One Shots ~ Newtmas

No Longer Running

Thomas and Newt sat down in the centre of the Glade, tired and worn out. Newt had just chased Thomas for a whole hour trying to get his shirt after Thomas had just picked it up and run off with it for no reason.

Newt was slowed down by his limp, but Thomas wasn't running, more jogging, but still fast enough to wear him out and give up, giving Newt's shirt back.

Thomas loves to see Newt shirtless, he never told Newt this because that'd be weird, secretly drooling over your best friend.

Newt chucked his shirt back on and laid down in the grass. Thomas watched him silently, still sitting up and catching his breath.

"Watcha lookin' at, Tommy?" Thomas felt embarrassed and blushed ever so slightly, but it didn't go unnoticed by Newt.

"Uh, n-nothing." He swallowed, "Yeah, nothing." Thomas then coughed and tried to hide his face as much as possible, now burning up like a tomato.

"Checkin' me out? Corse you are, I mean I don't blame ya, Tommy."

"Yeah, sure."

"No need ta be nervous, if it makes you feel any better, I was the same when you first came up that box." Newt sat up and looked Thomas straight in the eyes, "Well I was a little worse, had no clue what to say, always going red when ya looked at me. I know it's been almost a year, but I still feel the same things, just have it under more control, ya get me?"

"Newt?"

"Yes, Tommy?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes, I've been waiting for forever you shank." Thomas didn't say anything else and leaned over towards Newt. Their lips met and they shared a loving kiss that was well overdue.

Neither wanted to pull away, but they had to breathe at some point, so Thomas broke the kiss and smiled bigger than he'd ever smiled since coming to the Glade.

"I love to see you smile, especially when I'm the reason."

"Stop being so sappy, Newt."

"Couldn't help it, Tommy."

"Shut up and kiss me again." And with that they kissed again, this time with more passion and meaning.

Minho came running up, ruining the moment, "Hey lovebirds, the box is comin' up in an hour so ya shanks need ta be ready ta introduce the Greenie."

"Why us?" Newt knew why he had to go, he was second-in-command, but he didn't understand why Thomas and him had to go.

"'Cause, you two'll be showin' the new Greenie round. Alby thought that it would make you two work harder, seeing as ya attention is always on the other."

"Fair enough." Newt stood up and offered a hand to Thomas, Thomas had stayed quiet, just looking at Minho as if he'd grown another arm.

Eventually they were at the box, waiting for it to come up. Thomas remembered when he came up and felt sorry for the boy that was in there.

After waiting for another ten minutes, the box arrived. Alby and Newt opened the top and jumped in.

"Name's Newt, Greenie."

"I'm Alby, welcome to the Glade." The new Greenie looked at the two boys and shook his head, confused and not understanding what was happening.

"Do ya remember your name?" Newt started helping the boy up, asking him about his name at the same time.

"Oscar." He had a British accent like Newt, he had black hair and green eyes, which were laced with fear and nerves. He had soft features and a button nose, he was very skinny and had almost no muscle on him.

"Well Oscar, ya in for a treat."

"Your gonna scare him, Newt. After we get you out we'll give ya a tour, Newt here will give it to ya and so will Thomas." Alby pointed behind him where Thomas was and Thomas waved as unenthusiastically as possible.

Newt climbed out of the box and whispered to Thomas, "Hey, before we give this Greenie the tour, can I ask ya somethin'?"

"Yeah, sure." Thomas whispered back.

"Come with me." Newt grabbed Thomas' hand and brought him over where there were no Gladers around.

"What do you wanna ask, Newt?"

"So, Tommy, I wanted to know, if you'd like to, I dunno, be my boyfriend?" His voice held so much uncertainty and Thomas could tell Newt was nervous. Thomas found it cute and held Newt's hand.

"Of course, Newt." Thomas kissed Newt's lips, marvelling the taste of bacon, from breakfast, and maple syrup.

They broke away and made their way back to where all the others were, big smiles on both their faces. Oscar was out of the box and talking to Chuck.

Thomas and Newt walked over to Oscar and Newt patted him on the back, "Okay, Greenie, we're gonna give ya the tour of this place, but first, three rules ya need to know. One, do your part, can't have any slackers. Two, never harm another Glader, you'll be banished. Three, don't go outside those walls, ever. Got that?"

"I think so?"

"Come on, Greenie. We gotta lot to show ya, Tommy here is missing his job cause of this."

"Tommy?"

"Everyone calls me Thomas. Well except Newt-he calls me Tommy."

A/N: Sorry I was gone for three days, I had an expedition thing and I'm in so much pain. I wasn't allowed my phone or any device so when I came back onto this I was honestly so surprised to see I had 50 reads on this! That doesn't sound like a lot but honestly, that's a lot to me so thank you so so so much. This one-shot isn't that good, but it's all I could come up with, sorry bout that.