The Maze Runner Imagines: Newt (Thomas Brodie Sangster) Book 2

Night Newt

I sat on my small excuse for a bed still nursing my neck, often checking if the bleeding had yet to stop but there was always more on the tissue. I checked again and it was clean enough so I threw it away and started to fix my hair back to normal.

I heard footsteps across the old church floor and I saw it was Newt he came over and smiled

"Hey I found a couple more blankets" he says offering me one

"Ohh thanks, newt"

"No worries, try and get some sleep alright love"

"I'll try" I nodded "Sleep tight newt"

He chuckled a moment "You too"

He then headed away across the church to the small corner he had proclaimed as his own where his own excuse for a bed sat he threw his blanket on the bed with his other covers ran a hand through his hair and then slipped off the dark red shirt he had been wearing tossing it to a pile in the corner leaving him in his cargo trousers and his long sleeve white shirt now grey from the sweat, dust and dirt of all the time between its last wash and now. He rolled his sleeves up and grabbed his bottle from the side having to crane his head back far to get the last few drops inside it so much so I could watch his Adam's apple Bob as he swallowed before returning the bottle to the side of was then we locked eyes and I blushed to look away somewhat embarrassed I got caught looking at him, then again not sure why I had continued to look at him? It's Newt. I've seen him every day for as long as I can remember. He gave me a little wave and I waved back feeling the awkwardness of it all. I decided just to go to bed so I got up to swap my shirt over to sleep not thinking about much and turning away to swap my shirt to the one I used to sleep far too big for me of course almost reaching my knees meaning I was then covered to kick my trousers off and as I did I turned back and caught eyes with newt again this time he was watching me rather in depth so I kicked my trouser off and kinda glared at him he rubbed the back of his neck a little blushing where he got caught and he shrugged. I checked everyone else was still busy in the main part of the church and I headed across to the edge of his little area my hands behind my back as I spoke as quietly as I could

"Do you mind?"

"What?" He asked as hushed as me

"Staring newt"

"So? You started it" he smirked leaning closer so we could whisper without the threat of discovery "Don't stare at me I won't stare at you"

"Well... you can't blame a girl for looking newt"

"Then you can't blame a boy for looking, essentially when you flash that much skin"

"Like you haven't seen it before in the glade"

"Doesn't mean I don't wanna see it"

"I thought you were tired?"

"I am. Now it's going to be even harder to get to sleep"

"Sure goodnight newt"

"Night love"

I headed back to my own bed even if I purposely tugged my shirt a little higher as I walked I climbed into my little bed wrapping the sheets around me he too climbed into his bed leaning in the wall to slyly smile at me I smirked and moved my hand back unclipping my bra and pulling it out from under my shirt tossing it with my other clothes all of which he watched and seemed very amused by, in response his hands slipped under his blankets he checked we were still completely alone and after some shuffling, he pulled his trousers from the blanket and threw them with his shirt giving me a sick smile. I smirked and tugged my shirt up enough that he could see my bare stomach he looked incredibly eager biting his lip hard and leant forward in his anticipation When he noticed I had stopped he got frustrated but tugged his blankets down and his shirt up enough to reveal his hips, his rather prominent v and lower stomach biting his bottom lip a little before he looked at me expectantly. I blushed hard but tugged my shirt up holding it tight to my body lifting it but keeping my hands tight to my chest protecting myself letting my shirt expose my underboob and little else but that was more than enough for him just the flash of skin was enough his hand moving under the blankets slowly. I dropped my shirt back and looked at him equally as expectantly he blushed a little but again glanced to check we were alone before both hands slipped under his blankets shifting a moment before finally a pair of red boxers exited the blankets and were hidden under his other clothes he leant back on his elbows and smirked at me shifting his hips he glances down suggestively before looking back at me.