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Dirty Dancing

"That I'm hard for you? Baby boy you're all I ever think about." 

Thomas smiled. He could be a bad boy too. "You wanna fuck?"

"Beautiful in here, isn't it?" 

Thomas jumped, his wine spilling over him. 

"Oh shit, sorry," the person next to Thomas grabbed a couple of napkins. They looked at him. 

"Blondie," Thomas greeted. 

"Tommy," Blondie smirked and pressed the napkins to the wine spill, going lower than he should have. 

"We are not fucking this time," Thomas swatted his hand away and took another glass of wine. 

"You're no fun baby boy," Blondie admitted, leaning backwards on the table. "Can we dance." 

"You said that last time. Remember what happened?"

"I nearly put my child in you so what? You up for trying again?" 

Thomas faced him, annoyed. "Stop playing with me. I'm not your toy." 

"You're my enemy," Blondie smiled. "That's even better." 

"No it's not. You're the bad guy. You don't care about me. You just-and I quote- want some dick. Even if you got me pregnant  I bet you wouldn't care. Stop teasing me, okay? It was fun the first couple of times. It's not anymore. I don't want a relationship where we're enemies with sexual tension. I want a relationship where you're either behind bars, or where you get me pregnant and you stay. I don't want to hate you Blondie. Understand that and pick and option."

Blondie looked at him in wonder. "You're something else Tommy." Then he kissed him. 

Every time they met and fucked, they never ever kissed. 

Blondie leaned back. "It's Newt."

"What?" Thomas blinked. 

"My name is Newt."

"O-oh." 

Newt brought his hand up and touched Thomas's cheek. "You really think I'm the bad guy? My friends can tell you I'm not all that bad. Sure I'm fucking horny but I'm not that bad." Suddenly Newt looked small.

"Would you give me a chance to prove that to you?" He asked quietly. 

Thomas was torn. He wanted to know Newt. But he-

A scream rang out. 

They both jumped and the hall went quiet. There was someone on the stage.  A slim figure wearing all black and a clown mask. 

"Thomas," the figure said. "I know you're here. Is this your friend?" 

Minho fell onto the stage from the wings, bloody and beaten. 

Thomas froze. 

"I think it is. Tell you what, meet me on the rooftop in five minutes and your friend can live."  F

The figure disappeared in a red puff of smoke. 

Chaos broke out. 

Everyone scrambled for the doors, only to find them locked. Shouts and yells and screams sounded. 

Thomas looked at Newt. 

"Tommy," Newt put his hands up, "I know what you're thinking but I'm not part of this. I promise."

Thomas didn't know what to think. 

He stumbled backwards onto a wall, his breath becoming rapid. 

"Tommy?" 

He couldn't see. His eyes were filled with tears. All he saw in his mind was his best friend beaten bloody probably dead and he was panicking and pulling at his hair-

"Tommy!" 

Thomas looked up. Newt had taken off his mask and his own and crouched in front of him. 

"Look at me Thomas." Newt guided his hands away from his hair and held them tight. "Keep looking at he Thomas okay?" 

"I c-can't breathe Newt," Thomas choked.

Newt bit his lip and kissed Thomas. The shock took him by surprise, so much he gasped and Newt moved away and Thomas could breathe again. 

"Eyes up here Thomas," Newt ordered. "We'll get Minho back, okay? But you have to focus. Don't panic." 

Thomas nodded. 

"Good," Newt kissed his forehead gently. "Now, here's the plan..."

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