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Thomas could feel him grin as he dug his face into his shoulder, the blonde so grateful to have something to anchor him back to sanity. When Newt pulled back, he didn't take his gaze off of Thomas' face, his eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips, which the brunet noticed, causing him to blush. The worst (or best if you ask Thomas) part was that they were still wrapped in each other's arms, and neither made any effort to move, their faces centimeters apart.
That night, just as he'd been promised, Newt heard a knock on his hut. Thomas had decided to give him time to settle it and get used to the paradise none of the Gladers could've even imagine a few days go.
"Come in," and Thomas did, looking like god himself in his breathable sweatpants and no shirt. Newt denied the fact that he was completely checking out his best friend's bare chest and torso, subconsciously licking his lips and running his eyes in a lateral motion. Despite the situation, despite Cranks and flares , the brunette was shucking hot, but this time, Newt decided not to push those feelings away. They were safe. Having a relationship wouldn't be a risk to anyone because they weren't always about to die. Love can be weakness and strength. There were so many things he wanted to say, so many "I love you"s he'd been scared to profess, so many "you make me weak help me keep going"s. Newt was sure of it now, more sure of it than anything in his chaotic life: Thomas was the best thing that ever happened to him. Thomas saved him, he saved all of them, and Newt was going to save him.

(AN: did anyone catch the intentional The 100 reference?^)

Before Newt could even begin, lips met his, Thomas' mouth saying everything Newt was thinking. His looks were nothing compared to how he tasted. Newt's heart was thumping loudly in his ears, and he was sure Thomas could feel the vibrations on his chest.
Despite everything they'd been through, Thomas held him softly, as if he were as delicate as glass. His strong hands grasped his hips like he was holding the last thing that could save the human race. Instinctively, Newt's hands moved to the brown hair, his fingers tangling the strands. Nothing else in the world mattered, even after they pulled away, not leaving each other's gaze or moving too far away from each other.
"You kissed me."
"You kissed back."
"I did."
"And I liked it."
"I'm starting to think I liked it too."