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"WAKE UP SLINTHEADS."

Newt groaned against Thomas's chest. "Well good bloody morning Tommy" he mumbled.

Thomas laughed. "Good mor-" he started but was cut off by Minho yelling "I SAID WAKE UP SLINTHEADS."

"We're up shuckface" Thomas said loud enough for Minho to hear. They pulled on their shirts and crawled out of the tent. Minho and Teresa were munching on Poptarts and juice boxes.

They went over and sat down next to them and Newt grabbed a Poptart. "Mornin'" Thomas mumbled.

Minho raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Morning" he said "you two have a good night?"

Thomas took a giant bite of his Poptart. "Yea I guess" he said "we just went straight to sleep."

At that, Teresa and Minho burst out laughing. Newt felt his face burn red. Thomas stared at them, confused. "Wha?" he mumbled through a mouth full of food.

"Tom," Teresa started "even if there wasn't a giant hickey on your neck, along with nail marks on your shoulders, we could hear you. Tent walls aren't too thick."

Thomas's eyes got big and his face burned red. He grabbed his shirt collar and pulled it to hide the marks on his shoulders, but it was useless to try and hide the giant hickey on his neck. "Wha- I- um" Thomas rambled.

"Oh Newt, ohhh shuck Neeewt" Minho moaned in a surprisingly accurate impression of Thomas.

"Slim it!" Thomas yelled as he threw a Poptart at Minho.

Minho just deflected it and laughed. "I'm just glad our Thomas here is finally getting some" Minho said "we were starting to get worried he'd die a virgin."

Newt's face was blushing so hard he thought his face might catch fire any moment. Thomas buried his face in his hands and mumbled "I hate you guys."

"You love us" Teresa said.

"If you guys are done, we should head back home" Thomas said, his face starting to return to normal.

"Alright shank," Minho said "I gotta go get my eyeballs chopped off."

The next week was amazing. Thomas spent all his free time with Minho, Newt, or both. But eventually, the paradise came crashing down.

They sat in Thomas's basement and Minho was once again smashing Thomas's old basketball trophies. He seemed to be experiencing yet another mental breakdown, apparently Brenda had gotten a new boyfriend and Minho didn't take it too well. Teresa stood next to him, directing where to smash the trophies.

"I. HATE. HER. SO. MUCH." he yelled between smashes.

"Minho calm down, it's guna be okay" Thomas said. He put his hand on Minho's shoulder, he'd been trying to calm down Minho for an hour, but everything Thomas said just seemed to infuriate him even more.

"STOP!" Minho yelled. "You of all people cannot tell me it's guna be okay!"

Thomas's face fell. Newt stared at him, what is Minho talking about?

"Minho- I-" Thomas started, but Minho cut him off.

"No!" he said, tears streaming down his face. "You can't keep pretending Thomas! I can't keep pretending that I'm not going to loose everything!"

"Minho. Stop." Thomas said, he sounded desperate.

"Tom, he's right" Teresa said.

"Tommy, what are they talking about?" Newt said.

"Nothing" Thomas said in small voice.

"Tell him!" Minho yelled. Thomas stared at the ground, tears in his eyes.

Teresa grabbed Minho's arm. "Come on Min," she said "we need to let them talk, and you need to calm down." Minho seemed to melt into Teresa's touch, like he deflated. All the anger and fight leaked out of his body, and Teresa lead him upstairs.

Newt stared at Thomas, but Thomas wouldn't meet his gaze. "Tommy" Newt said, in a small voice.

"Newt, I-" Thomas said "I should have told you a while ago... But I didn't want to ruin everything."

Newt felt his heartbeat quicken, his chest felt tight. Tears swelled in Thomas's eyes. "I- I went to get the normal check up, ya know, PET scan and everything... and- and.." His voice shook with every word.

"No..." Newt said, hardly a whisper. "No."

"Newt... I lit up like a Christmas tree" Thomas said, and Newt's world collapsed.

"No!" Newt practically yelled.

Thomas stepped closer to Newt and put a hand on his cheek. "I'm sorry- I..." he said, but the words seemed caught in his throat.

Newt closed his eyes and a tear fell down his cheek. He took a deep breath. "You- you just have to start chemo then?" Newt said, his voice shaking. It was a stupid question, he knew the answer. If Thomas had had this diagnosis for a week and hasn't started chemo yet, he knew what that meant. He knew, but he needed to hear Thomas say the words.

Thomas shook his head. "Newt" he said in a whisper.

"Say it Tommy" Newt said.

Thomas took a deep breath and said "it's in my liver and my heart and everywhere... It's... there's no point in chemo Newt. It would just make me feel worse, I don't want to die that way."

"How long?" Newt asked.

"Few months, maybe" Thomas said.

Newt's chest felt tight, he couldn't breath. "No, Tommy" he said as tears fell down his face. "Tommy this isn't right... You're not supposed to be the one that dies. You're supposed to live. You're supposed to be the love of my life, you can't leave me!" Newt yelled, he realized he was becoming hysterical, but he couldn't stop. "This isn't right! Tommy you can't do this to me!" He smacked Thomas's chest and tried to push him away, but Thomas grabbed his wrists.

"Newt, stop! Please!" he said as tears fell down his cheeks.

Newt collapsed against Thomas's chest, no longer having the will to fight. Suddenly, he couldn't form thoughts anymore. He couldn't speak or think or stand or do anything other than sob into Thomas's chest. Thomas half lead half carried Newt to his bed, where they climbed in with each other. Thomas held him and Newt clutched to his chest, and they both sobbed.

They stayed like this for a long time, and Newt found it impossible to consider leaving Thomas's arms. This can't be happening, Newt thought. I can't survive with out him.

Suddenly, he need to be closer to Thomas. Needed to touch him, feel him, be with him while he still can.

He sat up and pulled his shirt off and pulled at Thomas's. "Newt, I-" Thomas started, but Newt cut him off by kissing him, hard.

"Please, Tommy please" Newt whispered, and Thomas stared at him for long moment before nodding. He lifted his shirt off as Newt worked on removing Thomas's jeans. When he got them off, Newt found himself staring at Thomas's prosthetic.

Thomas blushed. "I um- I know it's weird. If you want me to leave it on or put my jeans back on I can" he said.

Newt rolled his eyes and kissed Thomas briefly on the lips. "Get over yourself" Newt said, and Thomas smiled before taking off the prosthetic. Newt slipped off his own jeans and climbed onto Thomas's lap.

Their mouths found each other's and they ground their bodies against each other. They ran their hands all over each other, and soon enough Newt couldn't wait any longer. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of Thomas's boxers and pulled off of him. As soon as they were off Thomas did the same with Newt's boxers.

"Are you sure?" Thomas asked, and Newt simply nodded. "I love you."

"I love you too Tommy" Newt said, and Thomas flipped him over so Newt was lying on his stomach. Thomas began kissing his shoulder as he slipped a finger into Newt. Newt let out a low groan and Thomas added another finger.

He moved them around for a while until Newt was squirming under him and moaning. "C'mon Tommy" he groaned. "I want you, now" he breathed.

"I want you too" Thomas said as he positioned himself at Newt's entrance. He kissed Newt's neck once more before pushing himself inside. "Is this okay?" he asked.

Newt let out a long breath as he got used to the feeling. "Yes" he said "keep going."

Thomas started to move inside of Newt, and Newt arched his back and groaned. "Tommy" he breathed.

"Aw shuck Newt" Thomas groaned as he started to move faster. He reached around and started to stroke Newt and Newt moaned his name in response.

Both boys knew they wouldn't last long, and before long Thomas was moaning Newt's name as he came into Newt. A moment later, Newt did the same as he clutched the bed sheets and groaned.

Afterwards, Thomas pulled Newt into his arms and they lie there, holding each other, completely exhausted. "Was that okay?" Thomas asked as he traced circles on Newt's back.

"It was perfect" Newt said as he bit back tears.

He glanced up at Thomas to see his eyes were watery too. "It's not supposed to be like this" Thomas whispered.

"I know" Newt whispered back.

"I want more time with you" Thomas said. "I want forever. I want an infinity."

"So do I" Newt said. "But our infinity's being cut short, for what reason I don't bloody know. But I do know this," he kissed Thomas briefly on the lips before finishing. "I am so grateful for our little infinity."

Oh my heart. /3 Hope you liked this chapter even though it ripped out my soul. Also please don't kill me for the Please Tommy Please part, I had to do it! Please review and tell me what you thought!