Trials and Tribulations

Side Story VII: A Moment in Sin

There weren't a lot of rules in the dorm, just the usual common sense things like clean up after yourself, respect everyone's privacy and no unwanted visitors at strange hours of the day. Luckily for Thomas, the only unwanted visitors he received at weird hours of the day were his boyfriends' crawling into bed with him. But that didn't mean they didn't have certain other rules.

Newt was a stickler for wanting to keep his clothes organized. He wasn't so much as an "unbearable neat freak" but when it came to his closet, especially when sharing with Thomas, having their clothes be all over the place was one of the quickest ways to get on the blond's bad side. As sexy as it was to have Newt glare death at him, Thomas really didn't want to be subjugated to it all the time. As for Thomas, he preferred they keep their junk off his bed at all times. That wasn't too much to ask, right?

Minho's request was fairly simple as well: don't touch his holy grail of hair gel.

Thomas usually respected his boyfriends' wishes, as they would for his, but after Minho had blazingly eaten all of the bananas a few days ago, he wasn't feeling so respectful to Minho's property. (Perhaps he was being a little childish and bitter getting upset over something as simple as bananas, but they were just so rare and delectable and Minho wouldn't stop making fun of his reaction for days after it. Thomas just... wanted to teach the athlete a little lesson, that's all.)

He waited until Minho had gone on his early morning job to strike.

He searched through the dresser for the hair supplies and gathered the lot into a small basket Minho usually used for their bathroom supplies. He didn't understand why Minho had ten different types of gels and creams for his hair, or why the athlete bothered to keep up with appearances in the first place. He and Newt didn't care what they looked like, and they certainly didn't care whether or not Minho's hair was gelled to perfection are flat against his skull. (Honestly, Thomas preferred it flat. He liked how soft it felt when he ran his fingers through it.) They liked Minho for who he is, not how he looked.

With the last hair product inside the basket, Thomas glanced over to the garbage can and debated on tossing them out. It'd be a little cruel, having Minho waste all his money like that. It wasn't like Thomas wanted him to suffer too much, he just wanted to teach the boy a lesson.

He bit his lip.

He slid the basket under their bunk and wiped his hands clean from sin. He quickly slammed the dresser shut just as Newt walked into the room with a towel wrapped around his head.

"You're awake early, Tommy. I thought you didn't function until nine?"

"I heard the call of the wild." He shrugged. He leaned against the dresser and flashed Newt an innocent smile.

The frown was on Newt's face faster than Thomas could blink.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing."

Newt's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What. Did. You. Do?" With each word, his stare grew more penetrating and dangerous.

Thomas tried not to sweat.

"I did absolutely nothing, Newtie."

The blond's eyes suddenly widened. "You called me 'Newtie', you bloody did somethin'!" He gaped. "Out with it Thomas!"

The brunet gasped in mock horror. "You called me 'Thomas'! I must be in trouble."

"And you're avoidin' the subject, which leads me to believe you've done a terrible crime against humanity." Newt's eyebrows shot into his hairline. "You touched Minho's hair supplies, didn't you?"