Eduardo x Jon Story

Meh, don't have a chapter name

*INHALES*
OKOK. Look, this sucks. Like alot alot. I'm sorry. The story was great at the beginning and now I feel like it's all going down hill.
Maybe I'm overreacting because I think and overanalyze silly worries all the time, but I just cant. I CAN'T BROS. AND I JUST WANT CHOCOLATE COVERED DONUTS!

Ahem.
Read if you want, but I personally feel like this chapter could be better...

Jon awoke later with light headedness. The room felt freezing and he stiffly pulled the blankets over his head.
He'd reached out for a familiar warmth and whimpered when he found nothing at the bedding he patted. He bolted up immediately after realising Eduardo wasn't there.
Oh god, the man left. He lied to him. He was so stupid. So, so-

"Calm down, I'm over here," a voice behind him spoke softly when a hand gently ran through his hair.
Jon soon relaxed and let go of the breath he was holding.
The hand moved to his forehead, freezing against his heated skin.

"You have a fever," the man sighed, "you should've told me you weren't feeling well."

Jon blinked, "how? I can't get sick...what happened?"

"You blacked out...I guess it was from the fever or maybe overexertion..." Eduardo flushed red and turned his head away in embarrassment.

Jon fiddled with the hem of the blanket, "I'm sorry..."

"Don't be. I made you some ramen," the American picked up a bowl he kept sitting on the bedside table and edged it onto Jon's lap as if he was calculating how gently to move bowl in order to not spill it.

Jon stared down at the bowl of soup, thinking over all the events that had occurred up until now.

He'd barely noticed his own tears falling into the broth. He held the bowl with trembling hands and tried not to let his weakness show. His vision began to blur and he watched blearily as tears rippled into the soup.

"Hey what's-"
Jon kissed Eduard before his question fully formed.
"Thankyou," was all the brit answered him with.

The came another kiss and another until he was leaning over to just stay like that, but to Jon's dismay, Eduardo backed off.
"You'll spill the soup."

"Who gives a shit about the soup?" Jon huffed against the man's lips, leaning in again to capture them.
Eduardo smirked  and pulled away once more.
"Hey, I made that soup just for you."

He chuckled when Jon bowed his head with a defeated sigh, "fine, I'll eat the damn soup..."

Peaking up from his bangs he saw the man smiling just before he'd moved to sit back on the headboard beside him. Jon joined him and let his head rest on the American's shoulders while nibbling at his soup with a childish pout.

Jon took a few bites out of the soup before he was aware of the arm inching over his shoulder and the closeness that came with it. He pretended as though he was oblivious to the small pecks against the skin of his neck that came soon after.
"I'm eating."
"I love you."
There was that phrase again. It was something Jon could accept, but he stilled in unfamiliarity.

A warm hand ran up from the start of his abdomen to his chest, tracing strange patterns against unclothed skin.
Jon had forgotten that he was still very much naked in that moment, but realized that such a little detail was not his main concern at the moment.

"Do they hurt?" Eduardo abruptly asked.

There it was. Jon understood the strange affection now. Eduardo was tracing his scars.
He felt sick again.
"Only phantom pains. Most new wounds go away,but old ones seem to stay," Jon answered as the doctor flashed in his mind, holding a scalpel above him. He took another bite of his soup, "all the scars you see are from before."
Eduardo was quiet for a moment, "what about when you actually hurt?"
Jon paused, one hand leaving the bowl to gently nudge Eduardo's hand from the largest scar he had.

"When I am inflicted, of course it hurts, but I was trained for that. Some things I can take with straight face, and others I can't. It's just how it is." The brit explained blatantly, obviously wanting to drop the subject.

At his response, Eduardo had taken the bowl away and set it on the table on his side.
"Hey! I was eating that."

Jon wasn't given an answer, his only explanation was Eduardo pushing him back against the matress.

"I'm getting mixed signals from you,"Jon spoke tiredly. The man probably still wanted to finish what they had started before.

"Shh."

Jon rolled his eyes at being hushed before closing them. He might as well allow the man to do as he pleased after all, he was a bit enticed in truth anyway.
He'd actually wanted that warmth again. He missed feeling content and alive.

Sighing out he analyzed the affection he was being given.
Light feathery pecks from rough, chapped lips traveled from his neck down to his chest.
At first it seemed at random, then the kisses became more strategic; they became longer, closer and more specific.
His heart fluttered nervously at a horrid thought. He could feel the phantom pain of bullet above his hip, before feeling the sweet affection of Eduardo's lips against it.
Then Jon knew.
His eyes snapped open and he raised himself up on his elbows.

"Don't do that."
"What?" The American asked, continuing to kiss each scar that resided over Jon's chest.
Jon grit his teeth and pushed the latter's face with his hand to gain space from him.
"They don't need that kind of treatment.
Despite this, Jon was ignored. Instead, Eduardo had grabbed his hand, interlocking their fingers as he held it against the matress.
Jon shook in frustration, "I told you, cut it out!"
Eduardo gently pushed Jon back down, holding the smaller in place. He kept doing it and it drove Jon to madness.
He didn't want to acknowledge them.

So, just like a child he scrunched his eyes shut and pretended there were none.
He pretended they were back home. That Mark was at the grocery store or shopping somewhere. Jon pretended he was never abducted, that he returned that night and Eduardo had apologized. They'd grown closer with time and Eduardo was just giving him affection that he would if they were dating.

If only imagination land hadn't shattered in that moment.

Eduardo grasped Jon's chin to get his attention. Looking the younger in the eyes he spoke so sincere, "I love you."

Jon couldn't stop the tears then and threw an arm over his eyes to hide it.
He tried to breathe in, but could only let out a choked cry.

"Sh,sh," a hand grabbed at his wrist and pulled his arm away from his face and poor Jon jerked his head away to hide.

Eduardo cupped the other's cheek, wet with tears and made Jon look back at him.
Warm calloused thumbs wiped away fresh tear drops and erased the tracks.

It had began with more passionate afeections. The lips against his neck were opened and hot. The man's nose tickled at him the farther he inched up.
The tears kept falling and Eduardo was there to repeatedly swipe them away.
He praised Jon, whispering sweet nothings to calm him.
He spoke of Jon's good looks and strength... he'd even went off on a tangent over how smooth his skin was. There was so much the man claimed to admire, down to the very last detail.
How someone could love such little things was beyond Jon's understanding.

It was slow and sweet, something to be held special, for it was something he could feel passionately during.
Pain was something he'd grown accustomed to, but pleasure was a whole new world Jon was rediscovering.

"Ed.....e-eddie..." he spoke, voice trembling with a mix of anxiety dashing into the amalgamation of emotions he'd felt in that moment.
He was hushed again while the  hand cradled his cheek once more to soothe him.
"I have you," came a soft whisper and the interlocking of their fingers with the his vacant hand.

Jon nodded in response, barely able to form words at that point.
He loved the closeness of intimacy, the sweet whispers and praises, and lovestruck look of his partner.
Jon knew it was close, the impending end of love making.
So when Eduardo had tensed and grabbed him up to hold him at his climax, Jon spoke three important words that he might never take back.

"I love you."

Ahhhhhhhhhh this is cheesey and stuff and I am Uncomfortableeee. Whyyyyyy!?!? I used to write this all the time! xc