Chapter Twenty
CHAPTER TWENTY
“COME ON, STORMY” Jason murmured. “Shower with me before I head to class. You need to get to your appointment.”
Ethan yawned and stretched. The corner of his mouth twitched upward. Jason’s gentle prodding felt good. He followed Jason to the bathroom, both of them still naked from the night before. Giving Jason’s rear end a playful swat.
“Hey, don’t start something you can’t finish,” Jason said warningly. He stood with the shower door open, his hand gauging the temperature of the water. The bathroom was filled with warm steam. Jason stepped into the shower first, and Ethan followed.
Ethan leaned into Jason as the water cascaded over them washing the sweat from the night away. Grabbing the body wash, Jason lathered it in his hands and gently washed Ethan’s hair. The sensation of Jason’s fingertips gently scratching Ethan’s scalp sent tingles through his body all the way to the tips of his toes. His hands gently roamed Ethan’s skin, washing under his arms, his chest, down to Ethan’s cock.
Jason slid his hand up and down Ethan’s shaft slowly, the tingling sensation became full waves of pleasure. Pushing Ethan’s back gently against the cool tile, his hand continued to roam Ethan’s skin. He rinsed the suds off, as Jason leaned in for a kiss. Their mouths met one another fervently, and their movements again became tangled.
Ethan’s hand slid down Jason’s broad chest as he clutched his ass again. Smiling, Jason whispered, “My little hurricane is feeling spicy this morning.”
Instead of responding, Ethan gently pulled Jason against him, his other hand sliding down to Jason’s erection, he began stroking slowly.
Jason moaned with desperation.
Again, Ethan’s hand traveled to Jason’s developed backside, his fingers gently coming closer to Jason’s hole. Ethan’s finger circled it, as he pumped Jason slowly, deliberately. Jason flattened his back and arched towards Ethan’s finger.
His head fell to Ethan’s shoulder as he continued slowly tugging Ethan. Soon, Ethan was pumping faster, and Jason’s head began to swim. He moaned with ecstasy as the warm water washed over them. Ethan’s finger continued to tease Jason’s hole, pushing slowly inward.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” Jason moaned.
Ethan's hand moved more vigorously now, his finger swirling in a clockwise motion, applying slight pressure.
Jason’s body shuddered, “Oh god. Oh fuck.” He said, spilling onto the shower floor.
Looking up, the water tumbled across his face as a lazy smile appeared.
Ethan’s lips formed a grin, his cock harder at the sight of Jason’s afterglow.
“You’re turn,” Jason growled. He grabbed Ethan’s shoulders twisting him around, he reached for his cock and pumped with slight pressure from the base to his tip. Within seconds, Ethan’s body jerked and buckled emitting a long stream.
“Wow, you shot hard,” Jason snickered.
Ethan just grinned once more, letting the warm water rinse him off.
Afterward, Ethan lingered under the water as Jason toweled off and dressed for the day. As Ethan stepped from the bathroom, he was met at the door with a final kiss from Jason.
“Text me as soon as you're done with the scan. You’re not in this alone. The only walls I want you building are the ones in our future home.”
Ethan nodded, smiling tentatively. “I promise.”
***
After completing the intake paperwork, Ethan waited anxiously in the quiet lobby. Soft rock music played over the speakers, a collection of old magazines with celebrities on the coffee table in front of him. Scoping one out, he reached for the magazine, when his name was called.
“Mr. Hernandez,” she called from the clinic door. He looked up and steeled himself. Jumping up from the seat, he bound towards her.
“Hello,” he said feigning a smile.
The MRI technician greeted him and guided him through a maze of hallways until they reached the scan room. Soon he had removed all metal items from his pockets and was laid on the platform slowly moving towards the bowels of the machine. Thankful he had worn soccer shorts and one of Jason’s old lacrosse T-shirts, he took his position.
“You’re doing great,” the MRI technicians said, their sound tinny coming through a small intercom. The machine whirred and gave a rhythmic clunking sound. “Just stay still we will be through this quickly.”
Ethan focused on his breathing, he let the sound of the machine become distant in his awareness. Pulling him from his concentration, the technician’s voice came over the speaker again, “Hang on, Mr. Hernandez. I just need a few more readings here. Something is up with the machine.”
Ethan’s chest tightened.
Is something wrong with the machine?
This isn’t normal.
Something isn’t right.
Oh god, I’ve only been back from vacation for a week.
Ethan could hear the technician’s thoughts, his heart fluttered in his chest. Her unease radiated towards him from the control room. Her thoughts pressed against his own,
Okay, Emily, stay calm.
Shortly, the platform began moving again, exiting the large machine. Ethan sat up, his palms slick with sweat, “Is everything okay, Emily?” he asked, his voice shaky.
The technician’s eye snapped to Ethan’s, then gave a tight-lipped smile, “I can’t discuss the results, Mr. Hernandez. The doctor will review everything and contact you soon.”
Ethan nodded, but the technician’s rehearsed line only heightened his anxiety. What did she see? What went wrong? What wasn’t normal?”
Catching the city bus back to campus, Ethan’s mind raced. He pulled out his phone and texted Jason:
Ethan: Finished my scans. Everything is fine. Headed to campus.
As he typed out the text he caught himself, No, if I’m going to get through this I need Jason.
He finished the text: Finished my scans. Everything fine. Headed to campus…I’m scared.
And hit ‘send.’
Within seconds his phone chimed,
Jason: Glad you go them done. You’re not alone stormy, I’m here and I love you.
He smiled at the text and replied:
Ethan: I love you too.
Back on campus, Ethan tried hard to push through the day, he attended his lecture in a half-daze. The sound of his professor's voice became a dull hum and the anxious whispers pushed from the outer realms of his mind. Eventually, the buzz of the students around him became unbearable, their scattered emotions crashed into him like waves. Nauseating feelings of excitement, stress, and annoyance colonized his head.
On his way from his final class of the day, Ethan’s vision blurred and his headache crept back in. The feeling pulled at his eye sockets, sharp and insistent. As he walked the pavement between buildings, he gripped the strap of his backpack as the pain sent waves of pain through him fast and insistent. Reaching the door of the Henderson building, he turned on his heel.
“I can’t do this today,” he said to himself. The walk back to the apartment was a blur. His thoughts swirled with the technician’s cryptic words, the tension in her thoughts, and the unresolved suspicions of Jason’s evasiveness all chewing on his conscience.
Something isn’t right.
As he unlocked the door and stepped inside, the quiet of the apartment offered little solace. He dropped his bag by the door, his legs trembled as he sank onto the couch. He rested his head in hands, he tried to block out the noise — the voices, the pain, the nagging feelings that whatever came next would change his life.