The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 27 💖

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A note.

He had found it lying on the bed when he got home. Mew had desperately needed to talk to Alexander, needed reassurance that he was making the right decision, needed to see his golden hair and his blue eyes, and he had, instead found a note.

Mew,

I am in the way. You need to figure this stuff out with Gulf, and I do not want to see you again until you do. I am giving you four weeks, and then I will contact Perth for an update. This is me, being a good man. I want you to love me, but I do not think that you can while you are still confused about Gulf. 

If you can get your heart straight, come back. If you cannot figure it out, then I will stay away longer. If Gulf is the one you want, fuck you. I am a jealous man, Mew, and I do not want to be your consolation prize because that kid made a mistake with you. I do not want to see 'what if's' in your eyes when you look at me. 

I want there to be only one person in your heart, and I want that person to be me. If it is not possible, then I need to work on getting over you and staying next to you is not going to do it.

I am modeling in... I do not want to tell you where I am. I have a job for four weeks. That is all you need to know. Fix your shit with Gulf or get him out of your heart and out of our house. If you get back together with him... do not do it in my bed. I cannot handle that.

And Alexander did not sign his name or anything. That was it. It was written in blue ink and on nice parchment paper, and Mew held it crumbled to his chest as he cried. He knew why Alexander was doing this in his head, but his heart only recognized that Alexander had left him.

Things were not perfect with him, but damn did he have to leave? Especially when Mew was this torn? They could have made things work if he could have just stuck it out with Mew, but he was gone and there was no way to get him to come back.

Mew lay awake in his bed all night by himself. What else was he supposed to do? Sleep never treated him kindly, except for those few times he had been in bed with Gulf, but that did not count anyway. Because he said so. Mew sighed. He needed to deal with this Gulf thing, and if he couldn't deal with it, he was going to have to get another fake lover because being next to him...

He remembered the feeling of Gulf's body sliding up his, nestling Mew's cock right between his cheeks at work that day. Mew had thought he had exhibited superhuman amounts of self-control by not reacting, and then he realized that he was gripping Gulf's hips like a fat man with a piece of cake. And then Gulf had fucking run his tongue up Mew's throat, breathing on his saliva dampened skin and then placing fucking kisses on that area.

Mew had to pull his dick out of his pants at that memory. It had been too fucking good, and Mew had started conjugating Thai verbs to keep himself from thrusting his hips up so that he could grind his rock-hard shaft up into Gulf. He had to keep himself from raping Gulf's mouth with his own and he had wanted the other man so fucking badly he was about to push him over the God damn table and fuck him in front of all those chaos. 

He had to treat him coldly in the helicopter even though his original plan had been to re-establish their working relationship, and the entire time he had thought about commanding Gulf to get on his fucking knees and suck his cock. He thought about thrusting harshly between those butterfly lips, and as that thought got stuck in his mind he fisted his desire and took a couple of punishing dry pulls off of it.