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New York's city lights shined bright through the window's of Thomas's apartment, located on the 5th highest floor. Newt looked down at the busy streets, the snow falling delicately to the ground. The white flecks glimmered against all the Christmas decorations located around the city. Newt sighed, turning around to grab his coat off the single standing black coat rack. Thomas leaned against the door arch, folding his arm's against his crisp white collared shirt."I really can't stay..." Newt whispers loud enough, facing towards the door. Newt fists tighten around the fabric of the beige coat, cuddling himself up in the warmth. Thomas jumps himself off the door frame, quickly taking Newt's coat off him. Newt arches his back, letting the man easily slide it off."Baby it's cold outside," Thomas interjects, taking the coat off Newt. Newt dances his arms around himself, looking over his shoulder to smirk at the taller."I got to go away..," Newt teases, flirtatiously resting his head on his own shoulder, looking back at Thomas."Baby it's cold outside.." Thomas looks back at the boy, before carelessly throwing the coat back to the coat rack, making it land onto the floor."This evening has been..-"Been hoping that you dropped in," Thomas quickly walks in front of Newt, rubbing the back of his neck, blushing."So..very nice.." Newt bounces on his toes, walking towards Thomas on his tiptoes grabbing Thomas's right hand with both of his. He looks up at the brunette lovingly."I'll hold you hands.." Thomas smirks, twisting himself around to hold Newt's fingers with his hands, leaning down to kiss the back of the blonde's hand. "They're just like ice." Thomas mumbles against the skin, before fixing himself back up still holding his hand."My mother will start to worry.." Newt doesn't look back into Thomas's chocolate eyes, thinking back to his worrying mother."Beautiful, what's your hurry?" Thomas questions him, dragging him in closer to his chest."My father will be pacing the floor." Newt blushes, thinking about how his father already doesn't like Thomas, being protective over his 'little boy' as he says."Listen to that fireplace roar." Thomas points behind him, hinting at the burning log. Newt hesitates, the warm heat inviting him in."So really I'd better scurry." Newt rolls his eyes, twirling the two by their intertwined hands towards the door,"Beautiful, please don't hurry." Thomas pulls him back in, twirling them back into Thomas's apartment. "But maybe just a half a drink more?" Newt slides against Thomas's home bar, sliding his soft hands against the laminated surface. He smiles and Thomas leans up next to him, towering over the blonde."I'll put some records on while I pour." Thomas looks down, his hand creeping behind Newt to his back. Newt's back leans up against the bar, while his hands prop themselves behind him."The neighbours might think.." Newt looks up at him, battering his eyelashes. "Baby it's bad out there." Thomas swirls his whiskey in his hands, sipping it, and hands it to Newt. Newt holds the glass with two hands, and sniffs the amber liquid."Say what's in this drink?" He giggles, His face shrivels up from the bitter smell. "No cabs to be had out there," Thomas smirks, hand resting on his hip."I wish a knew how.." Newt places the glass down, before threating his hands through his blonde hair."Your eyes are like starlight now," Thomas smiles and Newt sighs, "To break this spell.""I'll take your hat.." Thomas takes off Newt's hat, before lifting Newt's chin up to look at him, "Your hair looks swell," Newt pushes away from Thomas teasing,"I ought to say no, no, no sir,-"Mind if I move in closer?" Thomas interrupts him, stepping closer to the blonde. "At least I'm gonna say that I tried," Newt rolls his eyes, letting Thomas bring him in by his waist."What's the sense of hurting my pride?" Newt rests his hand on Thomas's chest, while the other is intertwined with the calloused hand."I really can't stay-"Baby don't hold out," Thomas twirls Newt in circles, then quickly bringing him back in by his waist. "Baby it's cold outside." Newt sighs, freeing himself from Thomas's grip. He turns his back to him, rubbing his neck and rolling his eyes again."You're very pushy y'know?" Thomas grabs his chin again, laughing. "I'd like to think of it as opportunistic." Thomas's pets the blondes hair, before being swatted away."I simply must go," Newt holds onto Thomas's biceps and looks up into his eyes, "Baby, it's cold outside." Thomas swings the two around,"The answer is no.-"But baby, it's cold outside" Thomas picks Newt up bridal style, running over to the huge glass window. He shows him the snow falling,"The welcome has been,-"How lucky that you dropped in," Newt gets put down, and looks over to the fireplace. "So nice and warm.." Thomas pulls Newt in by his waist before he leaves, holding his chin to make him look at the view."Look out the window at that storm." Thomas points, Newt just laughs."My sister will be suspicious," Newt thinks back again, and Thomas rubs his head. "Gosh, your lips look delicious." He once again grabs his chin, and leans to kiss the older boy."My brother will be there at the door." Newt smirks up at the brunette, who was scared of Minho. "Waves upon a tropical shore.." He mumbles out, thinking about the wrath of Minho."My Maiden Aunt's mind is vicious.." Newt pushes Thomas's hair back, Thomas holding his forearm. Thomas looks down, ""Gosh, your lips look delicious..." Newt quickly pecks Thomas lips, before pulling away and winking at him."But maybe just a cigarette more.-"Never such a Blizzard before.""And I don't even smoke.." Newt whispers to himself "I gotta get home," Newt announces, waving Thomas goodbye."Baby you'll freeze out there.." Thomas runs to get him, before he leaves out the door. "Say, lend me your comb." Newt places his beige coat on again, ruffling Thomas hair."It's up to your knees out there." Thomas worriedly points to the door, "You've really been grand,-"I feel when I touch your hand," Thomas grabs Newts hand,"But don't you see?" Newt teases, still holding Thomas's hand behind him. "How can you do this thing to me?" Thomas twirls him again, before snagging his arm back to pull Newt in closer, surprising him."There's bound to be a talk tomorrow.." Newt flirtatiously looks up, and rests his hands on Thomas's face. "Think of my life-long sorrow.." Thomas pouts jokingly,"At least there will be plenty implied,-"If you got pneumonia and died," Thomas grins, leaning his face closer and closer to him."I really can't stay..-" Get over that hold-out," Newt blushes, "Baby it's cold, baby it's cold outside.." They quickly peck, and Newt takes off his beige coat, throwing it somewhere."Fine. Just another drink then." Newt leads Thomas's into the living room, before plopping himself down on the white fur rug. "That took a lot of convincing." Newt rolls his eyes, before leaning into a loved-filled kiss under the Christmas tree and next to the fireplace.
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