Elliot nodded, his own release just as imminent. He reached in between them, his hand wrapping around Jonah’s cock, he looked at Jonah with seductive eyes, they shared a smile together, he began stroking him in sync with his thrusts. Jonah’s back arched, a strangled cry and escaping his lips and bodily vibration as he came, his release spilling over Elliot’s hand.
The sight of Jonah cumming was enough to push Elliot to his own climax. With a low groan, he buried himself deep inside Jonah, his own release crashing over him in waves. He collapsed onto Jonah, their bodies trembling, their hearts pounding in unison.
For a long moment, they lay there, sweaty, tangled together, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Elliot pressed a soft kiss to Jonah’s forehead, his fingers tracing patterns on Jonah’s skin.
“I love you,” Elliot whispered, his voice filled with devotion. “I always will.”
Jonah’s arms tightened around him, his voice a soft whisper. “I love you too. More than anything.”
They stayed that way, feeling solace as they were wrapped in each other’s embrace.
***
Jonah stepped into the bank. Looking around, his feet anxiously tapping the floor as he scanned the environment. His eyes eventually caught a cashier's face. She was dressed nicely and acted so kindly to the person she was attending to. He decided to queue in the line.
While on the line multiple thoughts ran through his head. He knew he should not be giving the blackmailer money. But what choice did he have. He could not risk breaking his parents heart. Their image of him being a perfect traditional son was already ruined. He hoped that after this payment everything would go away soon, and the blackmailer would not use it as a medium to continuously extort him.
Soon enough it was his turn. He walked up to the counter. The cashier looked up and gave him a beautiful, bright smile.
"Good day sir and welcome to the Golden bank. What can I do for you today?" She greeted, maintaining the welcoming expression on her face.
"Yeah, thank you. I am here to make a withdrawal." Jonah answered
"Okay, I will get that started for you. Your account number please?" She asked.
"56320916429" Jonah called out the numbers effortlessly.
"Okay, Jonah Hartfield right?" She asked trying to confirm.
Jonah nodded.
"And how much are you withdrawing today Mr. Jonah?" She asked
"Ten thousand dollars." Jonah sighed as he mentioned the amount.
"Wow, sir that is a big amount." The cashier said
"Yes it is, I just need the cash for something urgent." Jonah explained.
"Okay is there anything big purchase that you are trying to finance? Maybe you can work it out with the bank instead of paying in cash." The cashier explained.
Jonah let out a nervous breath. "Well the cash is actually for my parents. They are actually kind of, you know... old school and do not believe in banks." Jonah lied.
"Oh okay, I totally understand, that is no issue at all. Just give me a few minutes." The cashier nodded and punched some keys on her keyboard.
"Okay Jonah I will have your fingerprints right here. Your thumb and your index." The cashier instructed Jonah as she pointed to a fingerprint scanner.
Jonah rubbed his hands on his T-shirt and placed his fingers on the scanner. A beep was heard and the cashier looked at the monitor in front of her.
"You can remove your hand now Jonah. One last thing though. Could you please sign here." The cashier said pointing to an electronic keypad.
Jonah took the pen and signed. The cashier gave a thumb up and started the money counting machine. The machine sprang to life as it flipped through hundreds of notes finally stopping once it got to the desired amount. The cashier removed it from the machine placed it in an envelope and handed it over to Jonah.
"Now this is a huge sum of money to carry around. I advise you be careful. Thanks for banking with us today." The cashier said.
"Thank you." Jonah gave a forced smirk and said before turning to walk away. Looking round his environment for the last time he exited the bank.
Sliding into his car, he slumped into the driver's seat sulking. The full reality of what he was about to do was weighing down on him. He gave himself a few minutes to gather himself before driving off to the post office.
He pulled into the parking lot of the post office. The Friday afternoon sun was already scorching. He exited his car and walked into the post office.
"Good afternoon." Jonah greeted the young teenager at the entrance of the post office. The teenager too busy with their phone, with their legs kicked back on the table in a swivel chair. The teenager turned to look up at Jonah with a look of disgust on his face.
"Ugghh, what do you want dude?" The teenager asked while rolling their eyes.
"Well I am here to place something in P.O. box 5210." Jonah replied.
"Is that why you are bothering me?" The teenager asked.
"Well all the P.O. boxes are in the back. Here are the keys. Good luck searching." The teenager said rudely as he threw a bag of keys at Jonah.
"Well aren't you at least going to do your job and help me?" Jonah asked tired of the terrible attitude.
The teenager slowly blew a bubble from gum in his mouth while giving Jonah a stink eye. "Read the room old man, it is a Friday afternoon and it is extremely hot, I do not get paid enough to help you anyway. So do yourself a favour and move to the back and perform your search I'm not the one who can't use cashapp." The teenager ended.
"Hey, that is not how you speak to customers." Jonah complained.
"Soo what are you going to do? Ask for a manager? Like I said I do not get paid enough so, go ahead. The teenager replied without raising his head up from his phone.
Jonah was irritated. Today had already been destined to be terrible, but he was sure he would scale through somehow, but here comes this spoilt brat to make the day way worse than it was originally, Jonah did not have the time nor energy to go back and forth with him. Clenching his teeth, he grabbed the bag of keys and moved to the back of the post office.
The teenager grumbles under his breath, "I swear these adults, always looking for five star service all the time. I thought you would not grab it, standing here talking about" help." He scoffed.
He empties the bag of keys on the floor and searches for 5210. After scouring for a few minutes and the jingling of keys filling the room he finally found it. He takes the key and turns. He opens the P.O box and takes a look around first. Searching for any clues or information. It was wiped clean. He could not find one. Sighing he brought out the envelope containing money from his jacket and placed it in the box and locked it.