Rainbow Hill

by Alex Carreras

  Chapter Eleven

  “Son?” Quinn heard Frank’s knuckles wrapping on his bedroom door. He blinked against the darkness, forcing the sleep from his eyes.

  “You okay,” he asked, sitting up in bed.

  A crack from the now open door threw an orange line across the floor. Quinn recognized his father’s shape although he couldn’t see his face, the hall light behind him. “We got a call,” Frank said. “The cows are out. The buggers are about a mile down the road. Can you get Ethan and drive them back.”

  “Sure,” he said. “But I didn’t hear the phone.”

  “I was up. Only rang twice before I picked it up.”

  “Tucker awake?”

  “Yep, but I told him you would handle it. You don’t mind, do you?”

  Quinn shook his head. “Part of farm life.”

  “What’s going on?”

  Ethan appeared by Frank’s side, wearing a pair of rumpled boxers, his sandy blond hair sticking out in every direction. Was he sporting wood? Quinn thought. Or was it just wishful thinking on his part?

  “Cows are out.”

  Ethan groaned and returned to his bedroom. In the time it took Ethan to reappear dressed in jeans, a half buttoned short-sleeve shirt, and sneakers, Quinn dressed in yesterday’s clothes he had discarded on the floor by the bed with the intention of laundering them in the morning. There was no sense in dirtying anything else; chasing escaped cows at two in the morning could be a dirty job if memory served him correctly. They stalked down the stairs and out the side porch door toward Quinn’s truck, the night’s mist cool against Quinn’s skin.

  As they climbed into the vehicle, Quinn said, “In the glove compartment you’ll find a flashlight,” Quinn directed. “We might not use it, but it’s better to be prepared.”

  Ethan retrieved the flashlight before closing the door and buckling up. “Why do these damn creatures always choose to break out in the middle of the night?” he asked through a yawn.

  “I’ve often wondered the same thing as I’d help Dad do just what we’re doing when I was a kid. I strongly believe that I would’ve done better in school if our farm had better fencing.”

  “You couldn’t have done too poorly. You graduated at the top of the class and got into college.”

  “It’s ’cause I had a mother who cared and stressed the importance of an education. She never had the opportunity to go to college and always regretted it. She said it was her life’s dream to be able to send me.”

  “My parents didn’t go to college either, but they said it was important that I did. I often wonder why they felt that way. Do you think it was because they were unhappy with their position in life? They didn’t appear to be unhappy.”

  Quinn fired up the powerful engine. “I’ve wondered the same thing, but I never asked. Figured they’d tell me if they felt like it.” He slowly backed out of the gravel drive using his mirrors to guide him onto the road. “I’m glad they did, though.”

  “Me too. Just imagine if we hadn’t.” Ethan chuckled. “We would still be living in Podunk Jefferson, stuck on the farm trying to find lost cows in the middle of the night. God forbid. That would be awful.”

  Quinn laughed along. “Point made,” he said. “But at least we did get away, for a while at least.” He placed the car in drive and headed east. There was a weak spot in the fencing that he had meant to repair but never got around to, and gut instinct told him that’s where the lost herd would be.

  “It’s not so bad.”

  Quinn slowly accelerated. “Did I just hear you right? Did Ethan Stokes admit that Jefferson, Maryland isn’t ‘so bad’?” Quinn used Ethan’s words against him. “I never thought I’d hear those words come out of you.”

  “Okay, I admit it.” Ethan leaned back against the seat, a slow smile across his lips. “It’s not as bad as I remember. It’s changed a lot, more places and different people. Not the same old faces and wagging tongues.”

  “Hold up. It still has that, but every town does. Have you ever thought that maybe it’s you who has changed?”

  “Maybe,” Ethan replied, the tone of his voice a noncommittal one. “But that I would never admit to.”

  “Why’s that?” Quinn asked, rolling down his window.

  “I’m fine the way I am. Don’t want to change.”

  “I hate to break it to you, but in the short time you’ve been here, you have changed. You’ve got your hands dirty and let your guard down. That chip on your shoulder is a much smaller one tonight.”

  “I don’t have a chip on my shoulder. You do.”

  “Yep, much smaller but still there.”

  “Do you know where you’re going,” Ethan asked, “or are we riding around aimlessly while I’m subjected to your abuse?”

  “I’d never abuse you unless you wanted me to.” Quinn couldn’t help it. He had to say it. It was too damn easy. And he meant it.

  “And what if I said I wanted you to?”

  Quinn’s foot slid off the accelerator, genuinely surprised by Ethan’s candor. “I’d say it was you who was teasing me now.”

  “It’s over.”

  “The teasing?”

  “Between me and Randall,” Ethan clarified. “It has been for a while, but I haven’t wanted to admit it. I hate failure on any level.”

  “When a relationship doesn’t work anymore, I’d hardly consider that a failure.”

  “I do.”

  “So you’d rather stay in a bad one for the fear of failing? That doesn’t make any sense. I’d consider that a failure.” Quinn looked at Ethan, his strong profile visible in the bright moonlight. “What’s changed?”

  “In the relationship?”

  “No, for you to admit it…right now.”

  Quinn watched as Ethan ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “I-I-I’m not sure exactly.”

  “Does it have something to do with me?” Quinn was nervous to hear Ethan’s response. If Ethan admitted to liking Quinn, how far would their relationship go? Would it be just sex? Not that Quinn was against that, but he couldn’t promise more. After Oak Hill was up and running, and when his father appeared to be handling life better, Quinn wanted to find a job in his field again, possibly out west where he had grown accustomed to the dryer climate and sunny days, a vast difference to the humidity and cloudy skies the Mid-Atlantic states offered. He waited to hear what Ethan had to say while driving slowly, searching the immediate area for the wayward cows.

  “I don’t want to place that kind of pressure on you, Quinn. It would be unfair,” Ethan said. “I admit, I’ve always been attracted to you, but I suspect that you realize that. We’ve kind of been thrown here together, and we’re trying to make the best of it for whatever reason. I have so many emotions coursing through me at this moment, but one thing is very clear, and that is, I no longer love Randall, and he no longer loves me. I haven’t been able to admit that to anyone, to even say it.” Ethan paused and rubbed his hands over his face. “If nothing else comes out of this entire experience, at least I faced this realization and can now move on.”

  “It’s a hard thing to come to grips with. And for whatever it’s worth, Randall is a fool.”

  “So I’ve been told before,” Ethan half mumbled.

  Spotting the cows on the side of the road, Quinn pulled over. He looked in his rearview mirror before coming to a full stop. Not a soul around. Drops of rain hit the windshield, clouding Quinn’s vision. This was it, the perfect time to take what he wanted. With what Ethan had just admitted, a fast fuck in the middle of nowhere protected by the shroud of darkness was almost guaranteed. All he had to do was reach across the short distance between them and take Ethan, claim him. Experience every wonderful gift that Ethan had to offer, but he sat there immobilized instead.

  Just staring.

  At cows.

  And thinking.

  But, before he knew what the hell was happening, Quinn felt Ethan’s hand racing up the inside of his thigh, heading straight for his painful har
d-on with Ethan’s name on it.

  * * * *

  What the fuck am I doing?

  Hopefully in the matter of minutes it’d be Quinn he’d be doing. Even if it was Quinn doing the doing, Ethan didn’t care, all he knew was, he had to have Quinn. When Quinn moved for the truck’s door handle, Ethan reached for Quinn’s muscular thigh instead. Ethan didn’t know how it had happened, but now, his hand traveling up the man’s leg, Ethan didn’t care. All he knew was, it was time to live out the fantasy and time to say good-bye to Randall for good.

  Ethan climbed over the center console, angling for a better position. Forcing Quinn’s thighs apart, he massaged the massive bulge in Quinn’s jeans with both hands. “I need to taste your cock.” Ethan verged on begging. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about since I arrived.” He tore at the jeans waistband and lowered the zipper without hesitation. Even in the darkness, Ethan could see the creamy skin of Quinn’s cockhead. Quinn wasn’t wearing any underwear, probably due to the speed in which he had dressed, choosing to go commando to save a precious minute or two. Ethan ran his fingertips over the sensitive skin, prompting a gasp from Quinn. It was warm and firm, and the skin soft under his touch.

  “Damn that feels so good.”

  Quinn’s words echoed in Ethan’s ears. He looked into Quinn’s piercing eyes. “Before I take it any further, we won’t be strange after this, right?”

  “No.” Quinn’s grunted response reverberated in Ethan’s chest.

  Satisfied, Ethan yanked Quinn’s pants as low as he could manage, Quinn’s hard, arching cock bouncing from the restraint of the material. Positioning over it, Ethan wasted no time taking Quinn’s cock into his mouth, the meaty head forcing Ethan to open his mouth wider than he first anticipated. Ethan could tell that Quinn was a big boy by the snug fit of his pants, but Ethan was pleasantly surprised now that he had Quinn’s dick buried deep in his throat.

  Ethan loved sucking cock. He was told that he was good at it. For Ethan, it was a sense of pride that he could satisfy his lovers…but Quinn was different. He didn’t want to just satisfy the man, he wanted Quinn to scream at the top of his lungs when he shot his hot, full load down Ethan’s throat. Through his greedy slurps, Ethan could hear Quinn moan softly from above, feel him gyrate his hips, fucking Ethan’s face. The salty, sweet tang of precum hit the back of Ethan’s tongue, fueling him on. He moaned too as he continued sliding up and down Quinn’s hard shaft, pulsing veins against needful lips. Ethan’s head spun, and his heart thudded quick and steady with each pass he took over Quinn’s delicious dick. Ethan couldn’t believe that finally he was fulfilling this fantasy. He didn’t have to dream anymore, he was living the dream. Cupping Quinn’s balls, Ethan squeezed, forcing the juices to flow from Quinn’s slit. His precum was a steady stream now, mixing with Ethan’s spit to make the perfect lubricant. Ethan moved his grasp higher while still maintaining pressure.

  Writhing, Quinn’s said, “If you keep that up, baby, I’m going to blow my load right now.”

  Ethan stopped and rose to Quinn’s eye level. “I want you to,” he growled. “But you better be ready to follow it up with another.”

  Ethan leaned in and kissed Quinn, hot and heavy. He pushed his tongue into Quinn’s mouth, allowing their tongues to tangle. Quinn’s warm, moist breath raced across Ethan’s face as the rain came down harder outside. They kissed with a sense of urgency, the energy surrounding them palpable. Ethan continued to stroke Quinn’s shaft, up and down, relishing every pulse-pounding second. Tearing himself away from his lover’s lips, Ethan returned to sucking Quinn’s cock with a renewed vigor, two goals in mind, make him scream and make him remember.

  Fist-fucking and sucking hard, Ethan massaged Quinn’s dick with his hands and lips, driving him toward ecstasy.

  “Ethan.” Quinn’s moan sounded more like a plea. “I-I-I’m com—”

  Quinn didn’t finish what he was attempting to say. Pungent juices flooded Ethan’s mouth. Ethan drank, refusing to surrender his harried pace. A deep guttural sound ripped from Quinn, the animalistic noise slicing through the sounds of the night. Convulsions overtook Quinn as Ethan stole every last drop of cum.

  Oh he’ll remember this all right.

  * * * *

  Quinn couldn’t catch his breath. And if he didn’t know any better, he'd swear he was having a heart attack.

  Are you supposed to feel your heartbeat in your throat?

  Taking a few deep breaths, he forced himself to relax. He ran his tongue over his parched lips. “Jesus Christ,” he said. “Where did you learn to do that? What was that anyway?”

  Licking away the last drops of cum off Quinn’s dick, Ethan’s gazed up at Quinn. “I can tell you I didn’t learn that in high school.” He lapped one last time before tucking Quinn away and zipping him up. “Am I safe to assume you enjoyed it?”

  “Safe and want to do it again soon.” Quinn waggled his eyebrows. “After we corral these creatures and drive them home, do you mind slipping into my room—”

  “You mean my room. It says so in my dad’s will,” Ethan joked.

  “Do you want to?”

  “I’d love to.”

  Quinn pulled Ethan in, feeling his hard muscles under his touch. Quinn wanted Ethan, right here right now, but was worried their fathers might become alarmed if they took too long to recover the cows. Quinn leaned in for a kiss, and then another. It was hard to tear himself away from Ethan’s soft, pillowy mouth.

  “I should get out,” he mumbled through a kiss.

  “Probably a good idea and before Frank and Tucker send out a search party. Can you imagine the rumor mill if we got caught in the middle of doing this?” Ethan arched an eyebrow, cocked his head. “Although the thought of getting busted while we bust a nut is oddly exciting.”

  “We can save that appealing little fantasy for when we decide to role-play.” Quinn admitted to himself that he would like to act out a few of his own personal favorite fantasies with Ethan. Reaching down, he maneuvered his still hard cock into a more favorable position. “You coming?” he asked before opening the truck door and stepping out.

  “Not yet, but hopefully soon.” Ethan winked.

  Lightning flashed as the five rogue cows stood motionless, apart from their munching mouths full of grass. Ethan now by his side, Quinn assessed the situation. “You drive the truck, and I’ll push them home. They seem to be a docile bunch.”

  Ethan ran his hand over his dampening hair. “I left the flashlight on the seat.” Before he could dart off, Quinn stopped him. “Don’t bother. I’ll drive them past, and you follow, then I can use the headlights to see where I’m going.”

  “And I can see your hot ass twitching back and forth for two miles. Sounds like the perfect plan.”

  “I hope the view makes you horny, because after we lock up these renegades, I want you to eat out this ass.”

  A funny sound fell from Ethan’s lips, and his eyes appeared glazed. Damn he loved teasing the guy… although he was not teasing him now. He did want Ethan to part his cheeks and rim him until his eyes rolled back in his head and his nuts ached. After that, Quinn intended to fuck Ethan until they fell onto the mattress, becoming one sweating heap of flesh. Just thinking about it made Quinn’s dick jump in his pants.

  Ethan half walked, half stumbled, to the driver’s side of the truck, zombie-like, with an obvious tent in his pants. He waited as Quinn herded the cows in the direction of the farm, then he fell into formation, following slowly.

  The unexpected chore went by quickly, the cows safely locked away in a holding pen by the main barn. Ethan parked the vehicle, got out, and locked it. He appeared nervous, his movements jerky as he handed the keys back to Quinn.

  “You regretting something?” Quinn asked. He sincerely hoped Ethan wasn’t.

  “Back there." He hooked a thumb over his shoulder into the darkness. “I’m normally not that aggressive. I went a little crazy.”

  “If that’s you going crazy, I’ll take it.” Quin
n placed his hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Don’t read too much into it. We’re two consenting adults who needed some comforting. There is nothing wrong with that.”

  “I haven’t slept with anyone but Randall for years,” Ethan admitted. “Even though he cheated, I didn’t. I…couldn’t.” Ethan’s voice cracked. “Believe me, there were times that I thought about it, but in the end, I’m not that kind of man.”

  “You don’t owe me an explanation,” Quinn said. “Anyway, you said it was over between you two. Don’t feel guilty. Guilt is a worthless emotion.”

  “I’m not feeling guilty.” He paused, shuffled his feet. “I don’t know what I’m feeling.”

  Quinn squeezed Ethan’s shoulder. “Hopefully horny.” He couldn’t help but smile.

  Ethan smiled too. “Let’s go.”

  Walking across the lawn, wordlessly, so as not to wake Tucker and Frank, Quinn opened the screen porch door carefully, allowing Ethan to pass first before closing it behind him. Quinn’s goal was to get upstairs and get down to business without any interruptions from curious family members. The goal was thwarted when the kitchen light came on before the two men even made it over the threshold.

  “Damn,” Quinn whispered under his breath.

  Ethan walked into the kitchen, and Quinn followed.

  Tucker stood dressed in a robe, a glass of water in one hand. “Everything go off without a hitch?”

  “Piece of cake, Dad.”

  “Is it hot out there?” Tucker asked.

  “Not particularly,” Quinn responded first. “Why?”

  “You’re flushed.” He lifted the glass and sipped.