Mum everything is fine. I am fine. Like you said it is false. It has already been settled." Jonah said. "But the rumors Jonah." She pushed harder. "Mom, people would always talk. Now who would you believe. An outsider or Me, your only son." Jonah asked her. Susan sighed, her shoulders dropping, "You, I believe you." She said. She dropped the issue and looked through the house while her husband and son watched the football game.
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"Alright son, we have to leave now." Announced Gregory. "Alright mum and dad, thank you so much for visiting. I love you guys so much." Jonah said as he turned his father's wheelchair towards the door and started pushing it. He opened the door and pushed the wheelchair to the car. After helping his father get settled in the car he walked to the drivers side. "Alright mum and dad byee." Jonah said. "See you soon my son." Susan said as she pulled him into another hug.
"Please stay away from strangers, including Victor." Jonah whispered while hugging his mum. His mum looked at him and nodded. Jonah stepped back from the car and waved bye as his mom drove away. Jonah stood at the doorway, watching his parents' car disappear down the street. His heart was heavy, the weight of their conversation still pressing on his chest. He closed the door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath to steady himself.
The doorbell rang. Jonah was confused he was not expecting anyone else. He opened the door , "Mum did you guys forget anything?" He asked. Before he turned to find himself standing face to face with Elliot standing there, his face a mix of concern and relief.
"Elliot, it's you" Jonah said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"
Elliot stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his eyes scanning Jonah's face. "Did your parents just leave?" He asked. His voice filled with curiosity. "Yeah, yeah they just left a few minutes ago." Jonah said distracted. "Well you don't look very bright. What happened?" Elliot asked. Concern etched on his face. Jonah sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"I do not know, Elliot. They, they saw the magazines. Victor my so called, new boss talked to them. I have no idea what he told them. They're worried about me, about who I'm spending time with. They don't know the truth, but... it's getting harder to keep this away from them for now." Elliot's expression softened, and he reached out to take Jonah's hand. "I know how you feel," he said, his voice filled with empathy.
"My parents are breathing down my neck too. The wedding, the merger, the public image it is all too much. I feel like I am suffocating under their expectations." Jonah looked into Elliot's eyes, seeing the same pain and frustration he felt reflected back at him. "I just wish we did not have to hide," he said, his voice trembling. "I wish we could be together without all this secrecy, without all these lies."
Elliot pulled Jonah into a tight embrace, holding him close. "I know, Jonah. I wish it could be different too. But we have to hold on a little longer. Once the merger is done, we will figure something out. I promise."
Jonah buried his face in Elliot's shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne. It was comforting. For a moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift, and all that mattered was the two of them, together. Elliot pulled back slightly, cupping Jonah's face in his hands. "I love you," he said, his voice firm and sincere. "No matter what happens, no matter what anyone says, I love you. And I am not going to let anyone take that away from us."
Jonah's eyes watered, but he managed a small smile. "You are going to make me tear up." He chuckled. "I love you too, Elliot. More than anything."
Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss, a silent promise of love . But as the kiss deepened, the tension between them shifted, to something more primal, more urgent.
Elliot's hands slid down Jonah's back, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed together. Jonah's breath hitched as Elliot's lips trailed down his neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Elliot," he whispered, his voice trembling with need.
Elliot did not respond with words. Instead, he guided Jonah towards the couch, their movements slow but deliberate. They fell onto the soft cushions, their hands roaming, their breaths mingling. Clothes were discarded in a frenzy, the cool air against their skin only heightening the heat between them.
Elliot's lips found Jonah's again, the kiss more hungry and desperate. His hands explored every inch of Jonah's body, memorizing the curves and contours as if he were afraid he might forget. Jonah arched into Elliot's touch, his moans soft at first but growing louder as the pleasure built.
"Elliot," Jonah gasped, his fingers tangling in Elliot's hair. "I need you."
Elliot did not need to be told twice. He positioned himself between Jonah's legs, his eyes locking with Jonah's as he slowly, carefully, entered him. Jonah's breath caught, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing, allowing Elliot to fill him completely. Elliot started out with short slow thrusts. Teasing him before slowly picking the rhythm. They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync, each thrust sent a message to the other. The world outside ceased to exist, there was only the two of them, lost in each other, their moans and cries filling the room.
The tension built, coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, releasing a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Elliot shuddered gripping Jonah's waist tightly nearly bruising him as he orgasmed. Taking them to a higher bliss.
They clung to each other, their bodies trembling, their hearts pounding in unison. As they lay there, tangled together, the weight of their problems seemed to fade, if only for a moment. In each other's arms, they found solace, a temporary escape from the pressures of their lives. "I love you," Elliot whispered, his voice soft and filled with devotion. "I always will." Jonah's arms tightened around Elliot, his voice a soft whisper. "I love you too more than anything."