Rainbow Hill

by Alex Carreras

  “It must’ve been the walk home,” Quinn replied.

  “Is it windy?” Tucker leveled his gaze at Ethan’s tousled hair that was even messier than before. “It must be,” he said before the guys could answer him. “Your hair is all over the place.”

  “Rough sleeper,” Ethan said, touching his hand to his head. “I didn’t comb it before I went out.”

  “Huh,” is all Tucker said.

  “Are you finished with the questions?” Ethan asked.

  “I guess you’re grumpy ’cause your sleep got interrupted.” Tucker took another sip, peering at Ethan from over the edge of the glass, then to Quinn.

  “I’m not grumpy.” Ethan walked past Tucker and headed upstairs.

  “Night,” Quinn and Ethan chimed simultaneously, Quinn stifling back laughter.

  “Night, boys,” Tucker returned.

  * * * *

  “Good God, my father knows,” Ethan said, taking the stairs two by two.

  Quinn chuckled, and Ethan shushed him.

  “This is not funny,” Ethan said. “It’s embarrassing.”

  “You’re a grown man.”

  “Not in this house, I’m not.”

  Ethan felt Quinn grab his ass. He darted around, stumbling. “Stop that.”

  “Now you’re a prude?” Quinn joked. “The guy in my truck surely wasn’t a prude. He was hot.”

  Quinn’s admission made Ethan’s nipples perk and his cock throb for Quinn’s attention. Instead of stopping in his room, he headed straight for Quinn’s. Slipping into the room, Quinn closed the door behind them. Ethan wasted no time stripping Quinn of his T-shirt. A small table lamp was still illuminated, and the amber glow fell across Quinn’s flawless skin. He was such a perfect man physically, Ethan thought. His shoulders were wide and chest defined. Placing his arms around Quinn, Ethan explored his strong back, racing over the firm muscles. Passion burned inside him as his hands continued down past Quinn’s jeans waistband. He kneaded Quinn’s hefty ass as Quinn licked and chewed a path along Ethan’s neck straight to his earlobe.

  “You’re driving me mad,” Quinn said. “You make me so wet. So hot.”

  Ethan was wet also. He felt the ooze from his hard cock dampening his underwear. Unlike Quinn, he was too proper to go without any, no matter what the emergency.

  Holding each other in a tight embrace and walking as best as they could to the bed, Quinn had Ethan take a seat on the edge. “My turn to see what you’ve been hiding,” he said, his hands groping at Ethan’s zipper as he knelt before him.

  On finding his cock, Quinn took hold of Ethan’s hard-on with both fists and began to pump the engorged shaft. Ethan reached and slid his pants and underwear down to pool around his ankles. The vision of Quinn stroking his cock, semen dripping from his slit, drove Ethan into a state of frenzy.

  “That feels incredible.” Ethan gyrated his hips pumping into the fleshy, slick tunnel of Quinn’s hands. “I’ve wanted you to do this for so long. I used to masturbate late into the night imagining this.”

  “I used to jack off thinking about you too.”

  Ethan felt light-headed, and it wasn’t solely from Quinn’s skillful manipulations. “Are you just saying that?” He heard the blood rushing in his ears.

  Quinn shook his head and went in for a quick lick of precum. “I wouldn’t joke about that. You were so intriguing. Different.”

  “Funny, that’s what I thought about you.”

  Angling forward, Quinn took Ethan’s cock entirely, slamming down to the base. He paused and kneaded the root with his lips. Ethan’s thighs quaked from the incredible sexual act that took talent.

  The man must not have a gag reflex.

  Pulling back, Quinn slid up the shaft, long and slow, and encircled the cockhead with his tongue before slamming down again.

  “I can’t help but take the lord’s name in vain but,” Ethan began, “Jesus Christ… you… are… incredible.”

  Quinn’s shoulders began to shake as a low vibration radiated throughout Ethan’s cock and balls. He must have found that humorous, Ethan thought. And if so, Ethan was prepared to tell every joke he’d ever heard, anything to keep the man laughing, the sensation a new and welcomed one.

  Ethan arched his back and inhaled a deep, relaxing breath. Having his cock well serviced was his favorite sexual act, next to getting his ass well and truly fucked. And with a cock the size of a baseball bat, Ethan was certain Quinn would fulfill that requirement. Ethan rocked back and forth relishing in the warmth of Quinn’s mouth. Thoughts of his life in DC dissolved with every suck and lick. Here, right now, Ethan had no financial issues, no housing issues, and above all, no boyfriend issues. All he had to focus on was what was going on between his legs this very instant.

  Continuing to pump languorously, Ethan allowed himself to float in the delightful sensations as all of life’s stresses fell away. “You are amazing,” he whispered, spreading his thighs wider to allow Quinn deeper access to his throbbing cock. Sounds of slick flesh filled Ethan’s ears. He gazed down just in time to see Quinn take him fully. Ethan bucked against Quinn’s lips, fighting back the urge to groan. He needed to be silent so as not to call attention to their lovemaking. It was embarrassing enough that Tucker suspected that something happened between them already.

  Angling back onto the bed, Ethan pleaded, “Please fuck me. I need you.” He wanted to admit that it had been too long since another man had entered him, but decided that it was too much to divulge that Randall had passed him up for other men, leaving Ethan feeling hollow and unattractive.

  Quinn crawled from the floor and half stood before positioning himself over Ethan on the bed. “I want you to be sure. What I said earlier, don’t let me pressure you into something you don’t want to do.”

  “I want you,” Ethan assured. “Do you have—?”

  “I do,” Quinn finished, referring to a condom. “But I have to admit, when I returned to Jefferson, I didn’t think I would have the opportunity to use one.”

  “You only have just one?” Ethan’s slow smile said he was joking.

  Kind of.

  Rolling onto his shoulder blades, Ethan grabbed behind his knees, his legs splayed.

  Quinn gazed at Ethan’s offering. “Even this part of you is perfect.” He leaned in and kissed Ethan’s bud.

  Ethan gasped for air; overwhelmed by the most intimate touch a man could give another man. “What do you mean?” He had to ask what Quinn meant.

  “That you’re perfect.” Quinn’s lips touched him again. “Every square inch of you.”

  Ethan closed his eyes, relishing in the tongue bath. His abdomen buzzed with excitement for what was to come. Darting in and out and each thrust deeper than before, warm tears pricked the backs of Ethan’s eyes as Quinn’s hands massaged his buttocks and thighs.

  “Take me.” Ethan’s voice sounded desperate and full of need. “Now.”

  Reaching for the bedside table, Quinn removed a condom and a bottle of lube and handed it to Ethan. “I want you to do this.” His gaze burned into Ethan. “Can you do this for me?”

  Taking the condom and lube, Ethan set the clear plastic bottle onto the mattress and tore the foil packet. Removing it, he slid the latex sleeve over Quinn’s cock, dripping with precum. Quinn pulsed under Ethan’s touch, and his breath was ragged.

  “I’m so sensitive.” His voice became rough, sexy. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any other man.”

  Ethan felt the same way as he drizzled the lubricant over Quinn’s engorged cock.

  Smoothing the liquid over his dick and hurrying the process, Quinn growled, “Turn over. I want to take you on your knees.”

  Ethan flipped into place, arched his back, and waited. Quinn’s lubed finger traveled over his aching bud. “You want my cock?” Quinn teased, forcing in a finger. “You sure you can take it?”

  “Do you want me to beg?” Ethan looked over his shoulder, Quinn’s broad chest igniting his sexual desire even more. “Yes, I’
m begging. Fuck me.”

  Quinn pressed the head of his cock against Ethan’s hole and waited for the muscle to accommodate his girth.

  “More,” Ethan said.

  Gently, at first, Quinn took Ethan inch by inch. Pain flashed to intense pleasure, and the slow, sweet ride escalated into a sweat-filled fucking. Stifling grunts and groans as best they could, the men made love until Ethan’s hole burned with lust and his nuts jumped and tightened. Reaching down and savoring the prostate massage, Ethan jacked his cock, hard.

  He wanted to shoot.

  Needed to shoot.

  Faster, Ethan fucked his hand as Quinn fucked him from behind. Heart hammering against his ribs, Ethan’s vision exploded with a bright light. “I-I-I’m going to shoot,” he warned.

  Quinn hammered hard as ropes of cum saturated the sheets below Ethan. Convulsion arrested Ethan’s muscles, and he bucked against the rhythmic movement of Quinn.

  “I…am…there.” A guttural groan ripped from Quinn as the man unloaded his juice deep within Ethan. Milking Quinn with his internal muscles, Ethan delighted in the whimpers and cries falling from his lover’s lips. Ethan knew Quinn was spent when he felt the full weight of the man fall onto his back, sweating and heaving.

  They lay side by side, their limbs tangled tightly together, as sleep overtook them.

  * * * *

  Ethan opened his eyes but refrained from stretching. He wanted to stay wrapped in the warm comfort of Quinn’s muscular arms forever and was afraid if he even blinked too hard, he’d wake Quinn and that would be the end of that. Ethan risked raising his head ever so slightly to peer at Quinn’s slumbering face, he couldn’t resist. Dark stubble with a touch of auburn defined his square jaw, and a loose eyelash rested precariously on his cheek. Should I blow and make a wish? he mused. But he already had what he wanted, Quinn’s body flush against his. Ethan even chose to ignore the sound of an engine coming up the drive, the crunch of gravel against tires just outside the open window. He didn’t care. He was positive it had nothing to do with him, probably a seasonal farmhand looking for summer work or a friend of Tucker’s or Frank’s stopping by to check on things. It was their business, not Ethan’s. He intended to stay like this for as long as humanly possible. Even if the person outside was for him, which the odds were slim, Frank or Tucker would fetch him.

  Shit!

  He wasn’t in his room. He strained to listen for baritone voices in conversation, but all he heard was the sound of Quinn’s rhythmic breathing mixed with morning birdsong. Ethan knew he only had a few more minutes before he had to make the journey down the hall to get ready for the day. Between the painters that were coming to work on the exterior of three outbuildings, which were now an interesting shade of green, soon to be a brilliant eye-catching red, and Nikki dropping off samples of candles and rag dolls she insisted were “sweet” by local craft makers, Ethan didn’t know where he was going to fit in a trip to town for more appropriate work shoes, along with a stopover at the bakery to inquire if they were interested in selling their goods at Oak Hill. Truthfully, all Ethan wanted to do was stay in bed the entire day, wrapped in Quinn’s comfort.

  Feeling his cock grow erect, Ethan flexed his sore buttock muscles, brushing the underside of his dick against Quinn’s hip. Ethan inhaled Quinn’s unique scent as thoughts of Quinn making love to him overtook Ethan, erasing any thoughts of work. Ethan wanted Quinn to fuck him again, urgently. Desperately.

  Running his hand over Quinn’s sinewy chest, his soft chest hairs tickling Ethan’s fingers, Quinn began to stir.

  “Hey, baby,” Quinn said, his voice thick with sleep. “You ready for some more?”

  “How can you tell?”

  “You’re oozing on my hip.”

  “I won’t apologize because it’s your fault,” Ethan returned, snuggling closer.

  “What did I do? I was sleeping.”

  “You’re very attractive when you’re asleep.”

  Quinn smiled that smile that made Ethan dizzy, and painfully hard. Thankfully, Ethan wasn’t standing, but he still felt the need to grab on to something. “I thought I was ridiculously hard?” he said.

  In an instant, Quinn had Ethan pinned to the bed, his strong thighs straddling him to the mattress, his erection pushing against Ethan’s. He leaned in close. “Last night was insane,” he whispered in Ethan’s ear through a ragged breath. “Fucking epic.”

  Ethan struggled ever so slightly against Quinn’s grasp. It was exciting to imagine Quinn tying him up and taking advantage of him in every imaginable way. “You need to do it again before all hell breaks loose.” Ethan arched his neck and lapped at Quinn’s succulent lips. “I’d ask if you’re up for it, but I can feel you already are.”

  Quinn kissed back, sliding his tongue into Ethan’s mouth.

  He tasted of sleep and sex.

  Ethan slid his hands down Quinn’s rigid back to his swelling mounds, squeezed. He needed this man inside him, filling him completely, to fuck him good.

  “I’m always ready to take that sweet ass, babe.”

  “Quinn?” Tucker’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Are you awake?”

  Quinn froze.

  “Shit.” Ethan pressed his index finger against his lips. “I’m not here.”

  “Then where are you?”

  “Certainly not under you.”

  Quinn cleared his throat. “Yep.”

  “Is Ethan in there with you? I knocked on his door, but he didn’t answer.”

  “Uhh…Nope. Maybe he went for a run.”

  Ethan gave Quinn a thumbs-up. Good one, he mouthed.

  “Well, if you see him, would you let him know that Randall’s here and waiting in the kitchen?”

  Ethan scrambled from under Quinn, almost pushing him off the bed and crashing to the floor. Ethan didn’t know what to do. Should I give myself up and tell Tucker to make up some story to send Randall back to Washington, or should I actually go for that run and never come back? On the brink of hyperventilating, Ethan took a few deep breaths and began to pray.

  Quinn pointed to the door. “Go tell him you’re in here,” he whispered. “I’m sure he’s figured it out.”

  Cringing, Ethan wrapped a towel, which was hanging on a hook on the back of the bedroom door, around his waist.

  He cracked the door and smiled. “Good morning, Dad.”

  “For some maybe,” Tucker said, his brows stitched together, “but not for you. And probably not for that guy downstairs either.”

  “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Can you please stall him?”

  “That’s your boyfriend?”

  “Yes.” Ethan deflated. “Why? What did he say?”

  “It’s not what he said but how he said it.”

  “He can be—” Ethan paused and searched for a word. “Misunderstood sometimes.”

  Tucker made a derisive noise that Ethan recognized from his youth. It was normally reserved for those uncommon occasions when Tucker didn’t care for a person, which were few and far between. Tucker Stokes liked everyone with the exception of—

  “He said my house was rustic and charming.” Tucker’s face looked pinched as if his underwear were too tight.

  “That’s nice.” Ethan forced a tight-lipped smile and held his breath.

  “I recognize fancy city talk, Ethan. Let me translate. He called my home, your home, old and repugnant.”

  Ethan made a dismissive movement with his hand. “You’re being too sensitive. He’s a high-end interior designer, remember? They think everything should look like the first-class lounge at JFK Airport.”

  “I wouldn’t know what that looks like.”

  “Me either,” Quinn added from behind and Ethan felt a bead of sweat running down his spine.

  “I don’t like inhospitable guests in my home.”

  “He’s not a guest because he’s not staying.” The words came out like machine gun fire.

  “That packed bag sitting in the hallway says something e
lse.” That bead of sweat turned into a river.

  Ethan shifted his towel. “Please go downstairs and keep him company while I get dressed.”

  “He’s not sitting down there alone. He’s having a drink with Frank.”

  Quinn moaned as Ethan gripped the doorframe. “Of what?”

  “Whiskey.” Tucker shrugged. “Maybe gin?”

  “It’s not even nine o’clock in the morning.”

  “Randall didn’t seem to care,” Tucker returned. “He poured three fingers himself. No one twisted his arm.”

  “Can’t you offer him coffee like normal people?”

  “Firstly, I did but he turned it down. Second, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there is hardly anything normal around here these days.”

  Tucker leaned in and whispered, “So you two boys have finally got together.”

  Ethan wanted to disappear into the floorboards. “Yes, we are,” he paused, completely uncomfortable with where the direction of the conversation was headed, “hanging out.” Ethan knew his description was lame, but what exactly was he going to tell his father? That they had each other every way imaginable and Ethan couldn’t wait to do it again? Feeling a little lame was fine for now. “Please go take that drink away from Randall or at the very least don’t let him have another. He gets haughty when he drinks.”

  “Is that a nice word for asshole?”

  “Pretty much,” Ethan admitted.

  Tucker grumbled something that Ethan couldn’t understand, but whatever it was, he didn’t care because Tucker turned and headed for the kitchen.

  Ethan closed the door, his heart wedged in his throat. “R-R-Randall’s never visited before. Why in the holy hell is he here?”

  Quinn stretched and rested his hands behind his head. “Can’t be good. Ulterior motive perhaps?”

  “Why would you say that?” Ethan felt anger bubbling just below the surface, but didn’t understand why. He promised himself that he wouldn’t defend Randall’s actions anymore, that he wasn’t responsible for him. Ethan made a move for his clothes. He didn’t care if they were still damp from last night’s rain, the sooner he got dressed and downstairs, the sooner he could send Randall back to DC. Ethan wasn’t ready for whatever motivated Randall to make the hour journey to Jefferson, and he didn’t have the patience for any more excuses and lies.