He hadn’t thought about sex since he arrived in the Glade – and weirdly, he knew that was unusual, because he knew what sex was, and that in some distant, ideal world he would like to be having it, even though he didn’t remember what it was like, or how often he used to indulge, or anything. He’d had a couple of incidental boners since he’d arrived in the Glade, but he’d been in a perpetual state of fear and desperation, and that didn’t sit well with horniness, not for Thomas.
But all of a sudden he couldn’t get the thought of Newt beating off out of his head, and he had to squirm a bit to reposition his dick, because fuck, this boner wasn’t incidental. It was very much related to Newt, and the mental image he’d put in Thomas’s head. Newt, hand down his pants, getting himself off.
Newt helps Thomas pass the time in the pit. 🙂