MewGulf - Crossing the Line

5

Feeling the sunshine warming his face, Gulf awoke. His eyes still closed, he reached over, wanting to wrap his arm around Mew's toned waist, but as his hand felt around in front of him he felt nothing but bedsheets.

He opened his eyes and looked around him but the bed was empty. Panicking now, he scanned the room until his eyes fell on the bedside table. On it was a glass of fresh-pressed orange juice and underneath the glass, a note.

"Went to pick up things for breakfast, make yourself at home :)"

Gulf breathed a sigh of relief, a small smile curling the corners of his mouth. Half-awake, he sipped the orange juice then got up and walked into the en-suite bathroom. On the counter was a bath towel, a face towel and a new toothbrush. Next to it, a note that read "Use any products you like :)"

Gulf smiled again, a delighted smile. He turned on the shower and stepped in. As the hot water ran down his body, he looked around. He reached for a bottle of body wash, squirting some into his hand. This is what Mew uses to wash his body, he thought. I'm taking a shower in his apartment, after sleeping in his bed, while he's out getting us breakfast. He shivered with delight.

After finishing his shower and brushing his teeth, he wrapped the towel around his hips and went back into the bedroom. On a chair in the corner was a folded sweater. Gulf reached for it, bringing it to his face, then inhaled deeply. It smelled of Mew, his perfume, his scent... Near the table was a console, and on top of the console were a few items. A bracelet, a gold chain, two watches, and a bottle of perfume. Gulf reached for it, then gently sprayed some onto his wrists, bringing them to his neck and rubbing the perfume into his skin. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, feeling like he was back in Mew's arms.

He looked around the room in search of his clothes but didn't see them anywhere. Blushing, he remembered that some of them had ended up on the living room floor. He walked to the living room, carefully looking on the couch, the coffee table, the carpet, but still couldn't find them.

Unsure of what to do next, he walked to the kitchen area and poured himself a glass of water. He walked around the kitchen as he drank, then to the dining table, resting against it as he finished his water. As he was swallowing the last few drops, he heard the door handle turn, and watched as Mew walk in.

Walking into his apartment, Mew's breath caught as he saw Gulf leaning against his dining table, nothing but a towel wrapped around him, his hip bones peeking out.

Swallowing, he let out a soft "Hey..."

Gulf looked at him, a light pink blush dusting his cheeks, and responded. "Hey..."

Looking down at himself, he added "I couldn't find my clothes..."

"I put them in the wash for you..." Mew replied before crossing the distance between them, reaching an arm around Gulf and pulling him to him. With his other hand, he cupped Gulf's cheek, bringing their lips together. He kissed him slowly, taking his bottom lip between his. As he kissed him, he breathed in.

"Are you... Are you wearing my perfume?"

Gulf looked down, bright red now.

"I... I wanted to smell like you..."

Mew let out a soft noise, digging his fingers into Gulf's waist. He kissed him again, more intensely this time. Tossing the bag of food he was holding onto the table, he deepened the kiss. He licked Gulf's bottom lip, then slipped his tongue between his lips, desperate to taste him, to feel him. He reached under Gulf's thighs and lifted him onto the table, then, still holding onto his thighs, he spread them open and placed himself between them.