Break My Heart (Mew x Gulf)

Chapter 2: Just Wait

A soft groan sounds throughout the room, Mew's toes curl as he stretches his legs and arms, a satisfied sigh following shortly after as he opens his eyes.

Getting up into a sitting position, he once again stretches his arms, yawning right after. He has a slight headache, but nothing too bad.

Running a hand through his already messing black locks, Mew looks over to the right, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

He gets up, removing the covers off of his skin and heads into the bathroom, leaving the half naked man in his bed to take a shower.

Stepping into the shower for a second to turn the water on, he then steps out and goes towards the sink, waiting for the water to heat up.

In front of the sink he looks at himself in the medicine cabinet's mirror that hangs on the wall. Studying his appearance, he brings his fingers to his lips, his fingertips gently gracing over the swollen flesh.

His eyes then slowly traveling down to the reflection of his collarbones, now marked with dark coloured spots, as if someone splashed their darkest paints onto his skin, decorating his tanned flesh for all those who wish to see the it.

But alas, it wasn't paint, but instead the remains of what happened the night before, and he couldn't just simply wash it off, no matter how hard he tried, it was evidence of his sin, and although there was that little nagging feeling in the back of his mind, he didn't pay it any heed.

Looking further down, he notes that he also has a few marks on his chest and abdomen, snickering a bit he turns around and gets into the shower, more than eager to feel the warm water running down his skin.

Spacing out within a minute of being under the water, he slowly cleans himself, not really paying attention to his actions, to busy staring at the water droplets as they go down the wall. Some colliding with drops that weren't moving and some already making their way towards the floor.

In his mind he thought of it being like a race, each droplet trying to beat the other as they race to reach the ground first, the still droplets being power ups to help the racers become bigger to win.

Or sometimes he'd compare it to life, two random droplets coming together to win, merging, two becoming one to make it to the end. Holding on and not letting go for the better.

But those thoughts were diminished as soon as they came.

He could just stand there for minutes, he found himself fascinated by the most randomest things, causing him to space out. But the thing is that he's never noticed this about himself.

And most people don't notice things like that about themselves, not until someone points them out. Like biting your nails when you're nervous, or playing with your hair when you space out.

And this was just one of Mew's 'things'.

Stepping out the shower, Mew grabs a towel hanging next to the sink, wrapping it around his waist, leaving the rest of him exposed as he walks back into the room.

After opening the door, he notices that the other male is now starting to wake up, propping himself up on his shoulders, rubbing his eyes. The blanket still covering his lower regions.

He turns his head, looking at recently re-entered Mew, tiredness evident all over his face as he looks up at him, his hair falling into his eyes.

But that soon changes as a grin appears on his face instead.

"Damn, did I miss a possible shower fuck, that's disappointing. I mean, I'm pretty fuckered from last night, but wouldn't have minded another round." He chuckles moving the hair out of his eyes, shamelessly checking out Mew, biting his bottom lip.