Elliot arrived later in the night, he walked up to the porch of Jonah's house, he did not need to knock as he had a spare key which gave him access to the house, he opened the door, the scent of the lavender air freshener mixed with the cool of the air conditioner gave him a soothing feeling, this was a place he wanted to be. He stepped into the living room.
The house was quiet and the lights were off. The only source of light was the full moon and the dim light Jonah usually left on in the kitchen, in case they wanted to drink water in the middle of the night.
Elliot quietly closed the door behind him, the soft click echoed in the quiet room. He took off his shoes and gently walked into the bedroom.
The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a glow over Jonah’s sleeping body. He lay on his side, one arm tucked under the pillow, his breathing slow and steady. Elliot’s heart ached as he watched him, despite such a busy and crazy day, he smiled watching Jonah sleep.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, and began to take off his shirt, leaving on his pants and singlet. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to take off not just his clothes but the tension that had been building inside him all day.
He slipped into bed beside Jonah, the cool sheets brushing against his skin. Jonah stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping his lips, but he did not wake.
Elliot lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying events of the past one month and how crazy it had been, constantly drifting into the future and what it holds for him.
The wedding, the merger, his parents, Lila it all felt like a storm closing in around him. But here, in this quiet moment, with Jonah beside him, he could almost pretend that everything was okay. Almost.
Jonah shifted again, this time turning toward Elliot. His eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep, and he blinked up at him. “Elliot?” he murmured, his voice thick and drowsy. “What time is it?”
“Late, babe.” Elliot whispered, his voice soft but strained. “Go back to sleep.”
Jonah frowned, his hand reaching out to touch Elliot’s arm. “You are still dressed. What is wrong?”
Elliot hesitated, then turned onto his side to face Jonah. “Nothing,” he lied, but the crack in his voice gave him away. “Just, a lot on my mind.”
Jonah’s eyes searched his face, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Jonah reached up, his fingers brushing against Elliot’s cheek. “You know you do not have to carry it all alone, i am here for you.’
Elliot’s breath hitched, and he leaned into Jonah’s touch. “I know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just don't want to lose you. I do not want what we have to end. ”
Jonah’s expression softened, and he shifted closer, his body pressing against Elliot’s. “You are not going to lose me,” he said firmly. “No matter what happens, we will figure it out. Together.”
Elliot’s chest tightened, and he closed his eyes, letting Jonah’s words sink in. For a moment, there was no problem in the world, and all that mattered was the warmth of Jonah’s body against his, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way his fingers traced gentle patterns on Elliot’s skin.
“I love you,” Elliot whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “More than anything.”
Jonah’s lips curved into a small, sleepy smile. “I love you too,” he murmured. “Now come here.”
Elliot did not need to be told twice. He closed the little distance between them, his lips finding Jonah’s in a slow, tender kiss. It was soft at first, a gentle exploration, but as the heat between them grew, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more desperate. Jonah’s hands slid up Elliot’s back, pulling him closer, their bodies pressing together in a way that made Elliot’s head spin.
Elliot’s hands roamed over Jonah’s body, tracing the familiar lines and curves, relearning every inch of him. He kissed Jonah’s neck, his collarbone, his chest, his lips leaving a trail of fire.
Jonah folded into his touch, a low moan escaping his lips, and Elliot felt a surge of desire that made his blood burn.
“Elliot,” Jonah breathed, his voice trembling with need. “Please. Give it to me!”
Elliot just needed to have that go-ahead, he shifted, his body hovering over Jonah’s, his hands sliding down to grip his hips. Their eyes met, and in that moment, everything else faded away. There was no blackmail, nothing else existed, just the two of them, lost in each other.
Elliot kissed Jonah again, harder this time, his tongue sliding against Jonah’s in a way that made them both groan. Jonah’s hands tangled in Elliot’s hair, pulling him closer, and Elliot could feel the heat of Jonah’s body, the way he trembled beneath him.
“I need you,” Jonah whispered, his voice breaking. “Please, Elliot.”
Elliot’s heart raced, and he nodded, his hands shaking as he reached for the nightstand. He fumbled with the drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube, and Jonah’s breath paused in his throat as he realized what was coming.
“Are you sure?” Elliot asked seductively, his voice rough with desire but laced with concern.”
“I am sure,” Jonah interrupted, his eyes dark with need. “I need you, Elliot. All of you.”
Elliot’s composure flew out the window, and he kissed Jonah again, pouring all of his fear, his love, his desperation into the kiss.
He poured the lube onto his fingers, warming it slightly before pressing one finger against Jonah’s entrance. Jonah gasped, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing, and Elliot took his time, working him open with slow, careful strokes.
Jonah’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, his hands gripping the sheets as Elliot added a second finger, then a third. Elliot watched Jonah’s face, his own desire building with every moan, every whimper that escaped Jonah’s lips.
“Elliot,” Jonah begged, his voice trembling. “Please, I can’t wait anymore.”
Elliot scoffed, his own need overwhelming him. He slicked himself up, his hands shaking as he positioned himself underneath Jonah. He paused, his eyes locking with Jonah’s, and in that moment, everything felt right.
“I love you,” Elliot whispered, his voice filled with emotion.
“I love you too,” Jonah replied, his voice just as broken.
And then Elliot pushed in, slowly, calmly, giving Jonah time to adjust. Jonah’s moaned, his hands gripping Elliot’s shoulders, and Elliot paused, his forehead resting against Jonah’s.
“Okay?” Elliot asked, his voice strained.
Jonah nodded, his eyes closing shut. “More than okay,” he whispered. “Don’t stop.”
Elliot didn’t. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, each one drawing a moan from Jonah’s lips. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, ragged breaths, the creak of the bed as they moved together.
Elliot’s hands roamed over Jonah’s body, touching, caressing, memorizing every inch of him as if he might never get the chance again.
Jonah’s legs wrapped around Elliot’s waist, pulling him closer, and Elliot groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. He could feel more of the heat building between them, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it was almost unbearable.
“Elliot,” Jonah gasped, his voice breaking. “I am close.”