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Thomas' House

    "Your mom is one of the best humans in the world." Thomas grinned as he gripped the steering wheel of his jeep.
    "Yeah, she really is great." Newt looked at his boyfriend fondly. "I'm glad you guys got along!"
    "Newt, it's impossible to dislike that woman." Thomas laughed as he rested one of his hands on Newt's thigh.
    "Tell me about your parents." Newt said as he leaned his head back and let his eyelids close.
    "My mom, she's so sweet. My dad, well he always played baseball with me but after he got sick he's been laying pretty low. He's still a great guy, he just can't remember everything correctly and occasionally he doesn't even know what he's saying. His heart also doesn't work properly all the time...he has a rare form of a disease called FL.a5re." Thomas paused for a moment and Newt instinctively squeezed his hand.
    "It's alright Tommy, I bet I'll love them."
    "I hope so." Thomas shot him a small smile but Newt could sense the worry behind his eyes.

    "Thomas!"
    As soon as they knocked on the door Thomas was almost tackled by his mother, almost similar to Newt's mom's reaction.
    "Did you get bigger? I swear you got bigger." His mom looked up lovingly at him as she kissed his cheek. Thomas groaned and lightly swatted her away.
    "Uh, mom, this is Newt." Thomas gestured shyly to Newt.
    "Oh my god Newt! I totally forgot you were coming!" She gushed, seeming slightly embarrassed, but she stuck out her hand for Newt to shake. "I'm Lisa but if Mrs.Edison makes you more comfortable then call me that."
    "Okay." Newt flushed as he shook her hand.
    "No need to be shy, for as much as Thomas talks about you I feel like I..." she was quickly cut off by Thomas speaking loudly.
    "Hey! It's cold out here, let's go in!"
    "I think I embarrassed him," she whispered to Newt then laughed and followed Thomas inside.

    "So you're majoring in medicine?" Lisa asked as Newt watched her carefully.
    He nodded and smiled.
    "Is he always this quiet?" Lisa asked Thomas who shook his head. "It takes him awhile to open up but once he does he never shuts up."
    "Hey! That's a bloody lie!" Newt protested but Thomas just put his arm around Newt's back and kissed his cheek.
    "Oh how cute young love is." Lisa grinned and clasped her hands together. "Do you wanna see your father Tom?"
    "Yeah, of course." Thomas nodded but Newt could feel that he tensed up a bit.
    "I'll go get him, he was watching TV an hour ago. Be right back boys." She quickly disappeared.
    "Tommy relax." Newt whispered as soon as his mother was out of sight.
    "I'm sorry, I just...I haven't seen him since I left. I don't know how bad it's gonna be." Thomas admitted as he pressed his face into Newt's hair.
    "Tommy it's gonna be okay. No matter what, he's still your dad. It's hard, but sick or not he still loves you."
    "I don't deserve you." Thomas chuckled which vibrated against Newt's hair.
    "Stop it." Newt flushed but took Thomas' hand anyways, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
    "We should've pulled our heads out of our asses sooner and dated a long time ago," Thomas said.
    "Past is the past Tommy, don't get emotional on me here."
    Thomas paused for a moment before speaking again. "You're right, I'm the tough hot one who does sports and manly shit like that."
    Newt couldn't help it, he laughed.
    Before Thomas could respond his mom came back with his dad, he was in a wheelchair.
Newt could instantly tell he was sick. His skin was pale and his eyes looked sullen. His chest heaved with the breaths he took, like it pained him even to breathe.
    No one spoke until they were settled into the chairs across from the couch that Newt and Thomas were sitting on.
    "You can call me Peter." Thomas dad smiled at Newt.
    "My names Newt." Newt smiled shyly.
    "Original, I like it."
    Newt beamed.
    "You talk kind of funny, where you from?" his dad cleared his throat and readjusted himself in his chair.
    "England, I lived there for most of my life before my family moved to America about three years ago."
    "Ah so you're British." Peter snapped his fingers and smiled as if he just won the lottery.
    Newt nodded and Thomas's arm on his back relaxed slightly.
    "How long have you and Tom been a thing?" he asked, curiously staring at the two boys.
    "Couple months," Newt shrugged slightly.
    "And we're just meeting you now? You know I didn't think Thomas could get someone good lookin but I'm proud of him." Peter laughed and ran a hand through his hair.
    Newt's could feel his cheeks heat up. He couldn't stop himself from burying his head in Thomas' shoulder.
    Thomas lightly laughed and ruffled Newt's hair. "Awe you guys embarrassed him."
    "He's shy Pete, I explained this to you upstairs remember?" Lisa said gently.
    Peter nodded and squinted his eyes and if looking for something.
    "I'm sorry, what's his name again?"
    Newt lifted his head up and gave him a soft smile. "Newt."
    "Is that your real name?"
    "He won't tell anyone his real name. Not even me." Thomas huffed as he poked Newt's side, making him squirm.
    "Newt's my name! The other one is irrelevant!" Newt frowned as Lisa lightly laughed.
    "Let the boy have his secrets Tom."
    "I like this kid." Peter leaned back in the chair and looked fondly at Newt. "Keep him around Thomas."
    "I plan on it." Thomas mumbled as his arm tightened around Newt's waist.
    Peter closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Wanna get me those pills Lisa?" he asked as he covered his mouth. Lisa was up in a second.    
    Thomas looked slightly confused. "You okay Dad?"
    Peter nodded, but then he coughed and pulled his hand away from his mouth. His fingers were slicked with blood.
    Lisa came back in the room with two white pills, a towel and some water. "Take them and then clean up," she said gently. Newt thought she'd make a great nurse.
    Peter swallowed them down and wiped his hand with the towel. He took a very deep breaths and drank the rest of the water. Lisa gave him a sad smile when he was done and took everything back into the other room.
    His eyes scanned over Newt. "Sorry that you had to see that. Thomas probably told you I'm sick, it aint nothin to worry about."
    "It's no problem," Newt said softly. His heart broke for the family. Thomas didn't deserve to have a sick dad, he was too good a person to have sad things happen to him.
    Lisa was watching Newt carefully.
    "I'm in the pre-med program at school, I'm familiar with illnesses." Newt said more confidently.
    "So he's smart too?!" Peter asked happily, "good pick Thomas, good pick."
    "I always told you I had good taste," Thomas teased as he softly kissed Newt's temple.
    "I still think I have the best taste." Peter grinned fondly at his wife which made her face beam like a flashlight.

    "See Tommy, nothing to worry about." Newt said softly as he hopped the barrier in between the passenger seat and the drivers seat and took a place on Thomas' lap.
    "You're so great Newt. I love you. I love you so much." Thomas' lips instantly went to Newt's neck.
    "I like your family, they're great people." Newt hummed as he tipped his head up, giving Thomas full access to his neck.
    Thomas lightly sucked a mark under his jaw. It wasn't the smartest move but the little whimper sound Newt let out made it worth it. "Have I ever mentioned how fucking hot you are?" Thomas asked against his neck.
    "Nope, never mentioned that before."
Newt snickered.
    "You're a little shit." Thomas couldn't help but smile as he slipped his hands under the hem of Newt's shirt.
    "I'm your little shit," Newt murmured as he leaned into the touch.
    "Yeah my little shit." Thomas smiled as he went back to assaulting Newt's neck.
    "Possessive now aren't we?" Newt mumbled, cutting off as he bit his lip to stop any from noises coming out.
    "Maybe a little." Thomas chuckled against Newt's neck, pulling back to look at his work.
    Newt covered Thomas' mouth with his hand. "You're done now. We're not fucking in a car again."
    He felt Thomas frown against his palm which made him laugh. "Relax you baby. I had cramps in my legs for days after the last time."
    Thomas removed Newt's hand and smirked. "Or maybe that was because I fucked you so hard."
    Newt rolled  his eyes and softly pecked Thomas' lips. "I didn't said I wouldn't blow you though."