The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 30 💖

^PC to the rightful owner...

!Warning: Mature Scene!

Gulf came in and sat on Mew's bed quietly. "Hey," he whispered like Mew was a wild animal.

Mew looked around guiltily, glad that he had changed the bed as soon as Alexander had left. He was not sure that he was going to be with Gulf again, but he did not want to take the chance of hurting Alexander, who had really only been nice to him for the most part.

Gulf started wiping at Mew's face with a handkerchief that had been dipped in turpentine. "I painted on you with oils," Gulf explained, wincing as Mew's nose and eyes started running with the strong odor of the chemicals. "But your tears are making the paint run... I should not have done that to you. I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist temptation."

Mew stared at Gulf, trying to figure out what to say to this man, exactly. "You and I can't be together," he started to say.

"Shhh..." Gulf told him. "We're not going to talk about being together right now..."

"You don't know our family's full history, Gulf. You aren't going to want me, and I can't make myself tell you because I can't deal with you hating me for it..."

"Fine," Gulf said, still talking in a soft voice. "Then I don't need to know. It is our history, not our future, not our present. I need your arms more than I need my roots..."

"Gulf," Mew whispered, "it's really not that simple..."

"I don't care," Gulf said, dragging Mew to his bathroom so that he could wash the turpentine off his face. "I only want you. I love you."

Mew stayed silent, staring at Gulf as he carefully washed Mew's face. Gulf was so beautiful, so serene as he stood in front of him. "What was it like?" Mew found himself asking.

"What was what like?" Gulf tried to clarify, putting moisturizer on Mew's face in a mixed effort to keep his skin from reacting to the turpentine and to keep touching him.

"Growing up alone, what's it like?"

Gulf shrugged. "I never had an ally. There were kids who at least had a brother or sister, but I never did. You make alliances, you know certain kids and you know how they're going to react when they're alone with you. Sometimes you get a foster parent who is really concerned about the kids, sometimes you get a foster parent where allies are necessary. Sometimes your allies have enemies and then you have to be enemies with someone..."

"Sounds like a lot of politics," Mew said.

"Life is politics, Mew. People who can't see that usually are the ones that get beat the worst."

Mew stared into Gulf's eyes.

Gulf was only touching Mew's skin, marveling at the texture and at the liberty Mew was giving him in doing this. There was no more paint to rub off, no more turpentine to get out of his skin, he didn't need to put in more moisturizer, so he took advantage of Mew's state of confusion to simply touch him.

"My family took your family away from you," Mew said, reaching up to caress Gulf's cheek.

"I don't think so," Gulf said, "I was in foster care in America before my dad got shot..."

"Not exactly," Mew said. "My family sent you over here by yourself and then my dad shot your dad."

Gulf paused. "It doesn't matter. It is our past. Don't use our past as currency to buy away our future."

"Gulf, that isn't what I'm doing. There are things you need to know..."

"I don't want to know anything," Gulf said.