Blind Trust (MewGulf)

Chapter 12: Gulf's secrets (part 3)

POV Gulf

Mew was pulling back again.

Gulf could feel it. But this time he didn't have a clue of why he was doing that.

Gulf had tried talking to him, make him explain why he was withdrawing once again, but Mew kept saying everything was ok. And as oblivious as Gulf can sometimes be, he felt it.

- We're fine Gulf. I'm just tired. My master is taking my sleep away.

Even though Gulf knew that could very much be true, there was something else he felt... odd.

They had to film the bathroom scene. It was their first sex scene and Gulf was nervous as hell. He had never done anything like that before. He and Mew were pretty in sync back in the workshop, but with the later change of mood between them, Gulf had been feeling anxious.

They were sitting together on one of the set's beds. Mew had to see the worried expression on Gulf's face because, for the first time in many days, Mew started contact. Mew took one of his hands.

- Everything will be fine Nong - Mew looked him in the eye - just remember what we practice. I'll be there next to you, Tharn will be with you. Just summon the Type in you and let it roll.

Gulf took a big breath and let it out.

Type?

Yes? What do you want?

Gulf internally rolled his eyes. Type was always in such a bad mood.

I need you now.

Roger that.

Gulf looked at Mew's eyes and nodded.

We can do this.

Gulf got up from the bed and stood in front of Mew.

- Are you ready, Phi? - he smiled down at his Phi, trying to put all the calm he could into it.

-Yes. Let's do this.

*Action*

- I might give them back - Tharn said with his jackass smile - if you let me shower with you.

What the...? You've got to be kidding me?

Even though Type's body and heart seemed excited by the idea, his head didn't agree.

- What the hell are you saying?

Tharn's body pushed him inside the bathroom and to a wall. He took off his shirt and Type couldn't help look at his naked chest. Tharn was built and it was turning Type on.

You like it.

No, I don't. I'm not gay!

Tharn touched him and kissed him. Type knew he could perfectly push him away and punch his stupid face, but for some reason, his body wouldn't answer to him.

For some reason? Just say you're feeling it.

Shut the fuck up!

Gulf wasn't ashamed to say, he was enjoying the experience way too much. He knew he was supposed to be Type, but somehow Gulf came out as well.

Tharn got to his knees in front of him.

Gulf let the moment get into his head. A guy he was attracted to was giving him a blowjob, so of course it would feel good. But at the same time, he was reluctant because of his past. That dichotomy was the one that made Type's body win over his head.