And It Started Like This

What Are We?

A/N: Hello inkrine

Enjoy my loves

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On the drive home, Mew was close to passing out. Due to a lack of sleep, his brain shut down and he only remembered two minutes together. He was more inebriated by his tiredness than by the wine he'd consumed. He hadn't gotten more than four or five hours of sleep on a single night this week, despite getting to bed early. He was tossing and turning until the next morning due to irritated and recurrent dreams.

The next thing he remembered was Kanawut's firm, toned arms assisting him in getting out of the car and walking him to Mew's apartment door. Gulf tried in vain to remove the fog that had clouded his mind as he collected the keys from Mew's pocket, trying to end the night with some sort of decorum. However, as he lay on his back on his bed, his hands up to hide his face, he felt Gulf tug at his shoes and realized he was far from being able to maintain his dignity.

As Kanawut slipped his hands under Mew's now-ruined shirt and removed the clasp of his belt, he groaned. Gulf took off Mew's trousers, leaving him just in his black slacks, being careful not to graze the other man's crotch.

To keep from moaning, Mew bit his lip, but he couldn't help but shudder. He and Kanawut both knew he was too tired for sex, but it didn't stop his mind from straying as Gulf slowly undressed him.

Mew's tie was the next thing the guitarist worked on as he sat on the side of the bed. He gingerly pulled it off with his icy fingertips as he tugged it looser. As Gulf rose up, the weight on the bed changed, and Mew only faintly opened his eyelids. As the sexy brunette unfolded and draped the spare blanket from under the bed, he watched from behind heavy lids, probably knowing that Mew wouldn't be willing to get up to get under them.

He couldn't find the strength to keep his eyes open any longer, so he closed them once more. As he felt Gulf sit back down alongside him, he sighed.

He could feel the boy's breath on his cheek and smell his skin's seductive spicy perfume, and he could tell he was near to him.

As he felt soft lips press against his own, his breath caught in his chest. Mew opened his mouth, welcoming the boy in for more despite his exhaustion, and the kiss was basic and unpretentious. As Kanawut obliged, he was ecstatic. Mew firmly held the man in position by bringing a hand up to the back of his neck.

When Gulf pulled away, Mew groaned as their kiss deepened but stayed slow. "I'd like to express my gratitude to you, Kanawut, but I get the feeling you're going to hold this evening over my head for a long time."

Gulf's smirk could be heard even with his eyes closed, as the child laughed as he exhaled. "Suppasit, don't think about it; I was the one who requested you to come out in the first place."

The brunettes fingers tenderly trailed down Mew's cheek, then down his jaw, then down his neck. Gulf's kiss was soft and passionate, and his lips were warm once more. His cock gave a threatening twitch as Mew frowned. His better judgment was slowly showing its ugly head, though it was just as fuzzy as the rest of him. Kanawut's kind touches and mysterious motives were beginning to irritate it.

"Unngg..." Putting his palm on the boy's sculpted chest and pushing him away, the brunette whimpered. He finally sat up and looked around. He virtually growled, "What's your deal, Kanawut?"

Gulf seemed perplexed. "What?"

"This," Mew said, putting his hand between their bodies. "This isn't something you do when all you want is a fuck," he said, his stomach burning with rage, but it was more like a match that went out shortly after it was struck, rather than a fire. Despite the fact that he was too weary to argue, he spewed forth his thoughts.

The lovely face in front of him had a tense expression on it. "I-I don't know what to say. Just because I don't do the whole relationship thing-or at least, I haven't in a while-doesn't mean I'm unfeeling. It doesn't make me a jackass."

As his head began to pound, Mew closed his eyes, wincing. He just wanted to get some rest.

When he didn't get a response from the brunette, Kanawut reacted. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you'd be emotional about this whole situation."

In frenzy, Mew's eyes flung open. He pulled himself up on one elbow, gazing at Gulf through narrowed eyes, despite his body's constant pleas not to move. "Emotional, Kanawut? Not at all," he shouted. At the look of surprise on Gulf's face, he immediately regretted it. He moaned and sat back down, his world spinning out of control as a result of sitting up too quickly. "It's okay, Kanawut. Thank you for bringing me here. Just forget it. I'm sure you'll be able to see yourself out."

He couldn't believe how he was putting himself out there—how was it possible that he was the one who was proving to be susceptible?

Mew had been struck by the brunette's comments, which had struck a chord with him. He had never been forced to act in this manner before, and he was utterly dissatisfied with himself. It was a monument to just how tired he was when he passed out into an aggravated but exhausted slumber in less than five minutes, considering how worked up he'd become.

But what are they really? 

*** to be continued ***

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