Smut Please (boyxboy) #wattys2016

Newt loves strawberries, and likes likes likes Thomas.

Newt pulled his rain jacket closer into his body. He was bloody freezing. Though, he couldn't really blame anyone but himself. Someone had told him to call an Uber, but he had refused because walking in the wind was a great way to think about other things other then school.

Or so he thought.

Huffing, he walked faster. He shouldn't really care about the stupid Uber he could have taken because face it; he was broke. Also, it's not like the Uber would believe he's 18. which he is not. His mother had given him 100 bucks about two weeks ago. He had bought a pair of pants and the rest went to books. He couldn't help myself. So here he was walking in the wind, freezing. He thought maybe it would have been nice and sweet.

Guess not.

Newt just really wanted to get home, from the wind, so he picked up his pace and jogged down the street.

He also wished Thomas was there to give him a jacket and hold him close, wanting to feel the hair on his face tickle his forehead.

Once he had finally gotten home, his lungs heaving for air, he saw his mother grabbing food from the back of her SUV. He nodded at her, for he wasn't the one for many words. Morally, no words at all when it comes to others. His mother was used to it.

"Newton, darling. I have family court in the morning. So I'll be leaving to London tonight." They lived three hours away from London. Newt's mother was a family social worker who always attends court these days, so Newt is used to being alone. Walking into the house, behind his mother, he was the bag she was carrying. He noticed through the thin plastic, blueberries, raspberries and of course strawberries.

"You want some?" Thomas' voice made shivers run down Newt's spine. As Newt nodded slowly, Thomas slowly and ever so tauntingly crawled onto the bed, not letting the strawberry fall from his mouth. It was Thomas's bed. Newt was literally legs curled to his chest knees under his chin sitting on Thomas's bed.

"Mum, I- uhh." She turned and raised an eyebrow as he stuttered out his words, though she knew what he was going to ask for. She didn't care about his loving of strawberries.

"When are you leaving?" And that's not what she was expecting.

Newt had put the food away, while his mother packed an overnight bag. She came downstairs later and hugged him. She also told him not to be late for school tomorrow morning. He waved as she drove out of the park space and she smiled, making kissy faces. Newt smiled back, then turned and went inside, closing the door after him. He literally didn't know what to do in a empty house. He had been alone only so many times and all he had done was watch t.v and not live like a hermit in his room. Newt headed upstairs grabbing the house phone on the way. As he walked up the stairs, he dialed Thomas's number.

Maybe he can come over for a while. Maybe even sleepover. Newt felt giddy.

"It looks cold outside." Thomas mumbled, passing a strawberry to the younger teen. Newt nodded, taking the fruit. Shaking his head, Thomas leaned close to Newt.

"I love your voice, though you never use it."

No one knew of Thomas and Newt. Which was fine and for the best of it. Newt had just turned 15 and Thomas almost turning 22. They were sneaking around. Sometimes Newt would lay in bed praying that he was the only one Thomas's was sneaking around with.

"Hello?" The voice sounded tired and drained. Newt literally felt the need to throw the phone at the wall, mainly because it wasn't Thomas. Before Newt can even say hello back, he heard Thomas speaking into the phone, panting.