It's Just You And Me

Chapter 13

Smut Warning...again
The following day is a day of complete and utter rest. The holiday had never been about sightseeing or doing everything they humanly could, it was about recharging, spending time together and getting a deeper understanding of one another outside of their usual busy lives. They had woken up late, Gulf waking first to the sound of the waves and Mew's heavy breathing. He had snuggled back into Mew's body, refusing to get up until Mew was awake. And once the other eventually woke up, they simply lay in bed, hugging, until their bladders couldn't take it anymore. They make it down the stairs and just as they're getting breakfast sorted, the sky decides to absolutely chuck it down. Rain pounds against the glass windows, completely distorting the picture of the beach. They both watch from the dining table. It's admittedly quite nice; the sound of the rain against the walls of the cottage and the distant sound of aggressive waves.

Mew had excitedly lit the fire once again, sitting on the couch and waiting for Gulf to join him. As soon as the younger sat down, Mew was throwing the blanket over them both and slinging an arm over his shoulders. It was rather cute. Gulf couldn't help but laugh as he leant into Mew's body, accepting the fact that he'd be stuck like this until Mew moved. They ended up watching what felt like a dozen films. Adding their commentary along the way and getting through the last of their snacks.

Towards the evening, the sun had begun to shine through the grey clouds, casting shades of yellow and orange over the cottage. The rain continued to hammer against the windows, the sound had become a distant hum now. Gulf was the first to suddenly stand, looking back at Mew with a smirk as he headed up the stairs. Mew immediately followed him, chasing him up the stairs, slapping his ass in the process - he couldn't resist, the way it moved as he climbed the stairs, Gulf's ass was practically yelling Mew's name. As they make it into the bedroom, Gulf's heading over to the far end of the room where the floor to ceiling window revealed the oceanic image. Mew reached forward, grabbing Gulf by the hips and crashing their lips together. Their kiss is filled with passion and desire. It's short lived as Mew instantly goes to remove Gulf's clothes and turns him to face the window. They're giggling and snickering the entire time, only adding to the excitement of what was about to happen. His body is pressed against the glass, the coolness shocking his body, his cheek is squished against the glass as he turns his face, half watching Mew and half watching the way his breath fogged up the glass. Mew then adds to the clothing pile on the floor, stripping entirely and pressing his body against Gulf's. His skin is hot on Gulf's back, he can feel Mew's dick against his ass and his lips as he lands kisses down Gulf's neck. His hands are all over him, Gulf feels them everywhere; on his chest as he pulls his body away from the window, forcing Gulf to bend over, on his back as he presses his palms into his skin, over his thighs as he spreads Gulf's legs, on his ass as he fondles each globe, digging his nails into his skin. Gulf's hands are pressed firmly against the window, he watches the outside through the rain-stained glass. The beach was empty, it looked almost deserted. The harbour wasn't populated like it had been the day before, the small boats rocked back and forward with the waves. The nearby trees sway with the wind and it's strangely peaceful. Gulf's pulled out of his dream-like state when Mew pushes a finger into his body. Gulf can't stop the noise escaping his mouth - a gasp of surprise followed by pleasure as Mew pushes his finger further in. Moving in and out easily - he must have used lube or spit or something, Gulf hadn't really been paying attention - before adding a second finger. He's immediately scissoring him open, impatiently stretching him and Gulf whines at the movement.
"Please, Mew." Gulf looks back at him, desperation in his eyes. Mew catches the glance and without responding, removes his fingers, bringing the same hand closer to his face where he spits - maintaining eye contact with Gulf - into his hand and rubs his own saliva over his cock. Wasting no time, Mew lines himself up and as he pushes in, his hands move to Gulf's hips. He begins slow, just like he usually did, building up a rhythm that Gulf moved in time with.

Until Mew couldn't take it any longer, he's pushing Gulf's entire body against the pane of glass, his dick wedged between the coolness of the window and his hot stomach. His arms are up either side of him, his hands flat, his cheek pressed firmly into the glass. Mew continues to fuck him from behind, fucking him raw and fast. It arguably wasn't the best angle - Mew was having to direct his hips upwards but he didn't care. He was chasing the feeling like a fox chasing a rabbit. He was too close. Gulf's mouth hung open, his moans freely leaving his lips. He was loud, much louder now that Mew was moaning in his ear. His breath hot against his skin, his kisses felt like they burned. Mew's hands continued to explore, focusing on his hips and his arms as he locked his fingers with Gulf's.
"I'm close, Gulf." Mew warns in his ear.
"Me too," he replies, landing their lips together in a messy kiss. "I want to see you, let me see you," Gulf mutters, his breath fogging up the window. Mew pulls out then, he itches for release but he listens to Gulf's wants. Turning him around and picking him up by his under thighs. Gulf instinctively wraps his legs around Mew's waist and his arms slip behind his neck. Fingers are then tangled into dark hair as Gulf pulls Mew in for a kiss. A brief intermission before Mew slides his cock back into Gulf's body. He begins to fuck him all over again. Gulf's back presses against the window, his dick now between both their stomachs, precum leaking onto their bodies.

It doesn't take long from there for Mew to cum. He releases in Gulf with a loud and gravelly moan. Gulf can feel the heat of the liquid fill him up, along with Mew's dick that isn't removed until Gulf finishes. His nails digging into Mew's shoulders, gripping onto him as if Gulf was about to ascend to heaven. Spews of cum land on his and Mew's stomach. It was a mess but it felt so fucking good. Mew pulls out of him then, catching Gulf as he stumbles forward. They find each other's eyes, Gulf's tired and after-sex expression and Mew's equally tired and satisfied look. Gulf can barely feel anything and for a moment, he wonders if Mew's dick had actually killed him - it wouldn't surprise him. They're then heading into the bathroom, cleaning themselves up andany weird smears left on the window.

"Well that was fun," Gulf says as they head down the stairs and into the kitchen, deciding they were both hungry after all that exercise.
"That was. You felt so good, baby." Mew looks at him with adoration. Gulf can feel the heat rise to his cheeks and his ears. He wasn't sure if it was the compliment or the pet name that tinged his skin pink. Gulf wanted to say something back, something that would make Mew blush but he couldn't think of anything; the man had no shame. Although as they're attempting to make something for dinner, Gulf leans into Mew's space, pressing his lips against Mew's ear and whispering:
"You fuck me so well." Mew gives him a look that's a mixture of surprise and 'wow, you want to go there?' He reaches behind Gulf, grabbing his ass firmly and giving him an evil smirk. Gulf doesn't budge, trying to maintain his cool look. They get back to making dinner and are soon enough sitting at the dining table, watching the land outside.