Smut Please (boyxboy) #wattys2016

Understand That I Love You (Newtmas)

Thomas hadn't thought he could be so happy, and yet so terrified. He hadn't known that he would be so elated to feel the burn in his chest when he saw Newt's smile light up. He hadn't known that he would love the way his hands trembled each time he took Newt's hand into his own. He hadn't known that the nights he'd spent awake, pain in his heart wishing Newt was there would be spent awake, with a different kind of pain in his heart...missing Newt and wishing tomorrow would come faster to see him again. Worst of all, he hadn't known that he could be so afraid of losing someone.

Thomas sighed, leaning his head against the glass of the car window. His head swam from the alcohol he'd been drinking.

"I can't believe you actually went to that bloody party, Tommy." Newt chastised him from the driver's seat.

Thomas leaned down farther in his seat, whimpering. "Sorry..."

Newt licked his lips, glancing at the half drunk brunette. Thomas hadn't meant to get too drunk to drive himself home. He only went because Minho had convinced him to.

"Was only gonna stay for an hour..." Thomas muttered, his voice defeated. Newt was pissed at him.

"Yeah, then why was Minho calling me at three in the bloody morning to come pick your shank ass up, huh?" Newt snapped, stopping the car hard enough that Thomas almost flew into the dahsboard.

Thomas whimpered, getting out behind Newt. He took a deep breath of the cool, fresh air, and tried to clear his head enough to walk calmly into his house. When he tried to reach out for Newt's hand, the blonde pulled it away and silently led him up to the apartment.

"I'm sorry, Newt." Thomas whimpered once more as Newt unlocked the door and almost shoved him inside.

Thomas sat down on the couch, hands clasped together, looking much like a wounded puppy. Newt fussed around, his silence putting Thomas on edge. He watched the beautiful British boy walking into the small kitchen. Newt pulled out a cup, filled it with water, and grabbed a bottle of Asprin Thomas kept on the kitchen counter.

When he returned, he handed the things over to Thomas. He hesitated, but quickly took it and opened the bottle. Thomas glanced at Newt, who'd dropped onto the couch next to him, while he turned his head back and swallowed the pill.

"Tommy, you're an idiot, you know that, right?" Newt frowned over at Thomas.

"I'm sorry..."

Newt sat silent for a while, and Thomas didn't dare to look up at him. Not until Newt spoke.

He gave a sigh, "Tommy...I'm not angry. I'm just...I'm worried, well concerned, well, are you alright?"

Thomas nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Newt.. I'm not even that drunk. Minho just wanted to make sure that I got home safe."

Newt nodded, reaching out to take Thomas's hand. The touch of skin on his put the twisting in his stomach at ease.

"You sure?"

Thomas nodded, licking his lips, and tightening his grip on Newt's hand. It was probably the alcohol, or at least he'd blame it on that, but he leaned forward suddenly and pressed his lips to Newt's. The two hadn't kissed since the day they'd confessed to each other. They'd hardly held hands. In fact, not much had changed at all since the two had started dating only a week ago.

Newt gasped, pulling back from the kiss. His face flushed red and his eyes widened in surprise. Thomas grinned at how adorable the other boy looked.

"That's not funny, Tommy." Newt narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "I thought you said you weren't that drunk."

"I'm sorry..." Thomas frowned, pulling back and putting a respectable distance between the two of them. "I won't...do that again...sorry."