Paradise - A Newt Imagine

Chapter Thirteen

Dear God, did Newt know what subtly was? Because if so he was doing a great impression of an ignorant fool. He seemed to have grown pensive, splashed water on some of his fires until they sizzled to a stop whereas your anger sweltered throughout Paradise.

Your painted lips pursed in a red line as you lined up a shot, bringing your elbow back and striking the ball with the cue. It rolled over the green felt and banged into the side.

You groaned and lent the cue against the wall.
"C'mon." Chase sighed, grabbing your cue and pressing it into your hand, the wood cold against your palm. He cupped your hand and pressed his chest to your back, breath warm against your neck. "You've got to line it up properly, sugar." he murmured.

You drew your elbow back, looked down the stick and lined it up with the white ball. Squinting your eyes you took the shot just as Chase lightly nipped the shell of your ear. The ball rolled over and over until it smacked the red, sending it ricocheting off the corner of a hole.

"You're very distracting." you turned your head slightly so you could see him, his face flawless as the harsh light fell on him. He hummed lightly against your neck and all you could think was that he was pure seduction.

"Maybe we should just ditch the pool. Go back to my place." he breathed, delicately pressing his lips to the curve of your jaw.

"I can't." you whined, turning in his embrace so you were pinned between him and the pool table, slipping a finger over the planes of his face. "I promised Olly and Mickey a movie night." his lips were mere millimetres from yours, his warm breath hitting your face and fanning over your cheeks.

He tilted his head so his lips touched yours just enough to leave your heart thumping. "Then I guess we'll have to make the most of right now, huh babygirl?" he tilted his head to the left and angled his lips so they pressed against yours just enough to make you push yours back.

Chase slid one arm around your waist and under your shirt to the small of your back, splaying his fingers across your skin. Another worked it's way under your hair to the back of your neck, pulling you harder into his lips while all the while pinning you between him and the pool table.

Chase's kisses suddenly becoming fast and impatient. He worked his way down to your neck, peppering kisses on your chin before sucking lightly on your jaw. His hands found your hips and held them in a vice like grip as you tangled your fingers in his hair; both hands working  to tug at his raven locks.

"Chase." you whispered, trailing your fingers down the sides of his face before gripping his cheeks, forcing his to look at you. His black eyes stared holes in you, creating fires in your veins and floods in your brain. He had all the features of a beautiful boy; flawless skin, sorrowful eyes, soft lips and hands that seemed to mould you into what ever shape he wanted. You were amazed by him, infatuated.

And yet you were in love with Newt. Even after all this time.

But love was not what you needed right now. Right now, all you needed was infatuation.

Chase was stale cigarette smoke, empty highways, old guitars and faded leather. He was campfire stories that kept you up at night, slender trees, rusted metal and the call of birds on an open plane. He was odd and mysterious but he was longing and he was desire.

Newt is scars covered crudely in a bandage he is a crowded room but an empty body. Echoing hallways and heavy footsteps, the dread of losing those few things that kept you alive. Yet he is the freedom of a dove soaring in the waves, he is warm hugs and burning passion. He is still longing,  but above all, he is hope.

You pushed your lips to Chase's, tasting whatever liquor he had burned onto his tongue earlier. Your hands ghosting over his face, gripping his hair.

Pulling. Pushing. Wanting. Needing.

You kissed all over his face, each of his eyelids then just above his top lip before returning to his mouth. "Chase." you whispered. His name was a secret only his skin was privileged enough to hear.

"Yeah baby." he gasped, kissing you hard, your back digging into the polished wood of the table. His eyes were as dark as his hair, raven and grim in the dim light. "Christ." he moaned, burying his hands in your  hair and pulling slightly as he roughly kissed you.

"Come back to my place sugar, please, just for a little while." he pleaded. You regarded him. 

You sighed, pecking his kiss-swollen lips once more, "Only for a little while. Then you have to drive me straight to Olly and Mickey's."  You said sternly. He flashed a boyish grin, winking.

"Anything for you, princess."

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Half an hour later you were perched on Chase's desk, your hands pinned either side of your head as he kissed you breathless."You have no idea about this things I wanna do to you baby." his voice was husky in your ear; his actions almost animal as he sucked on the small pocket of skin between your collar bones.

At that moment, your phone sounded. The ringtone was loud and upbeat as it sliced through the atmosphere. Chase groaned as you smiled apologetically, reaching for it and clicking accept.

"Where the hell are you?" Olly's voice exploded down the line.

"I'm fine I'm fine. I'm at Chase's." you ran your spare hand through your hair,resting your mobile against your shoulder and tilting your head to listen as you pulled on your shoes.

"Well you better get your ass over here right now because we have a problem." you stopped lacing your boots.

"What problem?" you bit your lip. Chase  furrowed his brow but you just waved your hand, gesturing for him to get ready. 'I need to go' you mouthed. He nodded and left the room.

"Gally problems. And Minho problems. Newt problems and Chase problems and guy problems." she all but shouted.

You sighed. "I'll be there in ten."

"No you will be here in five or I'm beating you to death." With that she hung up.

You heard Chase rev the motorbike and grabbed your bag. Jesus, did Paradise know not calm?

*is casually embarrassed by this* BUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER THINGS GET REAL JUICY AND BY REAL JUICY I MEAN SMUT SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT SORT OF THING 1) why are you reading this book lmao it's only gunna get dirtier and 2) oops sorry just skip lol

And just as an aside Chase is my type I love him he's so nice and sexy af like jesus someone call the fire brigade.

Me and void_glader_girl are going to comic con on Sunday so I cry but seriously we're goals

Also Halsey and The Weekend are life agh yessssss

aha still cringing but you make out with Chase so all is fine

I love y'all, stay beautiful x