holding my last breath - a noah sebastian/nicholas ruffilo story

chapter 1 // there's a possibility

wrote this at the request of my amazing friend. really hope she enjoys it, and really hope you all enjoy it too!! might make it a series, yolo.
obviously this is an mpreg. don't like it, don't read it.

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"Fuck," Noah groans, the last bit of bile from his stomach sitting in the toilet under him. His forehead is resting against the toilet-seat, clammy and sweaty.

After he flushes, Noah falls against the wall behind him, his head being held up by his hands. The room smells of sweat and vomit, and his stomach is still uneasy. He slowly gets to his feet, his knees wobbly as he uses the bathroom counter as leverage.

He looks terrible, he thinks as he stares at his reflection. Skin grayish and clammy, his cheeks red and his lip split from the acid. He turns on the bathroom sink, filling up a cup of water and rinsing out his mouth. He quickly brushes his teeth, drying off his mouth and face once he's done.

It's been like this for two weeks now. Throwing up on and off, being triggered by the most random things. Today, it was triggered by Folio's morning smoothie. Normally, that smell never bothered him; but today, it caused his stomach to turn inside out and he was blowing chunks within seconds.

He hears a knock on the door, and he knows it's his boy, "Noah? Are you okay?" Nick asks, voice muffled by the wooden door.

Noah sighs, opening up the door to reveal his worried Nick, who's looking at him with so much concern it's actually heartbreaking, "I'm okay, Nicky," Noah reassures, even though he knows somethings up.

Nick lets Noah exit the bathroom, watching his tall boy go sit on their bed. Noah looks shaky, and Nick can tell he's feeling weak with worry. Nick hands him the water bottle he was carrying, as well as a ginger chew to calm his stomach. Noah gives him a smile as a thanks, taking both from his hands.

"Noah, something's up. We need to get you checked out," Nick's normally cool voice is thick with worry, his eyes scanning over Noah's entire body.

Noah glances over at Nick, unable to help feeling guilty because of how worried Nick looks. Nick always looked after Noah, even before they got together all those years ago. They were each other's rock, and Noah knew it was killing Nick not knowing what was wrong with him.

"I'm okay, Nick. It's probably just a stomach bug. I'll get over it," Noah gives him a weak smile, holding his hand and running a thumb over Nick's knuckles.

"Stomach bugs don't last over two weeks, Noah," Nick says pointedly, his eyes narrowed. Noah feels like a deer in headlights at this point.

"I'll be okay, Nicky. Let's go eat, and then we can go to the store, sound good?" Noah compromises, even though that sinking feeling in his stomach never went away.

Something was definitely not okay.

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"Fuck, Noah," Nick seethes, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. He has his hands in Noah's hair, his nails dragging against the scalp.

Noah's got his mouth around Nick's cock, his cheeks hallowed and his tongue swirling underneath the thick shaft. He can feel the vein of Nick's cock thrumming against his tongue, and he moans around the extremity. He's got his head going at a steady pace, alternating between using his tongue against the shaft and the tip of his tongue on Nick's slit.

"Doing so good, baby, fuck, you look so good," Nick moans, his half-lidded eyes watching Noah take him all the way, Noah's pointed nose nestled against his pubic hair. He groans, his head falling back against the headboard.

Noah's looking up at Nick, his free hand wrapped around his own cock in his sweats as he palmed himself in tune with his mouth. He moves up to suckle the head, using his tongue to scoop up leaking pre-cum. He knows Nick is close, because the grip in his hair tightens, and Nick's hips are starting to tick upwards.