control // newtmas au

discovery

October 27th, 2001

Thomas sat outside Newt's door for three hours. He didn't know if he was in there or not, but he desperately wanted to talk to him. He laid down in the hallway, spreading out his body with his stomach pressed to the floor. He rested his head on his hands and stared at the wall across the hall.

Newt liked him. Newt liked him as more than a friend. The thought of that was almost baffling. Newt was cool and strong and...well Newt was really fuckin hot. Thomas recognized that he felt different around Newt than he did with Teresa. Newt gave him butterflies and made his hands sweat.

"What the bloody hell are you doing in front of my door Tommy?" Newt suddenly appeared in the hallway.

Thomas scrambled up quickly, smoothening out his shirt as he did. "I wanna talk to you."

"I'm not in the mood right now ok-"

"Please." Thomas looked at him with his best pleading expression. He internally cheered when Newt's defenses fell.

"Okay, come on." Newt motioned to his door, stepping around Thomas to open it.

Thomas followed him inside, stopping instantly when he realized where he was.

"I'm in your room," Thomas blurted out.
Newt nodded as he sat down on his bed. The room wasn't perfectly neat but it also wasn't messy. It looked to be the same set up as Thomas' room just the bed was on the other side.

"You don't let anyone in your room."

Newt nodded again.

"But I'm in your room."

Newt rolled his eyes. "Clearly I didn't fall for your brains."

Before Thomas' brain could even comprehend his next move, he was pulling Newt to his feet and pressing their lips together.

Newt made a shocked sounding noise, but melted into the kiss when Thomas tangled his fingers in his hair.

Newt's hair was softer than he expected it to be, it also felt longer when he was running his own hands through it. Thomas found himself not wanting to touch anything ever again.

Kissing Newt was so different than kissing Teresa. Thomas' stomach felt like it was trying to climb out his throat and his heart was beating so loud he was sure the whole hallway could hear it.

Newt gently pushed at his hips, directing him towards the bed. Thomas let himself fall onto it, watching wide eyed as Newt crawled over him.

Then they were kissing again, it was harder this time. Newt was moving his mouth against his and it felt so good that Thomas would have been fine with dying and that being the last thing he felt.

Newt slipped his hand under Thomas' shirt, just barely rubbing the skin on his stomach.

And that's when Thomas' nerves went into complete overdrive.

He pulled away quickly, breathing hard and looking up at the blonde boy with messy hair that made him look like he was ripped straight out of a magazine.

"Newt," Thomas muttered breathlessly.

"You okay Tommy?" Newt asked softly, his hand continuing to rub Thomas' stomach which really didn't help him collect his thoughts.

"No. Well yes and no. It's just I've never done this before and-"

"Tommy."

"-I don't know what to do. I barely know how straight sex works let alone gay sex-"