Listen to Your heart~ (MxM)(w/moe)

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

    Eyes close, bliss fell over Chase and he kissed him back softly and every once of love he could put int it. "Love you too, darling," he murmured back. Pulling back just a tad, he pressed his forehead against his lover, smiling as he gazed at Noah. "So, we just gonna have a lazy day tomorrow or did you want to do something?" he asked, curiosity glint in his emerald eyes. An idea formed and he grinned widely.

    "Oh! We should go get matching tattoos!" he exclaimed, a child-like tone taking over. While he would never admit it aloud he was a sucker for sappy things like that. "Yeah, we should get a quote, or maybe matching wedding rings? Maybe hearts? Oooooh, what about a symbol that is dictated to when we first fell in love?" he rambled on and on, looking distracted but determined.


    Slowly, he felt his chest tightened and then he suddenly was coughing up a storm. A hand covering his mouth as his body was wracked with a coughing fit, Chase knew this was bad. So far symptoms were light and easily hidden, he had a feeling that this wouldn't be. Carefully, as to not hurt Noah he moved the other off his lap and stood hurrying to the bathroom.


    Once the door was closed and locked he leaned over the sink gasping for breath, speckles of blood splattering the porcelain sink.

    ( Mornin'! I'm glad that you're feeling better! :D


    Noah had given a laugh when Chase began to ramble on about getting matching tattoos. It didn't sound like a bad idea and Noah was all for it, but he wasn't sure if their time off tomorrow would be the right time for it. Besides, he wanted Chase to rest, not get all wound up. "All of those ideas sound lovely, babe. Though I do like the idea of you designing something that represents both of us and our love." He suggested with a loving smile, leaning in to peck the man's nose. He has always been impressed by Chase's artistic skills and always did want to get a tattoo done that Chase himself had designed.


    When Chase had suddenly broke out into a coughing fit, Noah's eyes widened a bit and he sat back a bit, giving his husband some room. "Chase?" He spoke out softly, wincing a bit. The coughs sounded terrible and like they really hurt. So maybe Chase was actually coming up with some sort of bad flu? Noah didn't protest when Chase had moved him off his lap but he grew worried when the man suddenly got up and practically sprinted away and off towards the bathroom. Without any hesitation, Noah was up and following after him.


    His brows furrowed in concern when Chase shut the door behind him, locking Noah out in the hallway. "Chase? Are you okay?" Noah asked, his voice once again laced with worry for his husband. He tried opening the door, only to find it locked and he let out a sigh, unsure of how to feel. Why would Chase lock the door? Pressing his ear against the door, Noah heard Chase gasping. "Chase, are you throwing up? Can you... Let me in? Or at least let me help in anyway?" He asked, growing rather nervous for his husband. He wanted to help, he needed too.

    Chase bented over the counter, gripping it tighten for his knuckles to turn white and he struggled to recollect his breath, blood trickling down the side of his mouth. It took a good few minutes before his breathing evened and he iron grip on the counter to loosen. Head tilted down, eyes locked on the splattering of blood, he felt ill. While this was going to happen at some point, he hadn’t expected it so soon.


    Breathing out slowly, he turned the water on and placed his hands under the running warm water watching as it turned red and faded down the sink. Shaking his head, he cupped his cleaned hands and splashed his pale face, washing the blood away. Once he splashed his face a few times, he raised his eyes and stared at himself in the mirror. ‘Well, I am certainly pale. Dizziness is gone though, that good. But… the taste of blood is still there.’ He thought with a grimace. Grabbing his brush and toothpaste he scrubbed his mouth thoroughly.


    After he was completely done and used a hand towel to dry his face, he remembered fleeing from his lover and his lover’s calls from the other side of the door. "Guess it’s time,” he mumbled, clearly unhappy. But then he resigned himself and stepped forward and unlocked the door. Gripping the cool brass handle, Chase opened the door to finally face Noah.

    Noah had been waiting anxiously outside of the bathroom, standing beside the door as he waited for his husband to come out or at least unlock the door. Chewing on his pinkie nail, the man stared hard at the wooden floor, wondering what was taking so long. He was completely worried by this point, hating that he didn't know what was going on or what was happening to Chase. Why wouldn't he just unlock the door? Or at least say something? His head snapped up when he heard the door unlocking, followed by the handle turning and the door opening. He quickly pushed himself away from the wall and stood in front of Chase once the man stepped out, giving him a look over with wide, concerned eyes. Seeing how pale Chase was didn't do anything to calm his nerves, only worsening them.Reaching out, Noah gently took a hold of his husbands hand.


    Not saying anything, Noah led Chase back to the living room and made him sit on the couch before he quickly rushed off to grab a glass of water. Once he returned, he sat down on the couch beside his husband and handed him the water. Finally, the man spoke up. "Chase, what's going on with you?" He asked softly, his hazel eyes staring right into Chase's green ones, a soft frown on his lips. "You've been so distant and you've been pushing me away, and then you're passing out at your work desk and then having a coughing attack and locking yourself in the bathroom. You've never behaved like this. Usually when you get sick you let me help." He began to ramble, clearly showing how bothered and worried he was about this situation, about Chase and whatever was going on with him. What was going on with his husband? If Chase was actually getting a bad bug, then why didn't he tell him? They tell each other everything, why not now?

    Silently and obediently he took his lover hand and was led to the couch, after sitting he seemed to just blink and suddenly a glass of water was in his hand instead. Breathing out shakily, more from frazzled nerves than anything else. Taking a long sip of water he winced as it traveled down his aching throat. Placing is on the coffee table, he faced his super worried and beginning to panic husband. Biting his lower lip, he nodded without saying anything. After taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Chase finally looked directly at his lover and he answered.

    "I'm sorry Noah. Things have gotten way to out of hand. I'd really meant to tell you right away but then the promotion and the longer it was the less I wanted to say anything," Chase began to explain, wringing his hands together. Yet another sign of his own nervousness. "At one point I believed it better to handle things on my own, obviously that isn't going well," his voice dry as he said this.


    As he gazed into those beautiful soulful haze eyes, Chase found it harder to speak. Though the worry was evident in them, he did not want to see how they looked as he continued. So he looked down at his lovers shirt instead. "I-I went to the doctor some time back, because I've been falling asleep multiple times a day at work lately, before the promotion. That said, the doctor looked me over and ran a crazy bunch of tests..." he trialed off, faltering greatly.


    Breathing out, he forged on. "Something I never told you about my family, mostly because it never really came up with my dad. As you know we don't get along at all. Well, it turns out my family has had a lot of people in it diagnosed with different types of... cancer," he rasped out, tears stinging at his emerald eyes but refusing to fall. "O-One is uh, lung. As you know my dad was a h-heavy smoker and well, second hand smoke is a big risk... I have l-lung cancer," he whispered at the end, vision blurry and body trembling like a leaf.

    Noah had sat silently beside Chase as the man began to explain what was happening, his expression turning more and more into one of distraught. It was a lot to take in and Noah's emotions felt all over the place. Tears had welled up and began to fall and his heart pounded loudly when his husband brought up seeing a doctor, already fearing for the worse. It had to be bad, especially with the way Chase had been acting, refusing to look at him, the hesitant speaking, and the shaking. As Chase continued to speak, Noah had to cover his mouth to hold back the sound of his sobs as his crying worsened. His heart broke when his husband told him that he had cancer.


    Chase was sick.


    Chase had lung cancer.


    It felt like Noah got slapped in the face by reality.


    He never expected something like this happening to Chase. He always saw his lover as untouchable.


    "Oh god." Noah gasped out, dropping his head down into his hands as he let his sobs fall past his lips, trying to wrap his head around it. At first he was extremely upset with the fact that Chase was going to try and hide this from him. That alone was messed up. But the fact that Chase had lung cancer, a deadly illness, just made Noah break. He wouldn't know what to do if he lost Chase. They've been in each other's lives for years and they still had their whole lives ahead of them. It wasn't fair. It really wasn't.


    Suddenly moving, Noah was wrapping his arms tightly around Chase's neck, pressing as close as he possibly could and held on for dear life. His sobs, though loud, were muffled as he cried against his husband's neck, probably getting the man's soft, long hair wet with his tears. "Please tell me you're joking. That this is some sort of sick joke, Chase. Please!" Noah pleaded, his fingers gripping tightly onto Chase's shirt, as if the man was going to suddenly disappear. "I can't lose you, Chase. I can't..."

    Chase couldn't speak, as his mouth opened and closed he truly tried to comfort the other man. The man he lived for. But he couldn't get a single sound out. Undoubtedly Noah's reaction was what he expected and dreaded, he had time to think over what to say to reassure him and it was all on the tip of his tongue. Finally giving up, he just wrapped his arms around the other and held him, ignoring the wet feeling of his husbands tears soaking his hair and shirt. Rubbing circles around Noah's' back, he memorized everything he could about him.


    After what seemed like hours, which if had looked at the lock it was a few, he found his voice. "I'm sorry Noah. I wish I were joking, that this was all a nightmare that we could wake from but... it isn't. I was going to tell you eventually though, I need you to know that. I wasn't not ever going to tell. I was just waiting, stalling for as long as I could," Chase muttered, pressing a kiss to his lovers head. Then he pulled back to arms length, his hands on Noah's shoulders. "I won't leave you, ever. I swear it. Thing cancer thing, it's not going to beat me. I'm far too stubborn," he said seriously and with utmost gentleness.


    Shifting his and his beloved's positions on the ouch, he pulled his lover down so he was on his side tucked up against Chase. Wrapping him, Chase nuzzled the smaller man's neck, humming softly.

    Noah's sobbing had come to an end by the time Chase had spoke up, though tears still occasionally slipped past his closed eyes. He nodded his head at the man's words, still holding tightly onto him, not wanting to ever let go. Though he was still upset with the fact that Chase had been trying to put off something as serious as this, he was glad that he knew now rather than later. As Chase pulled away, Noah opened his eyes in order to meet Chase's gaze. A little smile broke out on his lips at his husband's reassuring words, bringing a hand up to wipe away any stray tears. Chase was the most stubborn man he knew and if anyone could kick cancer's butt, it was his wonderful husband.


    Allowing Chase to shift them around, Noah pressed in close, seeking out comfort from his lover. He sighed softly and let his eyes fall closed for a moment, trying to settle down. Wrapping his own arm around Chase, Noah buried his nose into the man's soft hair. "I love you so, so much..." He whispered out, trying to hold back more tears. He still couldn't beleive that this was happening to them, to Chase. His husband didn't deserve something as horrible as cancer.


    Placing a few gentle kisses to his lover's face, Noah pressed in closer, snuggling in as close as he could on their couch. He finally felt somewhat stable and not like he was going to combust into tears again, though he didn't doubt that it would happen again. This whole situation was horrible but they would be able to work through it. "...Are you seeing a doctor for this?" Noah spoke up softly, opening his eyes and watching his husband with that sad look of his. He needed to know what Chase was planning on doing, about how they were going to both get past this and be as strong as they could be.

    The words of his lover echoed through his kind and he sighed. Doctors, oh how he hated them. The mere thought made fear shot through him and he swallowed thickly. "My first appointment since being diagnosed is in a week," he mumbled with a uncomfortable frown. "We will probably be discussing options and stuff," he continued with a grunt. He usually did his hardest to stay away from them, but he ad little to no choice in the matter now. Catching the sadness in his lovers eyes he gave him a small smile. "It'll be fine. I'll be fine and we will be fine. Now, turn that frown upside down..." he trailed off with a mock thoughtful look, tapping his chi for dramatic affect.


    Suddenly he beamed and wriggled his fingers. "Time for tickles!" he declared before attacking his husband/prey.

    Noah was relieved to know that Chase was actually planning on seeing a doctor. He knew how his husband didn't like them. At all. But in this case, there was no other options. "I'll get that day off so I can go along with you." He told Chase as he gently rubbed the man's arm, catching onto the man's uneasiness about the whole doctor thing. He was definitely going to try and be there for Chase as much as he could and would try to join him on all his appointments and treatments. Though he was very much affected by Chase being ill, he couldn't help but feel relieved at his husband's words and little smile. But as Chase trailed off with his words....


    "Chase, no!" Noah gasped out with wide eyes, letting out a large laugh that sounded extra loud in their quiet home. He wigged around on the couch, trying to escape his husband as he continued to tickle him, laughing and giggling. It totally did cheer him up and take his mind off of the previous conversation, and he was extremely glad that Chase was acting better as well. "This isn't fair! I'm gonna fall off the couch, you jerk!" The man laughed as he tried to catch a hold of Chase's hands, pushing them back with a large grin, "I'm going to tickle you right back if you don't stop!"

    Chase cackled, much like an evil villain, ("Shut up I totally did not practice in the mirror!") and grinned from ear to ear in response. "Oh? That would be my plan, beloved!" he growled playfully. Evading his lover's grasp, he suddenly stopped tickling him and lifted Noah's shirt just enough to blow raspberries on his stomach. Then he swiftly climbed off his lover and couch and then sprinted out of the living-room, cackling once more. "You can't catch me!" he sang, as he merrily headed down the hall to the backyard.


    Stepping out side, he breathed in the fresh air and noted that he really needed to water the garden. Eyes lightening up, he darted for the hose and he turned the water on, hiding behind a bush for his husband to come out.

    Noah had snorted at Chase's evil, villainous laughter, finding it pretty hilarious to hear. He grinned back widely up at his husband, all his worries and concerned momentarily forgotten in their little play fight, too busy laughing and trying to fight off Chase as the man continued to tickle him. He caught his breath when Chase suddenly stopped but the laughter came right back when the man blew onto his stomach, creating a farting noise. They were grown men acting like total children, but Noah loved it. "Chase! Where are you going!?" He called after his husband when he suddenly got up and sprinted away, his words causing Noah's smile to widen.


    Quickly getting up, Noah went after his lover and found himself in the backyard. It was very nice out, Summer being just around the corner. "Where did you go, you complete dork!" Noah spoke up as he stepped out more into the open, his hands resting on his hips as he scanned the back yard. "Are we seriously playing hide-n-go seek now?" He asked with a laugh. Though with the tough and horrible situation that had been thrown at them, Noah was very, very glad that he and Chase were still able to see the good in things. Hopefully it would continue to stay that way.

    The post was edited 1 time, last by snails ().

    Chase pouted behind his bush. How dare his beloved call him a dork, he so was not. Grinning evilly, he got into position time for pay back for that comment. Then he darted out spraying Noah, laughing breathlessly as he did so. The illness and everything bad that came to mind was for now pushed to the depths of his mind, because right now he only wanted to smile and laugh along side his husband, the very light of his life. 'However, I will swear here and now to never keep things from him again. Nor distance myself.' He thought, in a brief moment of seriousness.


    Satisfied that Noah was completely soaked to the bone and Chase wasn't, he turned and turned off the water. A Cheshire cat grin spread about his face as he looked up his job with a proud glint in his emerald eyes. "Sooo, I win," he declared, snickering.

    When Chase darted out and sprayed him with the hose, Noah let out a gasp of shock as his hands flew up to try and shield himself from the cold water, turning his back to his husband. "Chase, stop! It's freezing!" He cried out before a loud laugh erupted from him, finding the situation to be rather hilarious and enjoying the laughter coming from Chase. It was really nice to hear after the bad news Chase had shared. When his lover finally stopped spraying him and shut off the garden hose, Noah brought his hands down and looked down at himself, seeing how sopping wet he was. His shirt and pants were completely soaked through and his hair was wet and flat. Putting on a fake pout, Noah looked up at Chase when he spoke, giving him the puppy dog eyes.


    "That wasn't a fair fight at all." Noah playfully grumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He looked Chase up and down and then a little lopsided smirk appeared on his lips. Chase was way too dry compared to him. Which made it even more unfair. "Chase, I'm freezing. Help me warm up?" He then asked, raising his arms out for a hug as he slowly began to advancing towards the other male. Once he got close enough, he lunged and wrapped his husband in a large hug, pressing his wet body right against Chase's dry one, intent on getting him wet too. "There! Much Better!" He exclaimed before bursting out in laughter, placing a big kiss to the corner of Chase's lips. It reminded him greatly of their childhood, running around their yards and neighbor hood during the summer months, causing a ruckus and playing. And it was great that they still were able to do that. Noah just wished to everything he could, that they could keep doing this.