strings // newtmas au

ain't it fun

    Newt rolled his eyes. "We wouldn't fuck with you guys in here."

    Thomas nodded as he put his bag down and slipped his arm around Newt's waist. Newt just smiled and leaned into him.

    "Nap with me?" he asked as he looked down at him.

    Thomas nodded, watching Newt disappear into the back of the bus.

    "Duty calls," Thomas said as he fake saluted Minho who snorted out a laugh.

    "Teresa can you spell whipped?"

    Thomas ignored them as he followed Newt to the back of the bus. The beds had little curtains that you could pull across them acting as a cover.

    Newt pulled his shirt off before getting into the bed. Thomas did the same, laying down in the small bed. Newt put his head on his chest and rested his hand on his stomach.

    Thomas smiled and gently rubbed Newt's back, trailing his fingers up and down his spine.

   Newt pressed a lazy kiss to his chest as he pulled the blanket over them.

    "Newt?" Thomas asked softly.

    "Hm?"

    "How am I supposed to keep my hands off you in public?"

    Newt huffed out a laugh at that. "I know it sucks."

   "It sucks that you're so hot."

    Newt lifted his head to look at him. "Why are you so flirty all the sudden."

    Thomas shrugged. "I lured you half naked into bed, I was feeling pretty confident."

   Newt rolled his eyes. "And we're going to nap. We're doing nothing else besides napping."

    Thomas stuck out his bottom lip. "That means no kissing?"

    Newt shook his head but leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips which made Thomas smile.

    "You're so lucky that you're cute."

    Thomas let Newt settle back down onto his chest before going back to lightly tracing his back with his fingertips.

   Newt was asleep in a matter of minutes. Thomas didn't think he was tired but he knocked out a few minutes later.

   He woke up to Minho yanking back the curtain and screaming at the top of his lungs.

    "What the fuck Minho!" Newt shouted as he jolted awake.

    The drummer had his hands clamped over his eyes as he stood there. "I didn't think I was going to walk into PORN."

    Newt rolled his eyes as he sat up. "What are you going on about?"

    "Where are your clothes?!" Minho practically shrieked.  

    Newt threw the blanket off and motioned to his pants. "Literally right here. Bloody hell I didn't know the sight of me shirtless got you so worked up."

    "It sure gets me worked up," Thomas muttered which earned a laugh from Newt.

    "Are you going to tell me why you bursted in here screaming like a psycho-path?" Newt asked as Thomas hooked his arm over his face, covering his eyes from the light.

   "Me and Teresa made mac and cheese."

   Newt groaned and flopped backwards onto Thomas. "Minhoooooo, I was sleeping!"