The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 35 💖

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Whyyy just why r they so cuteee???

Mew almost ran straight into Sam on his way out of Mr. Kanawut's office.

He had been negotiating a price of sale for some weapons for the Thailand police department, as Mr. Kanawut had been given permission from the Thailand government because they thought that they would get a better deal with Mew dealing with a relative. They were not wrong, Mew thought with an ironic smile as he shook Mr. Kanawut's hand. Mew was only making 15% profit on that sale when he usually made upwards of 65%. He had made Mr. Kanawut swear that the price was not going to be advertised to any other country, even England, because it might hurt his business.

Sam studied the taller man that he had been trying to spy on. Gulf had slept in, leaving Sam and Ann downstairs by themselves for breakfast. Mew knew that there was no way he could have heard what they were talking about, so he looked down at Sam condescendingly, eyebrow raised.

"So I thought that you and Gulf would like to come to see my band practice," Sam said.

Mew waited, just because he was having fun messing with Sam.

"So I wanted to know if you and Gulf wanted to come?" Sam stuttered a little when he asked.

"Sure, that sounds like super fun, Sam," Mew said, his voice giving no indication of how he was truly feeling.

Sam was an idol, he wasn't used to being made fun of. He stuttered a bit more and then he wandered off to the kitchen.

Mew slipped back up to the room that he was sharing with Gulf, smiling to find his lover still sleeping. He had gone down on him after their torture session last night, and he was probably still worn out a little.

Mew cuddled up behind him, kissing his neck and sweeping his hair back from his face. He was adorable when he was all sleepy like this, and it squeezed Mew's heart a little to see him.

Gulf stretched back into Mew's arms, his ass brushing against his dick which responded with interest. Mew would never stop being fascinated with Gulf's body.

"Baby," Mew said softly, "Time to get up. We have things to do today, family bonding, and whatnot."

Gulf arched his spine all sexy like into Mew's chest. "Don't wanna wake up."

"You're about to get molested if you keep this up, Gulf," Mew warned him.

"Mmm... but I like it when you molest me," Gulf said, turning over to hitch his leg up around Mew's hip and taking a long, slow grind against his lover's body. He kissed Mew's neck, dragging his fingers down the back of Mew's head, down his neck, tracing the graceful curve of his shoulders and back and finally settling on grabbing a handful of ass so that he could hold on as he grinded against the other man.

"Fuck baby, we have to get downstairs," Mew said, kissing the top of Gulf's head. He stood up with Gulf clinging onto him like a monkey. "Didn't I take care of you enough last night?"

"I'm just gonna keep getting worse until you fuck me, baby," Gulf threatened. "You'd better be making plans in that direction before you drive me insane, and I'm forced to take matters into my own hands."

"I like it when you take matters in your own hands, though," Mew teased, walking Gulf over to the bathroom.

Gulf pouted as Mew sat him down on the bathroom counter, fixed his toothbrush, and then he took his shower by himself.

"Sam wants us to go with him to his boy band practice," Mew said. "Did you want to go?"

"He is my brother, so we probably should. Are we going to be safe?"

Mew wished that Gulf did not have to think about that, but it was a reality. "Yes, if you stick with me, we'll be safe. The Thai government has given me a few special licenses, on account of my job and the fact that I'm supplying their police force with their weapons now thanks to your grandfather... cagey old bastard."

Gulf laughed during his turn in the shower, "Did he get a good deal out of you?"

"Well, he isn't going to be paying for our kids' college, if that's the question you're asking."

"Ouch, that's tough, Mew. How many kids are we going to have?"

"I want three. Can we have three?" Mew asked, pulling a naked and wet Gulf out of the shower as soon as he saw that he was finished.

"Perth's baby is going to need cousins," Gulf said practically.

"Especially if Saint names him. Our kids are going to have to defend their cousins at school," Mew wrapped his lover in a towel, stealing a kiss from him.

Gulf laughed and he pulled on the first outfit that Perth had bought for him. The military-inspired shirt hung open over a white tee-shirt this time, and his jeans were ripped over his expensive brown workboots. Mew made sure that there was a diamond on Gulf's ring finger on his left hand, and then he kissed that finger. Gulf smiled up at him, his heart fluttering.

"Don't let Sam get you alone," Mew told him. "I'm too jealous of anyone near you right now to be able to deal with that."

Gulf was surprised, but he agreed with Mew. They went downstairs together, and Sam took in Gulf's outfit and his jewelry.

Mew always dressed so conservatively that it was hard to gauge his pocketbook, but Gulf was Mew's excuse to show off. He had spared no expense with Gulf's clothing, his jewelry was top of the line, his hair and his facials and manicures were enough to make a woman jealous. Mew took care of his man, and he was proud that Gulf was beautiful.

Sam put them in his car, Gulf in the front seat with him and Mew in the backseat. Sam found it interesting that Mew was more interested in their surroundings than whatever he might be doing with Gulf in the front seat. He figured that it probably showed a lack of care on Mew's part.

Sam had convinced himself that Mew and Gulf were simply business partners, and Mew was not a very successful businessman, whatever it was he did. It was obviously something unimportant, as Mew had not told them about it the night before. 

Everyone always tried to impress Sam and his mother, trying to let them know that they were just as good as the celebrities in front of them. Mew showed no desire to impress them at all and had been purposefully vague about whatever it was that he did.

That meant that Sam had the upper hand when it came to seducing his brother. It was not like he was his real brother; Ann had adopted Sam when he was four so that he could replace Gulf's presence in her life. 

He had not expected to love him more because he could go public with him, as he looked more charitable having adopted a child from an orphanage. Sam had turned out to be talented on top of that, and he entered into a contract with a big company when he was fifteen to join the band.

They arrived at the studio, and Sam whispered a few words about who Gulf and Mew were, and they went upstairs to one of the practice rooms.

"Does he know that Americans think boy bands are lame?" Gulf whispered to Mew, who smiled at Gulf.

"He's your brother, you should be kind to him," Mew encouraged.

"I don't want to be, he makes me nervous," Gulf whispered back in English.

The other members arrived for practice, and Gulf and Mew were introduced to all of them.

"This is Path," Sam said, "This is Dani, this is our leader Poty, and this is our rapper, Tan."

Mew and Gulf shook their hands before they remembered that everyone in Thailand held temple hands, and they awkwardly did that, too.

"This is my older brother, Gulf Kanawut," Sam smiled, "and the guy that found him, Mew Suppasit."

The guys all seemed dutifully impressed. They made admiring noises and then it was time for them to practice.

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