risk | newtmas

♡ fourteen, goodnight

-'♡'-

"Tommy you're back!" Newt said as Thomas walked back into the dorm, he was laying top to tail with Minho on Minho's bed. It was obviously lacking the space they needed but they didn't seem to care all that much.

Thomas pushed a smile to his lips as the all familiar ache in his chest returned — it wasn't a bad ache, more so a ache of want. He wanted Newt more then he was willing to admit. He pushed the feeling aside as he sat down onto his bed.

He placed his hoodie next to him, "Hi" He said. Looking between the two boys. Minho smiled sleepily. The boy looked so tired, it made Thomas want to chuckle.

"Hi, where'd ya go?" Minho asked. It was sweet how Minho constantly cared about where the boy was, and what he was doing. Thomas hadn't said anything about it, but he knew Minho did it with all his friends, as if he really care about where they were.

Thomas stretched his shoulders out, "Teresa's room" He said softly. He tried to keep his gaze away from Newt but it was like trying not to press the big red button that said 'do not press'

"Ohh, How are our girls?" Minho asked. He always called Brenda and Teresa their girls. Not in a romantic way, Teresa and Brenda were the only two girls in their friendship, everyone felt protective over them.

"Grumpy, they kicked me out." Thomas said. It dawned on him as he started getting ready for bed that he slept shirtless, Newt was in here and Thomas was going to sleep shirtless.

It almost convinced him to sleep with a shirt on, but he hated how it felt as he slept, he always got hot way to fast and he knew he would hardly get any sleep if he even tried.

Despite knowing he had a good body, due to using the campus gym as a distraction — and also working out and playing sports before college, but that wasn't the issue. It was the fact Newt would see him shirtless.

He was overthinking it, Newt probably wouldn't even care, it would make no difference to his life — but Thomas cared.

He pulled his shirt off over his head, balling it up and throwing it towards the laundry basket in the corner, leaving him in grey sweat pants, the waistband of his boxers sitting slightly above the waistband of his sweats.

He watched as the shirt landed in the basket swifty, making him smile proudly, looking back at the two boys.

Minho was laughing at Thomas' antics. Thomas looked over at Newt, suddenly feeling his body go ten times the temperature it was originally, as he felt Newt's eyes over his body.

He wanted to be a cocky basted and say something, he wanted to choke something out and be confident like he would be with anyone else but he couldn't, it was driving him mental how nervous he was.

"Newt" Minho warned sternly, his tone coming off the as what a dads would.

Newt pulled his eyes away from Thomas' naked torso, looking at Minho, "Huh?" Newt said. Obviously distracted.

Thomas should be feeling cocky right now, he should be proud, teasing the blonde.

He couldn't he was just nervous, instead, he leaned back against the wall, smirking every so slightly as he looked at the blonde.