Chapter 1: The Favor

"Yes?" Newt asked picking up his phone.

"Sir, your sister is on the line," an assistant told him. He groaned in his mind but asked patiently.

"Can you tell her to call me after work? I'm busy."

"She said it's urgent." He sighed. She always says that.

"Alright." Soon his sister was on the line and with a quick roll of his brown eyes, he said. "Lizzy, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me, while I'm at work?" Hiding his annoyance, apparently, did not work out.

"But I have just a thing for you." She squeaked excitedly. "A friend of mine is writing this book and I was hoping-"

"No," Newt interrupted her, knowing what she was going to ask him. It was not the first time she was asking him specifically this favor. He agreed to help her friend once to publish a book, and it was a pure disaster. That girl knew nothing about good literature and thought writing easy, so she put no effort in improving her skills, which were already extremely low. He obviously never agreed to do any favors to any of his sister's friends.

"Let me finish, Newton." Oh, how he hated when anyone, especially she, called him by his full name. "It's really good this time," she unsuccessfully tried to convince him.

"If it's so good, why would she need my help?"

"Well, firstly she doesn't even know I'm calling you. And secondly, she's shy about her work. She doesn't even consider publishing it."

"Then we have no problem," he stated and was about to hang up when Lizzy pleaded.

"Please, Newt. I've already stolen a chapter from her laptop, which by the way she will be furious about when she finds out, but if you tell her it's good-"

"I won't read a stolen work. What's more, I won't read a story that doesn't want to be read."

"Please, just let me finish!" She yelled into the phone. Lizzy could be sweet around their parents, but in reality, she was of really short temper. "If you liked it you could just tell her it's good. That's all I'm asking for. She'd need a bust of confidence." The girl sounded different from Lizzy's friends, yet oddly familiar. "Please, it would make up for you forgetting my birthday-"

"Bloody hell, Lizzy, it was five years ago and I already redeemed myself, so could you please get over it?" He sighed into the phone knowing he would end up agreeing. He couldn't say no to her especially when she was using this argument against him.

"I swear I'll stop using it against you after you do this."

"Why do you even bother?" He exhaled heavily.

"Because she hates her job and if she published one of her stories maybe she could free herself," she explained. "And it's her birthday in two weeks and I don't know what to get her," she confessed in a whisper. Newt laughed at his sister. "But the story is really promising. I swear!"

"Alright, alright." He shook his head trying to stop his laughter. "But it's the last time I'm letting you use my position in favor of your friends," he warned.

"Thanks, Newtie, you're the best."

"I know, but don't call me Newtie." Then he hung up before she could ask more of him.

"Hey, Newt," He was putting on his leather jacket when the voice lightly startled him.

"What's up, Tommy?" He turned around to face his friend.

"Got any plans for tonight, Shank?" He used the slang from their sorority.

"I'm coming over to Kelly, why?" Thomas chuckled.

"Oh yeah, I forgot you gotta get laid every once in a while."

"How's Teresa?" Newt shot back. Thomas shook his head.

"Let me remind you she's my girlfriend, not my call-me-when-you're-horny-friend."

"Yeah, whatever," Newt huffed. "So what do you want again?"

"Minho and I are going for a beer. Wanna come?" Newt shrugged.

"Sure, why not?" They walked outside and both entered their cars. Newt drove behind Thomas all the way to the bar. It'd been at least three months since he last saw Minho, and though he wouldn't say it out loud, he missed that grumpy slinthead.

Inside he only ordered cheese sticks, knowing he'd have to yet again drive. He warned Thomas when his friend ordered a beer for himself, but he only shrugged, saying he could just order an Uber.

Minho joined them soon, and they spent three hours at the booth. Though, they tried, they couldn't convince Newt to have a drink with them.

"Our goody-two-shoes too afraid to even take a sip?" Minho chuckled, bringing a half-empty bottle to his lips.

"Oh, slim it, slinthead. I'm gonna have plenty to drink later." Minho raised an eyebrow.

"Kelly again," Thomas explained.

"Oh, you guys getting any serious?" Minho laughed already knowing an answer.

"As serious as call-me-when-you're-horny-friend can get," Thomas replied for Newt receiving an eye-roll.

"I can answer for myself, you know?" He snapped lightly. "Besides you're just jealous. Remind me, when was the last time you got laid?" He snickered with Minho.

"You really wanna hear about my love life, Newt? Well-"

"I don't," Minho said quickly. "But if two shanks want I can leave you to discuss that such important matter." He mocked with a smirk.

"Oh, please don't. I think we can wait." Newt said. "Anyway, now that the season is over what are you gonna do with yourself?" Newt asked referring to Minho's soccer career.

"If you must know, shank, I have this offer from England, and I'll transfer before summer is over. 'Till then, I'm free to annoy the shuck out of you." He smirked.

"That's quite some time. You sure you wanna waste it on us?" Thomas chimed in.

"Actually… There's a girl."

"Bloody hell, you, too?" Newt squirmed. "Did I just lose my second best wingman?" Thomas patted him on the shoulder with a laugh.

"Seems like it."

"Wait, what do you mean second best?" Minho squeaked.

Newt leaned against the doorway with multi-pack of beer in his hand. The door opened soon after he rang the bell. Got her waiting - Newt thought, putting that famous grin of his on.

"You're late," Kelly told him with annoyance written all over her face.

"We've got all night," He shrugged.

"Got held up at work?" That was one of many things about his job that he liked – he was never held up until he wanted to stay and work on some marvelous script, which rarely happened nowadays.

"Nah, an old friend's in town. We went to a bar." He pushed past her letting himself in. She humped and he heard her shut the door behind him. He put the beers on a small kitchen table.

"Driving after having a drink? Doesn't sound like you," she commented. He scanned the table, and it didn't take him much time to notice an already opened vodka and glass filled with cola. Kelly liked to drink them separately for some odd reason.

"Unlike you, I haven't drunk anything yet." He turned around and noticed she got closer to him. He reached out to her. His arms wrapped around her back and quickly slipped to her arse, squeezing it. He swiftly brought her closer and connected their lips in a pelting kiss.

His hand slid up her thigh. She got the signal and jumped, wrapping her legs around his hips. He turned around and sat her on the table.

"Bedroom?" He pulled away only to bring his lips to her neck, sucking the skin hard, and then smoothing it with his fierce tongue.

"Here." She gasped connecting their hips. "Just don't knock anything over." She managed to put a coherent sentence together.

His hands traveled to the hem of her T-shirt, and he pushed away from her to take the fabric off. In exchange, she stripped him of his jacket, tossing it onto the floor. While his lips glued to her shoulder, leaving a bite on every part of her bronzed skin, she grabbed him by the shirt and started unbuttoning it.

Her hands were warm against the skin of his stomach. Though he seemed skinny, underneath his suit he was wiry and sinewy, he could thank years of football practice, and Tommy who dragged him to the gym at least three times a week now.

He unclasped her bra with one hand and ripped it off of her with the other. He pushed her down onto the table. Her legs left his hips and were dangling from the table as she spread her legs. She arched her back for him when his left hand kneaded her breast. He brought his mouth to the other one steading her on the table by putting a hand on her shoulder – a way of his to stop her from squirming underneath him. She moaned when his tongue met her skin avoiding a nipple.

"Y-you can tease me, s-some other time, Isaac." She was already breathing heavily, and he wondered if he could make her cum like that. "I did my waiting."

He knew if he had arrived a few minutes later, he'd have found her naked on her bed with her fingers between her folds, trying to replace him.

His grip on her breast tightened, and he squeezed her nipple between his fingers, lightly at first only to brush it with his thumb, and then he repeated the motion twice as hard, making her grained against him.

"Don't," he pulled his mouth away from her breast to give her a warning glare. "Or I'll stop," he warned her and waited for her to confirm she understood.

"Isaac, you're such a tease sometimes." She mocked him, but with her unsteady breaths, he could tell just how needy she was.

He didn't respond to her, not with words anyway. He brought his lips back to her breast and sucked sharply on the nipple as soon as his mouth met her already swollen skin.

"Fuck!" She yelped underneath him. When he felt her try to move, he held her down with his forearm and elbow pressed to her chest and stomach. His fingers moved rapidly against her other breast. It didn't take long for him to bring her over the edge. Few more strokes and a quick bite on her nipple left her a whimpering mess underneath him.

He was surprised how easy she came, but didn't question it. He might have been just that good. He pulled away from her as soon as an orgasm took over her. He kicked off his shoes. He took his wallet out of his trousers to take a condom. It stayed between his middle and index finger. Then he focused on his pants, taking them off quickly along with his boxers.

He noticed Kelly was gaining control over her breathing and he turned his attention back to her. He hovered over her and sucked onto her neck lightly.

"Someone's eager today." He chuckled and hot breath from his mouth brushed against a mark he left before.

"Y-you're the one t-to talk." She tried to be playful while she stared at his boner. It didn't get to him the way she planned, but it stopped to matter the moment he caught her thighs in his hands and slid her off the table.

The moment her feet hit the ground his palms traveled to her hips and he played with the waistband of her short. He hooked his finger between the fabric and her flesh, and let them find their way to the front to unbutton it. Meanwhile, he brought the packed condom to his mouth and ripped it open with his teeth.

Her hand was immediately at his mouth grabbing the rubber and putting it on his cock abruptly and giving it a squeeze. Just when he unzipped her shorts she whispered into his ear.

"I have nothing underneath." He let them fall to the floor and she managed to kick them off before he slapped her ass-cheek. Her pelvis hit his groin and they both groaned at the contact.

With his hands on her hips again he turned her around and pushed her against the table. His hand made its way quickly to her shoulder and he pushed her, making her slam onto the table-top. Without a warning he entered her harshly, leaving her breathless before he pulled out, and repeated the motion. He closed his eyes as he listened to all the curses that rolled off her tongue while he fucked her.

Newt barely remembered the time, when he wasn't an early bird. After he had moved to the USA from England his life completely changed - it was a good thing. He was starting high school, so it was new to many other peers. But for him adjusting was more difficult. He was the only one with an accent – which drew all girls to him – he was one of little that wanted to play football soccer and after the team turned out to be a joke he switched to lacrosse. That was how he and Minho became best friends.

Together they'd meet up at six a.m. and ran. At first, it was torture. He loved running, but getting up wasn't easy. It took him three months to get used to it. But when he did there wasn't a day he would wake up after five thirty in the morning.

It came in handy when he got to university, and needed time to study between parties, and classes, or after he got his job. He loved sipping slowly cappuccino in his office while reading a freshly printed script.

Yet, here he was still at Kelly's, leaning against a trifling table, white mug in his hand with dark coffee with lots of sugar. He hated coffee without cream, and Kelly apparently forgot to get any.

He wanted to get out, drive home or some café, but he wouldn't leave without bidding a goodbye to his call-me-when-you're-horny-friend. Though it was not like they established a rule about leaving, he still felt he needed to show her the respect. She called it old good British gentleman-ness. It seemed everyone could come up with a new phrase to describe his behavior.

Hi guys!

Let me know what you think of this story so far. I'm sorry if Newt seems OOC, it'll be explained as the story goes on.

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