Now And Always.(Sequel to Acceptance)

Doctor's Appointment.

     Forty one years old Ryan Matthews hadn't looked his age until this morning. He was a slender man with appropriate muscles in the right places. He was five feet nine inches tall, had dark hair and grey eyes. His stomach didn't pack the six pack muscles like his husband's who for some reason still looked like those sexy, gorgeous men on magazines. Although thirty-one, Quinn Macomb hadn't aged a day. Most times, Ryan couldn't help himself from feeling jealous. Especially when Quinn flaunts his body around the house. Not that he was complaining but he felt like shit this morning.

Standing before the mirror, he gripped the edges of the marble basin as he tried hard to control his breaths while waiting for a wave of nausea to complete its course. He studied his reflection. There was a day old stubble on his chin. His eyes were heavy and droopy. His mouth tasted like rusted metal. Not that he knew how rusted metals tasted. Not to mention his once flat stomach had surprisingly took a slight round shape. He couldn't help but think something was wrong with him. Perhaps, he was dying from some sort of terminal disease. That same sick feeling in his stomach came again. Next thing he knew, he was bent over the toilet bowl and throwing out the contents of last night.

Indistinctly, he heard Quinn calling for him. His voice seemed far away and Ryan was too weak to reply. His throat burned and his eyes were blurred with unshed tears. He sat slumped beside the toilet bowl on the tiled floor and leaned his head against the wall, trying to catch his breath.
Quinn soon appeared. Like usual, he was half naked with his pyjamas bottom riding low on his waist, revealing flat toned stomach and a trail of dusty blond hair that formed a Vline disappearing into the pyjamas and leaving nothing to the imagination. Any other day, Ryan would have been aroused just from the mere appearance of his gorgeous husband but on this day, his brain couldn't register the sight before him.

" Sweetheart, what happened? ",

Quinn hurried from the doorway and squatted in front of him. His blue eyes were laced with concern.

" I think I'm gonna die", Ryan said, his voice wavering.

Quinn frowned and took his face in his strong hand. "Hey, you are not dying. That ring has a fifty years guarantee".

Ryan forced a smile. " You are crazy"

" Only for you. Now come on, let's take a shower. Breakfast is ready".

With Quinn's help, Ryan was able to stand but not for long because his legs suddenly felt like jelly. If not for Quinn's strong grip on his waist, he would have fallen face flat on the floor.

The blond man was obviously worried. Ryan's health was becoming an issue. They had thought it was the flu but it's been going on for several days now. His husband couldn't hold in anything for long as he was constantly throwing up.

When Quinn carried him, he couldn't help but notice Ryan had lost a bit of weight and the thought scared him.
" we should fix a doctor's appointment ", Quinn suggested once they were in the shower.
Ryan nodded. He was awfully quiet. Even if Ryan wasn't the talkative type, he still expressed himself, especially when it comes to his husband.
Quinn sneaked a kiss and chuckled when the older man blushed.
Despite Ryan's health issues, there was this glow that seems to envelope him, make him look dazzling and harder for Quinn to keep his hands off.
The shorter man hissed and jumped back when his naughty husband pinched his left nipple. The truth was that the pink buds had amazingly grew swollen and erect, enticing Quinn. But to Ryan, it was painful and and overly sensitive.
Quinn thought his husband was feeling irritated because of his health. He didn't want to add to the already brewing headache. So, he forced himself to keep his hands off while they showered.

At breakfast, Ryan suddenly felt guilty. He was becoming a bundle of emotions. Worrying and thinking too hard. He sighed and dropped his spoon, gaining Quinn's attention who was anything but angry.

" About earlier, I'm sorry"

Quinn's brows furrowed. He reached across the table and took his hand.

"I love you. Now and always. We will get through this. You will see", he reassured, squeezing his hands warmly.

Ryan gulped down the spittle that had gathered at the back of his throat and smiled back at him.

" I love you back. Always ".