Lucid Dreams | A Short TayNew Fanfic

ch7

Tay stayed at the bakery until New was off. It was easy, but it would've been easier with coffee to keep him energetic, but New refused to give him any. Something about no coffee now, easier to sleep later.

He even finished his final scene. Talking occasionally with New through his shift helped. When the clock was nearing six, Tay was tired of course, but he was now anxious and the two together were never good news.

New lead him out of the front door as soon as a smaller man rushed through the door and grabbed an apron, relieving New of his shift. New urged Tay to follow him, but it wasn't far at all, they walked down a street, crossed a busy one, and New turned into an alley full of tall buildings.

"You know my grandma did say never go home with strangers.." Tay joked to fill the silence, after coming out of the lift.

"Did she ever tell you to go to bed on time?" New remarked as he pulled keys from his pocket-no, Tay had not been staring at his legs in his black jeans the past few feet they walked-and walked to the last door on the floor towards right, and it looked safe, and weirdly, Tay trusted New.

"Touche," Tay said, as he followed behind New when he got the door opened and gestured for Tay to follow behind.

"I happen to know someone who used to have insomnia, Tay," New stripped himself of his shoes, and emptied his pockets by the entrance of his doorway.

Tay breathed in the words, but lost them to look around New's apartment. It was pretty generic, except he had a white sofa, and matching chairs in front of a wooden coffee table, set up for the flat screen. the walls were white, and the carpet was soft. The living room seemed to stretch far, it ending in the large kitchen. To the right of the living room was a closed door, and towards the left a hallway.

"You live alone? I don't peg you for the roommate type," Tay said, but it was meant to be a thought. He was so goddamn tired his thoughts were becoming words and that is not good.

New chuckled. "Yeah. I live alone, and you look tired, though that's an understatement. But, I know I am tired. Follow me," New waved his hand and his feet started for the hallway. Tay held his breath,taking in the sights around him.

New opened the last door to the left, and didn't bother to turn the light on, as there was a lamp lit in the corner.

"What's the most comfortable thing to sleep in?" New asked the question out, and Tay didn't even notice that he shut the door and now he was standing alone in New's room with him. Tay was on fire, but he kept it to himself, so he shrugged his backpack off.

"Boxers," Tay shrugged. That was what he slept in. But his cheeks flushed anyway.

"Nice," New smirked. "Well I'm going to go wash up, but you can get comfortable. Be right back," at that, New left Tay, essentially a stranger alone in his room.

Tay's vision was blurry, his eyelids fluttering, and he realized his legs get wobbly. He couldn't tell if it was from lack of sleep or New anymore, either way he needed to lie down. He got rid of all his clothes as he listened to the sink water run, until he was just in his boxer shorts, and chuckled to himself at New's pastel yellow comforter with white sheets and pillows.

He exhaled sharply when his back hit the bed. It was so comfortable. It was better than Tay's by a ton, but he could feel how this bed had actually been slept in. He tried to close his eyes while waiting for New, the blankets pulled up to his armpits, but sadly, the bed wasn't enough.

When New was done, he came in without a shirt- his smooth chest on display, of course, because when can Tay catch a break-and, well, boxers. Tay had to hold back a whimper again, because while shirts looked good on New, this is a sight for incredibly sore eyes, and Tay can't take this anymore because New was beautiful and it hurt looking at him, he wrote his whole script with Him in mind for fuck's sake he just wanted to scream his heart out.

"Wow," New muttered, staring at Tay, while he put on a white tshirt.

"Hmm?" Tay said, a bit disappointed.

"You do know you said that out loud right? I really think you need to sleep."

Tay's eyes stung, bulging out of his head as his cheeks flared up. "I'm flattered," New chuckled as he turned the lamp off and Tay was really praying it wasn't a dream that New was shuffling in the bed next to him, because he could feel his body heat and Tay couldn't stay sane anymore.

"Script huh? I knew you were staring for a reason." New turned, they were face to face now, and Tay's cheeks have yet to cool.

"That was umm just a scene, yeah," Tay inhaled.

"And another?" Tay felt New's breath on his face, and he was lost in his eyes that he didn't notice the very little proximity between the two of them.

"Art deserves to be admired," Tay whispered, barely audible. But New heard him, he had to have. New closed the distance just then, his lips meeting Tay's and the surges lit fires inside his bones at the connect. New's lips felt as they looked, pink and beautiful and kissable, everything was brought to life from Tay's imagination. Tay cupped New's cheek and deepened the kiss and his lucid dreams weren't so much dreams anymore, and he finally came to the conclusion that this was very much real.

New pulled back and smiled the bright smile again, and Tay was falling deeper in the hole he dug the night he saw New in his Hawaiian pattern shirt. Because infatuation was a damn thing, a damn drug, but for Tay, New could be so much more.

"The miracle cure for insomnia is comfort," New muttered. "like cuddling."

"Really?" Tay asked, New already getting comfortable very close to him.

"Put your arms around me, see how fast it works."