The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 17 💖

^Pc to the rightful owner

Sry people! Wattpad didn't let me publish my draft for an hour already. So expect a long chap now!

Mew woke to the feel of something wet licking across his back. He wasn't sure what it was, and he looked into the mirror next to the bed to find Gulf sprawled on his stomach, holding a paintbrush and a tube of green paint, biting his tongue as the paintbrush licked along his scarred back.

"What are you doing?" Mew asked, curiosity stronger than anger that usually happened whenever someone stared at his back.

"Painting," Gulf said, dipping his paintbrush into some white paint that Mew then saw sat on a paper plate on the bed next to him. There was also a dab of yellow, and all of the combinations of colors between green and yellow and white that Gulf had mixed.

"On my back?" Mew asked, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

"Yeah," Gulf said, scowling at something he had just done and then dipping his brush into the edge of the white blot of paint.

"You know, my back doesn't make a good canvas..."

"Sure it does. Quit moving," Gulf said.

"I have to pee," Mew protested.

"Hold it. This is a work of art," Gulf told him with a smile, and Mew lay in misery while Gulf swirled the wet brush across his suddenly incredibly sensitive back.

On top of having to pee, he was also getting an erection. "Gulf, this is not..."

"Shhh..." Gulf shushed him. "I'm almost done..."

Mew buried his face in his pillow and tried not to think about the fact that Gulf was in bed with him for the fifth time and he still hadn't fucked that delectable body, or even done much more to him than kiss him and lust after him. He wondered if Gulf really liked him that way, or if he just really cared about him as a person. Mew was tempted to just turn over and let Gulf paint his dick so that he got the idea of what he was doing to him, but the thought of the wet brush bristles swiping against the sensitive skin on his penis was enough to make him want to grind his hips into the sheets. To distract himself, he bitched. "Gulf, I really gotta pee."

"Fine, baby," Gulf made a face at him. It was cute and adorable and Mew wanted to lick it off of him.

Mew got up and rushed to the bathroom, praying that he wouldn't pee all over the walls with his erection. That would be embarrassing so he tried to relax, and then he saw his back in the mirror.

He tried not to gasp in shocked pleasure, but it was pointless. Gulf had turned his ugly scars into a bamboo forest, bright with growing things and hope and simplicity. He was tempted to go get it tattooed on his back so that no one would ever see the scars that Gulf had incorporated right into the picture.

Gulf stood at the bathroom doorway, watching Mew stare into the mirror with something like pleasure on his face. He was standing naked, holding his dick, still not peeing, and Gulf loved the way the pale greens and yellows and highlights stood complementing his pale skin. He wondered how often Mew stared at his back in the mirror with a frown on his face, hating the way that his skin looked. He wanted to know if Mew liked him a little more for painting on his back.

Mew caught Gulf's eyes in the mirror, and he blushed at being caught staring at himself when he was naked. He figured that Gulf knew that he was only admiring the artwork on his back, but he slightly wondered if Gulf wasn't going to call him a perv for sleeping next to him naked last night.

He couldn't help himself, though. It had gotten so hot in the hotel, and it didn't seem like Gulf was awake enough to notice, and he had meant to wake up and slide his sleeping pants on before Gulf woke up... but things just happened.