strings // newtmas au

pretend we're in a movie

     The next few weeks were insane. WICKED's song went viral. It was playing on almost every station, the band's instagram page gained several thousand more followers and they even got to do an interview on the alternative station that first played them. Thomas went with them to the interview, he had to sit outside which was extremely boring but when Newt came out he was smiling so hard that Thomas couldn't even be mad. He also learned that when Newt was happy he got horny. Everytime his obscenes hickies faded, Newt left new ones, not that Thomas minded. Newt was busy with practice so he didn't get to spend as much time with him as he wished but when he did it was nice. Once they went to a movie and actually watched it, then made out after in the car parking lot. Thomas asked Newt to come to his favorite bookstore with him, they walked downtown for a bit and drank overpriced coffee and Newt took a lot of pictures which Thomas fake protested against. They went to breakfast another time and Newt flicked straw wrappers at him and laughed until Thomas threw a whole biscuit at him and the waitress glared at them. They spent Friday nights binge watching more Game of Thrones, Newt had his arm around him and told him that he liked spending time with him which made Thomas' heart feel like it was going to explode. They made love sometimes, it was slow and Newt held his hands as they did it. He kissed him softly which was so unlike the way Newt usually kissed. It was nice.

     Thomas realized that he loved him when they were washing dishes and Newt kept throwing soapy bubbles at him. Newt lifted him onto the counter at one point and kissed him, his soap covered hands running through his hair. They took a nap together after, Newt fell asleep first and when Thomas was looking at his sleepy face and the reminiscents of soap in his hair it hit him that he loved this boy.

     Newt got better with the smoking, he went through barely half a pack a week. They came up with a system, when Newt was really craving a stick, Thomas busied his mouth by kissing of course and gave Newt pieces of the gum he carried on him until the craving passed. It worked a lot of the time. It was hard on him but he was trying and Thomas loved him for it, yeah he loved him.

     A month and a half after their song was on the radio Newt got the invitation from a radio station for their band to open for an annual music festival downtown. The three were so excited and of course they accepted. Newt dragged him to a bar that night to celebrate.

    "I'm getting drunk tonight Tommy," Newt said as he poured himself another drink.

    "Okay," Thomas laughed as he sipped water through his little black straw. Thomas was driving that night so he swore off any alcohol.

    "Our first real live show Tommy, like yeah the bars are whatever they're real but like we were asked to play. We're getting paid to play." Newt was smiling as he threw back the contents in his cup.

    "I'm proud of you," Thomas said honestly. He was, he was proud of him. He knew how hard they practiced, Thomas wasn't even allowed in the house during the practices because he was "too distracting" and they needed Newt at his "full focus" or something along those lines.

   "You're the greatest." Newt grinned as he downed the rest of his drink.

    "And you're gonna die if you keep drinking at this rate." Thomas laughed as he gently lured the cup from Newt's hand. "Take a break okay?"

    Newt pouted and it was almost enough for Thomas to give in.

    "You're a lightweight remember that okay?"

    Newt rolled his eyes. "But I'm taller than you."

    Thomas huffed out a laugh. "That has nothing to do with the amount of alcohol you can consume without being absolutely plastered drunk."