Smut Please (boyxboy) #wattys2016

He Threatened You and I Got Angry (Newtmas)

"Are you actually bloody kidding me?"

Thomas heard Newt's agitated tone before he even left the maze. As he emerged from the exit he saw a group of boys with someone yet to be identified at his boyfriend's feet, the tenseness in his shoulders was obvious even with the distance. He and Minho glanced at each other and began to jog towards the group.

"What the hell is happening?" Minho shouted, causing a few boys to look up at him. Newt continued to stare at whom he identified as one of Gally's buddies whose name he still hadn't bothered to learn.

"This bloody shank," Newt spat, angrily gesturing to the boy on the ground. "Seems to have forgotten that there's rules around here."

Thomas looked at the kid's face, taking notice of his cheekbone where a bruise was already forming, and moved his gaze to Newt's hand, which was red and curled slightly at his side. He reached up and put his left hand on the back of Newt's neck, massaging the tense muscles, watching his shoulders relax slightly. He would have smiled if he hadn't been so concerned.

"Newt, calm down." Thomas murmured into his ear. He took Newt's slightly damaged hand into his own. "It's been dealt with. Let Alby handle it from here."

Newt glanced up at Alby and studied his face for a moment. Their leader nodded and Newt sent one last look to the boy before stepping backwards slightly. Thomas switched his hands so his right was now on Newt's neck and used it to guide him away from the group.

"C'mon love it's okay." Thomas steered Newt towards the forest to where their special place was. He could still feel Newt fuming beside him.

Thomas led them deep into the forest straight to their spot. After they started their relationship, they didn't want to shove it in the faces of the other gladers. One day when Thomas was in the maze and Newt was particularly stressed, he roamed around in the dark trees before he came across a small clearing. Just enough sunlight filtered in between the trees to make it easy to see but it was very dull, and wasn't too overpowering. The grass was incredibly soft, making it easy to lay down without a shirt, or anything else for that matter, without worrying about irritating their skin. As soon as Thomas had returned and mapped his findings, Newt drug him into the forest to show him. No one saw them for the rest of the evening.

They broke through the trees into the clearing and Thomas led them to the center, stopping Newt and turning him to face him. Newt's brow was furrowed and his eyes were still downcast. Thomas sighed and cupped Newt's face, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Newt's expression remained unchanging but Thomas noticed his eyes fluttering open as he pulled away. He put his hands on Newt's shoulders and pushed him down to sit with his legs crossed. He sat down in front of him and rested his hands on his own knees. Newt just sat staring slightly beside Thomas, mirroring his posture. After a few minutes of silence, Newt reached forward hesitantly and took Thomas's hand in his own, running his thumb over the back.

"He threatened you." Newt said quietly, his eyes moving up to finally meet Thomas's.

"He threatened you and I got mad and I just," Newt paused, clenching his hand that wasn't holding Thomas's. "I got angry and scared and I just kind of freaked out. I'm sorry."

"It's okay Newt. I'm okay, you're okay, everything is okay." Thomas said, taking Newt's other hand.

Newt nodded and was quiet for a while again. He let go of Thomas's hands and leaned up on his knees to kiss Thomas gently, slinging his arms around Thomas's neck. Thomas pulled at Newt's waist and Newt shuffled forward to straddle Thomas's lap. Thomas nibbled on Newt's lower lip slightly, causing Newt to part his lips and allow Thomas's tongue in. Newt moaned quietly and Thomas wrapped his arms around Newt's waist, pulling him up against him. He broke their kiss and latched onto Newt's jaw. Newt's breathing hitched and he moved a hand up to tangle into Thomas's hair. Once Thomas was satisfied with the hickey he had left he moved back to Newt's mouth pulling his bottom lip between his teeth pulling on it gently. He released his lip and Newt pulled him back into a kiss. Their tongues slid together and small moans were passed between the two. Thomas further tightened his arms around Newt's waist and pulled him down to grind their hips together. Newt detached their lips to throw his head back and moan loudly. Thomas tucked his face into Newt's neck, grinning against his collarbone and continuing his hip movements.