He ran his hands down at her sides. His lips trapped an inch of skin in between his teeth, sucking on it as hard as could. A moan escaped her lips and instantly, his eyes clouded with lust. God, he wanted her so badly it hurt.
"Newt. . ." She moaned out his name, throwing her head back.
He pulled her against his chest, his hands sliding down from under the fabric of her nightgown. "Newt. . !"
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"Newt!" A faint scream reached his ears. Once his eyes shot open, he was greeted with a pair of brown hues that stared down at him in confusion, and worry. Beautiful, he thought but shook the thought away, into the back of his mind. "Were you having a nightmare?"
He smiled, fighting the sudden urge to burst out laughing right then and then as that question seemed rather comical. Was he having a nightmare? He basically lived in a nightmare, and every day that passed was a constant reminder of how life always screwed him up, even after he had lost everything he once had.
Even though he received no answer, Thomas stood there, his hands and legs on either side of Newt's head. His eyes showed nothing but worry and reflected oblivion to the fact that he was pinning Newt down, harder and harder with each second passing.
"I'm okay," He pointed out. Then, he leaned his head back as a smirk curved itself as his lips. "Even though you're probably straddling my waist."
As realisation kicked in, Thomas' eyes grew twice as wide as they already were. He threw himself away from Newt's body, making sure there was a decent distance in between them. His face was flustered, and his lips formed an adorable pout. His hair sticked out towards every direction probably due to the not-so-good night sleep he had last night.
Newt grinned, watching the effect he was having on the brunet boy. If anything, It was in his nature to tease and he enjoyed his time seeing Thomas being a nervous mess all because of him.
Thomas undusted his shirt, shaking his head in return. "You were screaming in your sleep. Everything's alright in there?"
"Peachy." The blond commented, pushing himself on his feet. Once adverting his look away from the laying Thomas, his gaze darted around, watching everything move around him.
He noticed how everyone walked in a hurried motion past each other. Some shared a quick kiss before they split apart, some were talking in a café near by, a couple was making out in a bench right across from where Thomas and he was. Everything around him was full of life. So why was he full of death, and misery?
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice how Thomas stood behind him. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he soon twisted him around before he sound himself staring at his dark, chocolate brown irises. Newt was a living questioning mark to Thomas.
At first, all he saw was a cocky boy who cared for none and nothing but pleasing himself and his ego and to tell the truth, until a day ago, he lived up to that impression; Newt didn't care for anyone because he simply didn't own the necessary emotions to. Heck, he didn't carry any emotions at all. However, the previous day, when he drunk so much he could barely think straight, Newt was there to hold him together. He protected him, he shielded him, he put him to sleep. He poured his heart out at him -- well, not everything that was on his heart and mind.
