~ MewGulf ~ My Baby Boy (Rated) 💙👶🏼

My Baby Boy

Mew and Gulf came home from a long day of work. This time they had had an exclusive interview with a Thai magazine. The interview was mostly based on questions that would provoke a response that included a lot of skinship or teasing comments. Even though they were so used to events like this one, they never really got bored with it. In fact, they loved teasing the fans. The funny thing, above all, was that only they knew they weren't really teasing, they weren't really lying: the two actors had been having a thing going on between them ever since the first week of shooting.

It was 6 PM exactly when Gulf unlocked the door of his apartment.

"Phew, I'm glad we're finally home," he said while crashing on his bed.

"Me too," Mew agreed while he looked around the room. "Glad we're all alone." He looked at Gulf with a faint grimace.

"Why, my room mates are all home at their parents', like every weekend, you know that. Yet you're still surprised."

"I'm not surprised," Mew said while crashing down next to Gulf. "I'm just very pleased."

Gulf looked to the side to see a pair of longing eyes stare at him. "God, we've done a full day of touching and cuddling and once you're home you're already in for it again."

"Of course I am," Mew said while pulling his arms around the younger boy, leaning his chin on his shoulder. "This is different. Here I can kiss and cuddle you without having to pretend."

Gulf smiled and relaxed his back against the bed frame, dragging the older guy with him. He could never resist Mew's touches.

"It was a weird interview," Gulf said while Mew stroked his arm with his finger tips.

"You think so? I think it was funny."

Gulf looked up. "How was it funny?"

"Well.. they let us make up cute nicknames for each other."

"Yeah, exactly, that was weird."

"But why? It's not like we have to call each other that.." Mew shrugged. "Unless.."

"Unless what..?"

"Unless you want to.." Mew said while nuzzling his nose into the crook of Gulf's neck. "Baby boy."

"Ai Mew," Gulf mocked, feeling embarassed. But he let Mew do his thing nevertheless.

"I know you like it when I call you that."

"You do?" Gulf said with a snarly, yet weak tone.

"It would drive Type crazy, I'm sure."

"But I'm not Type now."

Mew smiled and started trailing down Gulf's neck, planting soft kisses. "But you are my baby boy."

Gulf hissed and slapped him, but it was so weak he let himself be re-entangled into Mew's embrace. The latter tightened his grip around the younger male, who had closed his eyes and enjoyed Mew's touches. Mew found him so adorable at moments like this: although he was mocking, Mew knew he loved being teased and being called his baby.

"What did you call me again..?" Mew then asked.

Gulf's eyes popped open and he turned to face Mew. "I won't say it," he said sternly. "And neither will you."

"It was something with a 'D'..," Mew remembered. "Wasn't it da--," "

"P!" Gulf interrupted while covering Mew's mouth with his hand. "Don't say it, it's not okay."

Mew laughed with a muffled voice. "But you gave me that nickname yourself!"

Gulf sat up on his knees to straddle his lover. "I was being forced," he complained while grabbing Mew's shoulders firmly. "I was being forced AND I didn't mean it that way."