Janson called them that next morning, practically screaming into the phone. Minho had to hold his cell phone away from his ear to avoid getting permanent hearing damage from their overly angry manager.

    "Okay," Minho finally said as Janson let him speak. "Okay, yeah...I'll tell him...Bye."

    "So he's not that mad?" Newt asked which just made Minho roll his eyes.

   "I don't get his problem. If teenage girls wanna dream about you fuckin the brains out of Thomas, I say let them."

    "We've been doing everything right!" Teresa snapped. Her cheeks were pink, Thomas could tell she was mad.

    Newt shrugged. "Don't worry about it T. It's not your fault."

   "He has no right to be mad!" Teresa huffed out as she roughly crossed her arms over her chest. "It's his fault in the first place for trying to make you be something you're not. Fuck him."

    "He can't do anything," Newt said. "What's he gonna do? Kick us off the tour because a couple fans think me and Thomas have a 'burning connection'. They're stories, ideas, theories, no one knows anything okay?"

    "Teresa has a point," Minho said as he sat down and clasped his hands together. "It wasn't fair of him to ask, maybe we should have been more skeptical from the beginning."

    Thomas bit his tongue, he wanted more than anything to agree with Minho but he knew that would just piss Newt off beyond belief.

    Newt shrugged again. "Probably, but look at how much good this tour has done for us. We've at least doubled our fanbase and we shared a stage with one of the greatest bands of all times." Newt let out a breath. "Of course I don't like it, but it is what it is sometimes."

    The tension dropped a little from Teresa's shoulders.

    "What did he want you to tell me?" Newt asked as he looked at Minho.

    "He said to do better." Minho frowned. "Or Thomas has to go."

    Newt snorted out a laugh at that. "Yeah, fuck that. Tell him he can eat my ass instead."

    "Have you looked at any of the stuff?" Minho asked.

    "What stuff?" Newt asked as he cocked his head.

    "The fanfictions, some of them are kinda funny."

    "No, I haven't." Newt turned to Thomas. "Wanna?"

    Thomas just shrugged, he'd heard about fanfiction from his younger sister, he knew some of it was weird but he was a little curious.

    Newt got up and walked to the back of the bus, Thomas followed.

   Newt flopped backwards on the bed, pulling out his phone. "It's kinda funny," Newt said as Thomas laid down next to him.

    "What is?"

    "Janson. I can't tell if he's just a homophobic asshole or if he just really prides this band on selling me off as a sex object."

    Thomas frowned. "No matter what, it's wrong."

    "I'm aware."

   Thomas bit his tongue again. There was no use starting a fight about it again.

    Newt was quiet for a few moments before he snorted out a laugh. "This is better than I imagined."

    "Lemme see," Thomas said as he scooted closer.

    Newt shook his head. "No way, I'm gonna read this to you."

    Newt cleared his throat before looking at Thomas with a serious expression. "When Teresa asks to bring her boyfriend on tour, the WICKED guitarist Newt doesn't think much of it, but the weeks of close quarters and contact with the brown haired boy makes a weird desire grow in him that he just can't contain. Newt is then faced with a difficult dilemma, steal his bandmates' boyfriend or ignore his out of control attraction to Thomas."

    Thomas made a face of horror which made Newt snort out a laugh.

    "Newt, what the actual fuck is that?"

    Newt couldn't respond because he was laughing so hard, he was clutching his stomach and he had his hand over his mouth to try and stifle his laughter.

    Newt settled down, looking at his phone before breaking out in hysterical laughter again. He was laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face.

    "What's so funny?" Thomas asked, feeling his cheeks heat up, yeah fanfiction was certainly weird.

    Newt wiped his eyes before taking a deep breath. "Tommy, Tommy, listen to this one you have to." Newt took a deep breath before clearing his throat. "When Newt realizes he's pregnant with Thomas' baby, how will the two continue to hide their secret relationship from Teresa?"

    Thomas' eyes widened comically which set Newt off again. He thought the boy was going to choke he was laughing so hard.

    "What the actual fuck?" Thomas asked as he just stared in shock. "I can't even get pregnant!"

    Newt was practically gasping for air at this point. He took a breath and shook his head. "I was just more focused on the fact that everyone thinks I bend over for you. Like obviously I'm the top here."

    Thomas rolled his eyes at that. "That's your main concern? Seriously?"

    "Well yeah!" Newt sat up more. "Like come on, who do I look like?"

    "A bottom apparently."

   Newt hit him with a pillow. "Shut up, no one asked you."

    "I'm pretty sure you did."

    Newt was quiet for a second as he scrolled on his phone. His eyes widened and he covered his mouth. "Oh my god Tommy this one's a porn."

    "Seriously?" Thomas asked as he shifted closer to Newt.

    Newt snorted out a laugh. "Should we read it?"

    Thomas nodded. "I'm curious."

    Newt dramatically cleared his throat. "Teresa and Minho were gone that night, which excited Thomas yet scared him at the same time. He'd never been alone with Newt before. The mere throught of it made his hands sweat and his heart race. He was sick of watching Newt with his sick lusting thoughts. It was bad, he knew it was. He had a girlfriend for fucks sake, a girlfriend who happened to be bandmates with the sexy blonde guitarist. Despite Teresa being gorgeous it didn't stop him from constantly picturing the blonde boy bent over every surface imaginable..." Newt turned to him with a serious expression. "Tommy, do you picture me bent over every surface imaginable?"

    Thomas tried to look seriously back at him. "No. I picture you bending me over every surface imaginable though."

    Newt shook his head, hitting his chest lightly. "You're such a dork."

    "Keep going, I need to know if Thomas finally makes his move!' Thomas said as he laid his head on Newt's shoulder.

    "Okay...Thomas heard the water from the shower turn off. His throat tightened at the thought of Newt in there, naked and wet." Newt snorted out a laugh at that. "Newt emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a soft white towel wrapped low around his hips. Thomas almost choked, the lines he practiced before left his head, the only thing he could think about was Newt's wet dripping bare torso. Thomas opened and closed his mouth like a fish as he stared at the practically naked blonde boy. 'Take a picture it'll last longer' Newt said as he stared back at Thomas. Thomas' brain was short circuiting, he felt frozen in place and his mouth started moving before his brain could whip some common sense into him. 'I want to fuck you' Thomas heard himself saying. Newt slowly narrowed his eyes at him, his grip on the towel tightening. 'You have a girlfriend'. Thomas swallowed hard, his throat felt dry all of the sudden, 'Teresa isn't you'. Newt hesitated for a moment, Thomas was already planning on how he was going to disappear off the face of the earth when Newt looked him dead in the eye and dropped his towel."

    Newt had to stop because he broke down into another fit of laughter. Thomas felt himself joining in this time.

    "I'm a little offended that you don't lose your shit everytime I'm in the shower." Newt fake pouted at him. "Why don't you get the urge to aggressively fuck me everytime I walk past you in a towel?"

    Thomas dramatically fanned himself. "I do inside babe, just the thought of you in the shower is getting me hot."

    Newt laughed again, before pulling Thomas closer by his shirt and pressing a kiss to his lips. "God do I love you."

    Thomas smiled softly at him before nudging him. "So does Thomas fuck Newt over the sink or what?" 

    "I think they're in a hotel..." Newt trailed off as he squinted his eyes at the phone. "Bloody fucking hell I'm not reading the rest of this out loud."

    "You can't just say that! Now I want to know!"

   Newt turned off his phone and placed it on his stomach. "I'll give you the jist, Thomas dragged Newt out to the balcony and fucked him over the railing to 'show the world he's his' and then Teresa walked in on them and thought it was hot so she was cool with it as long as they let her watch."

    Thomas snapped his fingers. "Shit, they nailed my fantasies perfectly."

   Newt thought for a moment. "We've never talked about that."

    "About what?" Thomas asked as he looked at him.

    "What you're into."

    Thomas felt his face flush deep red. "Why do we have to talk about it?"

    Newt shrugged. "So you can enjoy it too."

    "Well you never told me what you're into."

    Newt rolled his eyes. "Please Tommy, like it's not obvious."

    Thomas cocked his head in confusion.

    Newt pointed to the fading hickies on his neck. "I'm a territorial fucker."

    "I hate that we're having this conversation right now."

    Newt grinned. "Why? Making you uncomfortable is my most favorite hobby."

    Thomas held his middle finger up at him.

    Newt poked him in the side. "Come on, don't be lame. What's your wildest fantasy Tommy?"

   "I blame Minho for this for telling you about the fanfiction."

    Newt stuck out his bottom lip. "I'll beg if you want me to."

    Thomas rolled his eyes. "I don't want you to beg me."

    Newt sat up and crossed his arms over his chest. "How are we gonna make these girl's fanfictions come true if you're not willing to work with me here?"

    Thomas rolled his eyes. "Oh my god...MINHO?!"

    "WHAT?!" The boy called from the other room.

    "FUCK YOU!"

    "WHAT DID I DO THIS TIME?!"

    Newt bit his lip to keep himself from laughing.

    "YOU TOLD NEWT ABOUT FANFICTION."

    Minho peaked his head into the back of the bus then. "What? Why? It's kinda hot."

    Thomas groaned and covered his face which just made Newt laugh harder.

    "I'm just kinda offended that there isn't any about me," Minho said as he crossed his arms. "I'm at least three times hotter than Thomas and easily five times Newt."

    Newt scoffed. "No way are you hotter than me."

   Minho rolled his eyes. "Skinny bitch please."

   Thomas covered his mouth to stop the laugh he snorted out.

    Newt shot him a look before holding his middle finger out at Minho. "Fuck off."

    Minho blew him a kiss. "Love you too baby."

    "Hey don't party without me!" Teresa exclaimed as she appeared behind Minho. "Wanna get Tacos before the show tonight?"

    "You had me at tacos," Minho said as he grinned at her.

    Newt looked at Thomas who nodded briefly. "I'll get tacos."

    Teresa pumped her fist in celebration. "I probably won't fit into my dress but who gives a fuck because my stomach will be filled with tacos!"

    Minho rolled his eyes at her. "I think you could eat this entire tour bus and not gain a single pound."

    "Whatever Minho. Can we leave soon?" Teresa stuck out her bottom lip. "I'm starving and we have to be backstage stupid early."

    "Gotcha."

    Newt stuck up his thumb. "We'll be out in ten."

    Teresa nodded before yanking Minho back into the other room with her.

    Thomas turned to Newt, looking at him. He was leaning against the wall, fiddling with his fingers. He did that when he wanted to smoke. Thomas reached over and took his hands. "You."

    "What?" Newt asked as he met his gaze, biting his lip.

    "You asked what I was into, I think it's just you."

    Newt tried to stop the small smile spreading across his face, failing horribly. "Come here you idiot." He grabbed the front of Thomas' shirt, pulling him into a soft kiss. He pulled back before yanking open the curtain slightly. "MAKE IT FIFTEEN MINUTES!"

   Thomas laughed as Newt threaded their fingers together, holding their hands against the bed. Newt smirked at him. "How many times do you think I can kiss you in fifteen minutes."

   Thomas pursed his lips. "I think you should hurry up and start because you're wasting time."

    Teresa yelled at them the entire way to the taco place.

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    Thomas was videoing Minho as he practically unhinged his jaw and shoved half the taco in his mouth.

    Teresa was watching him with a somewhat amused expression. "Not gonna lie, I'm pretty impressed."

    Newt nodded in agreement. "Next boy he decides to blow is gonna be in for a very pleasant surprise."

    Teresa laughed at that, ignoring the disproving frown coming from Minho. His cheeks looked like chipmunks as he chewed his massive sized taco.

    Thomas smiled to himself as he rewatched the video, Minho was actually insane but he liked him a lot. He hooked his arm around the back of Teresa's chair, he had to hand it to himself he was a pretty good fake boyfriend. Teresa smiled at him which he returned.

    Thomas realized how happy he was with them, how happy he was with Newt. He was a little homesick of course, he missed Rosie and his big bed, but he really liked this. He liked their family dynamic he seemingly melted into. He liked how being with Newt felt right. He liked how they always made him laugh and how they were always doing something stupid. He liked how he felt. Little did he know taco dinner was the last time he was going to feel that way.

    Newt gently kicked his leg under the table, keeping his expression stone as he looked at his phone. Thomas bit the inside of his cheek to hide his smirk as he kicked Newt back.

    "Hey you're WICKED right?" a voice from behind them sounded. Thomas turned around the same time Teresa did, frowning when he saw it was a guy and a girl. The guy was holding up his phone, clearly recording while the girl had an annoying look on her face.

    "Uh yeah why?"

   "You're Teresa?" The girl asked as she pointed to the brunette girl.

    Teresa scowled a bit. "That I am."

    "Look," Minho cut in as he wiped his mouth. "Do you want something because you just can't record people without their permission and we have a show in a few hours so we're kinda on a tim-"

    The guy cut him off. "We just wanna ask you a few questions."

   Thomas didn't like his tone of voice. He didn't like the way he was looking at Newt with an almost predatory gaze. Newt sat up straighter, clearly picking up on it too.

   "Okay," Teresa said as she squeezed Thomas' hand. He squeezed back, he could tell she was a little nervous.

   "That's Thomas right?" The girl asked as she pointed to the brown haired boy.

   Teresa nodded.

   "And he's your boyfriend?"

   Teresa nodded again.

   "Did you know he's cheating on you?"

   Teresa made a face of disgust that quickly changed to that of anger. "I'm sorry what?"

   "He's cheating on you, with your bandmate actually."

    Minho slammed his hands on the table as he got up. "Those rumors are fake. You have no right to come in here and start throwing shit at us-"

   "I wasn't talking to you," the girl said coldly at him. Minho looked ready to jump her but Newt gently grabbed his arm and eased him into sitting back down.

   "Thomas isn't cheating on me," Teresa said calmly, she raised their conjoined hands as if that showed proof.

   "Maybe you can explain this to me then," the girl said as she tapped a few times on her phone before turning it to Teresa.

   Teresa's face went white and so did Thomas' as he leaned closer to her. It was the fucking video from the arena, the video of Thomas and Newt's conjoined hands as they sat in the stands. Their first date. Their first kiss. He watched Newt gently cup his face, reaching over and pressing a soft kiss onto his lips. He saw the dopey way he smiled, the way Newt smiled.

    "H-how do you have that?" Thomas stammered out.

   The girl frowned at him. "It doesn't matter, but people tend not to take kindly to cheaters." She let out a sigh. "I used to like you guys, I liked your band dynamic but this, this will ruin you." She looked at Newt, jabbing her finger at him. "And you. I, we, expected better."

   Newt looked sick as he looked down at the table. He had his hands folded in his lap and he wasn't moving. Thomas ran his hands through his hair as he watched the pair leave.

    Teresa had her hand over her mouth, he could tell she was shaking.

    "We're gonna get kicked off the tour," Minho said as he smacked the table again. "Fuck this we're done." Minho stood up roughly, knocking his chair over as he stormed off to the bathroom.

   Newt's phone buzzed then. He looked up at the rest of the table, he looked terrified. "It's Janson."

    "Don't pick up," Teresa said. "Not now. We'll deal with it later."

    Newt covered his face with his hands. Thomas wanted nothing more than to go over there and hold him.

    Rose started texting him, he could see it lighting up his phone which was still laying on the table.

    This was it. They were out. The act was over and they were completely and utterly fucked.