The Trials of Being Loved

Part 2 - An Orca is Always There

New only felt lonely now, having let go his troubles. Sure, the alcohol was still there, still making him feel loose, but in a different way. He simply didn't care anymore. Tay could do what he wanted with the information.

He stood up and stripped, taking off his clothes. He had nothing to be ashamed of. He worked hard for his body. It was his body that gave him his current career, not his acting skills. He knew that too. No matter how many lessons he took, it wasn't compliments on his acting he received, it was his body. This industry was bad for him. Bad for his mental health.

Tay tried, really tried to stop him as his briefs hit the floor. He had never slept with a naked man before. Understanding why Newwie had said it was a bad idea too late, he simply tidied up the fallen clothes, folding them neatly on a low stool and left him sleeping in the bed.

He hadn't had nearly enough to drink, wanting to be able to understand all that Newwie had said. Using the peace in the kitchen, he pulled out a beer and sat on the floor, snapped it open and swiftly downed the beer. Crushing the can, he stretched out his long arm, opened the fridge door, reached in, snagged another one, opened it and this time, he studied the label.

And considered. Was he lonely? Did he miss having a partner? Yes, he had been in a steady relationship once. It had been nice, not spectacular. Just nice. They had been so young then, too young to try many things adults did. They never got past kissing and oral sex.

If Tay had to be technical about it, he was a virgin. His career was definitely more important to him than anything else. He was content with companionship from the people around him.

"New," He muttered, his buzz finally at a point where he would sleep, "I don't get you. What's so great about sex that you're willing to fuck up everything you've worked for?"

He stumbled to the big bed, changed into pajama pants, the way he slept every night, and fell asleep.

New woke up with a killer headache and sunlight streaming on his face. Fuck, He sighed as he tried to roll over, I left the curtains open again. He couldn't move because his arm was trapped. He pried open an eye glued shut and froze when he saw Tay's sleeping face mere inches from his. What the hell happened last night?

Tay groaned, stretched and swung his left arm over New's middle and drew him closer. His head, he tucked deeper into his armpit and sighed, not once waking up.

If his head didn't ache so badly, it would have been nice to be cuddled first thing in the morning. But New knew that Tay was going to regret this once he woke up! He had to leave now, before it changed everything. Carefully, he tried to slide down Tay's body but that brought up another problem.

It reminded his own body of exactly how long it had been since he'd been in someone's arms! He groaned, loudly, at the friction. Swearing softly, "Fuck, Tay, how could you let me sleep naked?"

Like a cat, Tay rubbed his face into New's shoulder and  muttered, "Tried stopping you, but couldn't. You're damn stubborn when you're drunk." He rolled over on to his back and sighed. "Why are you up this early anyway?"

Stunned, New sat up. "You mean you brought me home with you last night?"

"Of course." Tay now opened his eyes and looked at New. "Don't you remember?"

"Not much, actually. I skipped dinner, then you asked me to come out drinking with you. We drank and then when I started to get drunk, asked you to send me home." 

"Well, you were really drunk. I told you I felt responsible and was bringing you home with me."

Newwie's hands twisted in the blankets, bringing them up higher on his lap. "That wasn't smart. Did we talk?"