Newtmas One-Shots

FLAMINHOS (NEWTMAS AU)

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This oneshot is based on the Dylan O' Brien quote "I want to go to the zoo and see the flaminhos."

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It was Sunday, and San Diego Zoo was packed. Crowds flocked to every enclosure, even the boring ones like the hogs and flamingos. As the place was full, all keepers were on duty. Including Newt.

Newt wasn't overly pushed about working in the zoo. He wasn't even a proper zookeeper. He only volunteered to do it so he could make some money while he attended the local community college. And also because Thomas worked there.

Thomas Edison was perfect in Newt's eyes. He was tall, hunky and drop-dead gorgeous, and his brains were to die for. With his chocolate brown eyes and hair, blinding smile and dimples, Newt (and all the women) were crazy for him. He was hard-working, adored animals and was studying zoology at the same college as Newt. He was even in a few of Newt's classes.

Newt wouldn't call himself a stalker. Sure, he knew everything about Thomas (including where he lived), but it wasn't like Newt was FOLLOWING him or anything... 

Anyway, Newt worked the flamingo enclosure while Thomas worked with the tigers and lions. As the flamingos weren't as popular as some of the other animals, Newt rarely had to do actual work (which was fine with him), so he usually just watched Thomas work from a distance while trying not to drool.

However, on this particular Sunday, Newt was working his butt off. It seemed like people only wanted to see the flamingos. He had already done three shows and it was only twelve in the afternoon. Covered in sweat and dust, he glanced at his watch. 12:05. Almost feeding time.

Wiping his forehead, he filled his bucket with various types of shrimp and crustaceans. Glancing over at the tiger enclosure, he saw Thomas high five Teresa (the girl who worked in the tiger enclosure with him) before running off. Newt couldn't help but check him out as he ran.

Blinking, he turned around and gazed at the crowd that was already beginning to form. Great, he thought. Looking at his watch, he saw it was time for him to start the show.

"Hello everyone!!!" he said with fake cheerfulness, a too-wide-to-be-real grin plastered on his face. "I'm Newt, and I'm going to tell you ALL about flaminhos!!" His eyes widened and he cringed while mentally face-palming. Flaminhos?! What the bloody hell are FLAMINHOS?!? He thought. His face reddening, he looked around the crowd. His heart dropped and he instantly felt like he was going to vomit because, standing in front of him, sticking out like a particularly ripped and beautiful thumb, was Thomas-bloody-Edison.

Newt gulped. He saw Thomas smirk. Shaking his head, he continued on with the show, the whole time feeling Thomas's burning stare.

The show couldn't be done quick enough. The flamingos- or should I say flaminHOs- were fed, and Newt sighed with relief. The show had ran without another mistake, and he was now on his break. Happy, he turned around and started to clean the enclosure. 

He felt a tap on his shoulder and jumped, dropping his pitchfork. "Oh, sorry about that. Let me get that for you," he heard a velvety voice say right next to his ear, causing goose bumps to spread all over his body. The stranger bent down to pick up the fork, and Newt's breath hitched in his throat.

It was Thomas.

Thomas rose to face a gaping Newt. Smiling to himself, he handed Newt the fork. Newt, who was extremely dazed, took it while whispering in a shocked voice: "Thank you, Tommy."

Thomas cocked an eyebrow. "Did you just call me Tommy?", he asked, smirking. Newt abruptly woke up from the dreamy haze he was in and his face fell. 

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, Tommy- urm, I mean Thomas." He said, shaking. Thomas chuckled. "It's ok, Newtie-with-a-booty. I like it when you call me that." Now Newt was the one with the cocked eyebrow. "What did you just call me?" He asked in a low voice. "Newtie-with-a-booty," Thomas said, grinning widely.

Newt took a menacing step towards Tommy. Was it his imagination, or did Thomas just look at his lips?? "NOBODY gets to call me that. Not even a handsome devil like you, Tommy." Ok, Thomas was DEFINITELY looking at his lips now.

Thomas stepped to Newt. They were practically touching noses now. "Oh, so I'M a handsome devil?" Thomas whispered, using all of his willpower to not close the gap between them with his lips. "Look in the mirror, Newtie. YOU'RE the gorgeous one here."

Newt blushed. Thomas thought that it was the most beautiful thing ever. "Why are you here, Tommy?" Newt asked lowly. 

"I wanted to see the flaminhos."

Newt was practically a tomato at this stage. He glanced at Thomas's lips. He licked his own ones. Thomas stared at them, swallowing. 

Newt's next words could barely be heard.

"Kiss me, you fool."

And Thomas did. He kissed Newt with the passion of a thousand burning suns.

Newts arms wound around Thomas's neck as he kissed back. The kiss was slow and filled with pent up feelings.

Their tongues merged together, moving together slowly like a whale moving through the sea. Thomas's hands were on Newts hips.

They pulled back slowly, their eyes still closed. Thomas pushed his forehead against the blondes one. Opening his eyes, he whispered: "That was... wow."

Newt chuckled, nodding. "Yeah."

Thomas smiled as he pushed Newts hair off his forehead. He glanced at the other boys lips. Speaking softly, he said:

"I was wondering if you wanted to be my flaminho-t boyfriend."

Newt laughed a full, beautiful laugh. He pecked Thomas's lips again.

"I would love that."

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1024 words.

Unedited. 

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This is so bad omg.