"More results? What kind of results?" Jonah took a deep breath, trying to steady his trembling voice. "Cancer," he said, the word barely audible. "I have leukemia." Elliot’s eyes filled with shock and disbelief. "No," he whispered, his voice laced with denial.
"That is impossible." Jonah nodded, tears streaming down his face. "It's true. Dr. Wilson told me. They caught it early, he said, but it's still cancer." Elliot pulled Jonah into another embrace, his arms wrapping around him tightly. He held him close, his own heart aching with a pain he couldn't comprehend. "I am so scared, Elliot," Jonah whispered, his voice trembling. "What am I going to do? My dad, my mom and now this. It really seems the universe is out to get me." "At this point I just want to give up." Jonah added. "Don't say that." Elliot interjected. "Let's go home," Elliot said, his voice gentle.
"We need to rest. We have a long day tomorrow." Jonah nodded, his legs feeling heavy and weak. He stood, allowing Elliot to guide him out of the hospital. He did not bother to check on his parents once more, his mind consumed by his own problems.
The drive back to Elliot's house was quiet. The weight of Jonah's diagnosis settled in the car like a physical presence, pressing down on them both. They soon arrived at Elliot's house, or currently their home. Without a word, they moved towards the bathroom, like robots in a factory performing their usual cleansing routines. Afterward, they moved to the kitchen, the silence still unbroken. Elliot opened the fridge and pulled out two packs of food stored in a tupperware.
He quickly place them in the microwave, sighing grateful for his maid who helped with this. In less than five minutes dinner was ready and Elliot quickly dished it up. The clinking of plates and utensils echoing in the quiet house. They ate in companionable silence, neither finding the words to break the heavy atmosphere. The food tasted like ash in Jonah's mouth, he struggled to swallow or even to keep the food down.
He managed to eat half of his bowl and pushed the rest away. Elliot looked up at him and his eyes trailed to the half full plate, he opened his mouth to speak, to scold Jonah but his mind advised against it and he let Jonah be. Retiring to the bedroom, Elliot leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to Jonah’s forehead. “Goodnight,” he whispered. “Goodnight,” Jonah replied, his voice barely audible.
They lay side by side, their backs facing each other, the silence stretching. Jonah stared at the wall in the dark unable to sleep, the threat of possible death and chronic illness looming over him. He slipped out of bed, his feet silent on the cool wooden floor, and made his way to the kitchen. The refrigerator hummed softly, a lonely sound in the quiet house. Jonah poured himself a glass of juice, the cool liquid a small comfort against the dryness in his throat.
He leaned against the counter, staring into the darkened backyard, in deep thought. 'What if the treatment doesn't work? What if I lose my hair? What if dad doesn't survive alone?' The thoughts spiraled, each one a fresh wave of panic.
Elliot stretched his hand reaching out to find an empty space beside him.He opened his eyes and looked around the room but Jonah was no where to be found. He stood up and rushed to the bathroom, there was no sign of Jonah. Neither was he on the balcony. Elliot leaves the room in search of Jonah and the corner of his eyes caught something, seeing the faint glow of the kitchen light.
He deduced Jonah was there and went downstairs to meet him. He found Jonah in the kitchen, bathed in the warm, amber light of the overhead lamp. Elliot sensing the tense mood tried to lighten the atmosphere by teasing Jonah.
"You were that hungry, huh?" Elliot said a faint smile on his face. Jonah answered his face still grim, "No, I could not sleep." Elliot stepped closer, his gaze searching Jonah’s face. “Me neither,” he admitted. “What is keeping you up?” Jonah sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Everything,” he said, his voice laced with despair. “My father, my mother and now this. I can’t stop thinking about it. About what’s going to happen. About how much I am going to lose.” “You need to rest, Jonah,” Elliot said, his voice gentle. “You need to take care of yourself.” “How can I?” Jonah asked, his voice breaking.
"How can I rest when everything is falling apart?” Elliot stepped closer, his eyes filled with a fierce tenderness. He plants a kiss to Jonah's lips. Jonah resisted at first confused at Elliot's behavior. Elliot soon pulled away breathily and whispered. “For tonight,” he said, his voice low, “let me take it all away. Let me take away the fear, the worry, the pain. Just for tonight.” He reached out, cupping Jonah’s face in his hands.
Jonah’s eyes, dark and filled with unshed tears, met his. “How?” he whispered, his voice thick with a mixture of hope and disbelief. “Like this,” Elliot murmured, his lips finding Jonah’s. The kiss was slow, tender, a silent promise of comfort and release.
Jonah’s hands found their way to Elliot’s waist, pulling him closer, seeking the warmth and reassurance of his touch. The taste of Elliot was familiar, comforting, a momentary anchor in the storm raging inside him. Jonah let out small soft moans and whines.
The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, Jonah's hands dropped to the drawstrings of Elliot's sweatpants to take them off. Elliot slowed down to let Jonah, Jonah pulled the pants down and immediately wrapped his hands round Elliot's cock. Elliot let out a low groan and kissed Jonah harder his teeth biting into Jonah's lips.
Jonah pressed himself harder against Elliot's chest. “Come,” Elliot whispered, his voice husky, leading Jonah towards the living room couch. He pushed Jonah down and climbed on top. Elliot bent to continue kissing Jonah while grinding on him. Jonah thrashed letting out small whines and moans. Elliot smirked against Jonah's lips and used his bodyweight to trap Jonah.
“Tell me what you need,” Elliot whispered, his voice a low rumble against Jonah’s ear. "You." Jonah breathed out. Elliot got rid of Jonah's sweatpants the last barrier to them. Jonah let out a heavy breath in anticipation as Elliot's hand hovered on his thighs close to his cock. Just as Elliot was close, Jonah threw his head back, his eyes closed as he imagined the sensation. He waited a few minutes but nothing.
Peeking out of one eye he caught Elliot smirking as he knelt besides the couch. Jonah sat up ready to protest, Elliot pushed him down his hand wrapping round his throat as he attacked Jonah's collarbone.
Now much more pronounced because of stress. Jonah let out a high pitched moan as Elliot left love bites round his collar, the pain causing Jonah to grow even harder. Elliot moved down to Jonah's nipples. Jonah gave a satisfactory result. Elliot smiled and continued his assault. Jonah whined, tired of the teasing his cock already leaking precum.