Newtmas One-Shots

TOXIC (DYLMAS AU)

It wasn't supposed to end up like this.

It wasn't supposed to turn into anything other than two friends doing more-than-friendly things with each other.

And, by God, it certainly wasn't supposed to be brought to light. Especially not in the way it was.

But life can never be stopped, and that is how Dylan and Thomas got into this situation in the first place.

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It had started on the set of "The Maze Runner"; they were two young men who were problematic and curious and very much gay.

Which was probably why they were immediately drawn towards each other.

The case was peculiar; they both had girlfriends who they claimed to love (but they obviously didn't; they were very clearly gay) and they both came from extremely different (yet similar) backgrounds; Thomas grew up in a rich family in London, and Dylan grew up in the suburbs of New Jersey.

But they were both broken, and that was what pulled them together above all else.

They had started off as friends, secretly sneaking glances at each other from across the room. The glances gradually morphed into intense staring contests, which led on into stolen kisses, and you can guess what happened after that.

They weren't supposed to become anything more than friends-with-benefits.

But they did.

Their policy was 'no-strings-attatched', and it had started off that way.

That policy didn't last too long, though. Soon there were so many strings that they all got tangled in amongst the breathless kisses and roaming hands and moving bodies.

They were there, and they got in the way of everything. But neither Thomas nor Dylan minded; they just wanted to be together in the most intimate way possible.

They were completely naive; they thought that if the ignored the strings pulling on their hearts, bringing them closer together, that they would simply disappear.

And so they continued with their monthly meetings, their feelings growing every time and they broke just a little more each time.

Whatever the heck was going on between them was toxic, but it was enthralling and dangerous and everything that both of them were convinced they needed. They stayed with their girlfriends, and both told themselves that what they were doing was completely normal, even though it was as clear as water that it wasn't.

They refused to believe that they might have been falling in love, even though that was exactly what was happening.

They were positive that they were doing the right thing by ignoring their feelings, when in reality they were just breaking themselves even more. They couldn't stop what they were doing; they were full-blown addicts of each other.

And they hated it.

But also sort of loved it.

They didn't know which was worse; hate or love. But, at the end of the day, is there any real difference between the two?

It wasn't supposed to last as long as it did; they thought that it would last three or four weeks, maybe months, at the most. Certainly not three or four years, like it did.

It wasn't supposed to be found out. And it most definitely wasn't supposed to end the way it did.

The end had started in a bar; the cast were celebrating the wrap of the filming, and everyone was drunk.