A/N: I just have to post this chapter because I'll be lazy in the coming days because we have a safety and system audit. So I might be busy and tired to update, so here it is. Enjoy.
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"You named your kitten after who?"
Gulf glared playfully at the handsome man sitting across from him, lazily sipping coffee.
"Bebe. She's not just 'that uptight chick from Frasier' you know."
"Frasier?"
Gulf practically did a spit-take. "You're putting me on. You really aren't that young, are you?" Mew shrugged and Gulf groaned. "Okay, forget about Frasier. Just know that Bebe Neuwirth is a Broadway legend, and if I saw her in the Chicago revival in 1996, I think it could have changed my life."
Mew laughs as he drinks his coffee. "I was 5 years old in 1996 and you're like what in '96, 2 years old? 3? You're to young for Bebe." He raised an eyebrow at Gulf. "And babe, you're younger than me but your an old soul, so, how does it feel to know you're stealing my youth, old man?"
Gulf tried not to let his face waver, and he thought he pulled it off. If he was being open with Mew, he was kind of bothered by it, concerned both by the age difference but the old soul in him and the fact that Mew didn't seem like a 30-year-old. With the amount he'd capability so far and Gulf wasn't ready to admit to himself how nerve-wracking he found that. "That's how we stay young. I'll have to replace you with someone even younger if I want to survive my 40's, you know, like how Hugh Hefner does it, I'll run my own bunny house. Think I could snag a hot 18-year-old lifeguard who just needs a sugar daddy? I'll be playboy."
"Mmm, perhaps, but you shouldn't make any rushed decisions about throwing me out when you haven't even seen me in all of my glory yet." Mew winked at him.
"And whose fault is that? Who wanted to take things slow?" Gulf's tone was teasing, light, and he slowly ran one of his feet up Mew's calf under the cafe table. Laughed when Mew did a little spit-take of his own. The slow part, Gulf had actually come to enjoy. They'd been dating for nearly two months, now, and beyond the handful of times they'd submitted to a hand job or blow job, they stayed true to Mew's original plan.
Mew gave him a little glare, then arched a brow and Gulf knew he'd be paying for this later. Good. "So Bebe is settling in, then?"
"She's so adorable, Mew. No one's called about her yet, and she wasn't chipped, so I'm hoping she gets to stay mine. She slept right by my head last night." Gulf knew he was babbling about Bebe. He couldn't seem to stop himself, and Mew was giving him this look, like he found Gulf so endearing, and it was warming Gulf up from the inside out.
"Can I ask why, if you love cats so much, you didn't own one before this?"
Gulf's brow creased as he thought about it. "We had them when I was little but I guess, I never thought I'd have time to love it, and then I realized...I can make time." His eyes met Mew's, then, and he swallowed. Was that really fucking evident just to me, or is everyone following along? He thought ironically. He blew out a breath and attempted a subject change. "Anyway, if she's willing to put up with this asshole, then I guess I can love her. So what are we doing after this? It's supposed to rain today according to PAGASA."
Mew was scowling, and Gulf hoped to God it wasn't because of the love comment. Smooth as fucking silk, basically declaring your love to a guy you just started referring to as your boyfriend like two weeks ago. "I'm..." He gifted Gulf with one of his smiles then - not that they were rare, but they were always a gift in Gulf's opinion. "I'm feeling sort of lazy."
Gulf purposely brushed his foot up Mew's trouser again. "Lazy like...let's go back to my place, put on a movie we pretend we're going to watch, and make out instead?"
Gulf laughed when Mew instantaneously pulled a waiter aside and asked for their bill.
Note: PAGASA Philippine Atmospheric, Geophysical and Astronomical Services Administration
*** to be continued ***
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