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Strings - Chapter 4 >Sunday
Fandom: The Maze Runner
Pairing: Thomas x Newt
Warnings: nothing much, just Teresa being bitchy (I'm sorry Teresa! QQ)
This is for nomadshipper, who prompted me this amazing idea! You can find the submission HERE. Thank you so much, honey! You are amazing <3
Summary: Thomas is a faithful, reliable guy. Maybe also too predictable, but his life always made sense, all lined up. That all changes when his friends think the best birthday gift is a meeting with a stranger for a one night stand. After that everything Thomas knew until now shatters to pieces.
Can be found on Ao3.
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Masterpost for the whole thing is HERE.
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Minho had always had the best timing when to come over, Thomas had to admit. As if he had a camera in Thomas' flat or some kind of radar that told him when Thomas was making food, or ordering take outs, and he always appeared like a ninja he was, grinning at him cheekily, and from time to time even bringing something good to drink, or cool to watch.
Today he came in with vodka for some reason, not really a drink either of them fancied, but Thomas didn't really complain. He let him in, passed the comment: "What a coincidence you are cooking just when I arrived!" without visible reaction and took out glasses for the drink.
"God, you're even more mopey than usual," Minho noted when he sat down, eying the brunet suspiciously. Thomas had to agree with him - his mind couldn't give the night before a rest. He kept on replaying it in his head, still seeing with perfect clarity all the expressions Newt did, recalling the warmth and how the skin felt under his palms, the echo of moans still alive in his ears. And it made him edgy and unsated, and definitely in a worse mood than before.
He just couldn't do things casually. Not important stuff like this - taking someone intimately and then forgetting about it. Definitely not after how good and right it felt, guy or not. He wanted to know who Newt was, and he craved to see him again, preferably soon and he didn't even need to be naked. At least not right the moment. Just to see him again, and get to know him, maybe work a bit on understanding and... something. Thomas didn't even know what. It was stupid anyway.
"I told you to go," Minho interrupted his thoughts with an exasperated sigh. "Blow some steam, forget about the bitch, and get sweaty. But nooo. You just had to keep the appearances, huh. And because of who? Me and Teresa were the only ones that knew about it, and man, we already lost our good opinions on you anyway. You had nothing to lose."
"Hmm," Thomas only hummed, turning off the stove. He didn't even want to talk about it. Let Minho believe he stayed predictable, it was for the best. All those stupid questions that could have followed-
"Oh my god, you went there."
Thomas froze at the notion and suddenly Minho was next to him, pulling at his collar, revealing all the viciously red hickeys.
"Holy cow, you did it!"
"Minho-,"
"I just... fuck, you so did it, I can't believe it! And I brought just stupid vodka, I'm such an idiot! We need champagne or something, let me just get my keys-,"
"Minho!" Thomas raised his voice threateningly and that worked, because the Korean finally shut up, even though his shiny eyes and awed expression stayed. "There is nothing to celebrate, alright? Now sit your ass down."
"Wait, was it that bad?" Minho's face fell a little, but he did what he was told and sat back down at the table. "Since man, your neck looks like you were under a vicious attack of mosquitos or something."
"It was fine," Thomas mumbled, and attempted to cover the hickeys without much avail. There were seriously so many of them, when he first saw it he thought Newt did it on purpose, like revenge or something.
"Fine?" the Korean repeated incredulously. "My breakfast today was fine. I had scrambled eggs and a toast. But you got sexed up and bitten from a wild animal; I don't believe fine covers it."
Of course he didn't believe it. Because Minho was Minho, and he never gave a mystery a rest until he solved it, and picking up clues was his hobby.
"Great," Thomas gave in. "It was great. Amazing. Hot. Happy?"
"No, you look bummed out," Minho frowned a little "If it was so good, why do you look like the world ended? You got her prego?"
"Are you an idiot?" Thomas snarled at him and Minho only raised his hands in surrender.
"Just trying to find the cause, is all," he assured him. "So. You had sex, she liked anal suspiciously lot, and in the end you found out it was a guy in disguise?"
Thomas rolled his eyes so hard they almost stayed at the back of his skull.
"It was a guy," he decided to spill it. Minho would find out sooner or later anyway. "That's really not an issue."
"No fucking way," the Asian's jaw dropped. "Noooooo way. You! With a guy! No. I don't believe it."
"What? Why?" the brunet stopped putting food on plates with raised eyebrows and glanced back at Minho.
"You're straight as an arrow," Minho pointed out. "You are straighter than James Bond or Indiana Jones. You are the beacon of straightness! Straighter than-,"
"Alright, I got the picture, shut up," Thomas growled menacingly and Minho shook his head.
"A guy," the Asian repeated, disbelieving.
"Yes."
"No way you'd stay and have sex with a guy," the doubtful tone made Thomas frown even more. "Just impossible."
"Just because I never fancied you doesn't mean I'm a homophobic idiot, alright?" Thomas grumbled, almost throwing the plate in front of his friend.
"That's one way to put it," Minho shrugged. "Although not fancying me is enough of a sin already."
"Just stuff it," Thomas bit out and Minho chuckled.
"I see now," he said calmly and Thomas knew his posture just cracked and Minho saw right through him. As he always did.
"So. You came in, saw a guy. Didn't freak out, had sex. It was great. Now you're back home and you look like you want to murder somebody. So either... you're regretting it - but I doubt that, since you got so heated up about not being a homophobic idiot. Or you fancy the guy. After one night. And now you are moping not after that stupid bitch, but after a one night stand date."
Thomas stayed silent long enough to confirm Minho's suspicion, he was aware, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything, until his friend gave out a sigh.
"Just say it," he urged the Asian quietly.
"You're pathetic."
"Yeah," he agreed on that. He so was. He didn't need to deny it to feel better, and lying to himself was always easier than to Minho.
"So what was so great about the guy that you are pining after him already?" Minho crossed his arms on his chest, watching Thomas expectantly. Thomas wasn't very happy to share those things, but knowing Minho he would dig it out of him anyway, sooner or later. He thought about it for a while, trying to find the right words, but found out all those feelings and small things were difficult to put into a comprehensible explanation.
"I... am not sure. He was..." he stopped lamely, gnawing on his lower lip. Minho kept his posture on, waiting. "Hot. And funny. And actually very attractive."
"Good looking guy with sense of humour," Minho concluded. "Wow, aren't you easily swayed. How come I stayed out of your field of interest amaze me."
"I'm not-," Thomas tried to protest, but one stern look from his companion stopped him from complaining further. "It's not like I'm in love."
"That would be super pathetic," Minho said. "Look, bud, you're a great guy, but we've got you this one night stand thing so you could clear your head, not for you to fall into another trap."
"It's fine," the brunet tried to sound reassuring. "It's not like I'm going to see him again."
"It's not like it matters," Minho finally let go of his judge-like posture and started eating. "You just need to learn how to not get things to you so easily. Not just that you feel bad, but we have to put up with you as well. Have mercy."
"Oh poor you," Thomas gave him an evil eye, but Minho just shrugged it off, leaving Thomas be. It was probably for the best.
***
The collar of Thomas' shirt covered the hickeys nicely, because, apparently, Newt had a very good idea how it looks when you have to wear a suit and your neck looks like that. So he could pretend nothing happened, and only hoped Minho hadn't told Teresa about it, because he would never live it down otherwise.
He couldn't read anything from her expression when he met her at the elevator at work, and Minho looked even more enigmatic, which wasn't the best sign. He kept quiet for most of the ride until it got unbearable and he asked what was going on.
"She's just nervous," Minho said instead, because she only grumbled something. "About the new partner company we're going to deal with today."
"Oh?" Thomas blinked in surprise. He hadn't heard about it. But truth to be told he was out of most of those things in past two weeks, so it didn't shock him that much.
"The lawyer should come around 9 AM," she finally spoke up. "I heard he is pretty tough with those things. If he's going to put on some impossible demands, I may punch him."
"Ah, that time of the month?" Thomas couldn't stop the remark and her glare almost killed him instantly.
"How about you shut up and go find some other guy to fuck?" she hissed and Thomas snorted.
"Precious," he glanced at the Minho who still looked like he swallowed all the secrets in the world, and let it go, just to be safe. Dealing with her in the morning was difficult enough; he didn't need to get decapitated before he even got to his office.
***
When Teresa appeared in the doorway 10 minutes before 9, he went after her without a single word. She looked a little pale, which was a bit unusual. Teresa was never afraid, she ate lawyers for breakfast, but her sudden change of attitude bothered him. He couldn't imagine what could have been so bad about the new partner company, or the lawyer himself, that it made her so uneasy.
"Are you okay?" he asked cautiously when they arrived to the meeting room and she sat down and started to go through the papers she brought with her. Her movements were jerky and uncoordinated.
"Fine," she uttered.
"Nervous?"
"What do you think?" she shot him a glare.
"That you'll scare him off with this attitude," he rolled his eyes. "What's eating ya?"
"All those things I read about him," she frowned. "All those companies he trashed, all the successes he had with it, all the people that trust him, which leads to all the fucking connections he has. That's what's eating me. Enough of your concern?"
"God, you're pissy," he sat down as well, ignoring her evil eyes. ""Calm down. He's not here because they sued us. They want to work with us, that's a plus point. He's definitely not going to trash us when they want to cooperate."
"You never know," she mumbled, and shut up completely when the door opened, letting Minho in.
"He's outside," he told them with a serious face. "Ready, gal?"
"Yeah, let him in," she nodded and took a deep breath. Thomas thought it's ridiculous, but stayed quiet and only buttoned up his jacket and stood up. Minho nodded and disappeared again, just to reappear few seconds later with another person walking behind him.
At that moment all the blood that pumped in Thomas' veins turned to ice and all he could do was to stare and stare and stare.
It was Newt.