Everything He Wasn't Allowed To Be

Jonah's POV:My fingers twisted in Elliot’s hair as he kissed me deeply and violently, his body moving with carefully heated strokes from below. There was no one else who could make me feel like this, only Elliot. His lips trailed down to my neck, and I shivered as he whispered, “You feel so good as always.” I let out a strangled moan, overwhelmed by the sensation of him pressing me closer, his hand slipping over my torso to hold me tighter, his thrusts growing deeper, rougher and better. His cock brushed right against my prostate, and I could not stop the moans escaping me. Louder. Louder still. I was almost certain we would wake the entire neighborhood. Sweat glistened on Elliot’s body as he hovered above me, his muscles flexing, working me over with relentless precision.That taut, needy ache built in my stomach. I was about to cum. But then, he stopped. Pulled out. My breath hitched at the sudden emptiness, and I gasped. “Hey!” I blurted. “That was so mean!”He only chuckled d

Victor’s POV The car door swung open and Jason slipped into the passenger seat. He was short, old, dressed in all black like he was headed to a funeral. I did not even bother greeting him. I just started the ignition and pulled away from the curb. The hum of the engine filled the car, low and steady, like a predator purring before the strike.“Okay, Jason, what’s the latest update?”He adjusted himself in the seat and reached into his coat pocket. “It’s confirmed. Elliot and Jonah are in a romantic relationship. And I have the evidence to prove it.”I glanced at him briefly before turning back to the road. “Good job. Hope the evidence is damning?”He handed me a brown envelope, and I could hear the faint rustle of glossy paper inside. I opened it with one hand, eyes still on the road. The first picture said enough. A hand on a back, a kiss exchanged, clothes rumpled in early morning light. I smiled.“Your money will be wired to you this evening,” I said coolly, sealing the envelope

Elliot's POV“I really do not know what to say about this.”The door clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing in the quiet, suffocating stillness of the study. The room was opulent, like always, grand, refined, but today it felt like a prison. I stood there, facing my mother, the intricate rug beneath my feet suddenly felt like it was shifting. I had braced myself for my father’s rage, the booming voice, the thinly veiled threats masked as “advice.” But it was my mother who summoned me. And her eyes, heavy with quiet disappointment, cut deeper than any of my father’s fury ever could.“Elliot,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “your father showed me the magazines… the pictures.”I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. The air in the room had thickened, wrapping around my lungs like a vise. I fixed my gaze over her shoulder, focusing on the landscape painting behind her, a calm, distant meadow that had nothing to do with the storm inside me.“He… he explained what he wants you to do,”

Jonah's POVClara walked out of the room, giving Elliot and me time to gather ourselves. I walked into the kitchen first and poured us cups of coffee. Elliot followed, dressed in a summer shirt and simple shorts.Clara cleared her throat, "Now that I have your attention. I believe I have some information you may like to know." I looked to Elliot, my hands trembling and beads of sweat gathering at my forehead.I did not understand Clara's sudden change of attitude and support. Elliot, noticing my discomfort, cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "Umm don't keep us in suspense. What is it?""Well, I looked at all the tabloids, made a few calls and discovered the pictures came from one source." Clara replied."What source? And how did the person get their hands on those pictures?" Elliot asked."I can answer only one of those questions. The source?- Elaine Woodward, an editor at a tabloid company. How those images got to her?- I have no idea. You should have been more careful with your

Jonah's POVAnother loud laugh burst from my lips. I was struggling to breathe, but I could not stop. Elliot rolled his eyes, clearly getting annoyed.Catching my breath, I grinned at him. “You know, I have never seen anyone wear a turtleneck to go hiking in the peak of summer.”Amusement twinkled in my eyes as I said it, and I saw his face flush. He playfully shoved me.“Like it wasn’t all your fault,” he muttered under his breath.“What did you just say?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because your tone was totally different last night.”I kept laughing, and he shook his head, suddenly picking up the pace and walking ahead of me.“Hey! Wait for me!” I called out, still chuckling as I jogged to catch up.By the time the afternoon sun reached its peak, Elliot had long shed the turtleneck. We had made it to the beach and decided a swim would be the perfect way to cool off.Now, we lay side by side on a beach towel spread across a small cliff overlooking the stretch of golden sand below.