LIMELIGHT

13.

There was always a different kind of warmth whenever Tul is around. Sometimes it feels like the rays of the sun, sometimes it feels like the warmth of a cotton wool socks as you lay down on a soft mattress under a heavy storm: Mew can't really figure out how to describe it, all he could think of is that he can't live without that warmth.

The sound of the closing door echoed behind Mew's ear as Tul pushed him against his condo's door. Tul kissed Mew: passionate yet full of hunger.

"Mew." Tul mumbled against his lips.

Mew encircled his arms around Tul's waist, baring his heart out. It was always Tul who makes him a complete mess but it's always Tul that fix everything in just a snap.

Tul started undoing the buttons of Mew's polo, revealing the man's chiseled chest. His lips traveled from Mew's lips, to the man's neck and then to his chest. He played at it for a while before going down on his knees.

Mew, who's still intoxicated, grabbed Tul's blonde hair and gently stroked it. He is his teerak. His alone. "You're so adorable."

Tul felt the heat climbed up to his face. He looked at Mew's eyes for a second before quickly unbuckling Mew's pants, letting the jewel in between the man's legs be free. He took his tongue out and started doing his work.

Mew gave a low moan as he felt Tul's warmth slowly wrapped his manhood, going in and out slowly, almost killing him with anticipation.

Tul played with Mew's tip using his tongue, encircling on it slowly. "Teerak." Mew moaned in his husky voice as another shot of ecstasy flooded him.

Mew forcefully pulled Tul up. As the blonde got back on his feet, he switched their position, cornering Tul. He pressed his lips against his lover's, licking the drools, tasting the plump lips and feeling the warmth of his teerak's breath as it travel through his system.

He stopped as he stared at Tul's loving eyes.

"I'm sorry. I got jealous of Max." He drunkenly admitted. The smell of alcohol almost made Tul equally intoxicated.

"I know. I'm sorry." He knows but what should he do?

Mew shifted his eyes away. A couple of seconds passed but none of them broke the silence. The blonde watched Mew's eyes switch to different emotions, as if he's battling with himself inside his own mind.

Tul pulled Mew to his bedroom and pushed the man down the bed without turning the lights on. Mew gasped as Tul slowly climbed on top of his lover.

"No. Let's just continue this next time." Mew said with his hands fumbling on his unbuckled pants, quicky buttoning it close.

Tul frowned, "Aren't you neglecting my needs?" As he cupped Mew's hand that is still in front of his pants, gently massaging it up and down seductively.

Mew froze. The electricity just from Tul's touch alone is already enough to send his whole body on fire again, aching to be touched, aching to be loved, aching to feel himself inside his teerak.

"Really gonna leave me hanging in this state?" Tul asked as he pulled Mew's hand toward the bulge in his own pants, using his lover's hand to stroke his aching desire. In just a swift move Tul was able to undress himself without breaking the eye contact between him and Mew.

"You really know how to mess with me." Mew commented as his eyes roamed around every corner of Tul's beautiful physique.

The moonlight added to the city lights coming from the outside the window was able to properly illuminate Tul's flawless skin that no exquisite art can even be compared to it. Everything about his teerak is perfect.

Mew slightly moved his body closer as he slowly reached for Tul's face, caressing it and like a cat, Tul purred on the softness of his touch.

He moved his hand down to his teerak's neck, giving a gentle massage on the man's adam's apple. Tul gulped.

He then slowly dragged his hand down to Tul's chest, giving gentle flicks on each erect nipple. Tul gave a low suppressed moan. Mew smirked as he carefully note all of Tul's reaction to his touches inside his head.

As Mew's hand was done with it's teasing on Tul's aching pecks, it travelled down to the man's abdomen, teasing him more. Tul whimpered with his eyes closed and his eyebrows almost meeting each other.

"What a spoiled baby." Mew commented which made Tul look at him in disbelief.

Mew placed his hand on Tul's buttocks as he slightly tilted his head up and as if on cue, Tul bent his head down and claimed his lover's lips.

It was hot. No one can deny how gentle yet aggressive they expressed their feelings. The heat inside the room felt unending as they became engrossed with each other.

Tul moaned as Mew slowly made his way inside him, for who-knows-how-many-times-it-has-been-already. The dark sky outside is already turning gray yet they still can't get enough of each other.

It was Mew who made him feel enough. It was Mew who aspired him to achieve greater things in life. He would be lying if he says that he doesn't admire how hardworking Mew is, even before they entered the entertainment industry.

The loud entertainment industry. The noise from everyone around. The suffocating expectations of the people around with him, with Max, with Mew and all the other actors. Tul glanced at his palm as Mew stood up from the bed and went towards the kitchen to get some water. Tul looked at Mew's back. Am I being unfair to him?

He returned his eyes back on his hand. Do I really like this limelight?

Mew went back inside the bedroom and saw Tul with a hand raised in the air, "What are you doing?" He asked with a smile.

Tul slowly turned his head to face Mew, "I'm planning to quit being on the entertainment industry."