“OK well what time you coming back?”
“No less than four hours. You guys play checkers or something since that there t.v. don't work anymore. I took baseball bat to it a year ago.”
And with that, he shut the door to the cabin. There was an awkward silence between Brock and Lee Ann. They stood staring at each other. They watched as the blue pickup disappeared down the driveway, shrinking to a small blue dot in the distance.
“God this place is cold,” Brock said.
“You're telling me.”
Brock walked over to Lee Ann and put his hand on her elbow. “How long you think he'll really be gone? Didn't you say he came for you early the other day?”
“Yeah, but that has happened only once, and I know he's telling the truth about that deer. It's always taken him at least four hours to harvest his hunt. Mostly more.”
“Well then our little plan worked out great didn't.” Brock took off his shirt.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” she said.
“The real question is, are you?”
“Of course. I need this, there's nothing more exciting than almost getting caught. I know he doesn't suspect a thing because he tells me all the time how much he trusts me. He's completely clueless trust me. Let's do it.”
Brock was much smaller in build than Stetson, and he would almost undoutedly lose in a physical fight. He did have a nice shape to his torso though. His chest muscle stood somewhat farther down his body than normal. He planted a wet kiss on Lee Ann, then ran his hand up her blouse.
“Where do you want to do it?” he asked.
“His bed, of course.”
In the bedroom, Lee Ann stood fully clothed but made Brock take off all this clothes. He was standing naked against the bed, fully erect and shivering and she unwrapped her bra from behind.
“Let me see you totally. Turn around,” she said. He turned around to show her his ass, which was medium sized with a little peach fuzz running along his cheeks. He had a single mole near his waist.
“Aw come on, I'm starting to feel vulnerable here.”
Lee Ann took her pants off, revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear.
“God that's a sight for sore eyes,” Brock said as he hopped on the bed and began performing oral sex on her. She wasn't wet to begin with, but once Brock started licking her pussy, she got lubed up pretty fast. Brock grabbed her thighs with his hands and lapped her up like a hungry puppy, while sat on his elbows and knees, his dick dangling down between his legs, waiting for a nice glove to slide into.
He could taste her juices, like a love potion that energized his own member once they hit his tongue. Pleasure. Ecstasy. Joy, they felt all these emotions run together like melted wax on a tie-dye shirt. Lee Ann grabbed Brock's hair and pulled his head toward her lips for a kiss. Their lips met just at the same time as Brock's penis met her vagina, which had the effect of enhancing each other. It was simultaneously the most sexually charged kiss and emotional thrust Brock had ever performed on entering a woman.
—
Stetson decided he'd just put the deer in a freezer for now, because he was tired, and mostly because he wanted to fuck his girl again like he had last night. He pushed his boot against the pedal a little harder as it sent his blue pickup truck up through the mountain and turned into the driveway. He closed the door and began his walk to the house, curious to find the television wasn't on and the light were off in the dusk of the sunset. He walked over to the window and peeked through.
Just as Brock ejaculated inside Stetson's fiancee, he raised his face from the feminine hair in which it had been buried to see Stetson himself watching him through the window.
“Oh shit.”
“What?” Lee Ann asked.
“I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead dead dead.”
Lee Ann caught Stetson's giant shadow just as he stepped away from the window. “Dear God baby it's not what you think. I promise you,” she yelled through the window.
Brock started crying, and outside Stetson dug through his glove box for a long disused cell phone whose billing plan he had neglected to cancel. Maybe it was because his father shared the only other line on the plan. He dialed a number and waited for an answer.
“Hello,” said a familiar voice.
“Jaylon. I need your help. You got anywhere for me to stay? I'm going to need a place to hide from the police.”
“Why?”
“Because I'm about to commit murder.”
And with that, Stetson put his hand behind the seat of his truck and pulled out a rifle, cocked and fully loaded.
V
In the days after Maddox's death, the social investments Jaidon had made by infiltrating the KKK into virtually every level of government finally paid off. There were just enough of his lawyers, judges, prosecutors, and policemen looking out for Jaidon's interests to get him off on a technicality, essentially claiming in the eyes of the court that Jaidon was acting in self-defense when he stabbed Carter's boyfriend. This did nothing to quell Carter's grief and the confirmation the very thing he feared the most came to pass in the worst possible way. His intuition was on point then, as it was several times in the past. He had known in the days before the incident something horrible was on its way; even hours before it happened, that strange sinking in his stomach was not heartburn or the result of a bad meal—it was heartache, pounding, terrible, painful heartache announcing its arrival. This whole catastrophe strengthened Carter's belief that he should trust his gut. Whenever he could sense an inexplicable push for him to make a move in his life, he vowed never to ignore it again.
But his grief was simply too much to bear, and his family, to whom he was not out of the closet about being gay, noted a marked change in their young son that was unusual for someone when they lose a friend, even a very close one.
For this reason Carter had to finally come out to his family. He feared they would essentially castrate him for being gay, because his mom and dad were loving, but fearful of anything different. He feared their reaction also because several of his peers had tried coming out lately across the nation and were met with murderous intentions from their families. He feared their reaction because his entire family, despite their lovingness, harbored an unconscious hatred for people not part of their group; they were uneducated even by high school standards, they were working class and kept to themselves, and they were altogether of a different era in the nation's history.
Even though he feared all this, their reaction was nonetheless accepting and loving; maybe it was because they were shocked by the grief he was experiencing. They suggested he go see his older brother Jaylon Simmons, who left the carney trade long ago, to live in the mountains on his own ranch. He maintained contact with his father and mother, but because they traveled through the nation nonstop, Carter didn't have much of a relationship with his brother.
When Carter arrived at Jaylon's cabin home in the mountains, Jaylon informed him that Jaylon had a friend who needed his help just as much as Carter did.
“What's happened to him?” Carter asked.
“He doesn't want to talk about it.”
“Well can't you tell me?”
“No I can't. I don't betray my friends.”
Carter had ask his family to contain the news of his homosexuality and that his brother should only know that a “very good friend” had passed away. They conceded this to Carter. So he wondered what kind of relationship his brother had with this mysterious cowboy friend of his. The most Jaylon would admit was that they'd been friends from long ago and were just now getting back in touch due to changes in his life.
“What's his name?”
“Stetson Carthswaite.”
Carter thought about it. He had always had a near uncontrollable sex drive, which had all but completely vanished when he lost Maddox. But it had been over a year, so things were definitely getting better. Carter always had a sexual fantasy of turning a straight gay—the most masculine, unapproachable
, hopelessly straight male you could find, suddenly finds himself capable of full-on gay attraction to the same sex. Carter had wondered why this fantasy had pervaded his mind so intensely so early in his life, and he finally concluded that there was something about guys he wanted to get close to, to understand. This was why he found himself somewhat uncomfortable around his own sex as a child. The sexual fascination was just another indication of his intense interest in men; having sex with them brought him only so close. He wanted to know just exactly how their minds worked, what certain facial expressions meant about their inner life, and why did acted the way they did. Having sex with young men helped him achieve this, but young men were unformed, not yet fully in touch with their masculine sides, which would come with time. This was particulary true of young gay men. But straight males past the age of 30 were the epitome of whatever intangible quality Carter wanted to understand and get close to.
When he finally met Stetson, he was floored by his similarity to Maddox. It was as if Maddox had never died, but simply transferred his soul into another human being, who encapsulated everything Maddox would've been as a grown male—tall, silent, strong, and mysterious. And indeed, the feelings he had had for Maddox when they first met in that bar on Bourbon street mirrored the near instantaneous feelings he developed upon first meeting Stetson.
“Carter, this is Stetson,” Jaylon said.
“Hi sir,” Carter said, holding out his hand to his new crush.
“Howdy.” Stetson seemed a little distracted, and without a doubt completely and utterly uninterested in meeting Carter. There was no doubt in Carter's mind that his new love interest was straight.
Jaylon grabbed his keys. “OK guys let's go. This fence won't build itself.” They were building Jaylon's boss a new white fence for his horses.
They spent the day cutting wood, sanding edges into the perfect pristine shape Jaylon's boss wanted.
“I'll work down yonder,” Stetson told them, resetting his beige cowboy hat on his head and walked down several hundred yards from them.
“Are we talking too much?” Carter asked Jaylon when Stetson was out of earshot.
“No, he just needs to be alone lately. He's got a lot to think about. Give the guy a break.”
“I didn't mean to pry. Why are you so protective of him?”
“He's my friend Carter. What else do you expect? Have I told him about your friend?”
“No you haven't, hopefully.”
“Well then lay off.” Jaylon walked off to work by himself.
That night, Carter noticed after he was taking a shower that the doorway to his bedroom gave him a viewpoint straight into Stetson's room. He watched Stetson himself take off his shirt and hang up his hat on the edge of the doorknob. He didn't know he was being watched. His chest was in top shape, massive and wide. He took his pants, standing in blue cotton underwear and hung the pants on the edge of the door. He scratched his pubic hair as he took off his underwear to sleep naked. Carter surprised himself by getting a hard on for the first time since his boyfriend died last year. And Stetson reminded him so much of Maddox—he was the older, more mature, more masculine version of Maddox—yet there was no hope of ever getting a shot with the guy. Carter thought maybe the second best choice would be to simply jerk off to the idea of having sex with Stetson, as he watched him sleep naked in bed. He imagined Stetson come into the room, shirtless but still in jeans, his tan skin glowing softly in the lamplight. It was quiet outside, as he could hear the frogs croak by the lake outside. Carter was pinned frozen by anxiety on the bed as Stetson walked into the room and shut the door quietly so Jaylon wouldn't hear them. He put his black hat on the doorknob and finally locked eyes with Carter. His eyes were a bright blue, full of affection for Carter, but also a sexual hunger. Carter could feel the air tight with sexual tension, and vibes of hunger emanated from Stetson's body. At this point in Carter's imagination, he was fully erect in his bed, lying only in his underwear.
Stetson sat on the bed without saying anything. His breathing was soft but firm and strong. He looked at Carter as he reached down as planted a kiss on his lips. Carter practically came in his underwear, but couldn't touch himself as he wanted to.
Stetson put his hands on Carter's chest and began sucking on his nipples. At this point, maybe because his sexual vitality had just reawakened, Carter came on himself, breaking the fantasy abruptly. He lay there with his hand on his dick and come on his stomach for several minutes before cleaning up and going to bed.
The next day, as they were working on the fence, which was almost done at this point, Jaylon worked alone, and Stetson worked on the fence not more than ten yards away from Carter. Carter painted in silence, catching glimpses of the guy in his peripheral vision. He thought of Maddox and how much he missed him, and what they'd be doing if things had not gone so terribly wrong.
A truck gate closed abruptly, snapping Carter out of his reverie.
“You coming with me?” Stetson addressed Carter.
“Um yah,” Carter could barely get the words out of his mouth as he half skipped half ran to the truck as Stetson put the gear in drive.
They sat in silence as the blue truck traveled down the mountain. Carter started to roll down the window before worrying about whether Stetson would want that. Maybe he should ask him, he thought.
“Is it OK if I roll down the window?”
Stetson didn't even look over, much less answer. There was nothing but silence between them. That Stetson wouldn't even bother answering him was bothersome to Carter, who wondered why Stetson hated him. He didn't even know him!
Carter rolled the window down anyway as the wind pushed back his hair, revealing his forehead.
They pulled into the hardware store where a crowd of people were migrating from the local flea market. Stetson put the car in park and slammed the door to the truck, leaving Carter to wonder whether he even wanted him to follow after. He rolled up the window and sat there in anger for a few moments. Through the window he could Stetson stop at the door of the store, as he stood awkwardly waiting for Carter to get out of the car and follow him inside.
He followed behind Stetson in lock step down the narrow aisles as he searched for the right tool for the job. They went down the aisle toward the nails, walking faster and faster until Stetson stopped.
“Damn,” he said.
“What is it?” Carter asked.
Stetson once again didn't answer.
“Sir can I help you find something?” the clerk behind Carter asked. Stetson finally looked up over Carter's shoulder at the clerk behind him.
“Phillips head. You got 'em?”
“Yes sir, one aisle over, right here hanging off the edge of this clip.”
Stetson moved past Carter in the narrow aisle and his hand brushed over Carter's thigh. The place where his hand touched stung with chemistry. Carter's penis began growing ever so slightly.
“Not here,” Carter thought. “Not here of all places.” He dreaded having to hide his erection in front of Stetson.
He followed Stetson to the register, putting his hands on the counter, child-like, as he watched Stetson pull out the cash from his back pocket. Several people were laughing through the window loudly. But the laughs turned very quickly into screams. The screams grew more in number, and it became clear there was something the matter going on outside. The screams triggered the same panic Carter had felt the night he lost Maddox. Those moments, which had plagued Carter in the months after the trauma, thankfully had grown smaller in frequency by the time he'd moved in with Jaylon. But this was noticeably more alarming, and he could see people fighting outside the door as he forgot about Stetson for the moment and walked out of the store. The panic he felt grew horrible when he caught the sight of a familiar black-haired, green-eyed devil. It was, of all the people he could meet, Jaidon Marsh.
VI
This time the group was far less static, because the townspeople hated Jaidon Marsh. Two boys were fighting him, and he was
beating the shit of them. When he finally had them down for the count, he looked up at the crowd.
“You got anymore, bitches!?”
The group backed off, now somewhat frightened. Jaidon brandished that same familiar glimmering piece of metal from his pocket. He locked eyes with Carter and instantly recognized him.
“Well if it isn't that little bitch. How's your boy? He six feet under? You're about to join him.” This time, Jaidon didn't even waste any time with small talk and barreled in Carter's direction. Before he came close enough to cause any harm, though, a giant hand grabbed Jaidon's knife out from his hand and knocked his lights out.
Stetson came to Carter's rescue this time.
He crushed Jaidon's fingers with the immense power of his paw.
“Oh God stop. It hurts.”
“I'm gonna say this once boy. So you listen good. If you so much as look at that kid again I'll come find you and finish this here hand and whatever else you got to crush. You hear? I know you and your kind. You don't know me and you don't want to neither.”
Jaidon had tears of frustration running down his cheeks. He nodded quickly, then Stetson let him go. Jaidon ran off wailing in pain.
For the first time, Stetson looked in Carter's eyes.
On the drive home, they again sat in silence. There was a different air, though. Before Carter wondered if Stetson hated him, but now he could tell instead the silence indicated something a little more affectionate on Stetson's part. He was protective of Carter. So he knew he could roll down the window without worrying about offending Stetson.
“Why'd you do that?” Carter asked.
“Do what,” Stetson said.
“Help me.”
“You needed it,” Stetson said. He spit in his dip cup without saying anything more.
Later that night, Stetson, Jaylon and Carter sat around the kitchen table of the cabin eating chicken fajitas in silence. Stetson got up and went out on the back porch to dip his snuff and watch the stars.
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