Note- rewrite of thunderstorms by
@Newtmas_is_love they have full credit for story I just like rewriting things sometimes ya know
Left, right. Left, right. Left, right...
Thomas walked briskly home from the library after school, just focusing on one step at a time. The grey sky did not seem to promise sunshine, but almost seemed to chance a looming storm. Thomas fought not to think about it, so he focused on his feet, his pace quick but steady.
He was afraid of thunderstorms, terrified.
But he told himself it was okay, he had another half hour to go and it probably wouldn't start before then, that if he kept his pace he would be under his own roof before the first raindrop fell.
Except right as he thought this one plopped down on his head.
Feeling fear bubble up in side him, Thomas began to sprint in the quickly accelerating downpour. He ran while his heart burned, he ran while his backpack soaked through, and he ran until his feet could no longer stride and stumbled over a curbside. Thomas hit the ground hard, all his energy seeming to slam into the sidewalk as his drenched chest collided with it. With all his might Thomas sat up, horror flooding through his lungs like nicotine as he tried to ignore the flashes of lightning nearby. They seemed to strike his brain as they came down, making Thomas unable to think as he just sat there, frozen and paralyzed, under buckets of rain on Glade Street. His mind spun, the adrenaline taking him off the rails as he no longer knew how to move or speak. All he could hear was his heart pounding, his senses not working, so delusional that he even thought he saw light shining towards him, much brighter than the broken street lamps could ever be.
"Tommy?" Thomas heard his name, not sure who said it, but it couldn't be real.
Thomas didn't stop panicking, his senses still in flashes and unsure, yet he let himself go limp as he felt strong arms around him.
He just let them pick him up and take him away.
-
Newt had been sitting alone by the curtained windowsill, watching (through a gap) the rain streak down the glass, hardly visible against the clouded night sky.
But he noticed something moving, along the ground, it seemed to perk up halfway after a minute, falling and spinning confusingly.
Newt looked closer, seeing an outline that seemed humane; so he placed an eye to the window past the curtains to get a better look at the person.
As a streetlamp flickered, Newt caught a glimpse of their face- it seemed weirdly familiar, he saw deep cheekbones and tired eyes covered slightly by soaking brown hair.
It couldn't be.
No way, it was just because he was on Newt's mind. He was thinking about his crush before as he stared out the window, and now it looked as if he was right there, outside.
But as the light flickered again, Newt was more certain. So, he opened his front door, flinching as rain began to pelt him, and ran out into the street now visible from the light shining through his door.
"Tommy?" Newt called out, before getting close enough to the boy to know that he was shaking violently.
Tommy or not, Newt scooped up the boy and brought him into his house.
-
Thomas felt as if his senses were beginning to come back. He opened his eyes, after realizing they were squeezed shut, looking around trying to figure out where he was laying on the ground. A warm aura of light colors and woods filled his brain, helping him begin to think.
Whose house is this?
How did I get here?
I'm making a mess.
But before he could think anything else, a warm figure approached him and stood him up.
"W-who are y-"
But he knew it, before finishing his sentence, due to the comforting vanilla smell and the darkened eyes that greeted his dripping figure.
"Newt, Tommy. I'm Newt."
He felt incredibly thankful for his best friend to be here, his heart beat beginning to steady as he calmed down under the fluffy towel newt had placed around his body. Then he noticed he also felt incredibly cold.
"S-s-sorry, N-Newt," his teeth chattered, trying to speak words through the ice seeping into his skin.
-
"Well, what were you doing in that bloody storm?" Newt asked exasperatedly, knowing the other's strong fear of thunderstorms. Thomas seemed to shrink into himself, shaking and still trying to regain his breath.
But he couldn't do it.
So Newt instinctively grasped him in a huge hug, intending (or so he told himself) to transfer warmth to Thomas for the moment. He felt the stockier boy freeze under him, most likely shocked by Newt's lack of scolding. He couldn't respond, so Newt let it be, and instead picked Thomas up once more and carried him upstairs to his shower.
-
"-and this one will make it colder, though I doubt that you'd need it." Thomas grinned appreciatively, his panic attack faded, as Newt finished explaining how to work his shower; he couldn't wait to feel warmth on his skin. "Thank you, Newt," he managed before peeling off his skin-tight (from rain) shirt and shuddering.
"I'll take that as a sign for me to er, go, then," he heard behind him with a door click.
Oops, I forgot he was there to see that.
I hope he liked what he saw...
Thomas didn't know what made him think that, but he assumed it was just the cold biting his brain, so he climbed into the steaming shower and felt pure bliss hit his chest.
Gosh, I could stay here forever.
-
Newt had walked back to his room with his mind in turmoil.
I wish I could have gotten in with him.
Don't think like that Newt, he's your straight best friend and thinks that you're his.
For the time being, what matters is making him comfortable here. I should be a good host.
So Newt respected Thomas's privacy and went to his room to read, instead. Grabbing his book off the nightstand, Newt fell onto his bed, exhausted. He opened the book; but as he flipped page by page he didn't feel any new information entering his brain. There was something blocking it.
Tommy.
"Stop it, Newt!" he whispered to himself, grasping his head in frustration and shame. He couldn't keep thinking about Thomas. At least not while he was here.
But Tommy. And the way his hair sticks down when it's wet, but perks outward adorably when dry, and the perfect shape of his perfect lips that line his perfect cheeks... and his perfect jawline... and everything.. is so... perfect...
And for whatever reason, all of Newts sleepless nights hit him at once, and he fell into a dreamless (but comfortable) sleep.
-
Thomas, after what felt like a century, turned off Newt's shower as not to waste anymore water. Mindlessly he grabbed his towel and dried off. Sleepiness began to roll through him, but he ignored it, because he wouldn't want to bother Newt anymore by staying overdue. He instead climbed out of the shower to put on some clothes.
Oh shoot, I don't have any dry ones.
So whilst tying his fluffy towel tighter around his waist, Thomas tiptoed down the hallway to Newt's room, where he had been once before.
"Newt?" He called out, careful not to wake anyone else in the house; it was getting late.
Thomas knocked on the door, yet heard no answer. After a few seconds, he opened the door quietly to see his best friend asleep on his bed.
Thomas admired him.
His eyelashes seemed to flutter as he breathed, his chest rising and falling much more evenly than it would in the day as his arms rested upon it. Thomas noticed how Newt's blond hair looked slightly messy, as small lights in the nearby street lamps caught a few strands and made them glow like molten gold. Thomas's heart seemed to do a little fluttery dance inside him as he saw Newt's expression, peaceful and unworried, which might be the first time he's been like so. Thomas felt himself swooning and he longed to touch the leaner boy's cute cheeks, or his beautifully shaped lips.
Why do I feel like this about my best friend?
And I thought I was straight.
Thomas seemed to ditch this thought, however, and decided to come back to the present as he tapped Newt's shoulder. He didn't move.
"Uhm, Newt?"
He shook the boy lightly, which seemed to work- Newt stirred, bringing his hands to his face and running through his hair lightly, and he stretched out his legs with an intake of breath. Thomas couldn't help watch the way his hips bucked up slightly as he stretched out his arms and sighed.
Then his eyes opened slowly, and he looked at Thomas for only a second before sitting up straight and knitting his eyebrows together immediately. Thomas wished they didn't, he wanted a second more of Newt's rare happy expression.
-
"Tommy?" Newt asked, wondering why the hell is best mate/crush was in his room. But after a few seconds he remembered the events of earlier on, the thunderstorm and carrying Thomas upstairs. Now his friend stood in front of him, nude with exception of a towel around his waist. Newt couldn't help it, he let his eyes linger on Thomas's abs for a second longer than normal. "Blimey," Newt muttered, perking up to tear his eyes off Thomas. He felt his cheeks heat up when they both noticed Newt checking Thomas out, but before he could turn his face away, he caught a glimpse of Thomas's reddened (adorable) cheeks.
What does that mean?
"Newt?"
"Yeah, Tommy?" His blush deepened slightly. He feared Thomas would be upset.
"Could I maybe borrow some clothes?"
Oh right, Thomas probably wouldn't want to spend the night half-naked.
Newt, feeling a weird swooshing inside his chest, stumbled off his bed to avoid the awkward situation. He pulled the closet door open, scanning for pajamas that might fit Thomas. Grabbing a white, long sleeve shirt and sweatpants, he turned to Thomas who was still a little bit pink. "Thanks," Thomas muttered, as he went back to the bathroom to put on the clothes Newt had handed him.
Newt relaxed onto his bed once more, careful not to fall asleep again, careful not to miss a second more of Thomas's adorable mannerisms.
-
Thomas slipped on the sweats after the shirt, finding the pant legs to flow over the ends of his legs by a solid few inches.
"Wow, do I feel short right now," he chuckled to himself, before leaving the bathroom. The hallway carpet was slightly rough under his feet, but Thomas didn't mind- he was too preoccupied with thinking about Newt.
I guess I'm having feelings for a guy?
Not just a guy. Thomas reminded himself.
Newt.
I don't know why I didn't see it before,
Thomas thought to himself, right as he opened the door to see Newt sitting on the bed absentmindedly. He gave a small start when Thomas came in, standing up and grabbing his towel to put aside. Thomas noticed Newt's hand brush his arm gently as he retrieved the towel, and couldn't help but feel tingles shoot up his arms and into his chest. He tried to ignore it, though, and began to lead an actual conversation with his newfound crush.
"I'm sorry, Newt..."
"What?" Newt said offhandedly, while folding the towel.
"I've probably used up your hot water, and I'm using your clothes too. I doubt you would have wanted me to intrude like this."
Newt seemed to be paying more attention now.
"Honestly Tommy, you're not intruding at all. Stop being sorry, all you did was get scared at something you have the right to freak out at. Besides, I like having you here, since I'm home alone tonight and company is always nice."
This made Thomas feel a lot better.
"Thanks, Newt."
They both just seemed to stare at each other for a while, standing face to face in the dimly lit room, neither one paying any attention to the growls of thunder outside. Thomas took in every aspect of Newt's face. His dirty blonde hair hung over his forehead slightly, threatening to cover his thick, yet nicely shaped brown eyebrows. Newt's eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheeks, he had the little cute bumps under the corners of his eyes that Thomas couldn't get enough of, and his perfect lips woven into a slight smile.
"Anytime, Tommy."
And both of them seemed almost to inch slightly closer, and Thomas's head began to spin with the closeness-
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*Ring!* *Ring!*
The two boys sprung apart- though they hadn't been less than a foot apart anyway.
Wow, Newt thought, that boy's got a stronger force on me than magnets.
Newt watched Thomas pick his phone up off the bed, answering it almost gladly. Newt felt discouraged at this. Guess he didn't like that little moment.
"I'm at Newt's place, I guess the thunderstorm caught me off guard."
Newt listened kind of sadly because he knew Thomas was scared to tell his mum about his fear of storms.
"Okay, honey, want me to come pick you up?" Newt heard over the speaker, but before he could stop himself-
"Stay!" Newt startled Thomas with his outburst, who looked at him surprisedly.
"I mean, I'm inviting you to stay the night."
Greeaaat recovery, Newt.
Thomas didn't say anything for what felt like an hour, but was more likely a few seconds, before he spoke to his mum again.
"No, it's alright, I'm spending the night here."
Newt felt happy. Like, really, really happy. So much that his eyebrows ditched their frown for a pleasantly happy look, something that nearly never happened.
"Alright, bye, mom," he heard his Tommy say, before hanging up the call. He turned to face Newt, who could now see his face perfectly. Newt stole a glance at the perfect shape of Thomas's face, and his lips that looked as if they were chiseled from stone, and his beautiful honey-colored eyes that gave Newt an intriguing urge to tangle his hands in that spiky brown hair and kiss every part of his stunning face.
But they were also best friends, and they were allowed to have some fun as well.
"So, you wanna watch a movie?"
-
For some reason, Thomas had agreed to watch Scream with Newt, despite his irrational fear of horror flicks. However, at the glint of mischief in the blonde's eyes as he suggested it Thomas had felt his legs turn into a warm pool of jelly and couldn't turn him down.
Now it was halfway through the movie, and many jumpscares had moved Thomas a lot closer to Newt, until they were shoulder to shoulder. The newest one came, making Thomas tremble into Newt's side, who bit his lip. Thomas felt better at the reminder that Newt was here, and trying his best to ignore his urges to snog Newt silly, he just leaned his head upon his shoulder. Thomas felt Newt flinch, but then do what Thomas least expected- he wrapped his arm around the shorter boy, and using his other hand to stroke his dark hair. Thomas, feeling an unwelcome surge of arousal accompanying comfort and fear, straightened up a little bit. Newt was sending him signs, he thought. He had to be. So why was Thomas so afraid to make a move?
But he remembered something Newt had said before the movie started.
"I have to warn you, Newtie, I might get scared." Thomas bit his lip and furrowed his brows.
"Newtie?" Newt snorted, looking surprised and oddly a little flushed.
"Since you call me Tommy. Which feels very protective, I might add." Thomas didn't know what he was saying. He was flirting with Newt, which he told himself not to do, and now he was spewing out bullshit-
"Well, Tommy, with me you won't have to be afraid." Newt stopped to raise his eyebrows, laugh fading. "I promise."
"Thanks, Newt." Holy shit. Thomas thought Newt just had to be flirting in some way. Wasn't he?
After thinking about it, Thomas had a rush of confidence. Newt had said not to be afraid. So he wouldn't be.
"Newt." He said, now looking the beautiful blonde directly in the eyes.
"Yeah, Tommy?" Thomas caught a blush on the boy's face. He might as well have some fun with it, knowing that reaction couldn't be a bad thing.
"You know, every time a flash of lift reflects on your hair, it sparkles like the sun. Only... brighter." Thomas spoke smoothly.
Both boys drowned out the movie, focusing intently on each other. Newt seemed to be a little bit shocked, and his brow loosened as he thought for a bit, and then frowned a little bit.
"Tommy, every time I see you, I want to poke every single mole on your cheek. Because they are the prettiest thing I've ever seen," Newt replies with just as much suave, catching Thomas off guard. Newt knew Thomas was insecure about his moles, and so he blushed furiously. Thomas tried to think of something to say, his mind only then realizing how stupid the situation was. They were quite literally having a compliment battle, and it felt so intense and deadpan, Thomas almost laughed.
So he took it a step further.
"Then, do it."
-
Oh my god, his ginormous crush was here and next to him and was flirting with him oh, my... god. Newt didn't know what to think. It was like his brain short-circuited and all he could do was swallow hastily, trying to figure out if the brunette was joking. Touch his moles? Really? It seemed like a setup for a very awkward situation.
But Newt also very desperately wanted to, so he decided to keep playing the little game between them.
"Okay." He said, making Tommy blush, and he knew he was victorious. So, he leaned closer to Thomas, putting both hands on the shorter boy's jaw, thumbs caressing his chin. And Newt used his index finger to lightly touch each lovable mole on Tommy's face, absolutely loving the warm feel under his fingers, so he lightly pressed each mark until he could hear Thomas's breath hitch in his throat, as if strangled by anticipation. He wanted Newt, and Newt couldn't get enough of the feeling, one he would never expect.
The ball was in Thomas's court. Newt waited, not removing his hands from Thomas's cheeks, but he sat there, waiting for his Tommy to do something. And he did- Newt gasped softly as Thomas dug one hand in his blonde, messy hair, the other one gripping Newt's shirt; then slowly leaned forward until their lips ghosted each other. Newt couldn't handle it, he wanted more, he wanted Tommy-
And Thomas kissed him, or he kissed Thomas, but either way their lips were connected, and moved in time with the rain pattering on the rooftop. Newt worried that Thomas would stop because of the storm, but Thomas didn't even acknowledge the next strike of lightning, he was too busy making Newt dizzy on passion.
"Tommy," Newt breathed as they broke apart panting, like they were drowning in each other and needed to just come up for air.
"Newt," his best friend breathed, eyes glazed in emotion that Newt could only guess was shock.
"Shuck, Tommy, I hope that was okay..."
Newt was anxious. Thomas had been flirting, hadn't he, but Newt still may have initiated the kiss and was the one who made them get face to face at first. He hadn't stopped to make sure Thomas actually wanted the kiss, he had just acted on the instinct he'd been controlling for almost 6 months.
But Thomas didn't confirm nor deny, only started laughing.
Like, cheeks red, gasping for air, bubbly cackley laughter. Newt couldn't help but grin anyway, more at the sight of Thomas, as he surely had no bugging idea what Thomas was on about. He did know however that it was bloody adorable. So he let Tommy laugh on, enjoying the sound until he was too curious not to ask.
"What are you laughing about?"
Then Thomas stopped giggling, and let a warm smile linger on his face as he turned to the side and leaned his head on Newt's shoulder, sending tingles down his arm.
"We are so ridiculous. Honestly, I wish we did this sooner."
"You know, Tommy, I didn't even know you weren't straight."
He heard Tommy sigh. "Me neither until about an hour ago."
"What, are you serious?"
"Yeah, Newt. When I woke you up. You're such a pure little angel, Newt, ya know that?"
Newt could only stop himself from grinning ear to ear.
"Always, Tommy."
