly that. Fuck, he doesn't need words. He's tired of words. He's tired of half joking and half expecting Newt would take his bait and try something, anything, with him. This is all he's ever wanted; his lips capturing Newt's in a ragged dance of the slick pair and tongue. The taller boy tastes as good as he thought he would be, if not better, like a mix of mint and the cranberry chaser of the vodka they drank earlier. His skin becomes way too tempting for Minho not to touch. His fingertips traces the blond's jawline, picking up the heat radiating from the hot skin.

"Mm, you taste good. So good." Minho breathes out.

Newt tilts his head to the right. "Then taste more of me." he says, pulling the raven hair he's been tugging on towards his neck. Moans start escaping his thin lips as Minho trails kisses on his jawline, open mouthed with a hint of his tongue, occasionally nibbling on the thin skin. He moves down on his neck, then his collarbone, sinking his teeth on the latter, earning a short gasp from Newt. God, he loves every inch of Newt, especially the scent on his skin that lingers on his nose after he kissed the hell out of his sweet spots.

"Seven min.. You guys need more time?"

Gally opens the closet door to Minho almost unbuttoning Newt's shirt off, and Newt's fiddling with Minho's pants.

Newt flashes a smirk. "Maybe a little more. Close the door, will ya?"

"Wait, hold up!" Teresa rushes to the door, face soaked in horror. "You guys are NOT fucking in my closet!"

"Too late!" Newt slams the door shut.

"Whoa, whoa, N. We're gonna do this in Teresa's closet?" Minho whispers as Newt continues unzipping his pants.

"What, you don't want to?" the blond mocks, lips tugged to one side. "I'll put your pants back on if you change your mind."

"No, what the fuck? I'll fuck you right here, right now."