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The second chance part 5
By Friday night, Thomas and Newt were exhausted. They’d spent all week rushing to classes and doing homework at any possible time. Only to come home to more work, until collapsing onto their beds for a few hours of sleep, before repeating. Hiding their relationship from everyone became a daily task.
Despite how tired they were, the boys decided to watch a movie. Thomas’s parents were out shopping, and it was one of the only things they could do as a couple without anyone knowing. The brunet put a movie in the DVD player, and Newt got comfortable on the fuzzy couch. As it started, Thomas put his arm around Newt, and he snuggled into Thomas’s side. Newt lay his head on His chest and sighed. There was nothing that felt better than just being with Thomas right now. They weren't more than 20 minutes into the movie when Newt’s eye lids drooped. He closed them for a second, planning to open them up again, but they were too heavy. Newt slipped into a peaceful, well needed sleep in the arms of his boyfriend.
He wasn't sure when he woke up, but at some point Newt became self aware of his head, rising and falling evenly on his boyfriend’s chest as the brunet breathed. Opening his eyes, Newt looked at the tv, the screen was black. Apparently the movie had ended without him. He craned his neck to look at Thomas, who had fallen asleep also. His arm still draped around Newt. He studied Thomas’s sleeping face. Knowing this time he would wake up. He remembered all the days spent sitting by Thomas’s side, watching him sleep, wishing he’d wake up. He really was cute when he slept. He looked at Thomas’s arm, heavily weighing on his shoulder, his hand wrapped around Newt's torso protectively. He reached up a finger and started tracing shapes on his boyfriend's muscular arm, lost in thought. Circle, square triangle, circle, square, triangle. A little smily face, and a spiral. Newt paused when the sleeping boy twitched. He looked up to see a smile widening across his cheeks.
“Hi there Tommy,” Newt said softly.
“You fell asleep,” Thomas yawned. He stretched with his free arm and held Newt tighter with the other.
“So did you, apparently,” Newt smirked and snuggled deeper into his chest, breathing in his sent.
“Well, do go on,” Thomas nodded at him.
“Go on what?” Newt asked, confused.
“Isn't that what couples do? Trace things on each other, and they have to guess what it is?”
“Oh. Ok,” Newt laughed softly and started drawing on his arm again.
“Um… Is it a cat face?” Thomas wrinkled his nose in thought.
“Not even close!” He traced it again.
“Are you sure you're doing it right?” Thomas teased.
“Yes! It's a bloody star!” Newt laughed.
“Well if you think it's so easy, you try Mr. British,” Thomas smirked, and traced something on Newt’s wrist.
“Ah, it's a fish,” Newt guessed.
“You were looking,” Thomas said blankly.
“Was not!”
“Can we play something else?” Thomas pouted like a little kid.
“So I finally found something I can beat you at!” He laughed in triumph.
“Oh, my parents are gonna be back soon!” Thomas exclaimed, looking at his watch.
“How long has it been?” Newt asked as he stretched, knowing cuddle time was over.
“Well, it happens to be like 10, which means a few hours, which is exactly how long my parents were going to be gone!” Thomas got up and took the movie out of the player.
“Well, I guess I better go then,” Newt peeled himself from the comfortable couch and stood. Thomas went to him, and gave him a quick kiss.
“Goodnight Newt,” Thomas whispered slowly.
“Goodnight Tommy,” he smiled and went up to Thomas’s room, slid through their windows, and collapsed onto his bed. Without bothering to change his cloths, Newt slipped under the covers. He missed Thomas’s smell, the feeling of his arm wrapped around him, and the slow rise and fall of his chest against Newt's head, but the Brit welcomed sleep all the same. All Newt wanted was more moments like that with his boyfriend.