The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 8 💖

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Gulf decided they were probably like best friends, and Perth liked Saint and Mew together, too, which is why he was so supportive of Gulf's working with him. They just wanted Saint out of danger. It was fine with him, it wouldn't be the first time someone used him and it probably wouldn't be the last; he was pretty sure that no other time in his life were people going to be so honest about it and pay him as well.

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter and jokes, and Gulf thought he had probably never had such a good time in his entire life just sitting and eating a meal with someone before. Except for that one time with Mew, but Gulf was not going to think about that again. The evening had been delightful, and Gulf had a blast.

He helped Perth clean up as Saint fixed one of the light fixtures in his bathroom. He noticed that Perth was scooping the rest of the spaghetti into two separate Tupperware tubs, one that was a lot smaller than the other.

"Why two?" Gulf asked, kind of thinking that he knew the answer to that.

"Mew lives in the apartment above mine," Perth said casually, looking out the side of his eye at Gulf, who did not notice. "He's probably getting home about now, and he'll want his food in about an hour, and then he'll come downstairs looking for me to feed him..."

"I can take it to him," Gulf offered, trying to sound nonchalant. "While Saint is fixing your light, I can take this up to Mew."

"Call him Tharn," Perth said with a straight face. "He likes that."

"Tharn?" Gulf asked.

"Yeah, he also likes sweet cheeks," Perth said, keeping his face serious.

"Are you sure?" Gulf asked. He was not going to call Mew any of that.

"It makes him blush. He'll probably extend your contract just to keep your silence about the entire thing," Perth said. "You should pinch his ass when you do it, too. I do it all the time; it lets him know who's in charge."

"He's my boss," Gulf said.

"Oh yeah. Well, don't let a little thing like that stop you," Perth said, waving his hand up in the air like he was batting away dandelion seeds.

"You must be plumb out your mind," Gulf said.

"You know, Tharn says that to me all the time, too! You two are so alike!" Perth wondered if he were not pouring it on a little thick, but then Gulf snorted.

"Whatever man let me take the spaghetti to him. He must starve by the time your random tangents get around to a point," Gulf teased him.

"Yeah," Perth said, his voice darkening, "you two are so alike."

Gulf walked out of the apartment; hands gripped firmly on the Tupperware container.

"Stupid boys," Perth muttered.

"We're not all stupid," Saint said, leaning up against the doorway.

"Oh, you're not stupid," Perth said, "My brother is an idiot, though."

"I'm going to say that his bank account argues against that particular theory," Saint said, putting Perth's hammer and wrench back into the case that he pulled them out of. "Your light is fixed."

Perth was irritated that Saint said good things about his brother. He always said positive things about his brother, and it bothered him. Perth didn't know why, it just did. "My brother is a dumbass," Perth insisted, plopping down on his couch. He pulled Netflix up on his TV and chose a movie, ignoring Saint as he sat down on the couch next to Perth.

"Pretty Woman?" Saint asked. "I never got this movie."

"Why not?" Perth asked.

"I wouldn't want a hooker to be my girlfriend," Saint shrugged.

"You think girls should be virgins?" Perth asked.

"No, I just think that I should have more experience than my girlfriend. Or boyfriend" Saint smiled at Perth.

Perth snorted, "That shouldn't be hard," he said. "You've got more experience than Julia Roberts's hooker character."

"You might be surprised," Saint said.

"What, you're a virgin?" Perth asked, a little surprised.

Saint gave him a disappointed look.

"Okay, so how many people have you had sex with?" he asked.

"Why do you want to know?" Saint asked.

"I'm just curious," Perth shrugged. "You don't have to tell me."

"I know I don't, which is why I want to know why you want to know," Saint made a face at him.

"Maybe I can learn something for my next boyfriend or girlfriend using your experience," Perth said, sitting cross-legged and facing Saint. "Teach me, Kemosabe," he said in a fake deep voice.

Saint scowled. "Now you got me feeling like a whore."

"Because you are one," Perth said, plopping back into his couch cushions. He reached for the bowl of jellybeans that he left sitting on his coffee table, taking a handful before passing the bowl to Saint.

"My feelings are hurt, Perth," Saint said. He stole the remote control while Perth wasn't looking.

"Sure, they are," Perth replied.

"No really..." Saint said over his sputtering protests as he changed the movie to G.I. Joe instead of Pretty Woman, "I'm an overly sensitive man," he said seconds before Perth hit him with the couch cushion.

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