You, your cat and our best love story [MewGulf AU]

2.2 Your cat

"Do You mind if I invite You today? I know a place where coffee and tea taste even better. Only one condition: my treat, okay?"

How did you get into the 21st century, Gulf? You are awesome. Indeed.

I've never deliberately dated young boys, but I know that seeing a well-dressed and wealthy-packed man with a two-thousand-euro watch on his wrist and the keys to a business-class car in his pocket, anyone else so young — and not so young — would let me run my hand into his panties on the first date, and then, without any persuasion, I would be able to fuck his ass all night long. And all this - for the promise of some trendy gadget.

How many such disappointments have I had in my life! Especially from my peers. But I know that even if you were older than your eighteen years, as it has now turned out, I still wouldn't be able to treat you like this… Twenty-five years are between us. For someone — an enormous abyss. And I'm ready to fly into it, spreading my arms like wings. Without regretting a second of the flight.

To my shame — maybe I don't have the right to do that yet — but I've become wildly jealous of other people's looks at you, my sweet angel. I can see how adult men lick their lips, looking at your beautiful ass, seductively covered with tight jeans. For sure, they are eager to plug their dirty dicks inside… For some reason, I do not mix my secret dreams with such "dirty" thoughts. Of course, more and more often I indulge my fantasy with the idea what it would be like to kiss your plump sweet lips, what it would be like to caress every curve of your slender body... with my fingers and tongue to touch the timidly shrinking, still — I'm sure — untouched hole. And only then, if you would allow, to deprive you of your virginity, gently and as painlessly as possible, carefully and without haste preparing you for this.

Is that what I'm thinking about? You're probably too shy to masturbate if you even suspect that you can do it. So ... to put you next to me in bed — is way too much far from reality.

Dreams ... dreams… But I have not forgotten my promise to you, and I will not forget it.

"P'Mew, are You feeling all right?"

Obviously, I'm so caught up in my thoughts that you're starting to worry. Gulf ... don't be so perfect, please! It's even harder to reserve the feelings and desires!

"It's all right, Gulf, don't worry," I say, smiling as relaxed as I can. "If you like - okay, but let's get to the place in my car, I'm too tired after work, and you've also just finished your shift… And Dandelion, I think, will be much more pleased to get there in the back seat of a car, and not to be squeezed in public transport. What do you think?"

Your ginger buddy is here again. Well, I just hope he and I won't have to fight for your attention.

In the car, you don't look around the salon, your eyes don't sparkle with that greedy gleam that I've seen so many times in the eyes of others. You put your hands modestly on your lap — I barely managed to persuade you not to put the carrier on them during the journey - but you still smile shyly and blush when I fasten your seat belt myself, and my chin occasionally touches your cheek.

Oh boy... What a delicate skin you have.

"Shall we buy Dandelion something to eat?"

"I've already fed and taken him to the bathroom, so it's all right, P'Mew, thank You for Your care."

I barely miss a traffic light when I read this. Gulf, honey, I just wanted to take care of your cat. How can I offer you my own care now? It's probably funny, but I'm afraid that for any of my even micro gestures of caring, you will feel indebted to me for something… And I, by virtue of my word to you, my infinite respect for you and my own life principles, simply will not be able to take any benefit of the situation. You're not the one whose affection I want to buy.

"Gulf, you probably don't feel comfortable writing on paper all the time, do you? You can just do it on the phone - it's faster and easier, huh?"

Belatedly, a suspicion creeps into my head that maybe you're just too shy to take out your gadget in front of me, probably not of the latest model, so you think it's awkward. Yes, I could order anything for you in a minute in two clicks, and it would be delivered directly to the cafe this evening, but I know that even if I hinted at something like this, I would not see you near me again.

Never.

And I can't let that happen.

"I just like the way the paper feels. And I like to write, not to type. This way you put more of your warmth and meaning into words."

It's a good thing we're in a bit of a traffic jam right now. At least I'll take a moment to look out the window and dry the salty drops on my lashes.

In a cafe, I order the cheapest coffee — well, how can I do anything else for your money - you are almost a child... You, of course, understand everything, resentfully poking at the menu on my favorite flat white.

"I took You here so that You would know how delicious it is prepared at this place. P'Mew, please try it. I got my salary yesterday, I have money, don't worry about it."

"Gulf," I say, my heart and nerves breaking, "at least stop writing 'you' in capital letters or I'm going to die right here and now."

You stare at me with eyes that are frightened by my statement, and I hurry to calm you down:

"Oh, it's figuratively, do not take it so seriously."

You seem to be smiling. Well, thanks Heaven, it's okay.

I drink my flat white, and you drink your oolong; the cat is quiet, probably asleep. You tried to order me a pear strudel with a ball of an ice cream, but I lied about not liking sweets, so "coffee is more than enough, Gulf, thank you."

"Have You read them?"

"I haven't got to the novel yet. But I've read a few sonnets."

"Which ones did you like?"

"Which ones? Mm ... maybe 36 and 65. Yes, they are unforgettable. And, of course, your favorite 47. In general, they are all beautiful, Gulf."

I want to add, "you're more beautiful," but I'm just waiting for your reaction.

And you're embarrassed again, after a minute, handing me a piece of paper.

"Read the rest too, please."

"I will, Gulf."

"You must be having a hard time with me like this? It's not very comfortable to wait for me to scribble something on a piece of paper."

God, I'm ready to wait for this for the rest of my life, baby. Because all my life "before" I've been waiting for you, Gulf!

"It's all right, baby," the last one comes out unintentionally.

You look down, and I can barely stop myself from taking your hand and pressing my lips to it.

You let me take you home today. I park and turn off the engine.

"Thank you for a nice evening, Gulf."

You nod, head tilted slightly. And I help you to unfasten, so that my lips are on a level with yours. I bet that you're the first to pull closer to me - or is it my floating mind playing tricks on me?

Just a little more, just a little more — I can already smell the scent of that oolong left on your delicate lips…

Bang!

We both jump up and look around: Dandelion has deigned to wake up and fall to the floor right in the carrier.

What the hell?! What a sneaky cat! I wanted to feed him, but he just ruined our first kiss!

Closer to ten in the evening, I get a message from you, which I still reread eight times in the morning:

"Good night, P'Mew.
PS: You smell very nice. Coffee and books."