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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Maze_Runner_Series_-_James_Dashner, The_Maze_Runner_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Newt/Thomas_(Maze_Runner)
  Character:
      Newt_(Maze_Runner), Thomas_(Maze_Runner), Harriet_(Maze_Runner), Brenda_
      (Maze_Runner), Aris_Jones
  Series:
      Part 2 of Mind_giving_me_a_ride?
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-18 Words: 4521
****** Mind giving me a ride 2 ? ******
by SahadCaethlin
Summary
     Thomas hasn't seen his boyfriend for the last three weeks, so
     basically they have only been together for one week. It's short, and
     insecurities must be tamed, but first he must finish his last high
     school exams. And deal with his friends not knowing that his other
     half is a boy.
Notes
     Sequel of "Mind giving me a ride?". Just another PWP to be honest.
     But after TDC I needed some sappy things. Enjoy.
     A special thank you for those who left me comments on the first one,
     asking me for a sequel, I hope you will like this little thing that I
     offer you.
See the end of the work for more notes
Thomas was exhausted: he had been working like crazy for his exams and had
finally put the last point at his essay. He looked at his sheet and let out a
profound sigh, wanting to laugh for how relieved he was. There was still 15
minutes left, so he put his exam aside and looked outside, allowing himself to
daydream a bit: those last days had been pretty intense and he couldn’t quite
believe it was finally over. He had studied everyday for the last three weeks
in order to be able to pass those final tests. He hadn’t seen Newt in the
meantime…
The blonde college student and him had been together for the past month and the
brunette had to admit he still felt very lucky. He was the only one in his
group of friends to have a boyfriend older than him and he had been very happy
so far: the Brit was patient, calm, very observant, cultivated and considerate.
It was almost as if he was living a true fairytale. Well, almost, because of
course he was in love so his vision was a bit biased; Newt was a human being
after all with little flaws here and there of course: he had shown himself to
be a little insecure, jealous and also pretty resentful even if not towards
Thomas. But the brunette loved it nonetheless.
During the last three weeks, Newt had had a hard time not seeing his boyfriend:
he had first been patient and supportive ; but after being declined a few
evenings, he had asked if he had done something wrong, or if Thomas had changed
his mind about them. Thomas had called immediately and had pleaded with him to
be just a bit more patient, explaining that he had to work very hard to
compensate the fact that high school wasn’t really his thing. He had even sent
his brother Minho to reassure him. Thomas knew that it wasn’t that Newt didn’t
trust him: a little less than two months ago, the blonde had been tossed away
by his then lover in an awful way and had been pretty insecure since that.
Thomas had needed all his will to convince Newt he wanted to be his boyfriend
for real and that the Brit wasn’t just a some kind of ephemeral longing,
especially since their first real interaction had been sex in a car parked in a
glade.
A sly smile pulled on his lips at the memory: it had been a real adventure for
him, meeting Newt because the blonde wanted to flee a stupid party and had
called him with Minho’s phone. They had ended up in his parents’ car in a glade
near the city and he had had his first sexual experience on the hood of the
car. And his brother almost had had an attack when hearing it. It had been the
first time Thomas had seen Minho being protective with him, which had been
funny to be honest. And today...
“M. Edison?” A voice made him jump.
“Uh, yeah?” Thomas looked up to the supervisor.
“Have you finished?” The way the man talked made Thomas think of Professor
Snape in Harry Potter movies.
“Yes. I have.”
“Right. Would you mind stop fidgeting then? You are annoying your classmates.”
The man said.
“Sorry.” The brunette mumbled, feeling his cheeks turning red.
He sighed as the austere man walked away. Couldn’t he let him go? There were
only 7 minutes left! It was true that he was a bit eager to get out : for the
first time in three weeks, he was going to see his boyfriend... But that
supervisor didn’t need to point it out in front of everyone! He heard many
light laughs in the room and muffled a groan. Looking behind him, he spotted
his friends, Brenda, Harriet and Aris, smirking mischievously. No doubt they
would tease him to no end after that.
As soon as the bell rang, he pushed all his things in his bag and got up,
reaching hastily the desk of the supervisor to let his copy and get out of the
room. Not a minute later, he could hear his friends running behind him and Aris
put his hand on his shoulder:
“Hey, where’s the rush? We just passed the last test of our high school lives!
Let’s go out and celebrate it!”
“Sorry, not today.” Thomas declined.
“Are you going to see your special one?” Brenda asked, beaming.
“The mysterious girlfriend?” Aris rose his eyebrows.
“Guys…” The brunette sighed.
“Girlfriend?” Harriet frowned, sceptical.
Thomas stopped and stared at her, surprised: he had never said anything
specific about Newt. Not that he wasn’t proud of his boyfriend, not at all, he
just thought that his friends may not understand. He had never really talked
about relationships with them, especially not homosexual ones. Only Minho knew…
He saw a bright smile appearing on Harriet’s face:
“So it’s a he.” She nodded, satisfied.
“A he?” Aris repeated, frowning. “What do you mean?”
“So Thomas has… A boyfriend?” Brenda slowly put one and one together.
“Am I wrong?” The dark skinned girl smiled wider.
“I, uh…” Thomas stayed dumbfounded.
“A boyfriend? Thomas?” Aris repeated, visibly incredulous.
The brunette stayed silent a minute, slowly getting that his friends had
discovered his secret. He pinched his lips, lowering his gaze: in his own naive
way, he hadn’t expected such situation that soon. He gulped loudly and
murmured:
“I… I didn’t… Know how to…”
“How to say that you like a boy?” Harriet gently helped.
Thomas looked at them and slowly nodded, dropping his gaze. His male friends
had always praised themselves for their feminine conquests, Aris wasn’t an
exception, and the girls always discussed about the boys they met. How was he
supposed to say that he was different? Friends were supposed to be always
supportive, but he had also seen childhood friends becoming enemies over a
girl. So what about that? He sighed deeply and murmured:
“I didn’t know how you would take it…”
“Why?” Brenda frowned. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal?” Aris repeated, a bit more offended this time.
Thomas’ heart missed a beat as he suddenly looked up at his friend, feeling a
cold chill of apprehension running down his body. The two girls stared at Aris
with a mix of surprise, incredulity and judgement; Brenda being the fastest to
recover:
“It is not a big deal.” She said, distaching every single syllable.
“Well for me it is!” The boy countered a bit angrily.
“Who cares if Thomas likes a guy or a girl as long as he is happy?” Harriet
added.
“What? I don’t care if he leaks pussies or swallow dicks!” He protested.
“Aris!” Brenda shouted.
“He lied to us! For a month or so! Doesn’t it bother you?” The boy insisted. “I
mean… Why are we even friends if you don’t trust us, Thomas?”
Thomas stayed speechless at this: so Aris was angry because he hadn’t told him
and not because he liked a boy? The girls began to argue but their friend cut
them quickly:
“I thought you knew us better than that! I mean… Fuck, we have no secrets for
one another! Or so I thought!”
And with that, Aris stormed away, visibly upset. Thomas didn’t try to catch
him, slowly digesting what had just happened. He hadn’t thought of that. He had
just said the minimum, not hiding that he had found someone, but not giving
details or anything that could let know that it was a guy. Now that it had
burst at his face, he found it stupid. He should have trust them. So he
whispered:
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t.” Brenda cut him. “You did nothing wrong.”
“I lied…” Thomas objected.
“You didn’t tell. There’s a difference.” The short haired girl stated.
“Sometimes the fear of losing something makes us do the wrong choices.”
“You didn’t want us to judge.” Harriet sweetly smiled, nudging him with her
shoulder.
“And you can have secrets.” Brenda shrugged. “You would have told us one day.
When you were ready.”
“Sorry I spoiled it.” The dreadlocks girl sighed sadly.
“How would we play never have I ever if we didn’t have secrets?” The hispanic
girl smiled. “Look, Aris will come around when he stops pouting. Don’t let it
get you down.”
“Yeah, we’ll take care of Aris. Just go to your Romeo.” Harriet grinned.
Thomas laughed slightly at that and hugged tightly the two girls, touched by
their support. They walked together out of the building. The days were finally
getting warmer and the sky was bright blue, as if the high schoolers’ happiness
was showing all around. Thomas smiled and stretched a bit in the sunlight: he
was finally done with all his exams. He didn’t know yet if he had nailed it,
but he would worry about this later.
Teenagers were leaving the school, yelling happily at each other, making plans,
filling the parking lot as honks were heard all around. Thomas looked to the
parking entrance: Minho had proposed to come and pick him up after his exams,
since he had their parents’ car, so his little brother wouldn’t have one hour
of bus to come back home. Thomas was grateful for that and decided to wait, but
he then recognized the car and turned to his friends:
“Here’s my ride, girls.”
“Well, we’ll see you tomorrow, then.” Harriet smiled.
“Yeah, I hope Aris will be more… What?” Thomas frowned as he saw the two girls’
eyes widening. “What is it?”
“Hey Tommy.”
The brunette froze as a delicious chill ran down his spine: he knew o too well
this low velvet voice delicately decorated with an elegant English accent.
Turning around, Thomas felt his heart melting at the sight of the blonde. Newt
was standing just in front of him, with his brown aviator jacket, his skinny
jeans, his black Dr Martens and his wild blond hair. It had been three weeks
but the American boy really felt as if it had been three years. He murmured:
“How come you’re there…?”
It might have not sounded like that in his head and he saw it as the Brit’s
smiled faltered. It crushed his heart to see Newt’s uncertainty appearing on
his face and his eyes panicking.
“I, uh… Minho told me he had to pick you up and… Well, I proposed to come
instead. I didn’t think it could bother you… I...”
Thomas finally moved and launched himself forward, grabbing his boyfriend’s
hands and catching his lips in a passionate kiss. The Brit instinctively closed
his eyes and responded to it, squeezing tightly the brunette’s fingers. He had
missed him so much, missed those warm lips, this soft skin, this scent he had
gotten addicted to ; Thomas only parted when feeling the need for air, his face
only a few centimetres from Newt’s. The blonde shyly smiled and murmured:
“Well… I guess I’m not bothering you then, right?”
“Are you insane?” Thomas laughed slightly. “I was dying to see you. It just
surprised me to see you here.”
“Tom?” Brenda called.
“Oh, yeah, sorry!” The boy suddenly remembered his friends and stepped back.
“This is Newt. My boyfriend... Those are Harriet and Brenda. We’ve been in the
same class since grade 9.”
“Hi, nice to meet you.” Newt politely saluted them.
The two girls were speechless, a big smile on their face as they were visibly
fangirling. Thomas cleared his throat, a bit uneasy by their stares and
murmured:
“Newt, mind giving me a ride?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” The Brit smirked and nodded towards the girls.
“Ladies.”
The two boys didn’t wait anymore and got in the car. Thomas didn't really know
why, but it certainly pleased him to watch Newt driving his parents’ car. He
stayed a moment like this, just looking at his boyfriend driving. “Boyfriend”,
he had loved to say it in front of Harriet and Brenda, and how they had
responded to it. And he could tell that Newt had liked it too. The blonde
smiled:
“Seeing something you like?”
“Something I love.”
The reply was so cheesy it must be painful, but the redness appearing on the
cheeks of the Brit was a sight to see, and his embarrassed chuckle was
something Thomas loved to hear. He bit down on his lower lip and murmured:
“Do we have to go back now?”
There was a silence, Newt darting a quick glance at him before looking back to
the road.
“Want to go somewhere, Tommy?”
Should he ask? Thomas bit his lower lip as he stared at his lover. He was
afraid to make a faux-pas and he also didn’t want to look like some stupid
horny teenager that only thought about sex. So his voice wavered slightly as he
murmured:
“Well… I’ve never been to your place.”
Newt didn’t answer to that, his eyes on the road. The brunette waited a few
seconds, feeling his stomach tightening and a pressure on the back of his neck
as the seconds passed. Had he gone too far? He gulped and felt the urge to
ramble:
“I-I mean, I don’t wanna push or anything. Just thought that, uh, I’ve never
asked before. But if you don’t want to, it’s okay. I mean, Minho is at home and
I’d prefer to be alone with you. Oh, but maybe your parents are there, right?
Oh, shuck, forget it, I-”
“It’s okay, Tommy.” Newt laughed, ending the boy’s misery. “I’ll take you
there. I don’t mind.”
“Really?” The American boy asked a bit to vividly.
“Yeah.” The Brit smiled. “It’s a pretty simple place, you know. And my parents
aren’t there, they are working.”
Thomas blushed as his boyfriend gave him a knowing glance. He sighed slightly
and murmured:
“I don’t want you to think that I only think about sex.”
“I don’t… I’m only two years older than you, you know.” Newt said gently. “It’s
not like I’d consider you to be a kid.”
“Thanks.” The brunette smiled.
“Plus I wanna have sex with you.”
Thomas felt as if his face was on fire, which Newt seemed to find very funny.
It was good to see the Brit so confident when they were just the two of them:
he liked to tease Thomas, to say things that would make him blush. It was
sometimes painful for the young American to see all this confidence vanish as
soon as there was somebody else. He needed so much reassurance that Thomas felt
like it was unfair: Newt deserved to trust himself, to believe that he wasn’t
just something that could be tossed when bored of it. Thomas knew that the Brit
feared to hear him say he didn’t want him anymore, being sometimes very careful
not to get too involved so he wouldn’t get hurt. Looking at him, the brunette
pinched his lips and deadpanned:
“I love you, Newt.”
The blonde inhaled deeply as a goofy smile splitted his face.
 
As soon as the car came to stop in the underground parking, Thomas heard the
clicking of the seatbelts and didn’t wait to come and capture his boyfriend’s
lips in a torrid kiss. Newt muffled a moan, enlacing the brunette’s neck. They
were hungry. Hungry for each other. Thomas couldn’t get tired of Newt’s sighs,
just as Newt couldn’t stop loving Thomas’ little grunts. The youngest shuddered
as his lover’s nails slowly scratched his scalp, sending billions of shivers
through his spine and directly to his groin. His hands found their way under
the Brit’s shirt, caressing his skin, sometimes leaving little red scratches.
Newt chuckled against his lips:
“You have a thing for cars, haven’t you?”
“I have a thing for blond Brits in cars.” Thomas groaned.
Newt giggled and plunged his gaze into his boyfriend’s eyes. It was in those
moments that insecurity left completely those dark brown eyes, that he could
see how naive the blonde could be. How fragile too. And it was his role to
protect him, to comfort him: with Minho he had learnt a long time ago that
sometimes a person could protect someone even if they were younger. So he
kissed him tenderly, wanting to let him know how he felt about him. Newt
slightly nibbled Thomas’ lower lip.
“So…? Back seat… Or my bed?”
Thomas shivered at those words. He inhaled deeply and whispered:
“You’re trying to drive me crazy…”
“Is it working?” The Brit asked almost innocently. Almost.
“Well… Let’s see how loud you can scream.” The brunette boldly stated.
And looking at Newt’s face, Thomas knew he didn’t need to look down to find a
tent in the blonde’s pants. Or in his.
The way to the apartment was a blur. Thomas wouldn’t be able to found his way
back to the parking even if his life depended on it: his back and his lover’s
had probably leant against every single wall on the way to the apartment but
that’s all he could remember. When Newt opened the door of his flat, Thomas
pushed him against it to close it and kissed once more the air out of him.
Three weeks had been too long. Far too long.
Newt pushed him away, grabbing his boyfriend’s tee-shirt and pulling it upwards
to undress him. Thomas didn’t wait and soon tossed his lover’s shirt away
before pushing him against the nearest table. He just had the time to untie
Newt’s belt and undo his jeans but then the blonde decided to kiss him with
strength, making him walk backwards. The world suddenly swirled as he tripped
and landed on the sofa, letting out a short yell of surprise. Laughing, Newt
simply leant on him, climbing on the sofa:
“In fact… I’m not patient enough to wait until my bed.”
There was something dark in this voice. Predatory. Thomas couldn’t take his
eyes away from his lover who was now above him, those two dark brown lakes
fixed on him. Newt leant in and kissed him slowly, but in a very promising way.
Those lips, tongue and teeth were warning the brunette that something was
coming. Something he was dying to live. His hand found their way back to the
Brit’s sides, his fingers and nails digging into his flesh. Newt let out a
strangled inhalation into their kiss, their lips parting only for them to
breathe. Thomas grabbed Newt’s waist and pulled it at him, starving his touch,
wanting to feel his lover’s desire. The blonde let out a stifled whine as their
crotches pressed one against the other, just to be cut by a hungry kiss. One
arm around his lover’s waist, Thomas’ other hand came into those blonde strands
and balled into a fist, just to press harder their lips together. He then
pulled on the Brit’s hair, to make him look at him, his eyes thirsty of him:
“Newt.”
Their short breaths melted, the blonde’s eyes fluttering as he tried to focused
on his lover. Thomas’s voice came out slightly husky as he confessed:
“I want to make love to you in a proper bed.”
Newt stayed dumbfounded for a few seconds, before gulping, his cheeks reddening
before grunting:
“Don’t say things like that, Tommy.” He sighed and, as Thomas let go of his
hair, he pressed his forehead against his lover’s collar bone. “I might just
come in my pants hearing things like that from you.”
Thomas laughed slightly and pressed a kiss on the Brit’s head. Newt sighed
deeply and lifted his head, smiling at his boyfriend, before capturing his lips
in a soft and tender kiss. He then slowly raised up, pulling Thomas’ hand to
make him stand up, and guided him into the flat towards his room. The brunette
didn’t take the time to look around, preferring to stare at the bare back of
his lover pulling him forward. Newt’s room wasn’t very big, probably around
12m², two walls were dark red and the two other dark grey, with a king size bed
with purple and grey sheets. Thomas smiled, discovering another side of his
boyfriends: the books here and there, the posters, the pictures…
Newt turned around and claimed another kiss. They landed softly on the bed,
still kissing, Thomas on top of the blonde. There the time stopped, like a
bubble in which they were the only beings existing. Newt sighed as Thomas
kissed and nibbled the sensitive skin of his neck. Thomas moaned as Newt licked
his collarbones and scratched his buttocks under his jeans. They took off the
last remains of their clothes, too eager to finally be able to touch each
other. Three weeks had been too long. Far too long.
The Brit gasped as his lover took him into his mouth, playing with his senses.
He cursed as Thomas drove him to the edge, his fingers threatening to tear
apart the sheets under the pleasure. Not willing to be defeated so soon, the
blonde pushed his boyfriend and, after a few kisses, decided to return the
favor. The brunette bit his lower lip and needed all his concentration not to
come instantaneously. The only other sex experience he had had was with Newt,
and they hadn’t done that the first time.
“Oh fuck…!” He exclaimed, his eyes rolling.
Newt didn’t want to push it too far, not willing to end it all yet. He rose his
head and left a peck on the side of a panting Thomas’ lips. His eyes were
mischievous and hungry. A vision the American was sure would make him hard in
any circumstances. Slowly, smiling, Newt turned and laid on his stomach,
watching his boyfriend over his shoulder:
“Come here… On me.”
Thomas gulped loudly. His eyes running on this perfect body. Every single curve
made his head spin. He slowly came on top of the blonde, sliding between his
opened legs. His hand caressed the Brit’s back as he leant in, kissing the base
of his neck, earning one of Newt’s moans. Thomas decided to go further, taking
three of his fingers in his own mouth, under Newt’s hypnotized gaze ; and,
turning and raising his elder’s head, he kissed him deeply, muffling his moans
as his two fingers dug in him. Newt trembled, his hands grabbing firmly the
sheets. In this position, he was totally at Thomas’ mercy.
Intoxicated by it, the brunette went faster, stronger, just loving the
strangled whines of pleasure he could tear from the Brit. The third finger
didn’t wait long, making Newt moan loudly and plunging his face into the sheets
to stifle the sound. The sight of it was more arousing than ever for Thomas, so
much his hardness began to hurt. Judging by Newt’s sounds, the young man wasn’t
very far from losing it so Thomas decided to stop and slowly pulled off his
fingers.
Newt’s eyes were clouded by pleasure and need. But he had enough presence of
mind to extend his hand to his nightstand table and pull a box of condoms,
which made Thomas smile. The rule: never without a condoms if they hadn’t both
been tested negative. They would, one day, he was sure of it since he didn’t
plan on letting this boy go away anytime soon. He opened the plastic square
with his teeth and, under the expectant stare of his lover, unrolled it on his
member. His hands were slightly shaking with anticipation.
Slowly, he came back on top of his lover, his hand caressing his back, his
fingers following his spine down to his bottom, smiling as he saw goosebumps
appearing all along. He then took his own manhood in his hand, pressed a tender
kiss on the blonde’s back of the neck, and plunged. Newt gasped and let out a
short cry at the intrusion.
“Oh God! Tommy!”
Thomas’ mind went blank for a second as the burning heat engulfed him. Panting,
he pressed himself against his lover’s back, not daring to make a move
otherwise he would come, only half in into his partner. He waited a few
seconds, breathless, before feeling Newt grabbing his hand, intertwining their
fingers. Gently, Thomas left a kiss against Newt’s temple, and pressed his
forehead against his shoulder before pushing in at once. The blonde muffled a
loud moan, his skin damp with sweat. And his voice just rose as they moved.
Thomas was soon enough going fast and deep, grunting and whining in the
process. Their voices melted as they went on, quicker and stronger. The
clapping sound was louder. The cries too. Thomas bit Newt’s soft skin near the
shoulder as he felt the pleasure exploding in his mind in tremendous waves.
They were a mess, both of them hurrying to a blind devastating pleasure. Thomas
came in a loud cry, but needed a few more jerky and powerful thrusts before
hearing Newt coming too, crushing his hand.
Panting heavily against his sheets, Newt smiled as Thomas’ head crashed near
his, his lips pressing against the Brit’s knuckles. They both stayed a few
seconds like this, staring at each other, out of breath, smiling. Then Thomas
leant in to capture his lips in a tender kiss before slowly pulling off of him.
He needed all his will to make the effort to take off the condom, toss it in
the bin and then clean himself with a tissue. Newt had turned to his side and
welcomed him in his arms to cuddle for a few minutes. Thomas loved this, even
with their bodies damp with sweat, nuzzling in his lover’s neck. It was like a
cocoon he never wanted to leave, in which Newt would never doubt himself or
feared to be abandoned… An idea suddenly popped up in his head:
“Newt?”
“Hm?” The blonde had his eyes closed, a light smile on his lips.
“Would you… Would you be my date for my prom?” Thomas asked shyly.
Prom must definitely look childish to a 19 years old, but as he asked he felt
the desperate hope the blonde would say yes. He had seen this scene in the
Queer as Folk TV show Brenda watched where the youngest asked it to his
companion, but he definitely hoped Newt wouldn’t turn him down like Brian
turned down Justin… Even if he went afterwards… Looking up to his boyfriend,
Thomas saw a very stunned Newt that was staring at him with wide eyes:
“To prom?”
“Yeah… Well I’m not that interested, like Brenda or Harriet but… If you’re
there…” The brunette murmured.
“I…” The Brit smiled. “I’m very touched you asked. But I must tell you, I’m a
terrible dancer.”
“I don’t care.” Thomas shook his head. “Would you go with me?”
Newt smiled gently and just kissed his lover on his eyelid before whispering
his answer:
“Yeah. I’ll come.”
Thomas smiled widely, happy as a child could be. He wished this moment could
never end. It was sappy, but he didn’t care: he was in love and it would last
for a long time. He was sure of it.
 
The end.
End Notes
     "Minho is yelling at me because we haven't brought back the car..."
     Thomas murmured reading his texts.
     "He's always yelling." Newt chuckled.
     There was a sudden knock on the door, both naked boys freezing, and a
     feminine voice called out:
     "Newt, honey, when you and your cutie are done, come in the kitchen,
     will you? Your grandma'd like to say hi."
     Thomas looked at his lover, horrified: how long have they been there?
     Both their faces looked like crimson lighthouses.
     "Newt, you hear me?" Another knock came.
     "Yes, mum! I hear you! Just leave us, for Christ's sake!" The blonde
     yelled.
     They heard a chuckle and footsteps fading. Thomas wanted to die: what
     a way to meet your boyfriend's parents.
     "Granny, they are coming. They're almost done."
     "Let me die!" Thomas whined as Newt tried to suffocate himself in one
     of his pillows.
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