Chapter 22 - yes there's smut

A/N: it's about halfway but enjoy, you filthy minions of mine

Newt wasn't speaking to him. Once he'd gotten out of bed, he spent most of his time with Minho and others, scheming their escape plan. They were slightly worried Thomas would rat them out, but he'd been spending most of the days by himself, busy with his own plans. Now that he was on his own, he couldn't do his usual plan of going on a whim with everyone and hoping for the best, so he decided now he should really try to figure things out on his own.

He waited until night time to explore, not having to worry about climbing over Newt since he'd gone to his own bed instead of sharing, just to try and emphasise how grumpy he was. That was Thomas' theory, anyway. In a little way, Thomas had already convinced himself that nobody from his group was going to go on with him, willingly, so it was rather likely he'd never see Newt again, even after saving his life, there was no way to stop his brain exploding, or dying out in the real world, miles and miles apart.

Only the emergency lights were on at night, the entire room and hallway in a dark red glow. There were probably security cameras smaller than a fingernail scattered around, but Thomas could still explore alone and hide from actual people; he'd met most of the night guards anyway, and they fell asleep pretty often.

It was eerie, like something out of a horror. Thomas felt like he could well be in one, and anything could pop out at any given moment and attack him. For example, as he was creeping out the room to the hallway, somebody whisper-yelled his name. With a jump, he spun round and tried to hit whoever it was, but their hand flew up and caught his wrist. "You're terrible at sneaking, how did you ever survive the maze at night?" It was Minho, glaring at him. "Where do you think you're going, anyway?"

"Does it matter to you? You're all planning to leave so where I'm going doesn't concern you, so let's just say I'm helping my own case."

"Case closed." Minho let go of his wrist. "Newt doesn't hate people, it's not in his nature, and I don't want to hate you, but it really does hurt what you're doing, Thomas. I'm not going to try and change your mind, already tried, and we all know that the three of us are all individually very stubborn."

"Can you promise me something?" Minho raised an eyebrow. "Get your memories back. You're going to get the option at some point, and if you say no then you're going to die. Still around, it's truth or death out there."

"Right.. And I'm the queen of England."

"Minho, I'm serious! If I leave before you, then I at least want to know you're going to live at least for a little while out there."

"It's too late to discuss this, we'll talk in the morning with the others." A pause. "That's assuming you do come back by then." Minho turned and disappeared back into the bedroom, letting Thomas continue on his way.

Knowing that Minho and Newt were disappointed in him really hurt, but deep down he knew that was inevitable. It was only human to want to leave, to feel that way about his different choice, to leave to two completely separate places in the world; they'd probably travel to the nearest city, and Thomas would be reunited with the girl who helped create the maze, and many others he had yet to meet.

Up until about the age of six everyone was at school together, but after that WICKED separated them and things started changing. They were in three compounds; Thomas and the others were in A, the girl was from B, but Thomas had no idea who or what was in compound C. A and B were a gender difference, and as far as Thomas knew there was so definitive third gender out there.

A little into his journey across the facility, Thomas started getting the horrible feeling that he was being followed. He kept turning every now and again to check, but he couldn't see or hear anyone. They hadn't tried to stop him yet, so Thomas was going to stop them first.

It wasn't as if he knew where he was going, nothing was signed, but there was an occasional map on the wall that helped him memorise his route, thankful Minho had taught him techniques in the maze, but this time he couldn't write anything down. Soon enough he'd remember the route back, but he needed to find his destination first; then he'd try to convince the others to stay, he couldn't give up yet.

Walking down a long hallway with no side halls, he planned to catch his follower at the other end when he was suddenly grabbed by two arms that held tightly to his chest... but gently. He froze up as soon as they touched him, a chin now on his shoulder and his back was pressed to someone's chest, hands splaying out on his stomach. "Tommy, come back to bed, don't be sneaking out." It was Newt, the sleepiness clear in his voice. "Minho told me what you said; please don't do it..."

"Newt..." Thomas brought up his hands and held Newt's, thinking about how much he was going to miss the feeling of how perfectly their fingers interlocked like a puzzle when they held hands; how his hands felt so frail but strong enough to punch someone fairly hard. "My mind is already made up, I'm looking for the safe haven and it's got to be connected somewhere. I just need to find it."

"If you do find it? Then what?"

"Wouldn't it convince you to come with me? You can get your memories back, remember our past together, our childhood, all of our friends before... And your names! We can reunite with the others from the other compounds, the girls. Some of the guys would like that, right?"

"Tommy..." Newt's grip considerably tightened, trying to press him closer. "I just want you with me. You saved my life, you were willing to kill me so that I wouldn't have to suffer, and I don't want this whole ordeal to be what breaks us apart. I love you..."

"Newt, don't do this." Thomas turned round in his arms and cupped Newt's face, noticing the blond now looked more upset than tired. "I love you too, and I've been trying not to think about doing this, but-"

"I'm coming with you." Thomas was about to speak again but Newt shushed him. "Tonight, that is. Unless you give me some real solid evidence that this place really exists; blueprints, the building, camera footage- whatever; unless something like that happens or WICKED explicitly tells us that's where we're going, then my mind is set on leaving."

"You're all going to die if you escape."

"Well I rather that than being held under false hope. You're still a greenie, you didn't know those gladers, not like we did. All the gladers that WICKED allowed to die or be killed in cold blood, nobody showing remorse for them and that makes me sick! Apart from Chuck, six months before him is the last living greenie, the rest all died in the maze! Me? I was third, and you may have been my boyfriend for a duration that I don't remember, but what I do know right now, in my mindset, is that the people I lived with for the past two years are a lot easier to trust than you right now. You're just you to me, I don't feel like you do."

"Are you done?" Newt suddenly looked uncomfortable.

"... And I don't know the way back."

"Then will you at least keep an open mind for me?"

"I'm right here with you, isn't that bloody open enough?"

Thomas didn't bother to reply, he just grabbed Newt's hand and began leading him away; they'd wasted enough time stalling and arguing. If Thomas was to convince Newt and others of this place's existence, he needed to hurry up on finding that evidence.

It was safe to say that romance was dead at this point; Newt had suddenly sprung out of nowhere after not speaking to him for days, followed by a rant, the 'I love you' card was played out of guilt, and now they were awkwardly walking through corridors in silence and the only contact being their joint hands that weren't even tightly gripped together. It was mutual, exhausted from lack of sleep as they wandered through the dimly lit corridors and it was now past midnight. It must have been after two am when Newt finally let go of Thomas' hand and stopped walking. "Okay, I'm sorry, but this is ridiculous."

"What now?"

(If you don't want smut you can skip to next chapter, promise you won't miss anything :D )

Newt looked up and down the corridor, then quickly dragged Thomas into a nearby cupboard and slammed the door shut. He flicked on the light switch, but all it did was cast shadows on their faces. "I'm.. Okay, I know we haven't really had the chance for weeks, but we haven't done anything. I know you want to get to this place quickly, but.." Newt walked forward until Thomas was pressed against the wall, his hands coming up and fiddling with Thomas' tee. "We've barely kissed, let alone done something like the night before you pushed me in the water trough."

"And you're choosing right now? In a cupboard." Newt shrugged; he knew the timing was quite terrible, but he'd been feeling the 'urge' for a few days and his own stubbornness never gave him openings so he was choosing right now, just wanting to do it.

"There hasn't exactly been many chances, and after this I can't see an opening, but if you don't want to then-" He was shut up by a swift kiss he hadn't expected, almost pushing himself away until he remembered that this is what he wanted. "Is that a maybe?" He asked when Thomas pulled away, looking into his eyes.

"It's an 'I thought you'd never try'." Newt was surprised by the sudden mood change, now seeing the cheeky smirk on Thomas' face and his dilated pupils; even both their breathing was laboured, but they hadn't done anything yet.

Newt closed his eyes when Thomas swooped in again, this time just as gentle, but with so much more passion behind it. It stayed that way for a while, just Newt's hands running up and down Thomas' side under his top, and Thomas' hands holding to Newt's hips. When Thomas flicked his tongue along Newt's bottom lip and he opened up, there was an explosion.

No, literally; the two boys were plunged into darkness and Newt jumped back at the sudden noise, Thomas' hand gripping to his arm so he knew where he was. Newt was just grumpy by the distraction, following Thomas' arm to find his body again. "I'm not letting an exploded bulb ruin this, Tommy."

"There's broken glass."

"Then we'll just have to stand." Newt's hands found their ways to Thomas' face and he kissed him again, a little too forcefully as heard the distinct thwack of Thomas' head hitting the wall behind him, but the low groan that came from his throat had to do with anything but the pain.

Hands were all they had as Thomas grabbed Newt by the hips and spun them round so now his head whacked the wall, but Newt couldn't care less. His hands started roaming under Thomas' tee again, trying to get it off so he could just feel his skin; the slight abs from running, the muscle along his arms- Newt craved anything he could get, and it seemed Thomas felt the same because suddenly their shirts were somewhere on the floor and their bare chests pressed against each other.

Newt moaned, arching his hips to try and get some friction. Peppered kisses were being placed along his neck and Newt realised he was now panting, the fire in his groan making him whimper, needing something to release the pressure. He pulled Thomas' head back up to kiss him again, missing, but it just meant he got to kiss his face instead; their noses bumped, tongues were in the way, and they even accidentally clashed teeth but they calmed down because it hurt; not they cared, everything they did just kept arousing them further.

Fumbling around, Thomas finally managed to undo Newt's trouser buckle and pushed them down with his underwear, the blond hissing at the rush of cold air. Thomas started to kiss his neck again and he gripped Newt in his hand. Loud moans filled the room and Newt found himself unable to function; Thomas' hand stroking felt like absolute heaven. If he wasn't careful, he come there and then before they had the chance to do any real fun. "T-Tommy..." Newt breathed, "y-you gotta.. gotta slow down or I'm-" He whimpered, his breath coming out quicker and quicker, arching his back for more.

Suddenly there was a wet hand searching for his entrance and Newt squealed at the sudden touch, eyes flying open but he was just as blind as when they were closed. How did his hand even get wet? Still being stroked, Newt widened his legs to help the other hand, but he clamped his thighs shut when his first finger went in. "O-oh bloody hell! That feels so strange, but.. don't you have anything to..? Y'know?"

"If I did then I'd be using it. I'm sorry, this is the best I can do." The sound of Thomas' laboured breathing by his ear helped him to relax, opening his legs again. "Just relax."

"R-right.." The second went in and Newt whined, getting a sloppy and blind kiss to try and distract him from the pain.

Thomas let go of his cock to grab both of theirs together, and Newt not realised how Thomas' hand got wet. It made a terrible lube, but it was practically all they had, and he was more than willing to power through it.

It took a few ins and outs of Thomas' fingers to stop Newt from whining and his legs shaking, but he was soon moaning again and begging for more. He needed to release so bad, hands gripping to Thomas' hair like a lifeline as he held himself back. "You ready?" Thomas whispered, just getting a nod in response and a tug at his hair.

Thomas pushed Newt slightly up the wall, lifting one of his legs and using his other hand to try and find where to go; it wasn't hard, but it was pitch black. As he tried to fit in, his foot slipped and it accidentally sent him all the way in. Newt yelled in pain, tears brimming in his eyes from the shock of it.

The sensual kisses were doing little to make him feel better, but the moment suddenly felt more.. loving. His hands loosened their grip in Thomas' hair and the French kisses became less erratic, slowing to a gentler pace. Newt felt so full in all the wrong- yet right, ways. "Move." He ordered, gasping when Thomas pulled out, and slid right back in.

It still hurt so much at first, but the loving atmosphere quickly fell away when the two kept moaning behind each kiss, hands roaming each other's bodies and grabbing anything they could get hold of. Thomas kept pushing Newt higher up the wall until both his legs came off the ground, using the distance to pound much harder into him. Suddenly Newt screamed and Thomas froze, worried he'd hurt him. "D-don't stop! Right here! Do that again, oh bloody hell, do that again.. Please!"

The pleasure was too much, Thomas did as he was told and continued pounding into Newt until his loud moans turned into pleasured whimpers again. His nails dug into Thomas' skin, probably leaving marks, but Thomas loved it. His hand grabbed Newt's cock again, feeling it throb in his hand. "T-Tommy!" Newt whined. "Tommy!" He cried out as he came without warning, ejecting white ropes all over Thomas' chest.

Now he was just oversensitive, but Thomas kept going, hitting his sweet spot until he came inside of him. Newt squirmed at the strange feeling, now feeling more full than ever. "Tommy..."

Thomas pulled out and Newt could finally put his feet back down on the floor. They were both covered in sweat, bodies stuck to each other, hidden in darkness. Newt was grateful they finally got to do this, but he wanted more. Now! "Tommy-" Thomas kissed him, softly, cutting him off.

"Another time, Newt, I promise. That was..." He chuckled, not really knowing what to say. "You feel so good."

Newt was thankful Thomas couldn't see him blush, but he probably looked like a hot mess. A red light suddenly lit up, the emergency bulb finally flickering on and they looked at each other, not really knowing what to except, but they were both happy with what they saw. They were exhausted, and cold now that they came down from their high. "Would they find us if we..?" Newt asked, noticing Thomas had the same look he did.

"I mean.. no, but there's glass on the floor."

"Then kick it out the way."

Thomas finally detached from Newt, pulling up his trousers so he didn't trip over himself and he tried kicking the glass over to the corner. "There's still small shards and it could we be in our clothes.."

"It's good enough for me. I've had worse." Thomas looked back at him, eyes going straight to the scars the blisters had left on him. "Stop staring, it's uncomfortable."

"Sorry." Thomas hugged him, catching Newt by surprise. "I just want you to know that I think you're beautiful."

"U-uh.. thanks?"

They slowly lowered to the floor, trying to avoid nearby glass. It was uncomfortable, it was cramped, and it was dangerous more than anything else' but they found comfort in each other, together in a tight embrace. Before long, they slept.