Elliot ignored him and walked into the living room staring out the window. Jonah sighed and walked over to him, his footsteps soft. "Elliot," he said gently. Elliot turned around, his expression unreadable. "I… I am really sorry," Jonah began, his voice hesitant. "I did not mean to… to make you angry. I hate having the thought of you being upset with me, and you know it."
Elliot remained silent, his gaze fixed on Jonah's face. "I'm just… worried," Jonah continued. "About everything. About Clara, about Elaine, about… us." Elliot sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I know," he said softly. "I'm worried too."
He walked over to the couch and sat down, gesturing for Jonah to join him, Jonah walked toward him but did not sit just yet.
"I know you do not trust Clara," Elliot said, his voice low. "And I understand why. But I honestly believe she is and will continue trying to help us."
"Maybe," Jonah said.
"You just have to trust her." Elliot told Jonah. Jonah looked into his eyes.
"I am sorry too. I should not have reacted that way." Elliot leaned in capturing Jonah's lips with his. The kiss was slow and passionate. Jonah kissed back apologizing with his lips. The taste of whiskey lingering on their tongues. They fumbled with each other's shirts trying to take them off.
While kissing Elliot pushed Jonah to the couch. The back of his legs hit the couch and he laid down. Elliot pulled away and whispered to Jonah, "I want you to know that whatever happens. I will always love you. Don't you ever doubt that." Jonah nodded urgently.
Elliot took his time to take off his shirt. He kissed each button then unbuttoned it. The shirt finally came off and Elliot planted a kiss on Jonah's chest. Jonah's breath hitched.
Elliot grinned and planted a kiss to his nipple sucking and lapping up like his life depended on it. Jonah threw his head back in a moan. Elliot bit his nipple lightly. Jonah's hand flew to the back of Elliot's head as he groaned. Elliot alternated between the two nipples while grinding on Jonah. Jonah's eyes rolled back he was experiencing a lot at once.
Elliot left a trail of kisses from his chest down to his waist. He kissed his clothed cock from the outside. Jonah arched up trying to meet his touch. Elliot pushes him back down then removes his pants and underwear in one move. Elliot places a soft kiss to his head before engulfing Jonah's cock in his mouth. Jonah's hand went to the back of Elliot's head as he moaned. Elliot looked up at Jonah and as weird as it is in that moment he only saw love in Elliot's eyes.
Elliot's warm mouth was driving Jonah crazy. His moans bouncing off the walls. It would not be long now he thought to himself. Elliot hollowed his cheeks as he continued. "Ughhh" Jonah moaned out. He would soon cum, he just knew it. His body froze as he forced his cock down Elliot's throat forcing him to swallow all his cum.
Elliot came up and kissed him. Quickly discarding of his own clothes. His own cock hard and ready. He spat on his hand lubricating his cock as he drew Jonah to the edge of the couch. Elliot slowly thrust into Jonah's asshole. Loud moans escaped both of their lips. Elliot wanted to take his time today, he did not want it to be rushed. He pulled Jonah up from his lying position and they sat with Jonah's legs wrapped around his waist.
He slowly thrust as their hips touched. They rocked each other stealing quick but soft kisses and whispering sweet words into each other's ears. Their bodies fit together perfectly, chest to chest, thigh to thigh, skin to skin. Their hips rolled, grinding, pressing, sliding, heavy breathing.
They climbed higher, their bodies moving in sync. Elliot gripped Jonah tight as he moaned and came into his asshole. They held each other for the longest time.
"I love you.” Elliot said, his voice was soft, filled with love, with devotion. “I always will.”
Jonah’s body relaxed, his arms wrapping tighter around Elliot, his voice a soft whisper. “I love you too... more than anything.”
They stayed there, tangled together, their bodies exhausted, their hearts content. The anger, the pain, the fear, all of it was gone, replaced by love, by trust, by hope.
Make-up sex between Elliot and Jonah seemed to be one of the best things in the world.
*****
Elaine sat at the corner booth of the low lit lounge, her fingers tapping impatiently on the table. The place was quiet, the soothing hum of jazz music playing in the background, shadows dancing along the walls. She hated waiting, but Victor had insisted on this meeting. She had no choice.
The door swung open, and Victor walked in, his steps confident, his posture relaxed. He wore a dark well-fitted suit, perfectly pressed, his hair neatly styled. He looked every bit the powerful man he was, his presence commanding, his eyes sharp.
Elaine watched him approach, her face blank, her eyes cold. Victor slid into the seat opposite hers, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Elaine,” he greeted, his voice smooth, mocking. “Always so punctual.”
Elaine’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Victor, always late.” Her voice was flat, clipped.
“I do not appreciate being kept waiting.” Victor’s smile widened, his eyes bright. “You should count yourself lucky that I showed up at all.” He leaned back, his arm draped casually along the backrest, his posture relaxed. “I do not usually entertain calls from gold diggers.” Elaine’s eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening. “I am not here to play games, Victor. You said you had something for me. Start talking.”
Victor’s fingers drummed rhythmically on the table, his eyes never leaving hers. “Straight to business. How refreshing.” His smile faded, his voice dropping. “The merger has been announced... but it is not finalized yet. If the wedding does not happen, the deal falls apart.”
Elaine’s fingers curled around her glass, her eyes sharp. “I know that. That is why I am here.” Her voice was cold, steady. “The engagement being called off because of more bad news from Elliot would be the biggest press break this year and I get to benefit all from it” Victor’s smile was slow, wicked. “I like that attitude..”