The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 14 💖

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Russia was not as cold as everyone said it was, as Gulf discovered. Even though he could not speak Russian at all, lots of people were willing to help him once he flashed them a smile and said a few words in his slow Southern drawl. He flashed around the credit card Mew had put in his name, and for the first time in his life, he had the money to care about what his clothing looked like.

After his first shopping spree, Mew frowned. "Why didn't you buy more? You are supposed to make me look successful and you only spent five hundred dollars? No one will trust my word if I'm cheap with my lover."

So, Gulf was at the jewelry store on his second day. Mew made him promise to buy a ring for every finger and to make at least two of them have diamonds. Russia was the country to buy diamonds in, apparently.

Gulf was wavering over three rings with diamonds in them. He really liked all three of them, but he could not concentrate on deciding because his mind kept flashing between two memories.

"Can't decide which one?" Mew's deep voice came behind Gulf, startling him out of his reverie as he stared at the three rings.

"What? Oh, no..."

"We'd like all three, please," Mew said, and then he repeated himself in Russian. The salesgirl busied herself with wrapping the rings up and punching the buttons on the register, but she kept sneaking sideways glances at Mew and Gulf.

Mew wrapped his large hand around Gulf's hipbone, and Gulf felt it all the way to the tip of his dick. He kissed Gulf's temple, "I told you to buy anything you wanted, didn't I, baby?"

Gulf blushed. "I didn't want to spend too much..."

"This is nothing," Mew reminded him. He put his hand under Gulf's chin and then lifted his lips up for a quick kiss before he took the white bag from the saleslady and walked out into Moscow with $27,000 worth of jewelry in his hand like it was nothing.

Gulf could not believe what he was doing. He slid his fingers between Mew's own, interlacing them in a kind of fingerstyle that had Mew glancing down at him, one of his eyebrows raised. It was sexy, and Gulf just gave Mew an impish grin that had Mew clearing his throat and looking away from him.

From then on, it became a kind of challenge to Gulf. Walking through the streets of Moscow, Gulf took every opportunity to slide his thigh against Mew's, he kept a tight hold on Mew's hand and dragged it over his nipples as he pointed at something, he breathed on Mew's shoulder when he looked over to talk to him, he let himself get caught staring at Mew's lips, he made just enough of a show of bending over a counter filled with MP3 players and iPods that when he turned to look over his shoulder at Mew casually, he grinned to catch Mew staring at his ass.

The walk back to the hotel got more and more awkward, and Gulf wondered what kind of consequences he was going to have to pay for all the teasing that he had been doing. He was a little scared that Mew would freak out on him for being such a hooker, but at the same time, he wondered if Mew hadn't liked it enough to keep it up when they were behind closed doors.

Gulf pulled his hand out of Mew's because the palm of it had started sweating so badly. It wasn't something that he intentionally did, but the tension between him and Mew rose indefinitely as they entered the elevator together.

They kept looking anywhere but at each other, and then their eyes would meet in the mirrored wall of the elevator or when they looked at each other accidentally. Gulf tried to look somewhere that wasn't Mew, but then he would get a glimpse of his ass in the mirror or he would make eye contact or he would look in the mirror at the same Mew was... Gulf wondered if the elevator was even going anywhere because it didn't feel like it was and that was when he realized that they were stuck between the second and third floor on their way to the fifth, and they had been for five minutes.