It's Just You And Me

Chapter 12

Smut Warning
Waking up to the sound of the ocean was surreal, it felt like being in a movie - the constant hum of the waves eased the air. The early morning sun beamed through the window as it casted golden tones over the bedroom. Is this heaven? Mew slowly sat up in bed, taking everything in around him - the faint smell of the beach, the sounds of the waves, Gulf's breathing, his own breathing; the air seemed so much clearer here than at home, he felt he could actually breathe. The softness and warmth of the sheets, an arm loosely wrapped around his own waist. He looks down at Gulf, still asleep. There's a faint smile on his face and Mew wonders what he's dreaming about. He could stare at Gulf all day, he'd never get bored of that face. Every time he looked at him; every time he allowed himself to stare, he found something new about Gulf's features - small things like the crinkles around his eyes when he laughed or the fullness of his lips when they kissed.

Mew regretfully climbs out of bed, replacing his body with a pillow and watching Gulf cling onto it. He creeps to the wardrobe, slipping into a pair of shorts and a tank top. He then goes to the bathroom, trying to be as quiet as possible and after completing his business, he heads down the stairs and slides into his flip-flops and walks out the door. Mew thought it would be a good idea to get some groceries - just a few basic items that would last them on their trip. Plus he wanted to get Gulf a nice breakfast.

When Mew returns, Gulf's waiting for him on the couch, the TV playing one of the few channels available.
"Hey," Mew announces his presence as he closes the door behind him, removing his shoes and walking into the kitchen, leaving the bags on the island.
"Oh hey, where'd you go?" Gulf calls out from the living room, turning his head in the direction of the kitchen. He can just about see Mew unloading the bags, his tank top clinging to his body. Gulf liked Mew in tank tops.
"I went to grab some food. Sorry, I should have left a note." Mew continues sorting the food. He then hears the TV go silent and the light footsteps of Gulf sneaking up behind him. Hands tie around Mew's waist and his chest is pressed against Mew's back.
"It's okay." He turns his head into Mew's neck. "I missed you." His breath tickles Mew's neck as he speaks. He hugs Mew a little tighter. The smell of Mew is familiar and it sends comforting shivers through his body. Mew smelt like home.
"Aw..." Mew turns to kiss Gulf's forehead, his touch soft and gentle. Treasuring. "I grabbed us some breakfast." Mew displays the still warm pastries. He had passed a cafe and saw the freshly baked goods and couldn't resist. They sit next to each other at the table, sharing the pastries and discussing their plans for the day.

It's around midday when they arrive at the beach. It's surprisingly empty, a few other couples dotted here and there but it's pleasant. The two wander along the sand, holding hands as they let their feet feel the coolness of the water. They're quite a fair bit away from everyone else now. It almost feels as if they're the only ones on the beach. Mew lays their beach towel down with the help of Gulf as he stands on one end to prevent it blowing away. They're then taking their seats and removing their shirts. Mew rummages through the small bag he had brought with him and presents the sunscreen bottle. Gulf scoffs at him. "Turn around." Mew draws a circle with his finger as if talking to a child. Gulf stares at him for a moment before giving in and obediently turning his back to Mew. Hands are soon travelling his skin, leaving trails of the sunscreen behind as he messages it in. Gulf decides he rather likes this back massage and leans into Mew's touch. His palms gently press into his skin, gliding from his neck all the way down to the waistband of his shorts and around his stomach. Mew then tells him to turn around and Gulf does so. More sunscreen is applied to his chest, Mew takes his time, enjoying touching Gulf's body. He makes sure to pay extra attention to his chest, knowing how sensitive his nipples can be. Then finally, Mew dabs the remainder of what's on his hands onto Gulf's face, rubbing his cheeks and laughing at the other's very relaxed face.
"Your turn." Gulf takes the bottle from Mew's hand and pours a generous amount into his palms. Mew instinctively turns around and waits to feel the coldness of the cream. Gulf starts at his shoulders, pressing a little too firmly into his skin. He then trails his hands down Mew's back, letting his finger nails dig in. It mimicked the sensation Mew felt when he fucked him, Gulf's nails digging into his back as he reached orgasm. Mew's back twitches and Gulf watches every movement. Gulf sat on his knees and as he leaned forward, his bare chest pressed against Mew's back, he kissed the back of Mew's earlobe, taking it between his lips, the heat of his mouth against Mew's skin. Mew audibly gasps. Tilting his head as Gulf's lips travelled down his neck and into the groove of his shoulder. He didn't care about the faint taste of sunscreen - maybe he should have thought about that before kissing him - it was too late to back out. Mew's then turning around, a look of want in his eyes.
"I've always dreamt of having sex on the beach," Mew whispers. This was highly inappropriate, they were in a public space, in broad daylight and it wasn't as if they could just whip their cocks out.
"I think that is a terrible idea..." Gulf replies just as quietly. It did dampen the mood but it was for the best; someone had to put an end to it. However, despite Gulf's reluctance, he did press his lips against Mew's, initiating a make-out session. It was slow and gentle, open-mouthed and sloppy. Mew's hands glided over Gulf's thighs and brought him closer until Gulf was able to straddle him. His hands are then reaching up his back and tangling in his hair. Gulf similarly toured Mew's body with his hands, fingertips running over his skin, over his shoulders and his neck, his hair and his cheeks. This was perfect. Just to feel each other's lips crashing together like the waves meeting the sand, to have their bodies close and their heat exchanged.