The Master and The Bodyguards.

Guns and Targets

Guns and Targets

Gulf felt releaved after talking to Mew. But he was missing him so much. He was worried about him too. The way Mew was all concerned about him and his safety was scaring Gulf.

Godt had been stuck with him like his shadow. He ate with him. He remained alert when Gulf was watching some series. He was constantly in touch with the security at home. 

They had their dinner and now Godt was laying restlessly on Gulf's bed as he insisted him to sleep on his bed.

And he was sleeping soundly and Godt was half leaning with the bed head. Trying to sleep.

He looked up to the door pulling off his reading glasses. Godt was standing on the door with his pillow and comforter clutched tightly to his chest.

He smiled motioning him to come inside.

"Cant sleep"? He asked Godt who shook his head. He was about to lay down on the center carpet when the man on the bed stopped him.

"Why sleeping on the floor. Its cold. Come here. The bed is spacious for us". He patted the empty side of the bed.

Godt was contemplating before the man patted the space again.

"It.. Its okay". He tried to say that he was okay to sleep on the carpet, but the man was equally stubborn.

"Come here. I dont want you to catch cold and eventually i will fall sick too". This time he said with a little imposing tone. Godt sighed and took his space on the bed. The man smiled, closing the book he was reading. He saw Godt was laying peacefully back facing him. He pulled off his shirt as a habbit of sleeping without shirt. And properly slipped in the comforter.

He switched off the night lamp but the next moment the bed shifted quickly. He switched the lamp on only to find Godt sitting in the bed with eyes wide open.

"Li...lights". He licked his lips. The man smiled again.

"Okay i wont put it down. Lay down". He made him lay down on his back before laying himself. He wasnt comfortable sleeping with lights on, but he knew Godt was afraid of dark.

"Still cant sleep"? He asked still eyes closed, after a moment.

"Did i disturb you"? He heard Godt murmuring.

He turned on his left to face Godt who was laying on his right side facing him.

Without saying a word he slipped his arm under Godt's neck and pulled him close securly tucking his face under his chin, wrapping his other arm on his waist.

"Sleep". He inhaled a deep breath taking in the fresh scent of Godt's shampoo. It was refreshingly fruity.

He felt Godt squirming a bit to adjust but then he smiled when Godt snuggled into his embrace. Godt was breathing softly and those breathes were tickling his skin...

"Are you still scared of me"? He asked Godt. He felt Godt curling his finger on his naked waist.

"I was never scared of you". He whispered back.

"Then? You never talked to me. You never look at me". He asked again. This time Godt lift his head to look into his eyes. Warm as always.

"I was never scared of you. Its that you make me nervous". Godt softly said biting his lips.

He raised his eye brow.

"And how do i make you nervous? I dont remember i ever scolded you or shouted on you". He was surprised.

"No its not that. Its that...".

"That"?

"Uhmm when.. When you look at me. I feel myself short of words". Godt said not more than a murmur.