Chapter Six

Noah had entered the shower and was beneath the running water when enormous hands engulfed his nude body. He immediately relaxed when Reed rubbed his body against his.

"You smell so good," Reed said.

"It's probably my sweat you're smelling," Noah explained.

"No, lilacs are radiating from you," Reed remarked. After a few seconds, Noah noticed it as well: lilacs with a trace of seawater filled the bathroom. Noah swung around, placed his arms around Reed's neck, and kissed him deeply.

"Babe, you keep doing that; I might fuck you senseless right here," Reed stated in a low, flirtatious tone.

"What's stopping you?" Noah smiled mischievously.

Reed tilted Noah's chin and returned the kiss. "I love you, baby," he said, intensifying the kiss. 

"I love you too," Noah replied back. Reed grinned as he leaned down and nibbled on Noah's collarbone. He moved lower to kiss his chest and only stopped to suck and bite Noah's nipples. Reed went lower, trailing love bites in his wake. After giving each other blow jobs and hand jobs, Reed spun Noah around so his dick was pressed against Noah's ass. 

"Fuck me already," Noah whined. Reed wasted no time and prepped Noah. Moments later, Reed was inside Noah's ass thrusting into him. "Faster," Noah begged, and Reed complied by speeding up his pace. When Reed's knot deflated, he pulled out and kissed Noah. 

After having sex in the shower, they washed and dressed. "I think you tore up my ass," Noah said. "It hurts like hell," he said.

"I know you loved it," Reed informed him.

"Yeah, but now my ass hurts," Noah said. They entered the kitchen, where Noah leaned on the counter as Reed cooked dinner.

"Feeling better?" Reed inquired when Noah left to prepare the potatoes.

"Yes, the pain is lessening," Noah replied. "Next time, don't be so rough," he asked. Dinner went smoothly, even if Noah used a cushion to sit on. "Mmm, this is so good," he said, as they sat down to eat.

Days stretched into weeks, and Noah appeared tireder than normal. "Are you alright?" Reed rolled over and positioned himself on his side.

"I'm fine," Noah said, gently kissing Reed on the lips. "I just overdid it and need to rest," he explained.

"Rest up, hon," Reed remarked, getting out of bed and dressing. "I'll go and check on the studio."

"Take the apartment key with you," Noah said, yawning. Reed kissed Noah on the cheek and walked away. Reed entered the studio and ensured that everything was in order. When he returned to the flat, a stench of vomit permeated the room.

Reed discovered Noah slumped over the toilet, puking his guts out, and raced over to help him.

"Let me help you," Reed whispered softly, brushing Noah's hair back as he emptied his stomach into the basin. After fifteen minutes of vomiting, Noah lay back against the tiled wall, exhausted.

"I'll run you some bath water," Reed said. Noah gave a feeble response. He said, "Okay," and closed his eyes. After a few moments, Reed said, "Okay, off with these grungy clothes," as he helped Noah undress, who was too frail to move. Reed helped Noah get onto his unsteady feet and into the bathtub. Then he undressed and slid behind Noah. Reed ran soft kisses down Noah's torso before washing his long, black hair. When the bath was finished and the water had cooled, Reed dried off, clothed Noah in comfortable clothes and returned him to bed.

They nestled in bed, Noah nuzzling Reed's chest and dozing quietly. Reed closed his eyes just enough to be lucid in case Noah needed him. After a few hours of watching Noah sleep, Reed decided to rest as well. When Reed awoke that evening, Noah was still fast asleep. Reed carefully adjusted Noah so he could stand up and walk into the kitchen. He contemplated what to do about Noah's sick stomach. He chose chicken noodle soup and saltines. Reed placed the meal on the nightstand and went into the bathroom. Noah was still asleep when Reed appeared with a glass of water and a little pill.

Reed moved in close and said, "Wake up, babe," kissing Noah on the cheek. Noah's hazel eyes slowly opened, and he sat upright.

"What time is it?" Noah inquired, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Dinnertime," Reed said, sitting next to him.

"How long was I asleep?" Noah inquired, perplexed.

"All afternoon," Reed said. "I fixed you some soup, so it shouldn't upset your stomach," he said.

"Oh, thanks," Noah murmured, taking the tray and resting it on his lap. "Aren't you going to eat?" Noah asked, looking up from his meal. Reed nodded and said, "I wanted to make sure you got something in your tummy first."

When it appeared like Noah would be fine, Reed went into the kitchen and returned with his food. Noah had finished eating and was propped up against a pillow, his eyes half closed.

"As long as nothing flashes in front of me, I'm fine," Noah told me.

"Take the medicine and rest; I'll clean up the dishes," offered Reed. Reed rinsed the dirty dishes and cleaned the kitchen while Noah lay back down. Reed returned to Noah's bedroom and laid down alongside him while he slept deeply. Reed detected a slight shift in Noah's fragrance but paid it no heed.

Reed took Noah to see Dr. Newburry after his symptoms intensified and continued. Noah wasn't pleased with the tests she performed. Noah was frustrated by having to wait after being prodded.

"We're going to figure this out," Reed said.

"We better because I feel like crap," Noah lamented. When the door opened, they both turned to face it, and Dr. Newburry returned to the exam room.

"Well, am I dying or what?" Noah asked, irritated.

"Be nice," Reed urged, via the link. Noah glared at him for that.

"You're not dying, but the opposite," the doctor stated.

"Then why have I been so sick?" Noah made a demand.

"It's because you're pregnant," she said. "Two months exactly."