TheAs requested (I shall continue the last chapter bc my favorite author asked :> hehe) Lucky for me, Mew has just revealed that he and Gulf ended up taking a shower together after shooting a scene... so I'll start with that.
Ik according to Mew, Gulf was the one that asked to shower but imma change it a bit.
[Continuation from MewGulf Sex Dream]
MewGulf Shower
Nong Gulf hurriedly asked the director if he was allowed to use the staff shower and a change of clothes. He exclaimed that it was too hot and he started to smell from sweating too much. The director dismissed him with a wave but reminded him to hurry for the next shot.
"I'll be quick I promise." The younger bowed and tried not to look so stiff as he walked away from the others to the bathroom labeled staff only. How could his brain be so defiled to dream such a thing!? He was never sleeping on set again, no he will never sleep again. Period. How did his body react so intensely and why was the dream so damn vivid!?
The younger turned on the water and set the temperature more towards the heating side. As he stripped off his clothes, he remembered every feathery touch and kiss that Dream Mew had placed on his body. He shuddered quietly feeling a blush creep to his cheeks. He needed to stop thinking about his coworker like that.
As he was about to step under the cascading water, a soft knock caught his attention. He was certain it was his imagination until he heard it again.
"Hello?" He called warily.
"Gulf, It's Mew."
His body flushed once more. Speak of the fucking devil.
"Can P' take a shower with you?"
"!!" Did Gulf's ears hear right? Even if he wanted to, he couldn't deny P'Mew anything. So he slowly opened the door ajar and allowed the older man in. He tried covering his manhood with both hands once Mew stepped into the smaller area.
"They know I'm in here too," Mew said. "So we should hurry up and shower."
The younger stared as Mew removed his clothes and revealed his perfectly tanned skin that painted over his flexing biceps and washboard abs.
Stop staring.
Stop STARING!
Gulf had to physically tear his eyes away when Mew dropped his pants. Fuck it's big. The younger costar covered his mouth quickly. Gay panicking is in fact real, he discovered.
Mew stepped beneath the showerhead and looked up letting the water fall onto his face down, down his body and toes. He let out a relieved sigh as the hot water hugged his back. "Well, are you going to come in?"
Gulf gulped and made his way into the small showering area where it was just the two of them... alone... in the shower. Gulf gulped again. How is he supposed to shower if there's not even personal space? He grabbed a box of unopened bar soap and handed it to Mew, allowing him to lather up first. Don't look down. He had to stare ahead to not glance at his coworker's cock.
But he was curious-
The silence was heavy in the air, except for the rinsing water.
"Did you have a good dream?"
Gulf just about choked on his own spit. "W-what?"
"Earlier... You kept saying something," Mew handed his nong the bar of soap. "What were you dreaming about?" There was a gleam of mischief in his eyes, one that Gulf didn't see because he was ignoring his P's gaze.
