I Want You To Be My Last

Part 30 : Secret's out

"Fuck, I can't believe we did that again," he mumbled, too sated to move and simply let P'Mew dote on him the only way he knew how. He couldn't be bothered to open his eyes to check what the older man was doing, and simply laid back on the bed with a satisfied hum as P'Mew cleaned him up.

The comforter was thrown over him from the waist down - he couldn't be bothered to move and put his borrowed sweat pants back on, obviously, P'Mew didn't feel the need to, either - and he popped his eyes open to the sight of P'Mew settling beside him on the bed next. The smile the older man was sporting was smug if not content, and Gulf would have scoffed at P'Mew if he wasn't feeling so smug himself.

He sidled closer when P'Mew's fingers found their way to his nape, scratching lightly at the skin there before moving it to his cheek to keep him in place. God, he would give everything to wake up like this every morning, with P'Mew's body close to his and their combined warmth clinging to his skin.

"Are you going back to sleep now? Nong?" P'Mew whispered, voice so close and his breath tickling Gulf's ear in the process.

"Yes. Please go away." he grumbled, half-hearted at best because then he was shifting on his side and tugging P'Mew's arm around his waist to keep him close, in contrast to his words. P'Mew chuckled as if he couldn't help it, pressing soft kisses to his temple, his brow, his ear. He hummed in answer, hiding his smile against P'Mew's shoulder.

"Hmm, you're right. Might as well get up so I could cook us breakfast."

He wouldn't exactly say no to that, but - "Do you have to?" he asked anyway, pushing himself closer to P'Mew. P'Mew's hand drifted to his hip and kneaded the soft flesh with ease. He hummed, liking this closeness more than he'd dared to admit.

"I mean, I remember you saying it's your day off as well. Why don't we ditch breakfast and sleep some more?" he proposed, already liking the idea even though he wasn't certain if P'Mew would agree to spending a little bit more time in bed, but there was no harm in trying.

P'Mew laughed in answer, soft and melodic and so damn sexy. He swore the sound was addictive, not that he would be caught admitting it. He wasn't that stupid.

At least not yet.

"Well, that's fine too, but I thought we could spend the day doing something else instead of staying in bed. I mean, I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but being in bed with you," P'Mew paused here as he worked the hand previously on Gulf's hip to one of his buttcheeks for a quick squeeze. "I swear sleeping is the last thing I'd rather do, Gulf."

The action prompted him to unbury his face from P'Mew's neck, P'Mew groaning in pain the moment later when he accidentally bumped his head against P'Mew's chin.

"Owww,"

"Shit, Phi, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, quickly inspecting the spot on the older man's chin he might have hit, rubbing it gently. P'Mew hummed and reached out to grab his wrist, gently.

When he looked up, he realized the bastard was grinning. He harrumphed and swatted P'Mew's hand away, pouting. "Jeez, I thought I'd really hurt you." he said.

P'Mew chuckled, but it sounded different somehow. A quick look at the older man's face confirmed this. He was smiling, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "It hurts a little, yes," P'Mew started, fingers on his cheek once again. "But this doesn't compare to the pain I felt when I thought I'd lost you." breathed the older man, and there was this honesty in his smile that mirrored what was in his eyes.

The confession was so unexpected he knew he was blushing before he found the brain to counter that. His chest expanded painfully on a breath, his pulse racing and the warmth on his face made its way quickly to his ears. He reached up to wrap his fingers around P'Mew's wrist and leaned into his palm cupping his cheek, breathing slowly, carefully.