Since That Night (NewtxThomas Maze Runner fanfic)

(A/N: This fanfic will be entirely from my head. The events have not happened in the book whatsoever. Sorry to disappoint you of that's what you were looking for...their personalities might be slightly different, also.)

Thomas stood, trying to remember the different areas that had changed today in the Maze. His memory was great, but recently he's had his mind on something else. Someone else. No, he thought, I can't think of that right now. It would never work anyway. Instead he adds a wall to his not even halfway-done map. The others are all trying to add their sections.

"Hey, Tommy?" he hears someone call. The sound of his voice sends chills down his body, but he likes it.

Newt walks into the room and over to him. "I...I need your help.."

Thomas responds a bit too quickly. "Anything." Newt looked surprised and Thomas became embarrassed, "I mean, sure. After I finish the map."

Newt and Thomas both look down at the incomplete map. "...I guess I can take a break." The other Runners look at him suspiciously but he waves them off.

Newt smiles slightly, but his expression becomes dark again. "Minho...he...the shank got stung." He drops his head into his hands.

Thomas didn't know how to respond. He and Minho were on good enough terms, he had no problems with him. He was a good bloke. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't bloody apologise, that won't help anything." He seems sorry as soon as he says it, though. "I need your help with healing him. I don't want to be alone with him while he goes through the Changing.."

Thomas shakes his head. "You shouldn't have to. I'd be happy to stay with you."

Newt looks grateful and takes Thomas's arm, dragging him out of the room. "Thanks, Greenie." He says jokingly.

Thomas melts, but hides it with a small shove. "Whatever."

And then something unexpected happens. Newton drags Thomas into the woods and pushes him against a tree. "N-Newt..?"

Newt fills the space between them and leans over Thomas, supporting himself on the tree. He hushes him and gently strokes his cheek.

"Newt, we need to get to Minho-"

"That klunk's fine. That was a clever lie to get you to come with me."

Thomas feels his cheeks heat up as Newt' s lips press against his. He backs up against the tree, eyes closed, and Newt starts to break away, but Thomas changes his mind and brings his arms to Newt' s waist, pulling him closer. Newt closes the remaining distance, by putting his hands on Thomas's shoulders. He deepens the kiss, his tongue toying with his mate's and biting his lip. Thomas moans in response and runs his fingers through his hair. A few passion-filled minutes later, Newt pulls away, to Thomas's disappointment.

"We'd better head back..people might start to get suspicious when they see Minho looking normal." Newt says.

"You're right." He says, sadly, to his surprise.

Newt smiles, "Sleep with me tonight."

Thomas is taken aback, though secretly, his body has desired Newt for a while. "Um..don't you think it's a bit soon?"

Newt looks confused. "Not at all. I just want your company."

Realisation crosses Thomas's face. "Ohh, I thought..."

Newt realises, too, and laughs. "Well, you never know. Anything could happen, though those aren't my intentions."

Thomas smiles. "I'd love to."