HYSM

Twenty one

Warning: Mature content! (A more 'playful' exploration - revenge elements)

Suggestion - Listen to 'Bloom' (Troye Sivan) before reading... *Song lyrics credit

'...Now it's the perfect season
Yeah, let's go for it this time
We're dancing with the trees and
I've waited my whole life

It's true, baby
I've been saving this for you, baby

I need you to
Tell me right before it goes down
Promise me you'll
Hold my hand if I get scared now
Might tell you to
Take a second, baby, slow it down
You should know I, you should know I

I bloom just for you
(I bloom) just for you
(Yeah, I bloom) I bloom just for you
(I bloom) just for you
Come on, baby, play me like a love song
Every time it comes on
I get this sweet desire
(Yeah, I bloom) I bloom just for you
(I bloom) just for you...'

The lyrics danced around Mew's head all day - well, if they danced it was a lap dance.

"Shiaaa Gulf" he breathed out in exasperation to himself, as he rested his head down against the polished, dark, marled Walnut wood of a campus library desk.

The younger man had casually told him he had a song for him. Had pushed one of his headphones into Mew's ear as they left the Traipi car in the parking lot - Mew's motorcycle under repair with a local mechanic - and sauntered across to their faculty building to lean against the wall of the corridor, awaiting the first seminar of a busy day ahead - mid term exams looming on the horizon.

Then he'd played the song. That song. And when it finished, leant in to whisper:

"I bloom...just for you. See you tonight, Tua", with a little lap of a hot tongue into Mew's ear, a squeeze of his bicep - and then Gulf was disappearing through the door of the now open room, a deliberate swing to his hips as he went, knowing full well that his boyfriend's hungry eyes would be fixed upon him.

And that was it. That was all it took to obliterate the elder man's concentration for the entire day.

Henceforth, his mind was filled only with searing flashbacks of Gulf 'blooming' under his touch. Blooming up above him. Blooming in his arms. Blooming under ministrations of his lips, fingers, tongue, his cock.

They would be alone together in the Traipi household that night - Gulf's parents away visiting his maternal grandparents, and Grace taking the opportunity to sleep over at her boyfriend's dorm room - so the teasing had been purposeful, a promise of pleasures to come.

But still, those words...'I've been saving this for you baby...'

Torturous. Mew spent much of the day feeling like a lusty, virginal teenager, with varying degrees of hard-on in his trousers and a rucksack on his lap as he fudged absent-mindedly through seemingly endless lectures and tutorials. The final, practical session was the worst - Gulf there in a loose fitting tank top and football shorts. Delicate wrists, slender arms, smooth shoulders, a hidden, tiny waist that Mew wanted to hold as he pulled the younger man roughly up against himself.

He pouted and scowled to such an extent that Tul took him to one side during the drinks break, to mutter:

"Dude, what's going on? Have you two had an argument or something?"

To which Mew could only mumble a vague...

"Not an argument exactly..."

The pair had disclosed their relationship to their closest friends the previous month - some days after their park date - but Mew chose non-disclosure on this occasion, opting to suffer in secretive silence for as long as he could bear it.