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Thomas was pretty sure he was fucked. Like actually. Newt was staring at him with the most baffled expression ever. His eyes darted across Thomas’ face and his lips were still slightly parted. He’d almost dropped the drink in his hand which he was now instead tightly gripping.
He’d done it. Thomas had actually screwed up so bad this time there was no coming back from it. His hands were floating in the air right on each side of Newts’ face. The music that had been ringing in his ears all night, that had been so loud he could feel it in his body had suddenly become so distant. All he could hear now was Newts’ breathing infront of him.
Mere seconds had gone by but if felt like time had frozen and suddenly it was as if everyone around them had slowed down and was moving in slow motion. Even the flickering lights seemed to now only slightly blink.
Thomas was about to apologize or turn around, walk away, anything really. But he couldn’t. He stayed there frozen, still waiting for Newt to do something.
He didn’t have to wait much longer as right when he opened his mouth Newt came lunging forward. Thomas went flying into the wall, his back would definitely ache after that but it didn’t matter because Newt was kissing him. His lips moving fast and giving Thomas absolutely no time to even think about what’s happened.
The kiss was, something. It wasn’t bad, Newt tasted like beer and something sweet? Sweet like he’d eaten a candy before downing his drink. It was just different. Yet his drunken mind didn’t care. He happily returned the kiss and let his hands roam. One settled on Newts’ face and the other on his neck.
He had closed his eyes and now everything was coming crushing forward. The blinking sharp lights which he could see through his eyelids, the people screaming and moving throughout the crowd. Most of all it was the music, which was so loud again. The beat seemed to move with him and Newts’ every movement.
Their lips every now and then slightly parting before hungrily smashing onto each other again. Fuck, it felt good and Thomas hated that it did. He couldn’t get enough.
Thomas could not form a single thought at the moment, he kept kissing Newt as if his life depended on it. Each kiss getting more and more hungry. His body now moving with him. He could feel Newt doing the same.
Newts’ hand made its way up Thomas shirt and rested itself on Thomas’ hip. As Thomas pressed Newts face closer to his he could feel Newts grip get tighter on his skin. A shaky breath escaped Thomas and he was not entirely sure it wasn’t a whimper.
Suddenly Newt pulled away. Thomas opened his eyes and subconsciously licked his lips as he saw Newts’ flushed face. He looked, good? Newts eyes looked to be just as hungry as his lips had been.
Their breathing was both as heavy as the others. His hands were still holding Newt and he didn’t want to let go. He hadn’t even noticed that Newts’ hands had traveled up in his hair, slightly gripping it but not hard enough for him to really feel it.
“Bathroom? Or keep-? You know, doing this.” Newt said, each word muttered with a breath.
As he spoke he removed his hands from Thomas’ hair and they were now awkwardly on his shoulders instead. As if Newt wasn’t really sure what to do with them. Someone bumped into Newt, their bodies still close enough for Thomas to feel it too and it reminded him they weren’t alone.
Thomas took a breath. What he should’ve said is; ‘None, I think we should sober up and talk about what just happened- maybe after a little bit more of this.’
But Thomas was a 19 year old boy who had been drinking and even a little more than that so instead he said;
“Bathroom.”
Newt smirked and he wasn’t sure what he’d gotten himself into but quite frankly he didn’t care. Newt grabbed his arm and he happily followed. Making their way through the crowd was rough, people were really not aware of their surroundings. At one point Thomas thinks he caught an elbow to his head.
Somehow they made their way to the bathroom, it was a miracle there was one left that wasn’t being used.
It didn’t take long until they were right back to it, Thomas back against the wall again, their lips attacking each other, Newts hand still on his hip and this time his hands on Newts hips.
His mind was blank, all he could think about was the present. His mind couldn’t quite comprehend what was even happening but it didn’t matter. His body seemed to know what to do anyway.
Newt seperated their lips and before Thomas could protest and attach them again, Newts lips traveled down from his jawline to his neck. Thomas tilted his head to give Newt more access. Newts lips were wild, there wasn’t a spot on his neck where Newts lips hadn’t absolutely wrecked it. Thomas opened his eyes and looked down at Newt, all he could really see was Newts hair and as he moved a little part of his face, yet it was enough to make Thomas groan. Because frankly Newt looked fucking hot doing it.
“Fuck- Newt.”
Thomas could feel Newt smirk against his neck. It didn’t help. Thomas could feel his pants growing tighter. Almost as if Newt noticed, he slipped a knee between Thomas legs and pushed up. This time it was for sure a moan that left Thomas. He threw his head back against the wall and his hand automatically moved to cover up his mouth, hoping to cover the noise up.
Newt once again moved his leg up, he kept doing so- moving it up and down. Perhaps it was to get a noise out of Thomas or to simply torture him but it was working. Thomas felt like a mess, his breathing now fast, his face burning, his eyes closed and his hand over his mouth which wasn’t really covering any noise anymore.
“Shit- Fuck-.” Thomas muttered. “Fuck.”
Thomas didn’t want it to stop. He met Newts movement with he himself moving down onto Newts’ thigh. If his mind hadn’t been a complete wreck maybe he’d stop to at least think about it before grinding down on his best friends thigh, but he didn’t. He moved his head and let it rest on Newts shoulder as he kept moving. Newts hands traveled underneath his shirt and settled on his hips, slightly gripping them like he’d done before as if to hold Thomas up. Like he was afraid Thomas would stumble to the ground without his help.
“Newt- god, don’t stop. Fucking hell. Please.”
He kept moving and for a moment he could hear the music coming from outside the bathroom walls. It made him shiver, thinking about where they really were.
Another please slipped from his mouth and he could’ve sworn he heard Newt laugh a little.
“Please what, Tommy?”
The familiar nickname didn’t help with the fact that he was clearly nearing his climax. His breath hitched and he once again threw his head back- gasping and moaning.
“Oh, you like that? Tommy?”
“Fuck- fuck fuck. Oh god- please.”
He kept begging as he came. A loud groan following it.
“Fuck.”
This time it was Newt who had sworn. He seemed to be out of breath too. Thomas had his eyes closed and let himself breath, each breath heavier than the other. He hated how good it’d felt. Most of all he hated how he was standing in a bathroom with his best friend who’d just made him come without even touching him. It didn’t help that coming had made his mind clear up and he could barely feel the alcohol anymore.
Finally after about a minute of leaning against the wall with Newts head resting against his chest he opened his eyes. He looked down at Newt who he then remembered hadn’t been pleased.
“Let me, wait-“
As he spoke, Thomas pushed Newt off him. Newt looked at him, clearly confused. Although it didn’t last long as he instead smirked when Thomas dropped to his knees. Thomas looked up at Newt, mirroring his smirk and then down to Newts pants and yet again up at Newts eyes.
“Can I?”
“You sure?” Newt asked. “You don’t-“
“Can I?” Thomas asked again, cutting him off.
“Fuck. Yes.”