It's Just You And Me

Chapter 5

Smut warning

They're soon standing beneath warm water in Mew's shower. Their arms tied around one another. Mew's hands travel over the small of Gulf's back, the soap on his hands leaving traces of bubbles behind. Gulf's doing the same to Mew's stomach, tracing his skin with gentle hands, treasuring him. No words are spoken, there is no need for conversation - just the appreciation of one another's presence.

It's probably the longest shower either of them had ever taken. It's slow, Mew takes his time to wash Gulf's hair, grooming the dark strands with his fingers, pressing kisses to his forehead whenever he leaned forwards to scratch the back of his head. Gulf had spent a similar amount of time rubbing soap into Mew's back, it was trance-like, Gulf just couldn't stop. There was something about the sighs Mew would release and the way his back arched into Gulf's hands that just made him want to stay there forever.

Although, before Gulf could even offer to wash Mew's hair, the water began to turn cold and soon enough, they were both jumping out and wrapping themselves in the fluffiest towels Mew could find.

"You can borrow a pair of pyjamas," Mew says as he reaches into his cupboard that was at least triple the size of Gulf's and pulls out a t-shirt followed by a pair of boxer shorts. "They should fit." He hands them to Gulf who gratefully takes them and throws the t-shirt over his head, trying not to get it wet from his hair. He then pulls the shorts up and returns the towel to Mew who was only in a pair of shorts. "Let me dry your hair?" Gulf could get used to this service. He stares at Mew for a second before blinking as if in slow motion.

"Sure," he replies, his answer sounding less sure than he expected. Mew instructs Gulf to sit on the floor between Mew's legs while he sits on the edge of the bed, hair dryer in hand. The warmth of the dryer brings comfort to Gulf, along with the hand that scruffs his hair about and plays with it. Gulf thinks he could fall asleep to this and he almost does. He's brought back to earth when the hair dryer is turned off and Mew's running a hand through it for the last time.

"All done," he says and Gulf can hear the smile in his voice. It's endearing and Gulf's heart flutters when Mew's hands land on his shoulders, squeezing them and rubbing his upper arms.

"Let me dry your hair now?" Gulf makes a stand, turning to face him, still between Mew's thighs. He takes the hair dryer from Mew and directs it at his head. One hand rests on Mew's shoulder while he leans into his body, feeling the warmth of Mew's skin as he dries the back of his head. Mew stays still for a minute before wrapping his arms around Gulf's waist, embracing him and bringing him almost impractically close. It feels so natural, having Mew's hands on his waist while Gulf plays with his hair. It feels as if they had been doing this routine their whole life.

They stay like that until Mew's hair is completely dry. The hairdryer is placed to the floor before Gulf's hands rest on either side of Mew's neck, rubbing small circles with his thumbs. His hands travel to cup Mew's face and he bends down to place the softest, most careful and appreciative kiss to Mew's awaiting lips. "We should probably get some sleep," Gulf whispers against Mew's lips. They both smile at one another before finding their place in Mew's bed. There's distance between them, as if being in bed changed how close they could be to one another. It felt more intimate - more of a relationship standard to hug one another under the covers and were they at that stage? They're still looking at one another, the silence in the room changes the warm atmosphere that had been dancing through the air had turned into a chill and Gulf battles over what to say. He doesn't want to slip up, they'd had such an eventfully fun evening that talking about something so deep yet important could completely ruin everything. Mew can tell Gulf's fighting something. He doesn't know how; Gulf's face is not as readable as he expected it to be but there's something behind those pretty eyes.