MewGulf - Crossing the Line

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As Mew drove home from the day's shoot, he only thought of one thing. Nothing else registered; not the radio that had turned on automatically when he had started the car, not the text messages from friends making his phone ping, not the cool night air on his skin. When he finally pulled into his parking spot, he couldn't recall the drive home.

Absentmindedly, he grabbed his bag from the back seat, locked his car and walked to the elevator. A few minutes later he found himself inside his apartment. He dropped his bag on the floor and made his way to the bathroom, slowly stripping off his clothes as he went. He started the shower and got in, placing himself directly under the shower head and letting the warm water hit his face and run down his body. As he ran his hands through his now soaked hair, he wondered if he had imagined it...

They were almost done filming the first season of TharnType and not once had Gulf accidentally touched him in a way he wasn't directed to. And yet... today, as they filmed a kissing scene, Gulf lying on the bed and Mew sitting on the edge of the bed leaning over him, their mouths opened and pressed against each other so as to give viewers the impression that they were tongue kissing, Mew had unmistakably felt Gulf's tongue venturing into his mouth, brushing softly against his tongue.

Had he been in character, using his tongue to make the kiss seem more natural, more believable? Had he done it to tease Mew? Had it been, somehow, an accident?

When he felt the water start to turn cold, Mew realized how long he'd been in there, lost in thought, simply letting the water fall down on him. He quickly washed himself and got out of the shower.

He debated whether or not to cook himself dinner but he couldn't focus his mind enough to prepare food so he grabbed some fruit and headed to his bedroom.

As he sat on his bed, peeling and eating an orange, he could only think of the feeling of Gulf's warm tongue on his. He had imagined it so many times before, had daydreamed about exploring Gulf's mouth and feeling his tongue against his, but the daydreams had paled in comparison to what he had felt earlier. Just the tip of Gulf's tongue brushing against his had made him feel electrified, and a fiery current ran through his body now as he recalled it.

He could feel himself growing hard, but he denied himself the release of touching himself, as he had every time thoughts of Gulf had filled his mind before. They had been working closely together for months now, and between all the time spent together practicing, doing workshops, filming, attending events and doing flirty fan service, Mew struggled to remind himself that it was all for show, that Gulf's words and touches didn't mean anything. He knew that allowing himself to think of Gulf as he touched himself would only confuse him more. Gulf was, as far as he knew, straight, and so no matter how much he liked Gulf, his entrancing eyes, his warm smile, his bright laugh that could light up any room... He couldn't let himself fall in love with him. Instead, he stood on the edge of his feelings, swaying and stumbling but always making sure to catch himself before he could ever truly fall. But now, somehow, it was Gulf who had blurred the lines between them...

When the first rays of sunshine lit up his room the next morning, Mew had barely managed to get any sleep.