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Late morning light crept into the apartment, casting a warm and golden glow over the room. Newt and Thomas had spent the night together binge-watching the last season of Thomas’ favorite series. “And whose fault is that? I have been telling you to start watching this show for months. You have to watch it right now with me.” That was what Thomas had said when Newt told him he hadn’t seen any of the earlier seasons. “Well, this season sucks.” That was what Thomas said when the last episode ended.
As always, Newt woke up first. He stared at the ceiling for seconds, remembering the last night’s scenarios. He gently looked down to check on his boyfriend and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle as he felt his heart filled with affection. Thomas was still fast asleep, his face half-buried in Newt’s neck, and his dark hair all messy and sticking up in every direction. Newt brought his other free hand and ran his fingers through Thomas’s hair. He wasn’t usually one for sappy thoughts, but something about seeing Thomas all rumpled and peaceful like this always made his heart do a little flip.
They had been together for two years now. Crazy numbers. If you ask Newt what was one of his favorite moments from those two years, he will answer that mornings like these were his favorite—the quiet and lazy kind where there was nothing to do except be next to each other and enjoy each other’s company.
Newt quietly yawned as he carefully freed himself from Thomas's embrace. He shushed Thomas back to sleep when Thomas half-sleepily asked him where he was going and his boyfriend went back to sleep instantly later. A soft smile tugged at Newt’s lips before he successfully slipped out from beneath the blanket, left the bedroom door open, and tiptoed toward the kitchen.
Newt knew Thomas well enough to know that food—especially bacon—was the best way to wake him up. The soft sizzle of eggs soon filled the air, followed by the rich aroma of coffee. After a few minutes, everything was nearly ready. Newt served everything nicely. Two hot mugs of coffee and tea sat on the dining table, along with two plates of scrambled eggs, toast, and crispy bacon.
When Newt was finally satisfied with how the food was looking, he returned to their shared bedroom. His boyfriend was still fast asleep. That was kind of odd, he thought to himself. Thomas always woke up when any smell of food filled the air. He knelt next to Thomas, gently moving a strand of hair from his forehead.
“Tommy,” Newt whispered softly, leaning down to kiss Thomas’ temple. “Are you going to wake up now?”
Thomas groaned and shut his eyes even tighter. Newt chuckled, his breath tickling the side of Thomas’s face as he leaned closer.
“Come on, Tommy. You want me to have all those foods by myself?”
With a dazed blink, Thomas’ eyes flickered open and tried to focus on Newt’s face. “Food?”
Newt laughed softly. “Yes, food. Come on, now. Up you get.” He stood and extended a hand, tugging Thomas into a sitting position. Thomas let out a big yawn as Newt guided him to the dining area.
Upon seeing the spread of food arranged on the table, a smile formed on his lips. "You really didn't need to go to all this trouble."
“Well... I stole the entire blanket last night. It’s the least I could do for you.”
Thomas laughed and raised his arms above his head. "You know, maybe you should make our breakfast every morning from now on. You do it every night."
“Don’t start,” Newt said, though his words lacked any genuine heat.
Thomas plopped into his chair with a satisfied sigh and went straight to his coffee. Newt always made it just the way he liked it. Unlucky him, he didn't notice how hot the mug was until it was too late.
As soon as the coffee made contact with his tongue, Thomas let out a yelp and quickly withdrew the mug. "Ow, shit!" He cried out, waving his hand in front of his mouth while his face contorted in pain.
Newt jumped up from his seat in alarm, his eyes widening. "Did you burn your tongue?"
Thomas nodded slightly, frowning as he stuck out his tongue a little, trying to cool it by blowing air into his mouth. "I had no idea it was that hot," he murmured softly, his voice muffled as he tried to relieve the burn.
Newt bit his lips, unsure whether to feel sympathetic or amused. He quickly got up and came back with a glass of icy water, which he handed to Thomas, who accepted it gratefully. The relief was instant, although his tongue still throbbed slightly from the burn.
“Better?” Newt asked.
Thomas nodded, giving him a small smile of appreciation. “Yeah, thanks. It's a little sore now, but I'll live.”
Newt crouched down next to Thomas's chair, his hands resting on Thomas's knee as his face softened. “Let me see,” he said softly, his tone gentle.
Thomas raised an eyebrow but obediently opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue slightly. He felt a little silly—only just a bit.
“Lucky you, I think I know exactly how to fix this,” Newt declared, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Wha—"
Newt leaned in and—without any warning—pressed a soft kiss to the tip of Thomas’ tongue. The unexpected gesture was incredibly warm, causing Thomas to widen his eyes in surprise and his cheeks to turn a deep shade of red. He stared at Newt in shock, his mouth still slightly open as if processing what had just happened.
“Why did you..." He felt the warmth of the blush creeping up his neck. He hadn’t expected Newt to do that at all, and the sudden burst of affection had caught him completely off guard. What was that? He felt like he was in a Rom-com show or something. He definitely was. Goddamn writers.
Newt only grinned, his expression full of playful innocence. “What? I'm kissing it better.”
Thomas blinked, his mind still reeling from the unexpected kiss, but before he could say anything more, Newt leaned in and kissed him properly on the lips. The warmth and softness of the kiss melted away any lingering discomfort from the burn, and Thomas found himself leaning forward, craving more.
Without thinking, he moved closer, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Newt’s lips quirked up into a smile against his, and a soft laugh bubbled up from Newt’s chest, amused at how eagerly Thomas had responded.
“Needy, are we?” Newt teased, his voice light with laughter as he pulled back just a fraction to look at Thomas.
Thomas blushed more intensely, his heart pounding as he encountered Newt's entertained look. "You..." he weakly hit on Newt's chest. "You can’t just do that and expect me not to want more!” he sounded a little defensive but mostly flustered.
Newt laughed, affection filling his eyes as he gently stroked Thomas' chin. "Who am I to refuse?"
Newt leaned in again, pressing another soft kiss to Thomas’ lips. Thomas swears he felt his heart swell. He couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, his fingers reaching out to tangle in Newt’s hair.
They stayed like that for a long moment, kissing softly and lazily, completely lost in each other. When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested together, and both of them were grinning like idiots, breathless and happy.
“You’re ridiculous,” Thomas whispered.
Newt shrugged with a cheeky grin. “Hmm, you love me.”
Thomas couldn’t argue with that. He did love Newt for it—for his humor, his sweetness, and the way he always seemed to know exactly how to make Thomas’s heart skip a beat. He leaned in, pressing one more kiss to Newt’s lips.
“I do,” Thomas whispered, as he ran his fingers through Newt's blonde hair. God, his heart was about to burst. He really loved him. “I really do.”