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A lot can change in a year. Sometimes that's a good thing, sometimes it's bad.
Most of this change has been mental. It's been hard, sure. Thomas has had his fair share of difficult moments, trying to navigate through his own life while raising his daughter and looking after his incredibly traumatized, fresh out of the sex industry husband. Though, since Newt had started working as a neurobiologist, he's been a lot happier. Thomas got that. It was hard to just mill about the house all day. Having something to do was going to help.
Sonya and Harriet had just gotten engaged. Newt was helping them plan their wedding. That was keeping her busy. And, of course, after a year of begging, they'd given in and bought DeeDee a puppy. Thomas decided it was better a dog than a carnivorous plant. Minho and Alby stopped by quite often. Newt liked to insist that there was something going on between them, but Thomas thought he was looking too far into it. And, of course, Brenda and Gally had finally established a proper romantic relationship. That was exciting.
Jorge had ended up moving back from Alaska. Mary wasn't too pleased about this, but Thomas liked that both of his parents were here to watch DeeDee grow up. Now that Teresa and Aris were married, they were all like a big happy family. Keisha was over a lot, too. She brought Jackie and Dante most of the time. Having Sonya back in their lives had had a big impact on their family.
Not everything was positive, though. Newt had gone through a lot of therapy, but he was still on some heavy antidepressants. And they still hadn't had sex. It wasn't like that was a big deal breaker, or anything, but c'mon. Two years borderline celibate was a lot for Thomas. It was something, however, that he could live with. Newt was going through a lot, and he'd carry that trauma with him for the rest of his life. Thomas could wait until he was ready, if he ever would be.
There was lots to do, anyway. They'd converted Newt's old work room into a private library, and Thomas had made it his personal mission to have those books properly organized and categorized. Newt thought it was funny that he was taking it so seriously, but Thomas knew exactly where every single book would be at any given moment. Newt couldn't say that much.
"DeeDee, your mum's here!" Newt calls up the stairs.
Right. Teresa and Aris were taking DeeDee for the week. She didn't know it yet, but they were taking her to Disney. Teresa had wanted to make it a big family trip, but Newt couldn't take that much time off work so soon, and Thomas didn't like Aris enough yet. So they got the house to themselves for the week, and that meant they'd be spending their evenings cuddled up in bed. Or getting incredibly competitive while playing chess. It could go either way.
"Take good care of her, won't you?" Thomas prompts as DeeDee comes barreling down the stairs.
"I always do," Teresa promises him.
"Be good for your mother," Thomas says to DeeDee. She promises. "And have lots of fun this week. Newt and I will come pick you up next Monday, okay?"
DeeDee nods. "Take good care of Elsa." That was the dog, by the way.
"We will," Newt assures her. "Promise."
And then they were off. And then it was just Newt and Thomas. They watch through the window as the car pulls out of their driveway. DeeDee was going to have a blast. Thomas knew that much. He and Newt would have to take her somewhere like that soon. Maybe in the summer.
"Tommy," Newt says quietly. "I'm going to say something, and I don't want you to respond with 'are you sure?'."
"Okay," Thomas says, not sure where this is going. "Go for it."
"I want to have sex with you."
It's really hard to keep his promise here. After all this time, after everything he's been through? It's kind of Thomas's duty to make sure Newt's sure about it. Newt must see his struggle to respond, because he shoots him a nervous smile.
"I'm ready to give it a shot," he continues. "I mean... 's been a long time. I think I'll be okay."
"You wanna take the lead?" Thomas prompts. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable. At any point in time, if you wanna stop, we'll stop. No questions asked."
Newt nods slowly. "Kiss me, will you?"
Thomas kisses him hard, not wasting any more time. His hands find their way to the blond's waist on instinct, the same way Newt's hands end up on his face. Thomas nips his bottom lip and then kisses his way down his husband's jawline. He's waited so long for this.
"Should we, um-" Thomas moves on to his neck, sucking a hickey into the pristine flesh- "Oh. That's... Should we head upstairs?"
"If that's what you want," Thomas says, breath hot against the blond's neck. "Or we could just do it on the couch. Nobody's home."
His mouth moves to the juncture between Newt's neck and shoulder, and the blond's knees buckle on their own accord. He loves that tattoo. The yellow rose. He loathed the scar it was covering, but he loved the tattoo.
"Yeah," Newt breathes. "Couch works."
So Thomas sits down on the couch, pulling Newt into his lap. The blond shifts to properly straddle him, kissing him again. Thomas's hands find their way to his husband's ass, squeezing and groping in a way that would be absolutely shameful in any other scenario.
He kisses his way back down Newt's neck, leaving a trail of reddening marks in his wake. Newt's hands are on his shoulders, his breathing already ragged. Thomas groans as Newt's hips roll into his. This was already getting heated. It's been so long, it definitely wasn't going to take much.
Thomas presses one last kiss to the corner of Newt's mouth before pulling away. The blond chases after him, disappointed. That was a good sign that maybe he wasn't going to be uncomfortable during this after all.
"Tommy, please do something," he manages. "I'm so-"
"I know, baby, I know." The crotch of his own pants had tightened something considerable. "Do we still have lube in the bathroom down here?"
"I think so."
Thomas kisses him one last time, and then gently pushes Newt out of his lap. He rushes to the bathroom to retrieve the necessary items and returns to his flushed, breathless husband. He so hoped Newt wasn't going to get uncomfortable. Seeing him like this was driving Thomas insane.
Thomas sits back down, scooping the blond back into his lap. Newt's eager to kiss him again. Thomas lets him take control of it. Newt's hands find purchase on the back of the couch behind Thomas's head. Thomas has to look up to kiss him properly. His hands find their way to Newt's hips, and then they're dipping under his shirt, dancing along his stomach, then up his ribcage.
"Can I take this off?" Thomas asks, bringing one hand down to tug at the hem of Newt's shirt.
Newt nods impatiently. "Only if you ditch yours, too."
Thomas was content with that. He pulls his own shirt over his head, and then helps Newt out of his. Newt's hands are on his chest in an instant. His hands are freezing.
"How are we doing?" Thomas asks.
"Good," Newt breathes. "Don't leave me hanging."
"I won't," Thomas assures him. "Can I take your pants off?"
"Oh, please do."
Within the next three minutes, Thomas has stripped the both of them of any remaining clothing. He's reluctant to continue. He doesn't want to make Newt uncomfortable. After everything traumatic he's been through surrounding sex, this could really be pushing his limits.
"You sure you're ready?" Thomas asks.
"Tommy, if you don't fuck me right now, I'll go find someone else to."
Thomas laughs gently, and retrieves the bottle of lubricant from the end table. He squirts some onto his fingers before nudging Newt's thighs apart with his dry hand. He eases one finger inside. Wow, he was tight. He finds Newt's prostate in no time. Even after two years, Thomas still remembers where it is. Up, and to the right.
"Oh, God, Tommy..."
He adds a second finger once Newt starts rolling his hips against Thomas's finger. Wow, it was hot having Newt on top of him like this. Thomas should really have him in this position more often. He thrusts hard into the blond's prostate, just to hear his husband's surprised yelp morph into a moan.
"You want a third?" Thomas asks.
Newt nods, gasping for breath. "Please."
Thomas slips in a third finger, scissoring two and driving his middle finger in even deeper. Newt's Adam's apple bobs with every gasp, moan, and whimper he lets out. Oh, how Thomas has missed hearing those sounds.
"Good job, baby," Thomas praises. "You're doing so well for me, my love."
"Tommy, if you don't fuck me right- Oh! Right now, we're-"
Thomas carefully removes his fingers out of the blond's hole, circling the sensitive rim a few times with the tip of one finger before pulling away completely. Newt’s regained enough sense to look at him properly, the plea going unsaid. Newt makes to roll off of him, but Thomas holds him by the hips, keeping him in place.
"Why don't you stay up here?"
Newt's brow furrows in confusion. "You want me to ride you?"
"I'm thinking you'll feel more comfortable if you're not all boxed in," Thomas says. "I can help you out, though. You don't have to do all the work."
"I know how to do it."
"I know you do," Thomas says. "But I still wanna help."
Thomas keeps his hold on Newt's hips as the blond lines himself up and slowly sinks down on Thomas's cock. He bottoms out, staying in place to get used to the feeling. Thomas's hands fall to the backs of his thighs, thumbs brushing back and forth.
He's so impossibly tight. Thomas isn't going to be able to last very long.
It takes a minute or two, but Newt, hands braced on on Thomas's shoulders, rises back up. Thomas pulls him back down, angled just right to make Newt see stars.
“I love you so much,” Thomas murmurs, kissing his neck. “You’re taking me so well, darling.”
“Oh, Tommy.”
“You’re so pretty,” Thomas praises, holding Newt's hips down as he begins to thrust in and out shallowly.
“Tom- ah!” He cuts himself off when Thomas purposely thrusts into his prostate. He’s not hitting anywhere else now, wanting to bring Newt over the edge. “So- so big- ah- Tommy, please…”
“Shh, shh, you’re okay.” Thomas brushes his hair out of his face. “So good for me. Such a good boy.”
“Harder. Please.”
Thomas is more than happy to oblige.
He's doing most of the work now, lifting Newt's hips up and down for him. That was okay. As long as Newt didn't feel trapped. That was what mattered.
"Tommy, Tommy-"
Thomas knows what that means. He's that close, too.
"Oh, fuck-"
"You're taking it so well, darling," Thomas praises him. "I've got you."
Newt's putty in his hands. He always has been, but never quite like this. Never literally.
So when Thomas's hand closes over his aching dick, pumping in time with his thrusts, it doesn't take very long for Newt to tip over that edge, painting their chests white. Thomas is right, there, too, muttering soft apologies and praises when his thrusts result in overstimulated gasps from the blond. With one last, deep thrust, Thomas finishes inside the blond, being as gentle as possible as he rides out the orgasm.
Newt collapses against his chest, still breathing heavily. Thomas brings one hand up to run through his hair.
"God, you were loud," Thomas teases. "The world could have been ending out there, and I would have had no idea."
Newt laughs, taking Thomas's arm and pulling it around him. "Yunno," he says. "I wouldn't mind if the world ends, as long as I die in your arms."