Hey, this is my new Newtmas story as my other is complete. By the summary you probably know it's gonna be really ehrm, sexual. So just a warning now. And the song fits cause it's a strip club and yea.

Thomas diverted his eyes from the stage, glancing over the crowd of people that had gathered for tonights show. It wasn't odd for there to be this many people, but considering that it was in the middle of the week, proved to be different.

It was close to midnight, the clock being approximately seven minutes away from hitting that mark that meant that he would be standing right in the spotlight. It wasn't like he was nervous, he did this every night. And it was the one thing that made him confident. Having people come out to see him perform gave him the boost of confidence that he needed. It was just odd to him, seeing such a massive crowd for a routine he did every time the clock hit midnight. He worked other hours as well, being on stage every now and then depending on what show it was, and what day of the week it was.

Every Thursday though, he did one specific routine with his friend, Minho, and four back up dancers. That's the day it was today, and he was being rushed backstage to the make-up room where Minho was already sat, getting powder applied to his cheeks.

"Any reason for there to be such a crowd?" Minho shrugged, glancing over at Thomas who just took his seat before he was forced to look at the woman doing his make up.

"They love us?" Thomas laughed as liquid foundation was applied to his skin, the cold being comforting in such a warm place.

"We do this a lot. Why tonight?" Minho bit his lip when the brush came too close to his eye, and he let his shoulders move up as he debated why.

"Probably the routine. We're the mains tonight. Besides, we're favorites." Thomas didn't say anything else, mainly because he had nothing to say, and he kept glancing at the clock what seemed to be every second. Five more minutes.

The door opened, and they both glanced up to see their friend, Ash, standing there with a proud smirk etched on her face, and she seemed to be beaming as she tightly held on to her drink that she'd gotten at the bar.

"What's up sexy bitches?" Minho laughed and shook his head, putting his head in his hands as she walked between the both of them. Thomas continued to laugh as the make-up artist slowly finished with him. Minho was already done and was currently having his hair gelled as someone combed through Thomas' own hair.

"Ash, I see you've already taken advantage of the bar." The girl shrugged, moving her brown hair back as she took another sip.

"Technically I'm taking advantage of being friends with you cause that means this is free." Thomas and Minho shared a look between them, biting back more laughs as Ash walked over to the sofa in the corner.

"Two more minutes before you have to be on stage." They nodded to the guy that had entered the room, and Ash continued to drink from her glass before she ran out, pouting at the emptied drink in her hands.

"Well, I'm out to get me another drink. Anything good you can recommend?"

"Cosmopolitan. Right Minho?" Minho glared, walking over to the sofa.

"Don't get my little sister drunk." Thomas got up as well, slipping on a tie loosely before throwing one to Minho.

"We gotta go. And she asked."

"Besides, I'm not technically your sister." Thomas nodded at her as they all got up.

"Well you are like my little sister. And I am not letting you get wasted in this place." Ash groaned, walking out of the room and to the bar as Minho and Thomas walked to the back area of the stage.

"Ready?" Thomas looked at Minho, a smirk making its way onto his face as he adjusted his tie one last time.

"I'm always ready." They walked their separate ways before reuniting on the stage, the lights blinding them to where it was difficult to make out anyones face in the crowd. But they heard screams and things were being thrown at them as they started their routine. Minho and Thomas shared a look, walking backwards before they were joined by the four other dancers. They got started like always, everything coming natural to them as they removed their clothing piece by piece.

When they were done, they walked back to where the curtains began, disappearing to the back before going to take a shower. Thomas was done before Minho, going to change into his clothes before styling his hair again to the best of his abilities, proving to be difficult as it was wet.

"You know what I've heard?" Thomas looked up from his phone, seeing Minho in his jeans but no shirt.

"Enlighten me. But first, put on a shirt." Minho did as he said, buttoning it up and rolling up the sleeves as he sat across from his friend.

"Well you know about the few dealers we have in here, right?" Thomas nodded, aware of the few that he'd seen selling their drugs. It may not be legal, but half of the things happening in this club wouldn't pass as legal anyway, so, no one cared.

"There's a new one. Heard he's quite popular cause he makes his own things from scratch sometimes. Never seen him though. Apparently he's hard to find if you don't know the right people." Thomas placed his hands on his lips, biting his nails as he thought for a minute.

"Isn't making your own drugs extremely dangerous?" Minho shrugged, throwing his duffel bag over his shoulder as they walked out of the back, over to the bar where Ash was still sitting with her drink. She seemed slightly unbalanced, a huge smile making its way onto her face when she was joined with her two best friends.

"My bitches are here!" She screamed as Thomas sighed, Minho banging his head on the counter repeatedly.

"She's drunk."

"You're telling me. She's done for." Minho looked up, giving his friend a worried glance before he took a hold of her hand that held her drink.

"Ash, I'm gonna take you home now." The girl pouted as she huffed, some of her hair moving away from her face.

"But Minho, I don't wanna." Minho looked over at Thomas, and Thomas understood the look that he gave as he nodded. A few seconds later, Ash was being carried away to Minho's car, and Thomas tried to hold back a laugh as she tried to wriggle out of the other boys strong hold.

Thomas ordered a drink, settling his bag down beneath his feet as he waited for his glass. He looked downwards, thinking before receiving his cocktail. Thomas gave the waiter a smile before someone sat next to him, and he glanced over to see a regular that he'd seen countless times before.

"Main stripper right?" He was surprised when he was spoken to by this stranger, but he nevertheless gave a shy shrug as he agreed. The guy moved closer, and Thomas grew more uncomfortable as he wanted the guy to leave. He was scared to go himself in case the other would follow, so he stayed frozen in place.

"Anything you do outside of working hours?" It was times like these where he hoped Minho would still be with him. He was shy and easily scared if he wasn't on stage, and his personality was a complete contrast to his stage persona that he had created. The regular was about to touch Thomas before a figure moved between them, and Thomas glanced up to see a younger man with messy dirty blonde hair, glaring at the guy with ice cold eyes, his brown eyes staring daggers at him. His hand had been slammed onto the table between them as he didn't break eye contact, and he made Thomas jump back.

"Don't talk to him that way." Thomas noted a british accent when he spoke, and he continued to stare as other people started to look over as well. The guy got up, but the stranger defending Thomas was a head taller with broader shoulders and a muscular build, and he seemed a lot more threatening in nature. The tattoos he had scattered on his left arm made him seem older and more grown up, but also more dangerous.

"Aren't you that freak that's been dealing all these cooked up drugs? Maybe we can drug pretty boy here." That was enough for the blonde to slam the guys head down onto the counter of the bar, and security guards were quick to rip him off the customer as Thomas stood up, shocked and terrified as the customer that had been harassing him, was carried away and out of the bar as the blonde spoke with security.

He slowly sat down again, getting his phone out to tell Minho about what had happened. Thomas was sure that Minho would be annoyed to miss a fight, because he always found them very fun to watch while his friend would be turning away. Ash was likely to bet with Minho over who would win, and they always bet way too much money than they should've.

Thomas went back to his drink, typing away at his phone before he felt a presence beside him again. It was the stranger defending him, and he gave him a grateful smile despite feeling like fighting was unnecessary. But the guy didn't seem like the type to say no to a fight, his dark demeanor being evident.

"So, you're that dealer my friend talked about? No offense but I didn't exactly imagine you to look like this." He could see the stranger smirk, biting on the straw from his drink as his eyes looked over at Thomas.

"What did you imagine?" Thomas' heart started beating fast as his face heated up, and he didn't know if it was the alcohol or the stranger making him feel this way.

"I didn't think you'd be so young." The other chuckled, and Thomas glanced at him with his eyebrows furrowed. Confused as to why the other laughed.

"My ID says twenty three."

"I doubt that's your real age." They looked at each other, and the other still seemed distant and ice cold, nevertheless interacting and paying attention to every word Thomas said. Studying him before licking his lower lip, biting down on it when he was done.

"You're right. I'm turning twenty." Thomas choked on his drink as his eyes widened, and he barely believed the others words.

"No way. What the hell are you doing in a place like this dealing drugs?"

"Good for business. I'm Newt." Thomas contemplated on what to say next when his phone screen brightened, alerting that someone had messaged him. It was obviously Minho, but he didn't check to see what it said as Newt had his full attention.

"Thomas." Newt gave him a sadistic smile, chuckling again as he shook his head.

"I know. You're my favorite." Thomas blushed, embarrassed that Newt had seen him on stage countless times probably.

"So, you experiment making drugs then?" Newt gave him a seductive look as he bit down on his straw, keeping his eyes focused on Thomas as the other just stared.

"Well," Newt started, moving dangerously close to Thomas as he slowly put his hand on the others thigh, inching closer to Thomas' hips by the second. The other only bit his lip, not stoping Newt despite wanting to. But it was hard to resist the movement and the tension between them as Newt touched his neck with his cold fingers.

"I don't just experiment with drugs." Thomas couldn't help himself from moaning as he moved closer, being pulled onto Newt's lap a second later.

"What else do you experiment with?" Newt left a kiss on Thomas' neck slowly as the boy shivered, and he got up as Thomas wrapped his legs around Newt as he was carried outside.

"A few things. I was hoping my next experiment would be you." And that's how Thomas found himself being pressed up against a wall in Newt's apartment as their lips were moving together. And they quickly discarded their clothes as he fell back onto the bed with Newt on top of him, still carrying that same evil look in his eyes. But Thomas got lost in them, and he lost complete control of himself and his actions as he gave himself to Newt.

And he knew he'd made the biggest mistake when he woke up in the blondes arms the next morning.