Author's Note: I still do not own TMR. All rights belong to James Dashner. Also, extremely sorry for the long hiatus!

Part VI

Newt was pretty sure he had just gone through 'Tommy Hell'.

Cursing Thomas's slow recovery rate, Newt had to suffer through two unbearable days of being tempted by his boyfriend's 'unbearable hotness' and 'constant shirtless state'. It was driving Newt positively insane. He had to restrain himself with the willpower of all the holy beings he knew to not just snap and lick every single drop of sweat off Thomas's glistening, tanned abs and grind against that clothed cock of his that he just fucking wanted inside him. He could already feel himself involuntarily shiver at the memory.

He almost cried in relief when Jeff and Clint, the trainees in charge of the college's infirmary, diagnosed Thomas as 'healthy and cured', much to the brunette's horrified chagrin.

Newt glanced over to Thomas's sleepy form from his place at the kitchen counter. His eyes closed shut, snoring quietly over his arm, legs spread hilariously all over the couch, looking so innocent and vulnerable it made every nerve in Newt's body twitch.

He'd been through a long day. Whilst Newt was mainly occupied with council work and classes, Thomas was undergoing rigorous training in preparation for his swimming tournament in a month's time. He'd be away for a week tops and Newt wanted to make sure Thomas had a taste of his own...training and leave him a very memorable and mind-blowing experience before he left.

Pushing the kitchen knife aside, he scraped off the chocolate flecks from his cheek and hopped over the counter, landing gracefully on the arm of the couch.

"T~ommy~," Newt cooed, stretching his leg and gently rubbing his boyfriend's crotch with his foot, toes smoothing over the fabric of Thomas's jeans.

Newt felt a smirk on his face as he felt Thomas's cock harden under his clothes.

"Erghhh..." Thomas groaned, yawning loudly before giving a lazy kick to Newt's ankle, "get off...trying to sleep..."

Wincing, Newt ignored the pain and crawled over, arms encircling around Thomas's as he slowly snuggled beside Thomas, relishing the heat radiating from the athlete's body as he skilfully locked their ankles together, knees smoothing over one another's. He could even feel the bulge hardening against his thigh, making him blush.

The blonde really loved this position. He could feel his boyfriend's musky breath tickling his ear and the muscled arms instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.

The expression on Thomas's face quickly changed from disgruntled to calm. Newt felt him shift slightly and his heart almost stopped when he felt a pair of moist lips against his neck.

"No funny business," Thomas ordered, comically deflating the blonde's ego.

Newt carefully detached himself from Thomas's tempting mouth, instead tracing his own chocolate-coated fingers over his lower lip.

"I made some for you," Newt whispered, boldly nipping Thomas's earlobe, earning him a strained groan as he watched Thomas's eyes flutter open.

Tiredly focusing his vision, Thomas stared in surprise at the chocolate-covered fingers being shoved in front of his face.

"Chocolate?" Thomas raised a nonchalant eyebrow.

Before Newt could even react, his wrist was being yanked towards the brunette's chest. He could feel the light drum of Thomas's heartbeat through his fingertips, circulating throughout his throbbing veins.

"T-Tommy what are you - "

All colour drained from his face as he watched Thomas take his fingers into his mouth.

Thomas's mouth.

His fingers in Thomas's mouth.

He was sucking his fingers, they were in Tommy's mouth, and quite honestly he looked like he was blowing someone with an expression like that.

"T-Tommy - !"

"Hmm?"

Newt felt like swearing hearing that casual response.

Thomas honestly did look like he was blowing someone, making those godforsaken noises and the minuscule blush on his face and the look of ecstasy flashing through his eyes.

And those noises.

Newt's blood ran cold.

He felt what remaining blood he had left shoot into his groin. Thomas was simply sliding his fingers in and out of his mouth frustratingly slowly, making loud, obscene slurping noises and gradual, low moans. His lovely, chocolate-brown eyes looking up at Newt every once in a while, eyelashes fluttering teasingly, knowing damn well how he was affecting his adorable angel of a boyfriend.

B-Bloody hell!

Newt was sure he was undergoing a premature heart attack watching the porno acting out live in front of him. He wasn't so used to watching the innocent asshole of a boyfriend act so aggressive and dominant, and the shock almost made his heart stop. Dark, hazy brown met his own and the entirety of his exoskeleton shook

"So cute," Thomas rolled his eyes in amusement as he pressed their bodies closer together until Newt was burrowing his face onto the his torso. Every pore of the blonde's skin was tingling with lust and he was pretty damn sure his brain just stopped functioning and god knows what was fogging his higher thought processes.

"B-Bloody hell!" Newt almost catapulted off his boyfriend and firmly landed on his butt, his back hitting against the edge of the coffee table, "L-Look here, I'm the seducer, not you!"

Irritation grew as he saw the wide smirk on his boyfriend's face.

"Seducers don't blush at their own seduction attempts," Thomas sat up slowly, enjoying the view in front of him.

Newt's face had quickly adorned a charming tomato-red, contrasting wildly with his flawless pale skin, his pretty pink lips biting coyly onto each other. Thomas's oversized sports jersey hung loosely around his slender frame and his shorts hung even more loosely around his hips, showing off a quick glimpse of his briefs.

Thomas didn't really know what was up with Newt's obsession with wearing his clothes, but he had absolutely nothing to complain about.

With a playful smile, Thomas offered his hand.

"My angel?"

Turning away in embarrassment, Newt took his hand ungratefully, his blush darkening and reaching the tips of his ears.

"Idiot."

Thomas's smile twitched, "Don't go all coy on me again, Newt. I'm surprised you haven't taken the chance to jump on me yet."

That's because you look really tired and I don't want to bloody stress you out further you piece of - , Newt was voluntarily derailed from his thoughts when a strong arm grabbed his waist and pulled him flat against the brunette's chest. A rush of desire pummelled through the blonde and he flailed around slightly looking for something to save him from his suffering. Being slapped in the face by his boyfriend's attractive body scent was not helping his situation.

"Given up so soon already?" Thomas smirked cheekily, brushing his nose against the softness of Newt's hair.

It annoyed Newt to no end that Thomas had hit his growth spurt and had grown at least two inches taller than him. Newt always used to be the taller of the two and always had a complex about his height and would admire his Tommy enviously about it. However, said growth spurt brought along some very...acceptable changes that Newt didn't exactly mind so he kept his mouth shut.

"As if, Tommy. I'm just giving you a chance," Newt mentally forced back his blush, "don't let your guard down, we're back in business starting tomorrow morning! Got that, shank?"

Thomas's expression turned mocking, eyebrows raising dramatically at the 'threat', "Oh no, I'm so scared. You're as terrifying as a Pomeranian, Newt."

"Poms can get bloody fierce, you watch out," Newt smirked, licking his lips as he gave Thomas a hard shove, pushing him down to the sofa as he pounced on him, trapping the taller boy under him, "can't really tell whether they're going to shucking kill you with their cuteness, eh?"

Thomas laughed. A purely, humoured laugh he hadn't have in a long time after discovering the intensive training schedule he'd have to follow for the swimming tournament.

"I love you," Thomas grinned, eyes glinting mock devilishly as he swiftly slipped his fingers up Newt's shirt and started violently tickling him.

The other boy gave a terrified yelp and fell back on the brunette's legs, clutching his sides.

"No fair, you cheated!" Newt panted.

"All's fair in love and tickle fights, baby," Thomas replied with a cackle.

And before they knew it, they had abandoned all maturity and dignity they didn't even have from the start and engaged in the most epic tickle fight of the 21st century.

Using a pillow as a shield, Newt squealed as he started whacking the other boy when he found his weak spot on the sole of his foot.

Maybe I'll plan later, the blonde thought, cutting off all mature thoughts as he gave another squeal and started running for the hills.

OKAY SO MAYBE I KINDA MAYBE UHHH PROCRASTINATED A LOT ON THIS I'M SORRY BABIES.

But officially, here's the sixth part of Our Bet! I sincerely hope you like it because I just killed all my brain cells doing this.

Next chapter will proceed with Newt's 'awesomely fantastic' plan on getting himself laid with Tommy!