So, I forgot to say this last chapter, but the stories title is based on a song, because the song itself really fits to the story. I could never find a title and then I was listening to The Neighbourhood and Lurk shuffled. And the lyrics fit really well. It's attached above too. Also, I'll say this one more time, this whole story will have quite a bit of swearing (although I'll try keeping it to a minimum) and the whole stories theme is sexual throughout. And Teen Wolf is back and I just can't right now. Not an Edited chapter btw.

Newt's arms were draped over Thomas' slim waist loosely as Thomas slowly came to his senses. He opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the daylight from the outside before settling them on the lamp in front of him. Thomas could feel Newt's chest press against him whenever he'd breathe in, and he glanced behind him to see the other boy still asleep beside him.

He smiled at Newt, wanting to reach out to play with a few loose strands of hair that had fallen onto the others face, but he resisted as they weren't anything serious, just being a random hook up along the way. It saddened Thomas slowly as he realized that he'd slept with someone an hour or two after meeting them, not thinking twice about it. He wasn't normally the type of person to do that, and he liked Newt quite a lot even after barely knowing him at all. Newt had helped him yesterday, and that was enough for him to like the other.

They were still naked, their toes touching as their legs weren't so close together anymore as they had been before. Thomas tried to reach for some of his clothes, but he decided that it was pointless as Newt had thrown them too far away last night. Speaking of Newt, he slowly started shuffling around as he woke up, his eyes moving straight to Thomas' figure in front of him, before glancing past him and looking at the clock on the nightstand.

As soon as he saw the time, his eyes widened and he rushed to get up, Thomas following him with his eyes, which were slowly growing sad in minutes. Newt put on his jeans and started to button up his shirt as Thomas sat up and leaned against the head board.

"Can't you stay?" Newt looked over at him, a glint in his eyes as he licked his lips.

"I have school to get to." Thomas nodded, realizing that he couldn't get Newt to stay, because arguing that school wasn't something he needed to get to, was completely useless. But Thomas slowly grew desperate, fiddling with his fingers as he thought of anything he could say. He wanted to be intimate with Newt again, the sudden urge growing despite it not having any romantic meaning behind it. It was simple, rushed, and not well planned out at all. But he wanted it anyway.

"Will you want me again?" It may've been stupid for Thomas to say this to Newt, as he was practically giving up his body just like that because he wanted the other to be with him again, but he'd said it and couldn't take it back. Newt just smirked, rolling up his sleeves as Thomas got up to get dressed himself.

"Yes. I will." Thomas nodded, a little afraid at the others demeanor but nevertheless getting dressed as well as they both left, going separate ways as Newt went to school and Thomas went home to his apartment. Or, his shared apartment.

When he arrived, he turned the key to unlock the door, and he glanced up to see the kitchen straight ahead of him with Minho spinning around in one of the bar chairs on the other side of the kitchen island. Ash was rummaging through the fridge, her hair a mess as she looked up when she heard Thomas, a cartoon of apple juice in her left hand. She placed the cartoon on the counter beside her before rushing up to Thomas, still only in her pajama shorts and a loose t-shirt hiding her slim figure.

"Where the hell were you all night?" He walked past her, nodding at Minho who was reading the newspaper now while he grabbed a glass of water from the sink.

"I was out." Thomas could hear Minho laugh, and he looked over to glare at his friend.

"Why is that funny?" Minho bit his lip, taking a bite out of his apple as he placed his elbow holding it, onto the table.

"Since when does Thomas O'Brien go out? You're normally the first to be home after a night at the strip club." Thomas shrugged.

"Well, tonight I wasn't. Clearly." Ash rolled her eyes, filling up the glass she'd gotten with her apple juice before giving it a strange look.

"I could've just drunk out of the cartoon. What did I get a glass for?" She seemed to speak to herself, but Thomas couldn't help but answer her.

"Because that's what people should do."

"People should also tell their friends where the hell they're going at one in the morning. Do you know how worried I was?" Thomas gave her a disbelieving look, and she sighed before speaking again.

"Alright fine. Do you know how worried I was once Minho told me you weren't home? After my hangover? Which still seems to be ongoing." She grabbed her head as Thomas helped her jump onto the counter, sitting across from her and leaning against the wall.

"She's right about being worried. You didn't even text either of us. I would've called the cops in an hour or so. What if you were lying somewhere dead in a ditch?"

"Yeah, cause I'd be lying in a ditch dead somewhere." Minho got up, grabbing the newspaper and pointing it at Thomas.

"That's where most strippers end up on crime shows." Thomas grabbed the paper forcefully, scanning through it as Ash continued looking at him.

"Most of those strippers are girls on those shows. And, I'm not like most strippers. Now, why are you still staring at me?" He glanced up at the girl sitting across from him who was still sipping on her apple juice. She chewed her lower lip, shrugging before looking down at her glass.

"You really had me worried. Sure, if you would've been here then I probably wouldn't have known anyway cause I was drunk, but still. Where were you?"

"She has a point Thomas. You had to be somewhere. We just wanna know where." Thomas thought as he contemplated on telling what exactly had happened, and he decided to go for it because they were his best friends, practically the only family he had because his whole story was a complicated one.

"Wait, he's smiling. Look at that." Ash moved across the counter, scanning the older boys face intently as Minho moved closer as well.

"I am not smiling. Much." The girl was growing impatient, huffing as she sat with her legs crossed over each other, her hands by her knees.

"Tell us, please." Thomas nodded, walking over to the couch as he fell down against it, turning on the TV silently as the other two followed in pursuit.

"I may've met someone." Ash and Minho exchanged a look, seemingly disbelieving as they turned back to him.

"What really happened?" Thomas looked at Minho, slightly hurt that they didn't believe what he said.

"This regular came up to me, made me really uncomfortable before Newt got between us and stopped him from doing anything. Newt's the one I met by the way. Anyway, we were at the bar for a bit and I ended up having sex with him. End of story."

"You slept with someone! Minho he slept with someone!" Minho laughed as Ash had started to pace around the room, biting her nails as she kept looking between both boys.

"Why would you sleep with someone? How drunk were you? You just met him. Minho tell him I'm right here and that he shouldn't have been so careless."

"I see her point in sleeping with someone you just met. At the same time though, I'm being hypocritical cause I've done that." Ash groaned, falling against the recliner they had besides the couch.

"Yeah, but Minho you've never been known for making the smartest decisions. Thomas is supposed to be the smart one here. That's why we always run to him if we can't solve an argument. Now, tell him I'm right."

"Maybe you should see what else he has to say about this. For example, what else do you know about him?" Thomas looked down, mainly because he knew that Minho was likely to yell at him if he found out that they had conversed about Newt half an hour before meeting him.

"He's nineteen and he's also the drug dealer you told me about." Minho looked at Ash, sharing another glance again before he stood up.

"She's right. You're an idiot. You knew he dealt drugs before you went to bed with him. Not to mention that he's nineteen."

"So what? I'm twenty one. It's not much of a difference. If he was twenty and I was twenty two then you wouldn't be saying anything."

"But that doesn't change the fact that he's the fucking drug dealer!" Thomas flinched and cowered back, raising his knees up to his chest as he hid his face, not wanting to look at the other two, especially Minho who was currently scaring him.

"Minho, I think you scared him. Look, he's shaking." Thomas felt a hand on his back, and he assumed that it was Ash as he could vaguely make out Minho's sweat pants in front of him.

"I already know that hooking up with someone an hour after you meet them is a stupid idea. You two don't need to lecture me for it. But I liked him."

"You like me and Ash and I don't see you jumping us every hour."

"Minho, enough." Ash continued comforting Thomas as Minho shook his head, still not believing what he was hearing. Thomas' eyes slowly started to blur with tears, and he got up before running to his room and slamming it. He didn't even go over to his bed, he just slid down the wall and cried on the floor. Although someone started to knock soon later.

"Thomas, come talk to us. Minho's just being annoying as usual. And I may've been as well. Just come back out and we can talk about all of this. You know we're just worried. We mean nothing bad by it." Thomas slowly opened the door, peaking his head out and seeing Ash standing there, still holding the same look from earlier. This look of confusion and disappointment, but at the same time, worry was laced between the two other emotions.

Minho walked up to them, giving them both a smile before his eyes stayed on Thomas' frame, and Thomas was about to walk back inside his room so that he could avoid this situation entirely. Ash, however, wouldn't let him move despite him wanting to, so he ended up looking down at the wooden floor.

"How about we come up with an agreement? We won't lecture you or say something over what happened between you and that guy. But, we're still allowed to be worried about you." Minho said, Ash agreeing and speaking shortly after.

"I'd say that's fair."

"His name is Newt, Minho. But yeah, that sounds fair enough." They all smiled, sharing a hug before Ash had to leave and go to her college campus. Minho and Thomas stayed at home, watching TV until it was time for them to get ready for the night.

They were currently in the kitchen talking, around seven in the evening to be exact, when Ash walked back in from her shift at the café she worked at. The girl seemed exhausted, giving them an exhausted smile before dragging herself over to them.

"You look tired." She glared at Minho before saying hello to Thomas in the nicest way she could muster at the moment.

"There was this really rude customer today. I kept getting her order "wrong" or whatever. Which is screwed up because she basically ordered something new every time she said I screwed up. Anyway, now I just wanna sleep. Which is annoying because I was looking forward to drinking some more at the club. Not to mention that I now have a mission of finding this Newt guy." Minho bit his lip, trying not to laugh and quickly turning his back to them to prevent the other two from seeing the growing smile on his face.

"Seems like you had a handful. However, finding Newt is not something you need to be doing." Ash pouted, crossing her arms over her chest in a childlike manner before sighing.

"Why not? I wanna see if you at least got with someone attractive. Describe him for me. I wanna see if he sounds nice enough." They could hear Minho laugh, and the oldest boy turned back to them with an energy drink in his hand.

"I actually wanna hear this description just like she does. I would've expected this dealer to be older than what you said. Therefore look older too." Thomas chuckled, because Newt definitely didn't look any older than he'd said his actual age was.

"He has dirty blonde hair. Short and messy. But it's kinda like he plans for it to look that messy cause it looks really good. He's really tall. Over six feet for sure. Skinny but muscular. Brown eyes. Incredibly dark brown eyes I should say. That's pretty much it." Minho nodded along as Ash had leaned closer, intent on hearing every detail that Thomas would say.

"Okay. Now it's my turn to ask a question. Was he any good?" Ash looked over at Minho, shock written all over her face while Thomas looked confused for a second because he didn't seem to understand what was meant.

"Minho! Don't ask such stupid questions."

"Hey, if you can ask about his appearance then I can ask about this."

"I don't exactly know what this thing is. Was he any good at... oh." It dawned on him what the other boy had meant, and his eyes widened a significant amount as he thought.

"You don't need to answer the question. It's a stupid one." Minho scoffed.

"It's an important one. Now tell me."

"It was strange."

"That wasn't what I'd expected to hear." Minho nodded along to Ash's statement.

"Me neither. Go on though."

"He was really good to answer your question. But it was still so strange. It was like he held no emotion towards anything he did. As if he didn't feel anything at all. And I'm not talking about really intimate things like love. But when you sleep with someone, the other still portrays certain emotions. I know I do."

"So, it was like he was emotionless? Held no feelings?" Ash asked, studying the boy as Minho had now quieted down entirely to listen.

"Exactly. But that's what made me want more. He's so disconnected and it gives you this need of having more from him."

"He sounds kinda scary." Thomas laughed, but Ash did have a point in what she said. Newt was very intimidating, and he had some sort of dark aura to him that Thomas found irresistible, which in turn made the other more dangerous to be around.

"And you want to see him again?" Thomas shrugged, not wanting to admit straight up that he really wanted to see him again, to be with him again.

"I don't know."

"Alright, let's put it this way. If you saw him again, and he wants to sleep with you again, then what?" Thomas chewed his bottom lip, an action that Ash and Minho both mirrored as they waited for the answer of Minho's question.

"I'd most likely do it. I kind of like him enough for that. Besides, if someone finally wants me, why would I say no?" Thomas slowly grew vulnerable, and he got up slowly, getting his car keys to head out the door.

"You two coming or what?" Minho and Ash shared a glance before nodding simultaneously, getting up and going after the other boy. Minho's and Thomas' routine was earlier today than the day before, starting at eight thirty instead of midnight. They weren't the main show tonight, and the mains were usually in the middle of the night.

They drove over to the club, all three heading straight to the back stage and into the hair and make-up room where they got ready. Ash scanned the outfits placed on a clothing rack, looking through half of them with disgust and laughing at the others. Thomas and Minho patiently sat in their chairs as they got their face done up, their hair following shortly after.

"Are we the only two on stage tonight?"

"For our performance, yes. We won't have any dancers and stuff. Just us two." Thomas nodded, and for the first time in a while, he was nervous to head onto the stage. What if Newt would be there again? Sure, Newt may've seen him fully nude yesterday, but he still didn't want the younger boy to see him dancing suggestively in front of a bunch of people.

"Are you okay? You're shaking." Thomas glanced over at Minho, forcing a smile to reassure him that he was fine. But Minho didn't buy it, and neither did Ash when her attention was caught to the conversation.

"You're normally never like this before stage time. Usually you're laughing with Minho. Not shaking like a Chihuahua." Thomas and Minho were both done with their make-up and hair now, so they headed separate ways to change before coming back to Ash who was patiently waiting on the couch.

"Thomas, are you sure nothings wrong?" The boy nodded, because he wasn't about to admit that the fact that Newt might be here, was making him nervous. What if he screwed up? He'd never screwed up before, and the fact that it could be a possibility did not help his nerves. What he needed to do, was to pretend like Newt was never even there. Which may be a difficult task but that was the only way for him to calm down.

"Let's just go, okay?" Minho nodded, Ash walking out before them to take a seat at the bar like she always did. And just like always, Minho and Thomas headed to the back of the stage where two other strippers were just finishing up. The club normally opened at seven, and that's when the first strippers go on stage, and it's usually open tills three in the morning. So, they were the fourth show tonight, as each was half an hour. The only exception was the main show, which normally lasted forty five minutes unless they went over time.

"It'll be okay. Just do what you always do." Thomas didn't answer, he just went out onto the stage when his signal came. He ignored the fact that Newt might be somewhere in here, and instead he and Minho started with their other routine for nights like tonight.

Approximately half an hour later, they were done, sweating and laughing as they stood on stage trying to catch what was thrown at them. Thomas managed to catch a red rose with a small note attached, and he opened it up to read it.

Not bad. You've impressed me. Now, look at the exit love. xx

Thomas did what the note said, looking at the exit as Minho continued collecting things from the stage. It was hard to make out the door due to the stage lights, but he could still see who was standing right beside it. Newt was there, a smirk plastered on his face as he winked, making Thomas blush like mad as the other exited the club. Disappearing entirely into the night as Thomas struggled to breathe.

Minho had to catch the other boy as he started to collapse, and he was shaking at this point as Ash rushed over and jumped onto the stage, ignoring the glares she got from security as she held Thomas' head up.

"Shh. You're okay. Minho, we have to take him home right now." Minho didn't even hesitate, carrying the boy straight to the car as they drove home, Thomas visibly calming down as he was out of the warm crowd of people, and he slowly got his breathing back. He had a hard time processing what had happened, and he looked down to see that he was still holding onto the rose tightly. The rose that Newt had thrown to him.

He didn't know what to think, and all that suddenly consumed his mind was Newt. Newt seemed to have so much power and control over him, without really doing anything at all. It was like Thomas was giving it all up himself and making it easier for the other. And he knew that that could have serious consequences later on, but for now he didn't care.

Thomas just wanted to rest, but even Newt seemed to be the only thing in his dreams as he slept that night.