Home. Noah had forgotten how much he missed the endless expanse of lush green landscape and the sparkling river. And the trees. Especially the trees. When the leaves whispered in the wind, it made Noah’s heart ache. Whoever had named their small town knew that trees were sanctuaries.
But for all that, home wasn’t a place, it was a person—Quinn. Noah could live anywhere with Quinn. But a life with Quinn was as likely as a sharknado ripping through Sanctuary.
Noah moved away from the window and gazed at his reflection. The mirror was wall mounted and speckled in places. The frame matched the wood dresser beneath it. A handknitted brown and tan spread covered the crude pine bed. The room had been decorated on a meager budget, but it was warm and comforting because Quinn had handcrafted all the furniture himself.
Noah’s bedroom hadn’t changed since he was a kid. Yesterday, when he’d first stepped through the door, he’d felt the walls close in on him. As a kid, this room seemed huge, but now that he was a man, he could see how small it really was. It felt surreal like turning back the clock, but not in a bad way. If only he could—
“Where’s the man of the hour?”
The sound of loud voices traveled up the stairs. More guests had arrived for the party. The community was small, but when everyone attended an event, it could be overwhelming. Noah checked his image in the mirror again. He’d already changed shirts several times, and he still wasn’t sure that he liked the blue chambray shirt he’d put on with his khakis. Why am I making such a big deal out of this? He felt like Marcus primping for one of those stupid frat parties. What difference did it make what color shirt he wore? Stop stalling, he told himself. You can’t stay in your room forever.
Noah stood at the top of the stairs. Below, friends and neighbors were chatting excitedly. Noah had nothing to say to them. He would disappoint them. Anxiety made his stomach churn.
Becca was looking up at him and grinning. “Come down.” She held up a bottle. “Your beer is getting cold.”
Seeing Becca’s familiar face made Noah feel more at home. Luke was a friend too, but Becca was his best friend, an anchor in his storm of emotions. Growing up, Noah had spent a lot of time at their house. When lustful thoughts plagued him, it was a place where Noah could escape. Becca knew he was troubled, but she never pressured Noah or made him feel unwelcome.
Without Becca’s friendship, life would have been hell. Instead, Noah had many wonderful memories. Walking into her house after school and smelling the aroma of fresh-baked cookies. Giggling in the back of the classroom, picnics in the woods, building a treehouse…
Enough is enough. Quinn lost his patience. Noah wasn’t a surly teenager anymore. He could manage a yes or no. Maybe a shower would wake him up. Quinn yanked off Noah’s shoes and socks before he could protest. “Noah, stand up. You’re getting a shower, then off to bed.”
Noah’s head slumped as he shook it.
“Sorry, boy, you stink.” Quinn pulled Noah off the toilet seat and got him in a standing position leaning against the wall. He struggled with the zipper on Noah’s khakis.
Noah tried to push him away. “Get the fuck off me, Quinn.”
“Suddenly you can talk?”
“I mean it. Get off.”
“Or what, smartass?” Quinn yanked Noah’s pants down. “I can still give you a good spanking.”
“You can try.”
“Maybe I will.” Quinn tossed the pants aside, and Noah stood there in his gray boxer briefs. They were snug and revealed a considerable bulge. Quinn looked up at Noah. His eyes were closed, and he was biting his lip as he banged his head against the tiles. He looked like he was in pain. Quinn yanked down the briefs. Noah’s erection was spectacular. “Damn. Becca left you with blue balls.”
Noah growled and muttered under his breath. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Bears were easily aroused, but the boy had to be horny as hell if he still had an erection like that after all the liquor he’d consumed. No wonder he’s an angry bear. “You must be hurting, boy. Better get rid of that built-up sex juice in the shower.”
Noah’s pale face turned beet red. “I’m okay.”
“The hell you are.” Quinn clenched his teeth, ignored his own stiffening cock, and helped Noah off with his shirt. “Stay there.”
Quinn undressed quickly, turned on the shower and helped Noah get under the spray. Noah slipped, and Quinn steadied him. They were so close, their stiff cocks rubbed. Noah’s eyes went wide.
Quinn froze for a second, then he mumbled. “Sorry, boy.”
A silent Noah turned around and put his palms up against the tiled wall. His arms and legs were spread as if he were waiting to be frisked. The power of the bear was evident in Noah’s shoulders and back. Quinn ached for him. He wanted to touch all that smooth, perfect skin, penetrate that magnificent ass, and jerk every last drop of cum from Noah’s dick.
Dear god, what am I thinking? It took every bit of Quinn’s willpower to brush aside those thoughts. “Hang on, Noah. You can take care of business while I give you a quick wash.”
Noah didn’t respond, but his muscles quivered as Quinn put his hands on Noah’s shoulders. He reached around and rubbed Noah’s chest and his nipples. Then he slid his soapy palms down Noah’s back, working his way south until he reached Noah’s hips. Quinn paused. He felt in control of Noah’s body. If he wanted, he could pull Noah’s hips toward his. God help him, he did want. Instead, Quinn moved his slippery hands around to Noah’s chest, then his lower belly. Noah didn’t move. Why doesn’t he relieve himself? Quinn was sorely tempted to take matters in his own hands, fist Noah’s cock and drain it of cum, but he stopped himself. He moved his hands to Noah’s ass, spread his cheeks and washed the crease. Noah groaned, but he still didn’t move.
Quinn was now fully erect. If his control slipped, he might do something stupid. He couldn’t let that happen. It would be better if they both jacked off and relieved the tension.
“Come on, Noah, turn around. I know you’re horny.”