The Trials of Being Loved

Part 5 - An Overthinking Polar Bear?

Should he be stunned by Tay's offer? No, but it was the way that Tay was looking at him when he said it. A small decisive nod and New agreed with his internal thought process but he was in this mess because of that small nod.

Tay took it as agreement to spend the night!

In his very large king size bed... after what they did here, today.

New was so screwed. He knew it. How in the hell did Tay expect him to keep his hands off of him after all of that foreplay? What was worse, was he still didn't know if he was straight and playing with his head, bi or gay? Face twisted, controlling other parts of his body, he had to give it to him that the man could definitely kiss, unlike what he did on the set.

The dressing room door unlocked, Tay placed his hand on New's elbow to escort him from the room. There was no one around and oddly, no one tried to stop or talk to them as they walked to the parking lot. Even odder, was New himself. He had the most distracted look on his face and kept chewing on his lip. In his peripheral vision, it was driving Tay insane.

Why is he doing that? Does he want me to kiss him? Does he even know that I want to kiss him when he's doing that? Gah!

New was too far gone in his own thoughts to even know where he was until the car stopped outside of Tay's apartment. He was unaware when they stopped and picked up dinner at a street vendor, drinks from another vendor and beer at a convenience store. He took the bag that Tay placed in his hand and followed docilly up to the door.

Tay unlocked the door and again, New followed in mutely. Tay put down his bags and reached for the bag in New's hand. New passed it to him and looked into his eyes. He had chewed his bottom lip so much it had started to swell. His eyes were windows, showing his confusion.

"Fuck!" Grabbing the bag from him, he tossed it to the table. He took the hand that held the bag and led him to the couch. "You can't look at me like that, New. You can't."

"Why not?"

"It makes me want this." New gasped as Tay's lips pressed against his, feeling tingles where he had chewed them. Tay sucked his already swollen bottom lip, then moved to his top lip. Taking both lips in, his tongue traced the seam, seeking entry. His blood sang, he opened and met Tay's tongue to intertwine. He dropped his hands to Tay's waist. Tay cupped his face. 

New was lost. Over loaded between the stress from the day, disappointment from stopping before, and just always denying that you have an attraction. He wanted this. He wanted Tay. He had him, again, right here, right now, and this time, nothing was going to stop him.

He slipped his hands up under the t-shirt and sighed into the kiss, smiling when Tay pulled back. He slid his hands up, and down, and finally, the position he was in, it didn't matter he had a belt on, he could get a hand in his pants. He touched his ass. Hard, just like his abdomen, his chest, arms, legs.... 

He wanted him so badly. He lay back and pulled Tay over him. Meeting his gaze, "Touch me."

"W... W... Where?" Tay felt like a schoolboy, not an adult. "Newwie... I..." They should talk first, he knew, New should know. But no chance was given...

Their fandom always quoted, "Newwiee gives in!" He'd thought it was cute, before, now, he wondered, whom was giving in to who?

"Everywhere, anywhere, using whatever you want." New closed his eyes, then opened them. "Let's play and feel good, Tay. Just feel good."

Tay forgot about everything except New and the look on his face. He picked him up and carried him to his bed. The few remaining buttons on the shirt went flying. His t-shirt hit the wall. He undid his belt and stepped out of his jeans and briefs to stand before New nude.