End Game (Newtmas AU) {ON HOLD}

EIGHTEEN

He never looked nice. He looked like art, and art isn't supposed to make you look nice. It is supposed to make you feel something.
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"Tommy..." Newt breathed out after Thomas had him against the first wall that they met when away from the crowd. When Thomas started to leave wet kisses all the way down to his neck, Newt couldn't help but title his head to the side, giving him some more access to his skin.

"Your...clothes...annoy...me..." Thomas spoke in between the kisses that he trailed now down at his collarbone. How he had pushed his tight shirt away from his stern, Newt didn't even know.

And he didn't care.

"Then take them off," He grinned,  whilst his hand ran through every one of his brown locks, pulling on them. In return, he only received Thomas' moans against his chest.

The brunet lifted Newt up to his arms as If he weighted nothing, and plugged his legs all the way around his own waist. When he felt Thomas' member against his own --- and he was quite hard --- Newt bit down on his lower lip and arched his back. It was as If all he had ever prayed for, subconsciously of course, had become true right then and there.

When he looked down at the brunet boy, though, a wide smirk formed at his lips. Thomas had stopped trailing kisses down at his body --- kisses that would definitely leave a mark tomorrow morning --- and was now staring up at him. His hazel hues met his own brown orbs, eyes that had so much lust registered at them that it both scared Newt and surprised him.

He won't even remember this tomorrow morning, he told himself, trying to catch his own breath. Tomorrow he will be your teacher and you're going to be his student. Tomorrow there won't be an us. There will be nothing.

As If Thomas had read his mind, he lowered Newt down enough so that his lips could brush against his earlobe where he softly nibbled. "Newtie," Thomas whispered, sending goosebumps all the way down to both of their spines. "I'm all yours..."

"Not tomorrow..." Newt answered, whilst sliding his hands underneath Thomas' shirt and teasing his waistband of his underwear. Thomas didn't even bother to bottom up his pants after the show he had given and therefore the jeans easily slipped off his thighs. "Tomorrow you're going to forget."

"Then I'm going to make sure that tonight is going to be unforgettable."

Newt was about to protest but no words managed to escape his mouth as Thomas had already grabbed his thighs and held him up for once again, walking up to a couch the store had. Couples were going there all the time to make up, and therefore the owner wasn't even surprised once he saw one --- straight or not --- making out around his store. Hell he had even provided them with a couch if needed. Newt mentally praised the owner as he laid there, on the couch, while looking at Thomas who seemed to be enjoying this.

"Asshole." The blond cursed as Thomas hovered on top of him, stranding his lap with his legs on each side of his waist. "You're enjoying torturing me."

"Aren't you?" Thomas whispered going down from Newt's lips to his neck and from there --- without even bothering to take off his shirt --- he bit on the blond's nipple trying to lead Newt to the edge. Something that wasn't too far. "You just loved to show your shirt with my face on it around the school."

Newt's cheeks turned red and that was Thomas' best opportunity to capture his hands above his head. He held on his wrists with his left hand, as with the other he was starting to tease Newt's member from underneath his jeans. The blond groaned, but Thomas only smirked.