The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 13 💖

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"We need to talk," Mew said, letting himself into his brother's apartment. He had been sitting on the couch with a romance novel, but he put it aside and turned at him so that he could listen to his little brother.

"What's the matter, Mew?" he asked, concerned that something had happened.

"Gulf kissed me, and then he was moody afterward. I don't know why," Mew said.

"Gulf kissed you? Like, kiss kissed you? With a tongue?" Perth asked, shocked.

"Yeah, with a tongue. It was fucking amazing. Why was he moody if it was a good kiss?"

Perth thought about it quickly. Did Gulf like his brother? But didn't his brother like Saint? "You thought it was a good kiss?" Did gay boys just kiss any boy and it was okay? He had higher hopes for gay boys.

"It was an excellent kiss. I do not have any others to compare it to, but I enjoyed it very much. Why was he moody afterward?"

"I don't know, Mew. You should have asked him," Perth said.

"I couldn't think," Mew confessed. "All the blood in my head went south..."

"I don't want to know," Perth insisted. "Go call Gulf and find out why he was moody. Or I can do it for you..."

Mew glared at his brother. There was no telling what he might do if he let him. "I'll take care of it, don't you worry," Mew said.

Perth got out a Tupperware container filled with nacho fixings and sent Mew to his apartment after giving him a bro hug.

Mew sat in his formerly all-white apartment, staring at the walls. He should call Gulf, he decided. He should find out why he was moody. He stared at the phone for a few minutes before he picked it up and took a deep breath. He hit the button that he had already programmed to be Gulf's number and then waited for it to ring. And it rang. And it rang. Gulf did not answer.

Mew sighed as he put the phone down. Maybe he had really pissed Gulf off?

Mew's phone rang.

"Sorry I missed your call," Gulf said on the other line. "What's up?"

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Gulf had been just pulling into the carport at Saint's house when Mew had called him. He had the phone on silent after his job with Mew, so he checked it just in time to see the last few rings from Mew's call.

Gulf immediately called Mew back, thinking that he wanted to ask him maybe possibly out on a date after their amazing kiss. He was walking on clouds onto the hardwood floors of Saint's house. "Sorry I missed your call. What's up?" Gulf had asked.

"I um... are you busy?" Mew stuttered.

Gulf was shocked that Mew stuttered. "No man, I was just about to take a shower and go to bed."

"I can let you go..."

"What's up, Mew? Why'd you call me?"

"I um... Look, I don't want you to think that I'm obsessing or anything, because it was no big deal, I'm simply confused about why you were moody tonight. I want to make sure that it doesn't affect our business relationship..."

"Our business relationship?" Gulf asked, feeling his heart sink. Was their kiss not as amazing to Mew as he had thought it was? Was Gulf the only one feeling this way? Mew must not want him to read too much into what had happened between them if he was calling to make sure that Gulf was okay. "Dude, I kiss people all the time. It's no big deal," Gulf lied.

"Oh," Mew said. Was that disappointment in Mew's voice that he was hearing? "So why were you moody then? Was it because I'm your boss and I shouldn't have touched you?"

"I think that I touched you, boss," Gulf said. He might as well be honest about that part of it, at least.

"Oh. It must be because I'm not very good at... touching."

"I think that we established that I like the way that you... touch, boss," Gulf said, throwing his body down on his hammock and covering his eyes with the inside of his elbow. "I was just moody because I liked it too much, okay?"

Mew was quiet for such a long time that Gulf was uncomfortable. "I said that I understood what you were talking about, but I lied. I couldn't think because I liked the way that you... touched, too."

The conversation was beginning to not make any sense. Gulf kind of liked it, though. He tried to decide if he was going to let the conversation go to another place or not. "So we like the way that each other touches?"

"It seems to be that way," Mew agreed.

"What are we going to do about that, then?" Gulf asked.

"Do?" Mew asked. "Do we have to do something about it?"

"No, not if you don't want to," Gulf shrugged his shoulders. He let it be quiet for a minute on the other end of the line.

"I think that we should just... whenever we feel like it... you know... touch," the word was starting to sound stupid now. Like, it was losing meaning, but saying 'kiss' was too hard.

"Okay, just whenever we feel like it, then," Gulf agreed. "Sounds fair to me, plus, it'll help us do our job, right?"

"Yeah, our job," Mew agreed, and he hoped he did not sound as disappointed as he felt. These conversations were only serving to prove that he did not mean as much to Gulf as Gulf meant to him. Well, he had money, and money would keep Gulf close. He was sure of that. He was just going to have to spend a lot of it so Gulf would want more.

Everyone wanted money, right? His mom, his dad, Perth's mom... he was never sure about Perth's dad, but since he had more of it than anyone else, he had ever heard of he assumed that he wanted money. Everyone could be bought, and if that were the only way to keep Gulf...

He kind of wished that Gulf wanted him just for being Mew, though. He should not bitch, he told himself. He was given the gift of having Gulf, even if it was only in the capacity of a business partner. It could always be worse; Gulf might have been pissed when Mew had said that they should touch.

"Okay then, I'll see you at the airport when we go to Russia?" Gulf asked.

"See you then," Mew said, wishing that it were not a week away.

Gulf hung up the phone with Mew, a little ashamed of his cowardice. He had almost admitted to wanting Mew more than just kissing, but he could not take that last step. The next time they were alone together, Gulf promised himself.

That just happened to be on the plane to Russia. Gulf was nervous, and he was sweating because he was just finding out that airplanes made him sick. Mew was fussing over him in first class, and then finally someone passed them back some Dramamine. That knocked Gulf out so hard that he did not wake up until they were at an airport in Paris, and then Mew drugged him again and he was asleep until they hit Moscow.

Gulf vaguely recalled getting out of the airport and through customs, and then he fell asleep in the car that came to pick them up, and then he fell asleep in the hotel room.

He was aware that there was only one bed, and he felt Mew crawl in next to him, still fully clothed. Gulf turned over and then curled into Mew's side, and he was asleep again before Mew could say anything about it.

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