Trials and Tribulations

Part VIII

He hated to admit it, but watching his roommates get lovey-dovey when they thought he wasn't around irked him. It wasn't so much that they did it behind his back—Newt and Minho were very honest about their feelings and that was perfectly fine with Thomas--it was because of the way Thomas felt after walking in on such intimacy that annoyed him. There was a certain gentleness they had for each other that Thomas didn't feel when it was the three of them. They cared about him, yes, but it didn't feel nearly as genuine when it was just Newt and Minho.

Minho was considerate of Newt when they were alone. Thomas once caught Minho giving Newt a bigger share of the last piece of strawberry shortcake despite knowing it would be a long while until they had more again. Newt gave Minho a lot more leeway when it came to the things he had done wrong. When they made love—and Thomas would accidentally walk in on them—it was slow and methodical. Minho would rock his hips in ways Thomas thought he was incapable of doing and Newt was ever so mindful of all of Minho's sweet spots.

Thomas saw none of that.

Newt scolded him like a mother would a child and Minho would sometimes bully him playfully.

Sex with them was very much the same. If Thomas was giving, Newt always had a thing or two to say. Things that worked for Minho didn't work when Thomas did it, even though he was certain he was doing them exactly the way he had seen Minho do it, but Newt was never satisfied. In fact, he tended to be a little agitated whenever Thomas tried to emulate Minho. When Thomas was receiving, Newt was a lot more dominating. He wasn't as bad as Minho, who tended to be rough and almost barbaric, but he was definitely a lot less forgiving. Sex with Minho was animalistic. It was taxing physically and Thomas often times came out with more cuts than when he went in. Sex with Newt was like psychological warfare, it was mentally exhausting and he lost every freaking time.

It was enough to make Thomas insecure about his position in their relationship.

It was worse during their threesomes. Thomas suspected Minho was a closet sadist. He was already a bastard when it came to their one-on-one time, but in a threesome, it was like Minho was three times as worse. He had a habit of biting Thomas's flesh in the midst of their ministrations or scratching the ever living hell out of him without warning. He'd dug his nails deep enough to draw beads of blood once or twice.

Honestly, Thomas was okay with it. If that was what Minho needed to climb over the edge then he would be willing to be the boy's scratching post, but when it happened every single time of their lovemaking? Thomas wasn't sure he could deal with it. Not only that, did they honestly need to restrain him? It wasn't like he planned on running away. Restraining him felt more like a hindrance in their threesome. He was often the filling in their sandwich; Minho would ram him from the back and Thomas would thrust into Newt that was how they usually went. Sometimes, he would pleasure Newt enough to reach orgasm before Minho did, and that alone was enough to elate Thomas for the moment, but lately, Newt hadn't wanted to be on the receiving end. He seemed to want to tie up Thomas in various creative ways then fuck his throat raw. They would switch from time to time so that it was Minho trying to choke him and Newt trying to ram him down.

It seemed all they really wanted to do was get their fill of him and toss him aside.

If he had to be honest with himself, Thomas didn't mind rough sex. What he did mind was feeling like a toy for his boyfriends. Minho and Newt were certainly making him feel like he was nothing more than a glorified dildo. (Which, if he thought about it hard enough, was a slightly better change than always being their catcher.)

Watching them now, as Newt microwaved a bag of popcorn for their movie night and Minho cracked a joke about their choice of film, made Thomas's blood boil. He felt he was being petty. It wasn't common for them to have an assignment free Friday night, but Thomas couldn't quell the bad temperament simmering within his veins. Minho and Newt had a breakfast fate that morning while Thomas overslept and was late for his first class. They ate lunch together while Thomas endured thirty minutes of Rat Man lecturing him on his sub-par essay, which received the highest grade in the class despite one minor error. As for dinner, Thomas ate alone because Minho had track practice and Newt wanted to add the finishing touches on his project due next week.