The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 28 💖

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"I'm not complaining," Gulf said, sitting up slowly, trying to gingerly move around his erection and the bruises on his hips.

"I shouldn't have, I didn't mean..." Mew wanted it to be better, but he did not know the words to say.

"I think that we shouldn't have stopped," Gulf said. "I think that you need to kiss me again."

Mew stared in horror. "I almost just raped you, Gulf..."

"Can't rape the willing, Mew..."

"I didn't do anything right this time..."

"That didn't get us too far last time if I remember..."

"We can't be together. You won't stay." Mew's voice broke.

Gulf stared at him.

"You think that I'll leave you again if we get back together?"

"It's highly probable," Mew said.

"Everything is easier the second time."

Gulf laughed.

"It will never be easier to leave you, my love."

Mew took a deep breath.

"Gulf..."

"No, it's my turn. Did you know I came looking for you two days after you left? You left nothing of me in that apartment, and you did not let me have anything to hold on to while you had disappeared off the face of the planet."

"Do you know what it was like for me to have no idea where you were? I stayed home as much as possible, listening for the fucking sound of a helicopter, praying that you would come back for me to give me just half a chance to beg you to take me back. And who the fuck finds me? Your stepbrother, who is just more than ready to rub it in my face that he is fucking you."

"I was okay with that, though, Mew, because I didn't want you to be alone. I wanted someone to take care of you, and if it had to be that big blond prick then I was going to let him do it. I will hate him for taking what is mine for the rest of my life, Mew, and there's a part of me that hates you for giving it to him so readily when I had to earn my way, fighting and scrapping and screaming, for the least bit of your affection." 

"Do you know how desperate I was for the least little bit of you? I watched the news, bought Forbes magazine, searched the Internet... you are the hardest fucking person on the planet to find, Mew."

"I was scared to find a private investigator because I didn't know what your real job was. Now I am glad that I did not know because it would have scared the shit out of me that you were around those types of people and I didn't have your back. What if one of their girlfriends looked at you wrong? Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are? Girls would fling their panties at you regardless of the possibility of you getting shot for it..." Gulf took a breath.

He looked up into Mew's eyes. "You need me to protect you from them. I need you to breathe. I think it's a fair trade-off, and I think you need to keep me with you regardless of how you feel about tonight."

Mew did not say anything. He stared at Gulf for the longest time, and then he left the kitchen.

Gulf sat staring at the sink, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. Gulf walked back up to his room, and he took a quick shower to rub out what Mew had filled his dick with. He fell on the bed, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep before the day started in full swing.

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He woke up and was pleasantly surprised to find that he had slept until 8:30 in the morning.

He wandered down to the kitchen again, this time to the smell of eggs and sausage. Saint and Perth were feeding each other breakfast and being disgustingly cute. Gulf dished himself up a plate from the serving dishes and sat down with them.

Mew wandered in too, bleary-eyed and yawning. Gulf thought he was the cutest thing that he had ever seen, and he prepared himself to be repulsed by Alexander's Norse beauty, but he became confused when he never showed up.

"Is Alexander not eating with us this morning?" Gulf asked.

"He's gone," Mew said simply.

Perth looked up, his pretty blond hair sparkling in the morning sun. "What? Where to? When?"

"He left sometime when I was gone yesterday. He said he might come back in four weeks," Mew said, not making eye contact with anyone.

"Where did he go?" Saint asked, surprised as anyone else at the table.

"He wouldn't tell me," Mew said, without a hint of emotion to indicate how he felt about the situation.

"Are you okay?" Perth demanded to know.

"I'm fine, Phi," Mew said, slipping into Thai so that he would back off.

"Why..." Perth tried to ask again, but Saint put a hand on his hand and shook his head. They would talk about it with Mew later because Saint could tell by Mew's pure lack of emotion that he was uncomfortable with the subject for one reason or another.

Gulf stared across the table in disbelief at Mew. Alexander had just upped and left, and Mew knew that when he attacked Gulf last night? What did it mean? Should Gulf not have said all that stuff? Maybe if Gulf had kept quiet, he would have woken up in Mew's arms this morning.

Mew ate his food and then he rinsed his dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. He then left the room, and Gulf and Saint and Perth all started talking to each other quickly.

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