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Niels Voss

Gender: male

Age: 24 years

Height: 1,83m

Hair colour: natural: brown dyed: black

Eye colour: chestnut

Sexual Orientation: homosexual

Occupation: student - psychology major

Biography:

Niels was a child of the big city with notoriously busy parents who had high expectations in their son and gave the boy a strict schedule from an early age on. Magdalene Voss, his mother, worked as a tax officer and his father, KarstenVoss was a dentist. In the busy business district of the city he grew up in he didn’t have much contact with other children as young as him and he spend more time with adults, be that his nanny, the neighbours or relatives than with people his age. He was mostly focussed on himself, the schedules he got from his mother and the groups he went to according to the schedule, he had difficulties to bond with other kids as well because his behaviour was a little off and nearly no one was there alone but all had some friend from the neighbourhood with them.

 

School wasn’t much different. He was not really noticed, neither was he an outcast or popular, it was more like he was a ghost everyone looked right through, who sat in the classroom doing his tasks. He had to reach middle-school to find two friends and they got along quite well and he actually brought them home too - when it fit in the schedule his mother had still forced upon him that was. However the change that had been positive and had improved his social skills a lot turned into a disaster soon. High-school came and with it the first house party on Halloween he had actually been invited to and there one of his two friends had started to act oddly and she had generally been weird and when they had been alone in the pavilion she had started to say funny things and had pressed her lips onto his. Niels who had suspected, almost been certain that he was gay froze how he was and just sat there like a puppet what she misread as him being shy. So she took his hand placing it onto her tits and he pulled away yelling ‘I’m gay’ into her face.

 

That didn’t go so well since she turned out to be an entitled bitch who couldn’t take the reasonable and not personal rejection so she went on to not only tell anyone that he was gay but also to slander him and make fun of him. This led to a lot of people in the new high-school picking on him and mocking him and he didn’t feel like trusting anyone in that school anymore because he struggled to even tell apart who just wanted to mock him and who talked to him seriously. He came to like a guy but he never approached him and just let it be. How less he understood people however led him to get into psychology and he used his high-school years to research and learn about the human mind a lot what helped him a great deal to improve his bad social skills.

 

College was the rescue he had longed for although he had to leave the state and live in a dorm room. He got along with the people although he wasn’t the most well known or popular student either and he found new friends, one in his roommate Brandon who majored in engineering. After some years in college he searched for a new hairdresser in the city because cutting his hair alone had gone pretty wrong that one time and there he had crushed on Wesley, his new hairdresser who was around his own age and it was nothing compared to the mild crushea he had gotten before. His feelings got returned and they became a couple for three years until Wesley broke up with him over the phone after Niels losing track and contact again for a month when he had been too focussed on his studying schedule so much so that he had forgotten his surroundings again.

 

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A buffalo was raising its head looking him right into his eyes with its black orbs that reminded of black buttons whilst chewing on a bunch of dry grass resting within itself while they were driving past the wide, seemingly endless fields. It stood a little separate from the herd and although Niels and the buffalo were eye in eye the student seemed to stare right through it. Regardless of him having peered out of the window constantly ever since they had left the airport after their delayed flight, what had been three to four hours by now, he didn’t pay close attention to his surroundings and the amazing landscapes that were so different from everything he was used to.

 

The pale man who had dyed his naturally brown hair black after his painful break up because it had seemed like a really great idea in that moment – he had no idea how he had come to think that but he had found that he kinda liked it anyway – was deep in his thoughts, his forehead pressed against the glass of the window that had long stopped to be cooling in any way. Voss was sweating like crazy, so much so that his light black shirt was sticking on his body. The worker from his friend’s family’s farm had informed them right away when he had picked them up from the airport that air condition in the truck was broken.

 

Niels had truly imagined this summer to be much different. It had been supposed to be so perfect, so happy, full of fun and activity and affection. He had finally wanted to take Wesley to his home city, show him around and attend a festival and just enjoying the summer together being close. Well shit, none of that would happen. Because Wesley had broken up with him over the phone… the bloody phone… after three years of being together. The hairdresser had actually claimed that one couldn’t count three years because Niels had not been around anyway although the shop he worked in had only been half an hour walk away from the university. He had been so furious and then there had been all those insults as if he had come to hold a true grudge against him. He had ripped apart their relationship, had talked it into insignificance saying that it wasn’t a relationship if one party apparently didn’t care at all. Had yelled at him that Voss had not even seen the text where he had broken up with him a week ago. It had been painful to hear him speak like this and he had felt bad and shocked too because he had not realised this. He had not realised how much he had overworked himself and been buried into his studies again to the point where he had neglected his boyfriend and his relationship that had meant so much to him completely.

 

In an attempt to save it he had apologised, he had shown understanding and had almost fucking begged him, just almost and that should mean something, to talk about this again, to work on this together, to analyse it and he had promised he’d improve as a boyfriend and he wouldn’t neglect him again but Wesley had had none of it. He had snorted and laughed and had hissed at him telling him that Niels was not his shrink and that although his psychology shit was apparently the most important thing in his life he shouldn’t try this rubbish with him, that it was over and that he had given him enough chances. Maybe he had but he had never talked about the issue with him before that year. If he had actually bottled that up he had heard from it the first time when he had called him to dump him. Not only that, he had really felt like the other should have given him a chance, it wasn’t like he had done something unforgivable like cheating on him or something.

 

It had crippled him. He had never felt that hurt, not even when the whole class in high-school had laughed about him on that Halloween party because of that backstabbing cunt he had thought had been his friend. His mind had been constantly focussed on the break-up and he had not left his bed anymore. He had been lying around in the dorm room either staring at the ceiling drinking beer or staring at the TV drinking beer and watching brainless reality TV to anaesthetise his brain but it had not worked. He had looked onto a boring, lonely, heartbroken, depressing summer at home where his parents would be there one evening to go out for dinner with him, see his grades, his mother would pat him and hug him if she saw all the A+’s and would buy him something as a reward and his father would punch his shoulder and proudly say ‘you are my son, definitely’ as he always did and he’d make a copy of his grades to take with him to work and show his assistants and his patients how good his son was doing in college and that Niels would certainly become an internationally renowned psychiatrist one day.

 

That had only depressed him more and had made him sink deeper into the emptiness that had seemed to surround him and that seemingly had been his life and that had fed the circles of self-pity further. That was until Brandon his friend and roommate had not been able to see this anymore. Not only had he opened the window shades and then the window, he had turned the bed around so that he had fallen out of it telling him that he stank and needed to take a shower, that they’d go out and that he would accompany him to his home which was a ranch located where the crows flew backwards.

 

And here he was now. In a truck with broken air condition surrounded by nothing but fields and buffalos and sheep and whatever else and he was not any more excited about this than he had been when his friend had insisted that he wouldn’t take no for an answer and that he’d fly over with him.

Brandon looked all too enthralled and he apparently couldn’t wait to get back home. For a moment Niels asked himself whether he’d prefer to be at home now too than in the middle of nowhere but he figured it didn’t make a difference. He didn’t want to be anywhere anyway hence it didn’t matter if he stared at fields and farm animals or crowded streets, neon-lights and heavy traffic.

 

“We‘ll be there any minute now!” Brandon rejoiced next to him, the dark blond man with the short hair was wearing a red hoody and he smiled widely while the truck was bumping thanks to the totally awesome infrastructure this place had. Niels felt a hand smacking onto his back not once, not twice, no three times. “You’ll see that’ll be awesome bro. We can do whatever we want, we’ll have barbeques, we can chill in the pool, we can ride some horses, or we can try to sit on or push some cows if dad isn’t anywhere near. And I’m sure my mother has some great food prepared for us. She makes my favourite chocolate cake every time I get home for summer break as dessert. It’s delicious, I tell you. I’m not too much of a cake fan but this is the best ever!” he raved about their stay and Voss gave him a faint, fake smile and shoved his glasses back onto his nose.

 

Brandon however wasn’t finished just yet. “I am also certain that we’ll drive into the nearby village that is just half an hour from the ranch too a couple of times. We can buy stuff there and we can hang out in the pub. Honestly, even if no one here would openly admit it like you do bro but I am sure that there is at least one guy in your age range who is gay too. His name is Kevin; I went to school with him. He is a pretty buff guy, he once wrestled a buffalo, I’m serious man he did, I’m sure you guys can get it on, I mean you’re both guys it’s really simple isn’t it. Just some eye contact and you can disappear and relieve all the frustration and forget that stupid little hairdresser. I am actually kinda jealous how easy it must be. Much more complicated when you’re hetero.” He said and had Voss felt rather dead inside a moment ago he was now starting to get irritated. “Shut up!” he just said and Brandon looked at him confused. “What? I’m trying to cheer you up here!” his friend stated and Niels sighed. “Please stop trying you aren’t doing a good job at it.” He let him know and Brandon pouted looking out of the other window. “Why? Kevin looks good. If I was into guys I…” the blond man started again and Niels stopped him. “I didn’t doubt that. But I actually had feelings for my ex-boyfriend do you understand that. It’s not just fucking. You watch too much TV and youtube.” He told the other clearly and Brandon mused. “But that sucks bro! I thought it would be really chill to be gay.” His friend said and he actually did manage to cheer him up after all because Niels was at least slightly chuckling at that.

 

The house that belonged to the ranch came into sight; it was nice, idyllic and spacious! The worker just parked the truck, told them he’d see them later and disappeared to catch up on his work that he had had to pause to drive four hours to the airport to pick them up and then four hours back to the ranch. Brandon and Niels got their suitcases from the truck and carried them towards the entrance up the stairs of the lanais. When Brandon rang the door bell more than just one dog started to bark inside the house and it didn’t take long and the door was opened. The black haired stepped inside together with his friend and while he closed the door Brandon got first jumped at by three dogs and then went over to hug his family.

 

Niel’s chestnut coloured eyes behind their glasses took in the environment he was standing in as well as the other man’s family. Brandon’s younger sister who looked as if she was nineteen or twenty was standing there smiling at her returning brother when he hugged his mother who looked a lot like Brandon. His gaze however got literally hooked on his friend’s father and he had to remind himself not to stare. Brandon’s father was handsome, he wasn’t only handsome he was hot, hot enough to make him hold his breath. His eyes were examining his face and features, he was taking in his built and the way he carried himself and he almost forgot to introduce himself. But only almost! “Hello, I’m Niels, Niels Voss, Brandon’s friend and infamous roommate.” He said with an open smile that looked much happier than he felt inside. Shaking Brandon’s sister’s hand at first she smiled at him ever so brightly and introduced herself nicely, his friend’s mother said that she was happy to get to know him after all he had heard from Brandon about him and when he shook the hand of his roommate’s father he felt slightly nervous and was wondering what first impression that handsome man had gotten from him and he smiled at the man as widely as Brandon’s sister had smiled at him and he also shook his hand a little too long and when he realised it he took it away a bit abruptly and he wanted to facepalm at himself and bury himself right there. No wonder Wesley had left him he was an embarrassing idiot who acted weird towards his best friend’s father.

 

The blush that was appearing on his pale cheeks couldn’t be connected with this though because right in the same moment Brandon had said:“He has gotten dumped by his boyfriend that’s why he’s here with us, meaning you have no chance anyway Trish, but hey, you got rejected by a guy recently too so you actually have something in common.” He laughed. “Just that no one actually wants to be your boyfriend in the first place because you are a witch.” His friend mocked his sister and Trish yelled at him and punched him her face a lot redder than Voss’s face who’s gotten a little uncomfortable when the other spoke about his break-up and sexuality like that. “I’m sorry to hear that hun!” Brandon’s mum said and slightly touched the black haired man’s arm and he smiled at her, thanking her and saying that it was alright. Brandon and Trish were now fighting for real and it looked like his sister who had him in a stranglehold was winning. “Trish let go of your brother and Brandon stop provoking her!” the high-pitched voice of his roommate’s mother was to hear.

 

Niels turned towards his friend’s way too attractive father with a small smile. “And there I was worried it’d get too quiet here. It seems rather lively after all though.” He commented and was lucky enough that Brandon’s mother was telling him to leave the suitcase where it was and to head into the dining room where dinner was waiting for them because the psychology student had been peering at the handsome older male again.

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Gender: Male / Age: 43 years / Height: 188cm / Hair colour: Dark Brown / Eye colour: Hazel / Sexual Orientation: Straight-ish / Occupation: Rancher (Owner)

 

Hunter has spent most of his life as a farm hand on his family's ranch. A local business to surrounding habitations, the Ranch has been passed down through his family for a number of generations and three years ago, that responsibility was given to Hunter after his father retired. Being a farmer did not hinder Hunter in his younger years. He was encouraged to still study in subjects he had interest in. Even though he did not go off to college, he grew up reading books and studying when he wasn't in the field, mostly business and economics. He used to chase sports but that grew out of him as farm work become more demanding.

 

In his early twenties, his school sweetheart Cathryn had fallen pregnant with their first child, a boy, and the two of them married. A couple of years later, a second child wad born, girl. During these and the following years, Hunter threw himself into his work not only to help the business continue to flourish but to support his wife and his children. He did his best to balance between the two tasks, spending as much time with his children and be the best father he could be.

 

Hunter's children never showed any interest in taking over the Ranch. Both of them wanted to go to college and get off the Ranch as soon as they could. Though they visit, Hunter could tell they were happy enough to leave once it was over. His older brother, Austin, had a son who was keen to show he could handle his own and take over the business one day, so Hunter was happy enough to let Brandon and Trish follow their dreams and pass the torch elsewhere. When the time was right.

 

"When did you say their plane was due to arrive?"

 

Hunter had looked at the clock on the wall for the fourth time in twenty minutes. It was just after four. The journey from the airport to the Ranch was around four hours from what he could remember. It had been a long time since he had to drive up there himself. He wasn't sure if time was going slow or if he was thinking too fast. The anticipation that ached through his body was forever growing as he rolled his head over the back of his shoulders, trying to stretch some of it out. It had a year since he had last saw his son. He had been too busy with studies at Christmas to make the trip which he completely understood. And now summer break was here, it would be good to see him again. His daughter was already here so soon he'd have the whole family together again.

 

"Just before noon. They should be back soon." His wife, Cathryn was calm and collected as she focused on her task of cooking them all dinner. Trish, their daughter was already setting the table, layout out the cutlery carefully and neatly. "Don't forget to add one more," Cathryn had pointed out and Trish nodded in her response.

 

Brandon was bringing a guest.

 

Hunter wasn't too sure how he felt about that. It wasn't obvious that Brandon just wanted to cheer his roommate up, a roommate they had heard a lot about. Brandon had suggested bringing this person with him and that the both of them would help out on the farm. There was no indication this other boy knew the first thing about living on a ranch but if he did want to spend some time cleaning stables or tending to the animals, something simply basically, he wouldn't object.

 

Ready to look at the clock again, Hunter heard the door bell, followed by a series of barks as the dogs raced from the living room, down the hall and towards the door like it was a race for the finish line. Hunter pushed himself up from the chair he sat in, following his daughter as she headed to greet their guest, Cathryn in tow after she took the casserole out of the oven. In the doorway knelt Brandon, wrestling with the dogs as they fought for his attention, a pack of fur-balls bouncing over an old friend who came back to see them. If it had been anyone else he might have tried to calm them down but instead he chuckled in their delight.

 

After greeting their son, Brandon took a moment to introduce them to his roommate, Niels. In Hunter's honest opinion, Niels was the complete opposite to his son. He was taller yet paler, quiet yet seemingly calm. He wasn't exactly what he had thought of when Brandon would talk about the student, but he wasn't far off either. Brandon had said he looked like the adult Harry Potter. He could see the connection. When the two of them shook hands, Hunter could feel Niels' eyes on him, lingering, maybe a little longer than he intended. When he was about to say something, Niels pulled his hand away. Hunter was taken aback a bit, but didn't make comment as Brandon started squawking.

 

"Now, now Brandon... Trish..." Hunter spoke as he interjected into the small fight that had started out as his wife spoke to Niels. "We have a guest with us so please don't make me remind you that you are both adults now." He looked over his shoulder just to see Cathryn inviting Niels into the kitchen. Hunter ushered the kids to follow them as he shifted the two cases into a small cupboard by the door temporarily out of the way. Especially of the dogs. One of them really liked socks.

 

Hunter took a moment to rewind and think about the handshake, about that look he got from Niels. It was obviously the boy was gay. Brandon could not have made that any more clearer even though the young man was clearly shy about being outed in front of his roommates parents. Hunter had no qualms about Niels' sexuality. It was none of his business. But he did wander if that stare was out of intimidation or admiration.

 

"You help yourself to whatever you want sweetie," Cathryn offered Niels as she started placing plates and dishes of food on the table, everything from vegetables to beans to sauce and gravy. She truly had gone out, it wasn't far off Thanksgiving dinner. But that was her way. They weren't exactly short of cooking materials.

 

Hunter took his seat next to where Cathryn would sit next to him, sitting at the opposite end to their visitor. He spoke to his son about their trip, asking them both about how it was. Brandon seemed to be doing most of the talking, Hunter eyeing the other boy out the corner of his eye to see how he was feeling. If anything the older man could appreciate that being so far from where he is probably comfortable, sitting with people who he would only know as his roommate's parents could be better nerve-racking. He couldn't read how the other boy felt, unlike his son who was being nothing but a motormouth. He didn't want him to be uncomfortable, and Hunter knew Cathryn would feel the same.

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Niels said his ‘Thanks’ several times when he was led to the table and told to help himself. What got presented to him was making his stomach rumble slightly and he realised how hungry he was after the long travel and he also felt like this was the best and most proper food he had gotten since ages. Not only because the food in the canteen in university was disgusting and tasted as if it had already been eaten before, what led to them usually buying stuff and eating more junk food than was good for them, also because his parents never cooked. When he had been young his nanny had prepared decent meals for him and he had always eaten with her and sometimes the young couple who had been their neighbours and the old man from the second floor would come to visit and it had been really nice. But when he had turned thirteen his parents had decided he was now old enough and didn’t need a nanny anymore and gone she had been.

 

His parents had not understood why their son had not been happy and cheerful to hear that he didn’t need a nanny anymore and they trusted him to manage his things all alone but Niels had liked his nanny a lot. He had bonded with her because she had been the one always around and there for him and his life had gotten a lot lonelier without the woman. And the neighbours wouldn’t drop by anymore either, sometimes they had invited Niels over for dinner but no one wanted to eat the instant meals or the stuff he brought home in boxes from the Chinese restaurant.

Hence this was actually rather special for him and his eyes lit up a little as he saw the food and there was a faint smile on his lips when he was taking something from everything. “I didn’t have something as good in years.” He commented, eyes on the food.

 

When Brandon’s dad asked about their travel and how it was going Voss didn’t have to say much because the blond man was more than happy to talk and he talked without pausing. Sometimes Niels wondered how he even breathed when he spoke that euphorically but he had gotten to know the other man like that, really extroverted and talk-active, unlike him. While Brandon was talking about university football teams – something that had never interested Niels much although he went to the games with his friend and the other would accompany him to concerts in return – he was quietly eating his food and his thoughts were straying off again and he asked himself what Wesley would be doing now since he obviously had to change his plans too. He probably had searched for replacement during the time in which the black haired had been buried in his studies and had not left the university campus much. Certainly that client of his, that guy who had a band, Wesley had told him that he found him ‘cool’ and ‘interesting’ before. He hated that guy. But he probably had taken Wesley out to one of his shitty concerts in some run down location and was fucking him backstage now. That idea made him furious inside and he wanted to go all the way back, catch them together and punch his fist into that dudes face.

 

Thinking that he almost laughed about himself! Who was a psychology major again? He knew it wouldn’t solve anything at all and it’d only make him feel better temporarily and then worse. He was also aware that those thoughts he was going through on his mind weren’t healthy and certainly wouldn’t help him to deal with this. He shouldn’t ask what if and he shouldn’t look back either. There was no changing the past. So he should rather shape his future differently and better and think about the present and what he and Brandon would get to do on the ranch since that was where he’d spend his time the whole summer break.

 

He had just stuffed a huge piece of meat into his mouth when he felt hazel eyes watching him out of the corner and he swallowed down the large piece of meat without having chewed it properly before his own eyes wandered towards Brandon’s father. Niels’s chestnut coloured eyes met Mister Davies eyes and he felt how his heart was beating slightly faster and the pale student was giving him a smile. Examining the man as he did his eyes fell onto the man’s lips and he was imagining kissing him. Holding his face in his hand, pressing his thin lips onto the other’s feeling the scratch of his beard on his own rough skin, taking in his manly scent… and there he cut himself off and dropped his gaze onto the food again.

 

What was he even thinking there? This was his best friend’s father for fucks sake. Not only that his wife who had been very lovely to him thus far was sitting right next to him. Not to mention that the man would never have any interest in him, some male student the age of his son, anyway. The thoughts on his mind definitely weren’t morale that much was for sure. They were rather preposterous if one thought about it more and yet his eyes moved again and peered up to the man again.

 

After the plates had been put away new plates were placed in front of them and Misses Davies was placing a huge chocolate cake into the middle of the table. Brandon’s eyes shone and his elbow knocked Niels into his side. “See, I told you she’ll make my favourite cake.” He said and Niels nodded with a small smile that was a lot different from the way he had smiled at the man’s father and the blond was acting hasty and impatient as he was not waiting for his mum to cut the first piece of the cake but did it himself and what a piece it was. It was basically a mountain and it fell when the blond was putting it onto his plate. “You have to try it!” the man said and another mountain was placed onto Niels’s plate and the man looked at it a little helpless because he feared that he’d get a serious sugar shock if he ate all of that.

 

When everyone had a piece of cake, Brandon’s mother had taken away the knife and cake lifter from Brandon when he had been about to create the next mountain, Niels was starting to eat. It really was incredibly tasty and he could understand why his friend liked the cake that much but the black haired man’s mind and eyes felt drawn to the handsome older male the whole time and he threw gazes and smiled towards him and he had to keep himself from moving his leg forward under the table and when he realised that he had been about to do that he felt a little bad about it and gave his wife a compliment saying that Brandon was definitely right and this was the best cake he had ever eaten.

 

Having eaten the entire mountain of cake on his plate he felt like someone needed to roll him down from his seat and as if his stomach was about to burst. Brandon however was unstoppable again and he jumped up from the table and declared that they should carry the suitcases up into his room and that Niels would sleep in his room and not in the guest room because it was more fun that way and they were roommates the whole year anyway. The young man with the glasses was discretely observing the other man’s parents reaction to this because there certainly were parents out there who’d get uncomfortable if their son slept that close with a gay guy he unfortunately knew that much since the parents of his other friend in middle school, who had actually been a friend unlike that bitch, had forbidden their son to sleep over at his place after it had gotten known that he was gay and they also had always insisted the door of the other’s room had to stay open when he had visited him. It had made Niels so uncomfortable that he had not visited anymore and also had not invited his school friend anymore.

However if Brandon’s parents felt weird about him being gay they at least were good at not showing it to him.

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As the boy's dug into the chocolate cake (Hunter made sure to get a piece, only half the size of Brandon's), Hunter caught the medium reddish shade of brown eyes that would look in his direction and the subtle smiles dropped from his son's roommate. At first he thought it might have been nerves but he started to wonder if it was more than that. There was a hidden message behind those fine-drawn glaces. Hunter was sure of it.

 

"Brandon honey, if Niels wants to stay in the guest room he's more than welcome." Cathryn responded to Brandon's suggestion of both boys sharing a room.

 

"Yeah, he's already had to put up with you for three quarters of the year," Trish pipped in quickly, dodging an attempted from Brandon to clip her on the arm.

 

"Let our guest choose what he wants," Hunter added before looking back in Niels' direction. "If he wants to have the guest room he's more than welcome."

 

When he had finished his desert, Hunter stood from the table, his wife doing the same. She started gathering the plates together, asking Trish to gather any remaining plates and start running the sink with water. Hunter was tempted to take a cold beer from the fridge but he had he had to do another round before the ranch hands finished for the evening.

 

"Once you boys have hauled your luggage upstairs, you can come back down and we'll show Niels around," Hunter said, his words directed mostly at Brandon. "I... assume he'll want help out?" he added, his eyes, switching between both his son and his friend.

 

Assume being the key word here. It hadn't been discussed prior. Brandon had only said he was bringing his roommate to cheer him up. Doing some work out on the ranch would be good for that, take both their minds of whatever they had going on in their personal lives. Especially Niels. Even though he had smiled mostly through dinner, there was clearly something else still on his mind.

 

'Is that something me?'

 

It had crossed his mind, even if it was for a split second. Okay, two split seconds. Maybe three. The way Niels' eyes and smile would drop on him would make his pulse increase slightly. He put it down to simple flattery that a young man would still find him attractive. But this was his son's roommate, perhaps even far enough to say friend. Maybe not best friend but someone he highly thought about that was looking at him, admiring him even. Even now as he looked at those brown eyes, Hunter was sure they were growing warm as the gazes were held longer.

 

"If either of you want to, I'll be down in the barn." Turning, Hunter made his way back through the kitchen and made his way out the rear of the house, passing through the vegetable garden his wife managed and up to the small path that lead to the barn. John had walked passed him and he give the man a pat on the back, thanking him from picking the boys up and for staying the extra few hours to make sure everything ran smoothly.

 

"He's a quiet one," the balding male said, obviously referring to Niels. There was no way that comment was for his son.

 

"Yeah. Bad break up. Brandon's brought him in hopes it will take his mind off things. You might have some extra hands for the next month or so," Hunter informed, a small chuckle launching from his gut. "Make sure they stay out of trouble."

 

"You don't pay me to babysit," John joked, laughing back as he gave Hunter a friendly slap on the arm before he continued his walk in the opposite direction to where Hunter was going. Hunter continued up the path till he reached the barn entrance, stepping inside. It was pretty spacious, a number of pens and enclosures for some of their livestock. Where most of the animals roamed the field, a couple were locked in the barns at night either to keep an eye on an injury, calm them down if they were stressed or agitated or lock them away from thieves.

 

"It'll be good to have the boys help out," he said softly to himself, looking over his shoulder to see if any of them had left the house.

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It was clearly to see that Brandon was pouting and not too happy about being reprimanded by the entire family in front of his best friend for not letting Niel’s choose where he wanted to sleep and for a moment Voss thought that the blond man’s cheeks were getting red and it made him chuckle internally because that behaviour was just typical for his friend. However even if he would have preferred the guestroom, what wasn’t the case, he now had no choice other than to say that he’d sleep in Brandon’s room to not fall his friend into his back and support him anyway. “I’m fine staying with Brandon in his room. As he said it’ll be more fun that way.” Niels let them know and Brandon nodded affirmatively, sticking his tongue out into the direction of his sister. “And if he gets too obnoxious I can still use the guest room later.” The black haired joked with a wink and an amused smile on his lips. “Hey!” Brandon exclaimed. “What is that supposed to mean.” He said and pushed Niels away who caught himself before he could hit a cupboard.

 

They helped getting the plates from the table and into the dishwasher although the only one asked had been Brandon’s sister but Neils had thought it’d been impolite and bad manners to no help his friend’s family out although they had agreed to host him over the long summer break even without knowing him. And when Brandon had seen that his best friend was helping he had felt obligated to do so too even though he would have liked not to and leave the dishes to his sister.

 

The table was clear in no time and the both of them had gotten their suitcases and were about to carry them up the stairs into Brandon’s room when his friend’s father turned to them speaking more to his son than to him though. Niels realised that he liked the sound of the man’s voice, it was deep, a little rough but warm and friendly at the same time and it resonated pretty well within him and he could have listened to him speak without doing anything for a while. Maybe they could have sat down on the lanai at night, drinking a beer together and he could tell him stories about the farm and how his life was at a place that far away from any large, busy city. Whether it was fulfilling him, what plans he had had when he had been a teenager and whether he had achieved what he had wanted to and what his future plans were. Then Niels could have opened up too and told him something about himself in return although he was much better at internal monologues or listening and giving advice than at speaking about himself. He probably wouldn’t have talked for too long what would have been better anyway so that he could have heard that voice again. Then he could have laid his hand on the other man’s thigh while gazing at the starry firmament. None of that would happen though, so why was his mind even making it up.

 

Mister Davies told them that they could join him outside so that they could show Niels around then adding that he assumed that the black haired student wanted to help out. Actually that didn’t sound bad at all. He had not thought that they’d want him to help with anything and not just assumed that he was some city slicker who’d be completely useless anyway and who would be no good no matter what one would show him. Learning something new would be a decent distraction and probably useful too although he had his doubts that he would be of great help or any good at that kind of work as he had never had to work with his hands. And the idea of the handsome man showing him around on the ranch before he showed him how some of the work was done was even greater and the young man smiled at the brunette male again. “I’d definitely like to help out.” He answered although he had not been asked directly. “Though I can’t guarantee to be of use at all! There is only so much you learn about farm work when you live in the city centre.” The man jested, his chestnut eyes meeting hazel.

 

Having carried the suitcases upstairs they were unpacking in Brandon’s room that too was spacious and had a giant self-made bed in the back of it. Voss was rather quick to unpack his things while the other man was dawdle and was going on about the daughter of the farm worker who had picked them up from the airport. Apparently she was not the brightest girl but had a pretty face, was busty and his friend had done her behind the beer tent on a summer feast in the nearby town once when they had been drunk and asked himself whether he’d run into her and whether she’d be up for repeating that as he had not gotten laid in a while. Niels wasn’t listening to any of that though he was rather keen on seeing the ranch now although he had not cared or been able to get enthusiastic about the whole trip and ranch thing before. Now he was even though not about the ranch per se but about his friend’s father.

 

“Shouldn’t we go back down now! Your dad is probably waiting for us already.” Niels said when he had unpacked the whole suitcase while Brandon was laying on his bed, the stuff he had been supposed to unpack half in the suitcase, half all across the floor in the room. “Hmmm….” He made and then nodded. “Ja, sure.” The blond said and rolled off of the bed putting his shoes back on. When he turned to Niels and saw the black shirt he was still wearing he snorted amused though. “Dude, you should change that shirt at least.” He said and the psychology major from the big city looked down on himself. “What’s wrong with it?” he asked as he found that he looked quite good in it, sure it was sweaty but he’d get sweaty again anyway. “Everything! It’s not what you wear to help out on a farm.” His friend informed him and Voss quickly changed shirts, putting on some T-shirt from their university.

 

His hand buried in the pockets of his black jeans they were walking down the stairs again where Brandon told his mum that they’d help his dad and left the house. It was pretty hot outside and he cursed himself for having forgotten to buy sun blocker as he’d probably get burned as they were walking up to the barn. Brandon had gotten rather energetic again although he had seemed as if he would have liked to chill on his bed and he was describing some stuff to Niels here and there until they reached the barn. The black haired saw Mister Davies standing inside and he asked himself if he sometimes put off his shirt when he worked on the farm so one could see his muscles constricting and stretching and his imagination was running wild with him again as he looked at his friend’s father whom he was definitely feeling attracted to and who was standing in the barn that was cooler than outside pretty much clothed and not half naked, sweating and working in the sun.

 

“Here we are!” Brandon exclaimed when they entered and Niels’s eyes searched for the older male’s eyes and he smile at him again and pulled the hands out of his pocket. “I’m excited to see the ranch. I have only seen barns and this many fields in movies before.” Voss admitted at the same time hinting that it wouldn’t be any surprise if he was messing up when he tried to help out. “No worries, dad will show you everything.” The blond said giving him an encouraging punch onto his back and the psychology student’s gaze was going towards the other man again. Then Brandon went over to his father slammed his hand onto his back too and Voss couldn’t help but to obviously roll his eyes annoyed when his friend asked the brunette:”Say, what is Kevin up to these days?” Since Brandon apparently hadn’t given up the whole Kevin thing just yet.

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The words Brandon spoke momentarily escaped him as Hunter felt a firm smack of his son's hand on his back. He wasn't prepared for it as his mind was lost in his inspection, taking notes of what was where and what needed to be done. "Don't play sly with me kicker. You're not interested in how Shelly's old man is doing." He wasn't that gullible. And people weren't that quiet either. Tongues wag and gossip travels. "If you want to know about Shelly, you're going to have to ask him yourself."

 

He gave a cheeky wink to Niels as he teased his son, watching him huff and puff. He took notice that the other student had changed into a t-shirt. He looked like he fitted a bit better with the surroundings. Lose the glasses and ruffle his hair and he'd be right at home. "I'm glad you're looking forward to it," Hunter said as he addressed Niels' comments, his lips curving into a pleased smile. "Most movies get the look of a ranch right, but they don't show you the hard work that goes into them."

 

Inviting them to follow, he slowly walked through the barn as he spoke about the tasks and jobs on the ranch. He explained how he had asked Kevin to watch out for them and that if Hunter wasn't around they should speak to him if they needed something. He highlighted the pens, explaining the cleaning duties they may need to undertake and checked with Niels if he had brought old shoes, explaining that there should be boots in one of the storehouses he could borrow.

 

Upon reaching the back entrance to the barn, Hunter unlocked the doors and pushed out into the open fields. The sun beamed straight onto them and he shielded his eyes until the adjusted to the light. It would be starting to set soon and the farm hands were tending to their final tasks for the evening. He explained how much of the land the ranch covered, pointing out different areas of the plot and what jobs were done in certain fields. Brandon continually tried to butt in so he suggested the young man go and prepare the feed for some of the animals in the barn so he could finish his explanation to Niels uninterrupted.

 

"I think you'll enjoy it," Hunter spoke confidently, taking note how Niels eyes meet his near perfectly. Niels looked only a couple of centimeters taller than him. But those looks that Niels gave him again, like he was hiding a secret behind those glazed orbs, a burning question or statement that he wasn't saying, the more they looked at each other, the more Hunter noticed. The small shifts in the boy's gaze that studied different parts of Hunter's body. He broke the stare between them, turning to watch Brandon fiddle with one of the feed sacks inside the barn. "It will be hard work for the first few days but once you find a routine it will make the days go past quickly. I don't expect you to work every day kid, just a couple of hours here and there mostly to pass your time. Being cooped up inside can get a bit dull. Simple tasks like cleaning the pens and feeding the animals, perhaps some fieldwork if your up for that. Nothing complicated."

 

Hunter's eyes twitched upwards as he caught the calls of the cowboys calling to each other in one of the fields just off to the distance. He directed the young man's attention to that particular area and explained what was going on. "We heard the cattle back into the pens in case of rustlers." He took a moment to rethink his words. Niels was from the city and may not be familiar with rancher terms. "A rustler is a thief. There a few in these parts. Had one try and herd up the cattle in one of the fields only a few weeks ago." Hunter turned his attention back out onto the field, leaning on the fence with his arms supporting his weight. "You'll pick up the terms but don't be afraid to ask." The older man looked over and flashed a smile, keeping the gaze brief before turning back out onto the field.

 

'I feel like he's stripping me every time I look at him.' Hunter shook the thought from his head. It was possible that Niels was attracted to him. He was gay after all. But Hunter not only was the father of Niels' friend (or just roommate, he wasn't completely sure), he was also married. So Niels was barking up the wrong tree, wasn't he? It was a bit flattering that the young man was potentially lusting over him, that someone of Niels' age group could think of him that way, but that's all it was, a crush. Like when young people followed celebrities or people they find good-looking on their social media. It was a distant yearning for someone you couldn't have.

 

But even as Hunter took a second or so to look back at Niels again, those soft lips on the boy were enticing. Skin pale yet smooth and from that the early handshake, delicately soft. It sparked a feeling, a desire, one that he shouldn't have for his son's college friend. He coughed as he pushed himself off the fence.

 

"Come back inside the barn and Brandon will show you what to do with the feed. You boys can take care of this job. Early starts will be good for you both."

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The black haired man’s lips curled up in amusement when Mister Davies teased his friend after the blond had asked about ‘Kevin’ and he could see how a slight blush was appearing on Brandon’s face what made it even funnier. When the brunette man winked and smiled at him it was like a small struck and Niels’s heart skipped one beat only to start its engines at full speed again and the smile on the black haired man’s face grew and he showed some white teeth as he looked back at the other. Brandon however apparently didn’t want to leave it at that. “Dad, not that Kevin obviously.” He said in a complaining tone dropping the Shelly thing for now. “I mean the Kevin who was in my class, the one my age, the one who wrestled that buffalo in first year of high-school, gay Kevin. I told Niels about him when John drove us here and I want to introduce them.” His friend explained and now Niels was starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

 

“And I said ‘Thanks but no thanks’.” The black haired reminded his friend that he didn’t want to hook-up with that bloke. “Why not man! I’m your best friend, trust me on that. You’ll get along great, I think you have a lot in common.” He stated and Voss raised an eyebrow. “And what would that be?” he wanted to know because he just couldn’t see what he could have in common with a guy who wrestled buffalos in his free-time. The only thing Niels had ever wrestled in his life had been heavy books. One had once fallen down from the bookshelves in his room and had hit his head, it had hurt pretty badly and the black haired nerdy man with the glasses had kicked it against the wall in return. He had totally won against that book alright.

He could see how Brandon was musing and his face had that funny strain on it like always when he was thinking. “For once you are both gay … and… you both like men.” His friend answered and Niels snorted. “Ja, you said that. Question, are we both gay Brandon?” he asked and Brandon grabbed a bunch of hey and threw it into Niels’s face.

 

Then he turned towards his father again. “Has Shelly mentioned me though? Or has her old man mentioned her mentioning me?” he had gotten a little curious now as his father apparently knew something about this entire thing while Niels tried to get all the hey out of his hair and from his glasses. “I wanted to ask her to go down to the lake with me and Niels one day.” The blond stated.

 

Although he still had hey in his hair and on his shirt he beamed back at Brandon’s father though when the man smiled at him that pleased after he had mentioned looking forward to seeing the ranch and he laughed when the older male told him that movies got the look of the ranches right but didn’t show the work behind it. “That’s typical for movies though. They mostly focus on the fun and bright sides unless it’s a drama or tragedy. There are plenty of movies showing how someone makes it on Broadway but they don’t show you the poverty, the homeless, the tons of rubbish and the air pollution.” Niels commented. Sometimes he couldn’t have opened the window in his room because of the car’s engines and how bad the air and the smell had been. That was a definite advantage of this place, the air was clean and didn’t stink and one could breathe properly without feeling sick from it.

 

As they were told to follow Mister Davies the black haired listened intently so that he’d memorise everything. If he would have had a pen and a notebook he’d probably had made notes as if he was tested later and would get grades for it. He just didn’t want the man to think that he was stupid and he wanted to be good at whatever tasks he would be given so that the other would think that he was doing a good job and could work and wouldn’t think he was a waste of space. When the man asked him if he had old shoes he blushed a little though as he did not and he had not thought about buying proper shoes for a ranch either as he had been busy pitying himself and missing Wesley and finding everything awful. The only shoes that Niels owned were the sneakers he had on his feet now, some dress shoes and winter boots and the winter boots he had not even taken with him to university so they stood somewhere at home. He was glad that he could borrow some from the ranch though what made it much easier than having to ask for someone to drive them to that village Brandon had talked about to buy proper attire.

 

Leaving the barn the sun shone right into his face again and he pressed his eyes close and felt how his pale skin was already starting to burn. He opened them slowly again when he heard the other man’s deep voice sound and he placed himself next to Mister Davies rather closely looking into his eyes quite deeply while he was concentrating on not losing track of what the other told him about the farm. While Niels listened Brandon’s voice always sounded like the voice from the off and he felt rather glad when the blond was send to do something so that Voss could be alone with the handsome man and he had his attention for himself even if it’d only be for a short while.

 

Hearing the older male say that he thought Niels would enjoy the work the black haired smiled widely. The smile faded instantly though and there was a shudder running through him when he was addressed with ‘kid’. It made his heart clench and he felt like the giant piece of cake was doing crazy things in his stomach too. It kinda hurt and was disappointing. The man had probably thought nothing about it but to learn that this was how the other saw him was as if someone had emptied out a bucket of ice water over his head and it also was disillusioning in a sense. There had been moments when he had thought the other was returning his intense gazes, that he had found some kind of interest in Niels but this apparently wasn’t the case, he was just some boy for him and not a man, nothing equal, a kid. Why did it even shock him? He should have expected it. The brunette had a son his age after all. And still he had wished it’d been different somehow and it was laying a huge shadow over the relieve he felt that the other didn’t expect him to do difficult tasks on the ranch.

 

He swallowed the lump down that had formed in his throat and he forced a smile back onto his face. “I’m sure I’ll be able to do that sufficiently.” He nodded his chestnut coloured eyes meeting the other man’s eyes but looked away again rather quickly because they’d given away the fake smile. He stared onto the field in front of him when he spoke. “I’m fond of animals. Not that we’d ever had any. But when I WAS a kid, a long time ago,” he emphasised the ‘was’ making clear that he was not a kid anymore, “my nanny often went into the park with me where they had a patting zoo. You could pay 10$ and would get a small box with food you could feed the animals with. I loved that. Although my nanny often brought some remaining food from home into the patting zoo because she found 10$ was too much.” He laughed and totally left out that when he was at home for the breaks he still went into that park sometimes to feed animals with 10$ food he bought from an automat surrounded by a bunch of toddlers with their nannies and if they were lucky enough parents.

 

Staring onto the fields he heard some calls in the distance and Mister Davies directed his attention to what was going on. He could see some men on horses with quite impressive riding skills who were driving cattle into the pens. Niels had never sat on a horse and he thought that if he even managed to get onto one he’d fall right down on the other side and it’d be embarrassing. He learned that they were doing that because of thieves and the younger man’s chestnut eyes widened a little. “Cow thieves? Are they outsiders? And how do they even steel the cows. Do they come with a transporter during the night?” his mind was trying to imagine thieves steeling large, living animals from wide arse fields.

 

When he was told that he shouldn’t feel shy to ask if he didn’t understand something and the older man was flashing a smile into his direction his heart was starting to race again although Mister Davies gaze had only been brief before he stared onto the field again. Niels didn’t. He stared at the brunette and how he was leaning there, his eyes wandering over his strong shoulders and arms, his body, down to his feet and then back to his face that looked even more attractive as he was apparently deep in thought. It made it hard for Niels to breath and he felt as if his collar was a little tight but then he remembered what kind of shirt he was wearing now as he was suppressing the urge of getting closer and wrapping his arm around the other’s waist. ‘I wonder what he’s thinking.’ The black haired asked himself, his gaze still on the other man, not even noticing just how intense his gazes had gotten.

 

And then finally the other flung a look back at him again and Niels’s heart was making a way too high jump for this simple look but when their eyes had met again he had been certain he could have felt a spark in the air, some tension between them, so maybe he had not been wrong after all and the man did see something in him. He could see, almost feel the man looking at his lips and automatically the black haired slightly bit his bottom lip and smile at the same time, it looked at little odd, the eyes behind his glasses were peering at the handsome man’s lips again and he wished he could just kiss him now. It’d have been the perfect moment. But Brandon was in the barn and his mother stood in the kitchen and could look outside of the window and maybe he was getting everything wrong to begin with so he really shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t kiss the married father of his best friend. Shouldn’t! Definitely shouldn’t! Shouldn’t even think about it! He still thought about it though and he couldn’t help it much.

 

A cough from the other was ripping him out his thoughts and he was told that he should join Brandon in the barn who’d show him how to feed the animals and Niels nodded although he cursed a little internally because that moment was gone. Back in the barn he joined Brandon and his best friend told him everything about the food, which animal got what kind of food, then some special knowledge he had to have about certain individual animals that were ill or older and had to get some medicine or another kind of diet and the psychology student was trying hard to remember everything correctly and to not mess anything up with the food having to hear some mocking remarks from Brandon because he was looking that focussed while doing that.

 

Preparing the last ratio of food he heard Brandon say that they could relax in the pool in the garden a little and Niels was definitely up for that because his skin was burning and red as if he was a lobster and he was sweaty and needed to cool down so they made their way back into the house. Up in Brandon’s room he realised that he had no bathing attire either and the blond had to borrow him bathing shorts and before they left again Brandon was throwing towels against Niels’s head nearly making his glasses fall down. Niels was lean and wiry, with some hints of muscles while his friend was definitely more toned and square but also shorter than him. It was odd because his dad was taller than the black haired, then again the blond looked more like his mother anyway and she was a short and petite lady, incredibly feminine. He probably had mistaken about that supposed tension between him and his friend’s father he couldn’t possibly be into him, a man, if he had been attracted to such a woman or could he?

 

They were stepping down the stairs in beach slippers Niels carrying a bunch of large towels and Brandon a neon-green bathing ring and when they ran into Misses Davies she shook her head. “Isn’t it a little late for that now.” she found and shook her head sceptically. “Nope.” Brandon just said. “Have you applied sun blocker?” she reminded concerned. “No. But how is Niels supposed to get a consistent colour again if we did anyway.” He said and pushed Neils’s head down showing her the fire red neck of his. Niels’s face was red, his neck and his arms and the rest of his body was white as chalk. “Oh no, sweetie!” the woman exclaimed not happy at all. “You can’t go bathing like this. You’ve gotten sunburned.” She said and reprimanded her son. “How irresponsible of you.” She shook her head and Brandon opened his mouth and closed it again.

 

The woman got the towels out of Niels’s arms and pressed them against Brandon’s chest who was no holding the bathing ring and the towels as she guided their guest to the sofa. “Wait here a second I’ll get some balm.” She said shaking her head as she disappeared out of the door mumbling ‘Irresponsible boys’ to herself and left them like that in the living room, Niels visibly uncomfortable on the sofa in Brandon’s bathing shorts feeling like he was causing trouble bothering the other man’s parents. Brandon threw the bathing ring and the towels onto an armchair and dropped himself next to Niels with a deep sigh. “Typical for mum! Worries too much. She is just overcautious, she’s always been.” He told him. “Brandon don’t jump from the roof of the barn into the pile of hey it’s dangerous you could get hurt or break your neck.” The blond man imitated his mother. “Pfft, I only broke an arm alright.” He said in a superior voice.

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There was a point where Niels' expression and language to Hunter had changed. His eyes didn't sparkle with want or need but changed to a colder insecure glaze. Had he said something to upset the student? The last thing he wanted to do was upset his son's friend; he was stuck here for the summer. The student discussed some of his younger years and his like for animals and slowly that sparkle returned but Hunter's thoughts still stirred over what he had said to mark that spark go out.

 

It sat in the back of his mind as he wandered through some of the closer segments of the ranch, doing a check that everything was in it place, stopping to talk to some of the farm hands to make sure they knew Brandon and Niels were on the ranch and that they would be helping out. He made sure to remind everyone how careless his son could be. No-one needed that reminder though. Each time he mentioned the students name, Niels, Niels, Niels, that thought returned to his mind. But with that thought came the young man's bright smile, his warm brown eyes, his thick dark hair and his soft gentle lips. At one point, he was such that his stomach flipped and his groin twitched, things that he shouldn't be feeling, especially not for his visitor. He had had man crushes in his late teens and early twenties, and he could still appreciate the rugged features of a handsome man, but this was different. This was full blown magnetism.

 

"Excuse me..."

 

Hunter left the farmers to their finishing up duties as he headed towards one of the storehouses. He pushed open the wooden door and shut it behind him, taking a moment to get out of the sun and the open hair, a moment together his thoughts and compose himself. He couldn't be attracted to Niels, could he? And not as his age. He was roughly the same age of Brandon, meaning he was older enough to be his father as well, yet the tightness in his Levis told him that it didn't care.

 

Get yourself together cowboy.

 

Mentally shooting himself down, he grabbed one of well worn cowboy hats off the hook, one he had left in from the other day and sat it neatly on his head. He took a deep breath, composing himself before he left the store house, just in time for Jessica to catch the door.

 

"Hunter! Wow, you nearly knocked me out there!" She was startled as he held a tight grip on the wooden entrance. "Everything okay?"

 

"What? Yeah, just... checking for some spare boots. Brandon's brought a friend to stay and he doesn't have footwear," he replied, his voice bouncing of the dry wood. "Forgot to ask the boy's shoe size though."

 

Why am I nervous?

 

She bought it though. "Sounds like you've been in the sun too long. You should take a break. We're just getting packed up and heading to Jack's if you fancy a beer?"

 

"Nah. Not tonight. With Brandon back home I think I'll go spend some time with the family tonight."

 

"Suit yourself. Say hi to the little chicken for me," she teased before they swapped place, Hunter heading back to the house and leaving her to the her business in the storehouse.

 

As Hunter approached the main residence, he could just see his wife rummaging through cupboards through the window, her body stretching up to try and reach something that was probably out of reach. As he entered through the back door, he leaned behind her and reached up for the bottle she was trying to reach, leaning over her intentionally. He could smell the soft scent of the fabric condition she used mixed with a delicate perfume. He smell and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "You always make the best dinners when the kids come home," he teased. "Why don't feed me like that."

 

"I don't have to worry about you having a proper meal," he responded with a soft laugh as she push back against Hunter, taking the bottle from his hand and giving her husband a soft kiss on his cheek. She gave him a gentle smirk before sliding around him and back into the large living area. Hunter followed to find the two boys sitting on the sofa, Brandon seemingly huffing with Niels sitting next to him.

 

Shit...

 

Niels wore nothing but a pair of swimming shorts as he sat on the coach. He was pale all over his body except from his neck which was beat red from sunburn. There was a little color in his face but his neck was the worst part affect. Cathryn was gentle applying the sun blocker to the male, advising him to wear it soften and how to take care of the sunburn. Niels' frame was skinny but there were some spots of muscle and meat which stood out, but his skin was milky and smooth and-

 

Hunter shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, scattering any distractions aside. "I should have noticed and said something," he spoke as he approached the couch to get a better look at Niels' body, trying not to be obvious. He took a moment to think before removing the cowboy hat and placing it on Niels' head. "You should wear this. it will protect you against the sun."

 

"One second sweetie," Cathryn said as she took the accessory back off and placed it into Niels' lap for him to hold as she gently rubbed the cream around the boy's back and neck. She did her best not to hurt him as she lectured Brandon for not looking after Niels better in the hot weather. Brandon simply pouted in return, stubborn as normal. Hunter found himself looking over that soft skin once more before he again shook his head, heading back to the kitchen without a single word.

 

Seriously, what am I doing? He's a man. He's your son's friend. She's a student and your probably about twenty years only. Stop acting like a horny teenage Hunter. Get a grip with yourself! The mental talk didn't help as much as he hoped as he yanked open the fridge and grabbed a cold beer. He might now be going out the with rest of the ranch hands but he definitely needed a cold drink. He made his way out the back again, finding a chair and planting himself down in it as he took a swig from the cold bottle, mumbling to himself.

 

"This is ridiculous..."

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He would have been incredibly glad had he had a mother like that he thought as Brandon was complaining about her caring too much. Niels’s mother had not cared all too much. She had paid the nanny and the nanny had cared for her. She also had not been interested too much about what he had been up to, she had just liked to see the results of his exams, what his violin teacher had had to say about his progress and how he was doing at the fence tournament – what usually had not been all too well. The blond male’s mother however seemed to be a warm and caring lady, one that was like a mother was supposed to be and the student was sure that the other would have soon appreciated that had he had the honour with his busy career focussed parents.

 

Even though his friend was continuously talking Niels’s focus instantly turned away from what he was saying towards the handsome male who had entered the living room through the kitchen together with his wife. He was now wearing a cowboy hat and it added something wild, raw and aloof to his appearance making him even more attractive and hot to the black haired man. But his eyes apparently weren’t the only ones looking, he could feel the other man’s hazel eyes over his half-naked body and it wasn’t just a quick gaze. The student could feel Mister Davies checking him out, examining his body, looking closely and the black haired felt enticed under that gaze, that gaze filled with lust, lust that made his own desire burn higher. He had not mistaken after all, that spark, that tension had been real, the attraction wasn’t entirely one sided after all.

 

There was an overwhelming happiness, a happiness he had always thought he would have felt had he ever won that bloody fence tournament back then, triumph, a little bit of pride that the older man found him and his body apparently as attractive as vice versa and want was growing in him so much so that he couldn’t focus on what the man’s wife was saying to him, not even caring for the sharp pain that it caused when her hands brushed the burned neck. The brunette was stepping forward and Niels watched him over and when he just turned his eyes straight forward they were on the height of his friend’s father’s crotch. Blood was starting to boil in his veins as a spark hit him, not simple longing and attraction but sheer arousal shooting through his body running downstairs this time. At first sight he had thought he had been mistaken but he had not. The handsome older male’s cock was hard. He could see the bulge in his pants and it turned him on, the mere thought was enthralling but he could see it right in front of his eyes.

 

He forgot to breathe for a moment, his chestnut glare turning lustful as he couldn’t avert his eyes, his mouth starting to water. Would it not have been for Brandon and Misses Davies he would have raised from his seat, closed the distance and groped his erect dick and arse at the same time, rubbed over the confined cock before freeing him, touching him, stroking him, giving him what his dick craved while heatedly kissing him, intertwining their tongue’s. Niels wanted to make the other feel good, he wanted the man to moan deeply and heatedly into his ear in pleasure, wanted him to ride his dick with a twisted face and hungry eyes nothing on but that cowboy hat…. And what his stupid mind was making up didn’t help to calm him down, it didn’t help at all. His arousal grew and with it his cock.

 

The black haired forced himself to look away and he was getting awkward since he was still taken care of by the woman whose husband he was lusting over right now but how could he not when he had this attractive male’s erection nearly in his face. The voice of that very man distracted him for a moment and Niels shook his head right away. “No, it’s not your fault. I have forgotten to buy sun blocker. I am responsible for myself and I have just not been up to my best lately. I’m sorry for the inconvenience I have caused you thus far already.” Niels said focussing to make his voice sound composed while his hungry eyes were looking up into the other man’s face and he was asking himself how he looked when he was in pleasure, what face and noises he made, how he’d taste. He wanted to know.

 

A little surprised he looked up at the other hoping that Brandon’s shorts were decent enough to not make his erection painfully obvious when the man was placing the hat onto his black haired head and it made his heart jump again, a weird warm feeling mixing with the arousal and Niels beamed at Mister Davies, finding that gesture extremely cute somehow. “Thanks a lot!” he nodded but next thing he knew the hat was taken from his head and was casually placed onto his lap and an internal sigh of relieve was going through him as there couldn’t have been a better cover for his twitching hardness in the bathing shorts. Without knowing Misses Davies had saved him from her own eyes and the eyes of her son, she really was great and he felt even worse and immoral about himself.

 

While Misses Davies tended to his sunburn some more scolding Brandon, what was kind of hilarious - although he felt bad because she blamed him for something that he had responsibility for himself and that was his own body and skin - he could feel the hazel eyes hushing over his body again before the man shook his head and disappeared into the kitchen again. It confused him a little. Why had he shaken his head? At whom had he shaken his head? At him? Maybe he found Niels shameless or dirty! But he wasn’t. He was ashamed about getting hard for and wanting to take his best friend’s married father somehow but on the other hand he wasn’t at the same time as it came so naturally and normal, it was just complicated and he was a little conflicted himself but the other man had obviously looked at him too with desire in his eyes.

 

The black haired man tried hard not to think about it anymore, instead he tried to imagine something that was a complete turn off. Like the face of that cunt who had slandered him and had stabbed him in his back but he couldn’t really recall her dumb face that had always worked to enrage him and was boner killer number one. But for some reason his mind jumped back to Mister Davies automatically, to how he had looked staring ower the field in his thoughts, the smiles he had given him, that bulge in his pants …. Damn it!

 

When Brandon’s mother told him that he was now ready and wanted to leave them alone and he saw that Brandon was already about to get up from the sofa to grab the neon-green swimming ring Niels reacted quickly to get some more time to calm down. “Brandon doesn’t have any sunblocker applied yet and we have to wait a while until we can go outside after the sunblocker had been applied anyway otherwise it’s not working” The blond couldn’t believe his friend and threw a pillow right into his face. “Idiot! Wyh!?” he complained when his mother made him sit down again and applied sun blocker onto his back too.

 

It had been a good idea though because when they had finally left for the garden through the backdoor Niels’s body had calmed down completely and he could wear the cowboy hat on his head instead and he was actually looking forward to the pool now. Stepping outside into the huge garden he saw Mister Davies sitting in a chair apparently relaxing in the shadow whilst drinking a beer. Niels walked over to him with a smile as he placed his glasses and the hat onto the table. “Thanks for the hat and showing me the ranch again.” He said while Brandon was getting impatient. “Yes, yes he appreciates your thanks.” The blond mumbled and pulled Niels with him and threw him into the pool, the cold water cooling down his heated body as he was going under, letting himself sink to the ground so that he sat there for a moment before reappearing again, seeing Brandon jumping in head first while the black haired thought that this water with 2,50m definitely wasn’t deep enough for such an action but the blond was lucky and didn’t hit his head on the ground.

 

They swam, relaxed and jostled in the water for a while until they got out of the pool and Brandon took a towel and threw another one to Niels who caught it. “I’m gonna grab a beer too. You want one ?” his best friend asked and the student nodded telling him that he’d wait in the garden. When Brandon had disappeared Niels walked over to the table where Mister Davies was sitting as he was drying his black hair, drops of water flying through the air, and then went over to dry his body where water was tracing down his silhouette and his muscles. The psychology major smiled at the man brightly when he placed the towel onto the chair opposite to the older male and let himself sink down there, his leg moving forward a little so that his wet knee and lower leg was touching the brunette’s clothes leg, his chestnut coloured eyes gazing into the other man’s eyes. “It’s really nice here.” He commented as he took his glasses to put them back on and then placed the cowboy hat back on.

[rarcoryn]

Hunter couldn’t decide if his son’s persistence of getting in the way between Niels and him was a good thing or a bad thing. The young man would approach him and trying and speak to him but Brandon would selfishly drag him away everytime. When Niels had thanked him for the earlier tour and the hat, he knew it wasn’t innocent. It was polite, sure, but Niels was trying to make that time. He was trying to approach Hunter and make that connection. But he guessed the simple task of getting to know his friend’s father was not his end game.

 

Sipping slowly on the cool beer, appreciating it as he watched the two boys in the pool, Hunter compared the two of them again. They were complete opposites. Brandom was brash and Niels was more composed. Brandon was selfish while Niels was compassionate. They always did say opposites attract, even when it came to best friends.

 

But when Hunter thought about him and Niels, his mind could only focus on the fact that they were both males. Yes there were opposites such as Niels being a college city boy and him being a country rancher but Hunter couldn’t take away the fact they were guys. But his cock still squirmed and twitched inside his jeans, carefully adjusted to hide it from prying eyes, from Niels’ eyes. Those eyes that unbuttoned the fly on his jeans and peeled down his underwear with ease back in the living room, desperately wanting to take a peek at what Hunter had underneath. And part of him wanted that.

 

The sound of Brandon yelling to Niels about getting a beer dragged him out of his deepened thoughts and he noticed that the dark haired young man was now walking over to where he sat, towel on his wet hair as he carefully rubbed it over to dry himself. He didn’t do much of a job before he threw the towel on the chair and sat down opposite him, putting his glasses and the hat Hunter gave him earlier on his head.

 

‘This is deliberate.’

 

His damp skin accentuated his muscles, droplets of water gathering in key places and slowly running down over the crevices and curves of the younger man’s body. Hunter unconsciously licked his lips, trying to disguise it as he took a quick swallow of his drink.

 

He’s trying to tease me.’

 

The college boy sat in nothing but a wet pair of swimming shorts that clung to his body, shaping his thighs but still hiding the other’s manhood underneath. The cowboy hat sat on his head, pressing damp strands of hair onto his head, his glasses boxing in those deep chestnut eyes that hungrily looked back at Hunter. Niels’ leg was conveniently pressed close to his, not an accident by a long shot, but one that was trying to display a hidden interest that Niels’ couldn’t say with words. Not here. Not now.

 

‘Fuck, it’s working.’

 

Hunter swallowed, trying to force whatever stupid emotions he was feeling down into his gut and away from his chest. But he couldn’t. It felt a little tighter when he breathed, his body struggling to contain the lust that was boiling in his heart and pumping through his veins, all the way down to his cock.

 

“I’m glad you like the view,” he said as he carefully placed a nervous hand on Niels’ knee, a brave smile on his face though his eyes were alert for anything around them. It was subtle but suggestive as he gave it a soft squeeze, feeling skin, bone and muscle around it before he moved it away, just in time for Brandon to bouncing back out with two beers. Hunter sat up straight pulling his leg away from Niels’ and instantly feeling guilty for the move he had just made.

 

‘Stop this shit,’ he growled internally at himself.

 

“Here,” Brandon said as he passed the bottle to Niels’ waiting for him to take it. “I figured once we’re done up here we can go watch some TV. There’s this awesome cop show that his this hot chick that I like in it. Thought maybe you’d appreciate it with some dudes in uniform or some shit like that.”

 

‘He doesn’t want the cops jackass, he wants your pop,’ Hunter found himself thinking as he watched Niel’s response to his son’s ignorant suggestion.

[-Hideki-]

There was an undeniable nervousness that he felt underneath but was trying to ignore as he was making body contact with the older male under the table that he wouldn’t have felt in another situation. If the man he was approaching, he was hitting on as discrete as he could had not been a married man, married to a woman, the father of his best friend on top of it and about twice his age then he would have not been this nervous. That’s why Niels’s eyes kept observant of the man’s reactions, his face and he could see that the other was getting a little tense and he thought that he could see an unsuccessfully suppressed spark of lust in the hazel eyes of Mister Davies. There was at least nothing dismissive to see and the man was not pulling his leg back from his either.

 

It send Niels to another high and he felt encouraged enough to slightly rub his leg against the other man’s moving it further even, so that their thighs met. Thankfully the table wasn’t all too broad and the black haired male’s legs long or he would have nearly laid in his chair by now. His chestnut eyes were holding eye contact, looking straight into his friend’s father’s eyes, not blinking much, a nearly hypnotising gaze. Overcoming the nervousness in the back of his mind completely in that moment was making him bold enough to widely and openly smile into the older male’s face when Mister Davies expressed that he was glad that the student liked the view.

 

An ambiguous remark! Subtle! But clear to Niels that the handsome man wasn’t talking about the psychology major liking the amazing landscapes but that he was talking about how the black haired had had his eyes all over him, had been staring at him intensely, had checked him out, undressed him with his gaze the whole time. “It is a formidable view. I’m jealous.” He commented still smiling and not less ambiguously. No matter how one would interpret it though it would hold truth to it. He was certainly envious of Misses Davies because she was with her attractive husband and got to see him as intimately as Niels would like to see him and he also was jealous of them for the nice landscapes and the fields and the idyll they got to see when they were peering out of their window compared to the heavy traffic in front of his rooms window, the neon-lights, the businesses and the food trucks in front of the big businesses. So either way it was correct.

 

Then finally the brunette man made a move on him and he could feel fingers and then the man’s strong hand on his knee, carefully, maybe even a little hesitantly touching him back and the touch felt electrifying, sparks running up from his knee like a lighted fuse, going off in an eruption of heat in his crotch and it robbed his breath for a second when the man was giving him a brave smile squeezing his knee. Niels’s eyes blinked up and he smiled back at him his heart beating faster than usual. If this simple touch was setting him off like this already how amazing and enticing would it feel would they actually get to touch and feel each other not holding anything back?

 

While the black haired man was looking at the older male whose rough hand was gently and carefully squeezing his knee he was certain that he could see and sense that he was nervous too, as nervous as him. He wouldn’t have thought that the handsome, strong man experienced in life could feel nervous about something like this too just like himself.

 

Suddenly though the hand was gone and Mister Davies was pulling back his leg from Niels’s and the student who had stared into the hazel eyes and had forgotten his surroundings for a moment was confused but the situation explained itself really fast when he could hear Brandon’s voice making his arrival known as he had the tendency to when he appeared in a room or somewhere. The blond man was the type who liked being the centre of attention, who liked action around himself while being the centre of attention amongst a group of people wasn’t something that the black haired would voluntarily get himself into if he didn’t have to for college.

 

Although he was feeling bad for it he was cursing the return of his best friend in that situation regardless of him being his best friend because the man had ruined that moment for him. That enticing, arousing moment! So he sighed slightly disappointed but then Brandon was already at the table and handed him the beer. “Thanks.” He said as he was taking it and he saw the blond throwing himself onto one of the free of the four chairs around the table, apparently having the impulse to kick a leg up onto the table but he reminded himself that Niels and he weren’t somewhere in college but that he was at home with his father sitting right next to him.

 

There was a moment of silence and Niels knew Brandon was not good at silence at all so it would be gone soon and so it was. The blond man suggested that when they had emptied the beer they could go back up to his room to watch some cop show on TV because he fancied to look at some hot chick in the show expressing that he thought that Niels would like to see it as well to stare at ‘dudes in uniforms’. The remark was so typical for the other man that the black haired grinned and left out a laugh at that comment raising an eyebrow when he looked at him.

 

The black haired actually didn’t really have much of a thing for uniforms, sure he could acknowledge that hot men looked good in them but that was about it. They didn’t do much more for him. Not to mention that he really didn’t want to get this opportunity to spend time with Brandon’s father ruined for him for a stupid TV show that he usually had to watch whether he wanted or not because the blond watched it in their room back in college often enough. Niels who was still pretty much enthralled by Mister Davies was playing relaxed, leaning back into the chair, crossing his arms behind his head, the muscles stretching, giving a view onto the shadow under his armpits free where shaved off hazel brown hair was growing back, also revealing that his hair was in no way that raven black colour naturally. “I think I’ll pass on the ‘dudes in uniforms’.” He said and the blond looked confused and wanted to ask something but Niels was quicker than him this time, it happened rarely but it did happen after all.

 

“I have watched more than enough TV for a whole year during the lasts weeks in the dorm. I actually enjoy being outside right now. You guys also have really clean and healthy fresh air around here after all.” The psychology student explained and the blond sighed. “You definitely did sit in front of the TV but I doubt you watched anything. You were like a zombie man, completely creepy, all because of that stupid hairdresser, totally not worth it.” The man ranted about Niels’s lovesickness and the black haired was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable again, taking some gulps of the beer, looking anywhere just not facing the man he wanted to think about him as attractive because what Brandon was telling there about him was not impressive at all and not attractive.

 

Brandon soon switched subjects though and was annoying his father about that Shelly girl again before he pointed out another time that he still thought that they should not only invite Shelly for a barbeque but buffalo wrestling Kevin too what made Niels press his fingers against the bridge of his nose knowing that Brandon probably wouldn’t shut up about this Kevin thing the whole summer although he had expressed clearly that he was not interested. The black haired was constantly making eye contact with the older male sitting opposite to him but he didn’t try any body contact while the blond was right next to them it would have felt even more inappropriate than it already was. When his chestnut eyes got a glance on the wristwatch Mister Davies was wearing he saw an opportunity though especially since Brandon looked bored and as if he would have much rather watched that show now although he was constantly talking because he couldn’t stand silence.

 

“You know, you don’t have to stay outside with me if you’d rather watch that show. You can go watch it if you want to, I won’t be mad!” he let him know and Brandon looked at him. “Yes? Is it really cool with you though?” he asked and Niels assured him that he was fine with staying outside together with his father alone and the blond shrugged, told them some random stuff about the last cliff-hanger of the show and how he speculated it would continue before he disappeared leaving his empty bottle of beer behind on the table.

 

As soon as his best friend was out of sight he shifted and placed his elbows and arms onto the table, closing some distance between himself and the older male again, examining his face with a smile, holding the half-empty bottle of beer between his hands, letting it circle. “Have you grown up here on that ranch?” he asked interestedly his leg moving forward again back into the place where it had been before Brandon had interrupted them. Niels wanted to get closer to Mister Davies, he wanted to know something about him and although they weren’t sitting on the lanai they still were sitting outside drinking a beer together after all and maybe, maybe the other would talk to him and open up to him some, at least he hoped so.

[rarcoryn]

Hunter had to admit, Niels really knew how to get Brandon out of the picture. The suggestion that his son go and watch this television show on his own sent his son off to his room to watch said show without any argument. If he tried to do that, Brandon wouldn't go until the two of them were watching it together. But it was clear the lad hadn't noticed anything between his father and his best friend and that their subtle hints and suggestions had gone unnoticed so far.

 

He had to jump in when Brandon mentioned the whole thing about getting setting his friend up with another guy. Kevin was nice enough and hey, maybe Niels would like him. But then again Kevin didn't strike him as the type to settle down and Niels didn't seem the hook up type, even though that's clearly what he was after. To hook up with Hunter. It was cray as there was no way this could work. He had a wife and they were married! He had a son who was this boy's best friend. He was at least 20-odd years older. But Niels certainly was persistant as Hunter felt the other's leg once again pressing against his.

 

'You know this can't happen, right?'

 

The words didn't materialize on his lips.

 

"Lived here most of my life. It was my pop's before he retired and past it to me. You know how it goes, pass it down from one generation to the next. Can't say that I see Brandon wanting to fill these shows though," he said, looking back towards the entrance to the kitchen as if the boy still stood there. He already knew he'd be up in his room by now. His eyes scanned the area around them, first on his right, then on his left, just to be sure there were no prying eyes, no-one that could catch them in this moment.

 

'Let him down. It's just a crush he has. Nothing more.'

 

"It's the only one in the surrounding area, so demand can be high but we've got the right folk who have stuck by through hot and cold to keep this place running. I'm sure you'll meet some of them in due course."

 

Niels had already leaned in so the distance between them was less. Hunter could see the fire in those eyes, wild burning flames that couldn't be extinguished easily. But if he didn't try and put them out now, it could be trickier later.

 

'Tell him you're not interested.'

 

But that would be a blatant lie. His mind might be able to think that but his cock certainly didn't. It knew what it wanted. It wanted to feel wanted, needed, desired. And it knew that Niels wanted him, badly. Even when Hunter looked at the younger male, his mind taking those swim-shorts off, his heart raced, pumping faster like it was rigged to explode in his chest. He swallowed, feeling dryness in his throat before grabbing the beer bottle and quenching that thirst, but not the thirst for Niels. The bottle was nearly empty and he'd have an excuse to at least get into the house, compose himself and come back out, perhaps ready to tackle the growing problem between them.

 

"The kids aren't really ranchers. Not got the country spirit in them. Too interested in their phones and their gadgets. I don't blame them really. Hard work may be rewarding, but it's not as enticing as the new shiny smartphone. The ranch has a website, but I pay someone to handle that, one of the cowboy's daughters. Not Shelly before you ask," he chuckled, catching Niels smile beaming at him, like he was mesmerized just by him talking.

 

Hunter was conflicted, that much was true. Yeah he'd messed around with a few guys when he was younger, and maybe had one or two fumbles after he married Cathryn. But he had buckled his ideas up early and put them down to mostly just being a horny teenager. But as Niels continued to burn a hole into his chest, branding him with the lust that seared through the other's eyes, Hunter couldn't resist. He badly wanted to say no, he knew it was the right thing to do. It wasn't like Cathryn and him weren't in intimate, but she wasn't looking at him with the same passion that Niels was now.

[-Hideki-]

Listening intently Niels supported his head on his arm as he took a gulp of the beer his eyes not moving away from the other man only once. The man’s deep voice alone was enough to capture the black haired student and that he actually started to tell him something about himself thrilled him and he wanted to hear more. More about how it had been to grow up on the farm so he asked because the other had soon went on to tell him how he couldn’t pass the ranch on to his own children because they weren’t made to be ranchers and didn’t have that spirit talking more about them than about himself.

 

And as far as Brandon went Niels could definitely see that he was not made for the work his father did. Not only was it hard work and the blond rather lazy - he was the complete opposite of Niels never studied, didn’t do much for college at all and was just lucky that he had a natural talent for mathematics, mechanics and technology or he’d totally fail - but the ranch also was a huge responsibility. A responsibility for employees and for the farm animals and fields and all of that and Brandon was not the responsible type of guy. He didn’t even take proper responsibility for himself much less for anyone else and the psychology major couldn’t see the farm run by his best friend at all. It’d probably be turned into an amusement park sooner than later if Brandon were to inherit it.

 

“How was it to grow up on a farm as a child?” the black haired asked Mister Davies that question. “If I look around here it seems like paradise for a kid. A much better environment than crowded streets and heavy traffic.” He commented. Niels liked the city but growing up there as a boy had not been so much fun. When he had wanted to play outside his nanny had to put him into the car and drive somewhere through the infamous traffic first and he also had not had much contact with other children at all. A ranch like that however offered a lot of options for a child and many things to explore. Not without a reason vacation on a farm was offered for kids and their parents.

 

His eyes still locked with the older male’s and he smiled and laughed when the other informed him that the young woman who took care of the ranche’s internet presentation was not the Shelly into whose panties Brandon wanted to get again. “Well, I didn’t think that. What Brandon told me about that lady definitely disqualified her for that job.” The black head commented chuckling amused. He didn’t get it though. The blond man had clearly stated that she wasn’t the brightest and that he found her simple minded but still he wanted to sleep with her again. It was really unappealing to Niels. A guy could be as hot as he wanted if he was dumb and said unintelligent things it would turn the psychology major off completely. Stupidity was just incredibly unattractive to him whereas intelligence did attract him. Brandon apparently didn’t care though as long as he found the woman hot physically.

 

 

“It doesn’t surprise me that Brandon is not going to become a rancher in the future though. When we first became roommates I assumed he’d be from the city as well. And honestly, I think he’d fit in where I live even better than I do.” Niels laughed. “I really like living in the city, it offers great opportunities and possibilities but there have always been a few things I am not made for. That’s constantly being surrounded by large crowds of people, the inconsiderate brashness and that to get noticed and to get forward one has to understand to self-dramatise and distinguish oneself in a really noisy way.” The student explained. “Brandon is much better at this than I am. And unlike most people it comes completely natural to him and he doesn’t even have to dissimulate himself at all.” The black haired found. Then he sighed. “At least I know that our city is the perfect location for someone of the profession I pursue. Once I’d open an office it will be overtaken by patients to the point where I can’t take any new ones anymore. It’s sad really and if people would look at this development and take it seriously one could see that something about the life in the city has to change in order to become healthier for people’s psyches.” Niels told the other and then realised the man may not even know what he went for university for. “I’m a psychology major.” He quickly added although he had no idea if it interested Mister Davies at all and he also had the feeling that he talked too much and that he’d soon start to bore the other so he flung a smile into his direction instead.

 

Placing the beer onto the table his chestnut eyes that shone more reddish than usual were glistering with desire, a desire for the brunette, a desire to get closer and he didn’t know why but the student was getting incredibly bold and was slowly moving one of his hands over the table towards the strong and from the hard work calloused looking hand of the other man and he let his fingers slightly brush over the other’s before he laid the hand onto the man’s hand hoping he’d not shove it away or jump up from his chair and tell him that he was mental and should stay away from him.

He swallowed that fear down though as his heart was pounding like crazy and it felt like his blood was hotter than usual. “What about you though? Did you always want to follow in your father’s footsteps and become a rancher too? Did your life turn out how you wanted it to thus far?” he asked interestedly his fingers slightly moving, caressing the back of the man’s hand.

[rarcoryn]

Hunter looked down at the soft fingers running over his older, dry hands. His eyes skimmed back up to Niels' smile before he let out a sigh. He had to face it. There was no way this wasn't obvious now. The tension between the two of them was pretty obvious, and Niels small steps in try to bridge the gap between them were getting ever closer.

 

"You know I'm married, son." It was still hushed as to ensure no-one around them would hear, especially if anyone was in the kitchen. Especially his wife. He had to be forthcoming to Niels as well as be honest with himself. This couldn't. The student hadn't been here for a day and here they were, giving each other little hints that the other is interested. But he knew better. He had to. He was the father of the guy's best friend. He was the responsible. He was in his forties for Christ sake. "You know we can't do this," Hunter added as the older man slowly pulled his hand away and his legs tucked in under the seat. He already regretted it but it was the right thing to do.

 

With hesitation, Hunter got up from the table and walked back into the kitchen, refusing to look over his shoulder to see Niels' expression. It was the hard cold soldier but he had no other choice. Just as he did, Cathryn came in from the hall, carrying a laundry she had brought down from upstairs and started to prepare it for washing.

 

"Niels is a nice young man," she comments as she placed the clothes into the drum, not looking up at Hunter. "It's good that Brandon has such a responsible young man for a friend. It wouldn't surprise me if we owe him for getting that boy through classes."

 

"No... it wouldn't..." Hunter responded distantly, his mind telling him to go outside and talk to the young student he abandoned, to touch him, to kiss him. Instead, he chose to take another beer bottle from the fridge and made his way back through the house to a small study at the back of the living room where all of the paperwork and books were stored. Pulling a chair across the hard wood floor, he sank down near the window, taking a glance out over the ranch before he sank himself down. Removing the cap, he took a long swallow, emptying a good third of the bottle in one swoop as he thoughts mashed about in his head.

 

'It was the right thing.'

 

No matter how many times he told himself that, he still felt it was the wrong choice.

 

- - -

 

Hours had passed and nightfall came quickly. Brandon had moved from upstairs to downstairs, sttiing watching some comedy show on the TV with his mother and sister. Hunter had finished what must have been his third bottle of beer while running through some of the fiances for the last few weeks to clear his head. When he emerged from the study, the first thing he noticed was Niels wasn't sitting with the rest of them. Temptation to ask lingered on his lips but he chose not to, passing by the family with a warm smile and that he was off to do a round on the ranch, mostly to check on one of the stabled horses. No-one argued.

 

Stepping out into the fresh night air was refreshing. It was still warm for how dark it was as he strolled up the path to the barn. As he unlocked the padlock he looked over back at the house, noticing the light was on in Brandon's room. It crossed his mind if Niels was inside, or if Brandon had just been too lazy to turn it off before he had joined the family. He scattered the thought again, trying to focus on what he came out to do rather than what he had thrown away earlier.

 

"He's just a kid. He'll get over it," he muttered to himself as he wandered along the pens, looking in them and taking note if any needed a good clean. Perhaps that will keep the boys busy and the dark haired student out of the way till he got over this infatuation he had for Hunter.

 

'But will you get over yours for him?'

[-Hideki-]

It happened quite fast, too fast for him to process in that moment. His hand had just settled on the older male’s hand when he could hear a sigh that was already baleful followed by a hushed reminder that Mister Davies was married, and then a clear statement that they couldn’t do that as the man pulled his hand away and rose from his seat grabbing the empty bottle of beer and disappeared in the house. Niels hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to say anything or to react in any way. His fingers twitched over the wood of the table, abandoned and in solitude and while his heart had beaten that fast before it now felt as if a giant claw was clenching it and not letting it beat, his chest feeling as if someone had placed a rock on it. The young man just stared at the door the other had disappeared through that quickly his face blank, no sparkle in his eyes anymore.

 

The black haired student of course knew that the other man was married, it wasn’t like the reminder had been necessary and he certainly had not liked to get reminded of that fact either. But that they couldn’t was questionable to say the least. They technically, from the question of ability, definitely could do that. Give in to what they both were obviously wanting, the question was whether they should. And that already was more complicated. If one asked Niels’s brain it definitely was against it categorising it as clearly immoral and lacking ethics not to mention that it would know no winner in the end that was for certain. But his dick didn’t seem to have much of an understanding about morale and ethics and it didn’t care at all either. The student had always prided himself for letting the brain and reason rule over desire or whatever emotion else but this instant, immediate attraction was so intense so pervading, that it was seemingly losing the battle this time.

 

After a few seconds had passed Niels stood from the seat he had been left on and placed the hat onto the table before he left the garden through the gate. In no way could he just sit there and stay still after that sudden rejection. The man searched for a reason, a mistake he could have made that had led the older male to change his mind. He couldn’t have misread the signals and signs the man had given him, they had been incredible obvious, that raging erection in the man’s pants and then that squeeze to his knee. Had it gotten too real suddenly when Niels had been about to take his hand? Had that scared him or waken him up? Or had he realised what it would mean in consequence if they continued and had decided that he didn’t want to do something that was morally questionable or just plain wrong? That he couldn’t do that to his wife? The student laughed dryly about himself because that thought, that idea made him even more attracted to the man. It was idiotic, completely ironic and he felt like the biggest moron and looser on the planet as he strayed around the fields and the small sandy roads in bathing shorts and with bare feet.

 

Niels didn’t know how many hours had passed while he was walking around, trying to analyse his behaviour, trying to find a better reason, a deeper one than the sheer and intense attraction he felt for this man, a mechanism behind it perhaps but he couldn’t find one no matter how deep he dug. Nothing that would indicate that the reason for the attraction wasn’t primarily the man he was attracted to himself but some coping mechanism. It really seemed he just was attracted and drawn to that man in such a way. It would have made it easier to deal with the rejection had he found another explanation for hitting on him. Maybe getting over Wesley but during all the time he was wandering around on the ranch his thoughts didn’t go back to his ex once.

 

Dusk had started to settle and the psychology major had gotten some animal food and was now sitting on the fence of the field where some sheep were grazing and feeding that one sheep that had stood near the fence alone. Niels looked into the sheep’s yellowish eyes that were looking at him rather awaiting for some more food. “Isn’t it ironic?” he asked the sheep giving it some more of the food and the sheep peered at him chewing. “I get dragged here for what was supposed to be my own good to forget about the fact that I’ve gotten dumped and on the first day I’ve been here I get rejected by yet another man.” He told it and since it had eaten the food it stared at the student again wanting more of it. “It would top it all off if you turned around now and left as well, that would be a great complement to my conversational skills.” He snorted at the idea and looked what the sheep was doing but it wasn’t turning around and going nowhere. It was just a sheep and it looked up to him because it wanted more food just that there was none anymore because it had already eaten all of what the black haired had gotten.

 

When he turned his head away from the sheep and down to the barn for a moment with a deep sigh he could see Mister Davies opening the barn and disappearing in it and his heart was beating faster again although there was that clenching, heavy feeling at the same time now. Part of him wanted to just pretend he had not seen the man now and leave to disappear inside before he saw him, yet another part of him wanted to storm the barn and lash out asking him what the fucking heel that had been, sending him all those signals and then rejecting him and letting him sit there like a fool and another one wanted to clarify the situation and get things out of the way so that both of them wouldn’t have a terribly awkward time for the next weeks in which the student was at his best friend’s family’s house.

 

With this intent he jumped from the fence and walked down to the barn, knocking at the door, stepping inside seeing the handsome man checking the pens. Niels kept a distance and coughed. “Mister Davies…” he addressed the man. “Don’t worry I am not going to try anything but you’ve run away so quickly that there wasn’t a chance to say anything at all and I think that fleeing into avoidant behavioural patterns will do neither of us good and won’t improve the situation but will just lead to an incredible awkward and uncomfortable environment and summer because now I’m here and I can’t leave that easily.” The man said and it was true. He had used his money to fly to Brandon’s place and not home and flying from this place to his home would be incredibly expensive. “So I wanted to let you know that there is no reason for you to avoid me as although I am attracted to you and can’t change that fact I have understood that my advances are unwanted regardless what made you change your mind that suddenly since there is no way in which I could have misread your earlier signals. The last thing I’d ever want would be to make you feel awkward or uncomfortable in your own house or for my presence to become a burden to you.” The psychology major talked sounding completely composed while he was everything but that inside. “Have a good night.” He wished the brunette man, turned around and left walking over to the house.

Niels passed Brandon and his mum on the couch watching some movie telling them that he wanted to take a shower and then to go to sleep, taking fresh boxers and a sleeping shirt out of his suitcase before he went into the bathroom.

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"That was just a fucking textbook answer from a student of-," Hunter responded back, only to find he was along again in the barn. Niels had left before they got the chance to properly thrash it out. The boy was right though, Hunter had thrown at least one signal his way when he touched the young man's knee. But he was selfishly indulging in something that wasn't his to take. He had made his commitments, he had his responsibilities. And he had to be the one to shoot the younger man down. And by the sounds of things, he managed a perfect shot.

 

Hunter let out a disgruntled sigh, looking up at one of the horses in the pens. It was looking back at him aimlessly, though he was sure it was judging.

 

"What? He's just a kid. My son's best mate. My son. My son's mate that he brought here to get away from all the shit of the city, not to frolic in the hay with a married man!" The horse continued watch him, it's express not changing. Hunter had a thought though of one of them cartoon horses his daughter watched when she was younger, the ones that had expressions and feelings though they still looked and sounded like horses. If this was a cartoon, yeah, the horse would probably be judging him. But this was reality.

 

Reality. One where Hunter was married. Where he had a wife and two kids. Where he had responsibilities and tasks. Where he was in his forties and not some teenager high off someone's lustful intentions behind their eyes. If things were different? Maybe. Perhaps he'd have let things go further with Niels without the worry or the guilt. Maybe he'd have let the young man take what he needed from him in a night of passion to move on the next day. But something told him that one night with Niels wouldn't satisfy either of them. It was a thorny path both of them that he figured was best avoid on both their interests.

 

Making his way back to the house, the family were till huddled up on the couch. Cathryn and Trish were asleep with Brandon glued to whatever show was on the television. Hunter chose not to interrupt him. The rest of the ground floor rooms were dark so he figured Niels was somewhere upstairs. He made his way up, shoes creaking on the old floorboards, making his way through the corridor, past rooms until he came to the bathroom. The door wasn't closed yet but Niels was in it, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and a shirt, clearly getting reading for bed. Wither he noticed him or not, Hunter slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, putting the lock on.

 

"We need to talk."

 

He placed placed the lid down on the toilet seat and sat down, hands placed on his knees, his pose one of someone building courage inside, knowing that they had to deliver bad news.

 

"You know I'm married, son. And you know we can't do this." The very same words that he had started with before he walked out on the student on the lanai. "And don't get me wrong, I feel something for you. I don't know what, but I do. But you and I both know this won't end well." He kept his voice low and quiet; the family may be asleep but he wanted the conversation to be discrete. "I shouldn't have touched you and for that I'm sorry. It's not my intention to fuck around with your feelings after what you and that other fella went through. You're only here for a few weeks. To take your mind of him. And I'm flattered in some stupid way that I'm the new distraction. But this... whatever this is... is just going to end up with someone getting hurt. You, me, Cathryn, Brandon." He emphasized his son's name since the two boys were best friends. And best friend's don't fuck the other's dad.

 

Throughout his talk though, Hunter hated the fact he was actually turning Niels down. He wanted to touch him. He wanted to feel those lips against his, even if it was just for one night. But he knew that was just his body talking. it had already betrayed him, the tightening in his jeans at seeing Niels semi-undressed in the bathroom and the thoughts of what could happen taking their grip.

 

"It's not that I don't want it. It's just that I can't have it."

[-Hideki-]

Niels stood under the shower for way too long. He had washed both his body and hair and he had maybe three times punched his fists against the tiles in the anger that he had felt but suppressed when he had left the sheep behind and gone down to the barn to talk to Mister Davies. The skin on his hands already looked weird so he decided that he had to get out of that shower sooner or later. By the time he did the bathroom looked like a sauna and was full of dust and sticky so when he had dried himself, this time properly and had dressed in his boxers and the shirt for the night he opened the window and the door to the bathroom while he was brushing his teeth to let some air into the room.

 

He brushed his teeth with fast movements of his hand because he just wanted to get it over with and go to bed already. This whole day annoyed him and he wasn’t actually looking forward to the next one either. Maybe he could burry himself in work again, not the work for college but do some physical labour for the farm until he’d collapse or something. That sounded the most appealing to him right now. The black haired man could hear footsteps on the floor and soon after Mister Davies was passing by the door…. or so he had thought because the man stopped and looked inside of the bathroom and didn’t pass it. The psychology major didn’t look at him though, he focussed on getting his teeth brushed and just when the other man stepped into the bathroom Niels had spat out the toothpaste and cleaned his mouth with water.

 

The door was locked and Niels’s eyes looked at his best friend’s father curiously and questioningly as he was walking further into the bathroom, his heart beating faster as he was locked into the bathroom with the older male. When he dropped that line ‘though We need to talk’ the black haired had to keep a grip on himself to not let out a dry snort. What good had ever followed that sentence!? Whenever someone had said that to him some kind of bad news had followed and right now the other man seemed as if he wanted to break up with him although they weren’t a couple and they had not done much, not anything actually except for the exchange of lusting gazes and slight touches. And then, what could he possibly want to talk about? He thought it had all been clear now. The other had told him no, he had said he’d stop making him uncomfortable and the black haired man really was willing to try to be responsible and quit the bullshit although he actually wanted the opposite. So what was there left to say?

 

Chestnut coloured eyes followed the older male when he was walking towards the toilet sitting down on it, seeming to struggle to say what would follow and then said the exact same line he had said to him in the garden already. Niels couldn’t keep himself from raising an eyebrow in question. “I am aware that you are married Sir.” He made that clear. “And if I wouldn’t have been I would have at least been when you told me the exact same thing in the garden.” The black haired stated and then addressed the other point. “That we ‘can’t do that’ is unlike your marriage status not a fact though. It is subjective and a matter of perception and one’s own priorities and decisions.” He stated with a sigh crossing his arms in front of his chest as he leaned against the wall. There were so many nice things they could do in the bathroom together but they were having that unpleasant conversation instead where they’d apparently get over the same aspects again.

 

Not entirely it seemed though because the other was talking further and this time he confessed that he was feeling something for him - what was making Niels’s heart race even faster than before - that he shouldn’t have touched him and send those signals to him, that this wouldn’t end well and result in hurt, emphasising Brandon. It was obvious that the other was appealing to the black haired man’s conscience and his morale and guilt and yes, it did spark guilt but that guilt had been there the whole time. Even when he had made his advances that guilt had been on board. Maybe if he didn’t know all of that and this would have been a shocking revelation he had not yet considered it would have changed something or taken him aback for a moment but like that it didn’t.

 

Niels just sighed and walked over sitting down on the edge of the bathtub close enough to the other man. “I know all of this!” he told him. “I’m not as stupid as I look like and I am not inconsiderate or as shameless as you might think either. I am aware of the morale problem and the consequences that may or may not arise from it.” The black haired assured him. “It’s not that I don’t know that I shouldn’t have even made any advance but I still made it regardless of my better rational judgement and repeating what I have been aware of doesn’t change anything about what I’m feeling when I just look at you. I can’t just turn it off. I could suppress it and fight it that’s all.” Niels let him know.

 

Pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose he closed his eyes and then opened them again and looked up into Mister Davies hazel eyes. “Don’t say it like that! You make it sound as if I went here and thought ‘Oh I need some distraction let’s hit on my best friend’s supposedly straight father out of all people’ and I am not such a ruthless person. I’m really not.” He made his objection. “Had I wanted to distract myself in that way I would have taken Brandon’s offer to hook up with that Kevin fellow, it would have been a lot easier and the more logical solution don’t you think? But I haven’t planned on any such distraction.” Niels said shaking his head. “It would have been a lot easier would there be a coping mechanism behind it or I’d have any other rational explanation for this but there is none. I saw you and it hit me and that’s that. I just feel incredibly attracted to you in a way that is more intense than I have felt this before.” He told the man feeling a tad egotistical because the other might not want to hear that or didn’t even care. “And yes, in an ironic way it distracted me from Wesley but now I’ll need another distraction from that and I hope that that won’t have anything to do with any people at all.” Niels let out a laugh that was everything but happy.

 

When the man however expressed that it wasn’t like he didn’t want it but that he couldn’t have it the chestnut coloured eyes behind the glasses widened a bit and his heart was starting to swell again and it got even tougher to keep as calm and composed as he had managed himself to behave up until now when he just wanted to pull the man up from the toilet seat, press him against the wall and kiss him. Instead he peered into his eyes intensely again. “Is that true though?” he asked and moved his hand forward placing it onto Mister Davies thigh, not moving it just yet though but letting it rest there. Having done that though his eyes caught onto something else again in the process and for a mere second the corner of his lips shot up and a spark of arousal was running through him again as he saw that the other man was getting hard for him another time. “That you can’t have it that is?” the student wanted to know. “Or is it rather that you aren’t allowing yourself to get it, that you are deciding to actively denying it to yourself?” the black haired wanted the other to think about that, slightly moving his hand up the other’s thigh because he couldn’t behave himself being so close to the man, seeing him aroused, as his hormones and blood were running wild.

[rarcoryn]

Niels’ responses to his statements were heard and Hunter ran them through his head over and over. Especially the last set, where Niels’ answers sounded more like Hunter was his patient than the lust-fueled male who was crushing on him. The hand on his thigh sent a warm jolt directly to his already throbbing arousal. When it moved closer, mere inches away from his crotch, he didn’t flinch. Instead his mind yearned for the other to touch him in ways that really only a man would know.

 

“You know what I mean,” he answered, his legs spreading a little further open as if he was welcoming the touch. “If I don’t hold back, you know what will happen. We both know what will happen.” His guard was way down and he had no intention of raising it, not like before. Not like earlier on the lanai.

 

Hunter’s heart raced, thumping in his chest like someone playing the drums for an upbeat song. It pumped from the feeling of being on the verge of something happening between him and Niels, something that had only sparked since the young man arrived less than half a day earlier. But it also pumped with anxiety, fear, worry that at any moment someone could try the bathroom door, that his wife decide to retire for the night and would notice he wasn’t in bed yet.

 

But in this moment, where he gently shivered from anticipation and trepidation, he found his hand now resting on Niels’, slowly guiding the student’s wandering hand in the direction it clearly wanted to go. His mouth was dry but his eyes kept their lock on the chestnut orbs that were staring straight back on him. He didn’t move the hand right up, instead leaving enough room for Niels to decide if he still wanted to go that far.

 

“There’s no going back. If we do this, it’s got to be no strings. No hurt feelings. Between you and me. No-one else knows.”

 

The terms were pretty obvious as to why he dropped them, and even though he had a fairly good belief that Niels wouldn’t have done anything to ruin things between Hunter and his family, he still wanted to make it clear. As selfish as it may sound, Hunter believed he had more to lose than the younger male. Niels could pack up and go home to the city as if nothing happened where as Hunter would be stuck here, potentially picking up the pieces of a broken family.

 

There was also the fact that Niels was only here for the summer. When his stint ended, they’d go back to their normal lives, nothing gained and nothing lost. No strings. No feelings. Just sex.

 

“Agreed?”

[-Hideki-]

“Indeed. But isn’t that exactly what you and I, what we both want and desire to happen?”Niels said and his voice that always had that neutrality he had learned lost that and there was a hint of seductiveness and persuasion sounding through it and it didn’t escape the vision of the chestnut coloured eyes behind the glasses that the other man’s legs were spreading a little further for him and his hand moved a few more centimetres up in return his eyes staring deep into the other man’s not yielding one bit.

 

Niels felt like the snake in paradise seducing the other to do something that was by mostly every culture’s definition unambiguously morally wrong. Something that the black haired man himself deemed morally despicable! He’d never forgive someone who’d cheat on him but here he was making someone cheat on his wife with him. Those things he said, what he was doing so that they could follow their desires, it was egotistical, it was awful. He was awful, an awful man and he’d once be a psychologist and give people advice for their lives. He should be ashamed of himself. If that was a movie or a book he’d be the villain, the devil and everyone in the cinema would hate him and cheer for Misses Davies, that lovely woman. But why was it feeling that right then? Why was his cock growing and lust boiling in him as his hand was moving closer to the older male’s erection?

 

Electricity was running through his body when Mister Davies placed his hand onto his and led it further towards his crotch, making Niels heart pound in anticipation but then it suddenly stopped before he could feel the heated hardness through the fabric. His eyes steered at the other a little questionable but there was no retreat to see but just when the student had decided that he’d move his hand the last missing centimetres by himself he heard the man’s voice again.

 

It was slightly bothersome right now because he didn’t want to talk he just wanted to touch him already, to feel him, to grab his manhood, to kiss him, to make him his even if only for that one moment. But the older male was talking anyway apparently wanting to reassure himself. The psychology student flung an impatient smile his way. “Didn’t I already say that I have no intention to make you feel uncomfortable in your own home, or to complicate your life?” he reminded him. “I agree to your conditions.” He clearly stated but could anyone really assure or promise this? Could Mister Davies actually guarantee this to himself and to Niels?

 

There was no controlling whether one would develop feelings in the process or not. One could try not to but it was no guarantee. It could go either way. What they actually had agreed on there was that even if someone were to develop anything for the other that they’d keep it to themselves and that they’d not act on it but that was all that they could actually assure and that had to be good enough.

 

With that the black haired let his hand run up and he rubbed his palm over the tent in the other man’s pants, grabbing the hard cock in its confinements and feeling it made his own dick harder in the black boxer briefs of his. The student’s other hand was reaching out, taking the man by his neck, having to slightly raise from the edge of the bathtub to lean over to kiss the older male. His eyes went shut behind his glasses and his thin lips connected with the other man’s as he kissed him passionately and demandingly, his tongue parting the man’s lips to slide inside and wrestle with the other’s heatedly. There was nothing reserved about the way Niels kissed the other so devouringly, feeling the other man’s beard scratch against the skin of his face, rubbing his hand over the man’s clothed cock, his heart rate going up, his body overflowing with arousal.

 

He had to take a deep breath to catch some air when he broke the kiss and he leaned his forehead on the other man’s, the hand that had been on his neck took Mister Davies hand, interlocking their fingers as he straightened himself and pulled the other up from the toilet seat to press him against that wall as he had had the urge to do the whole time. He was getting more aroused and his breath feverish when he pressed his longing lips against the brunette’s again, tasting the other and the beer he had drunken, before his heated mouth targeted the man’s neck, kissing and sucking on the skin, one of his legs parting the older male’s, rubbing up his own erection against rancher’s while one hand was still interlocked with Mister Davies’s and pressed it up against the wall. “Your given name?” Niels breathed into the man’s ear his voice horny and lusty, his cock throbbing in his pants. “Would you tell me your given name? Maybe I want to moan it out later?” the student whispered, his tongue touching the man’s ear lobe while the free hand was running down the brunette’s waist, sliding behind his body and the wall, firmly groping his arse.

 

The student was rather different in those type of situation than he seemed like the rest of the time, it had surprised and overwhelmed Wesley the first times they had had sex together and it had been difficult to get used to someone who was so quiet and reserved to be able to suddenly be that forward and claiming.

[rarcoryn]

There was a complete shift in demeanor noticed in Niels as Hunter felt himself pressed up against the wall of the bathroom. The hand that confidently traced the shape of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants made his knees weak, touch that he had not felt in a long time. And when they kissed, the feeling of those soft lips against his, warm yet hungry, hungry for his. With one hand locked with Niels but pinned against the wall, Hunter found his free hand on Niels side. When the young male removed his hand to push both their constrained erections together, Hunter firmly pulled Niels' onto him using his hips while he pushed his own hips out towards Niels, pushing them together, the heat radiating between them and driving him wild with desire.

 

"My... what?" When Niels had made a request, Hunter was too dizzy from their grinding to register it at first. When the boy repeated the request (thought Hunter was sure it was more of a demand), it dawned on him he had only been known as Mr Hunter. Never had he gave his first name. "Hunter," he managed to stumble out before he pressed his lips back on Niels, hungry for the taste of the city boy again. He had held out on this all day and he was making up for what he walked away from on the lanai.

 

"Anyone in?"

 

The door handle rattled as the voice of Trish came from behind the door. The reality of the situation brought Hunter out of his daze as his mind went into panic mode, trying to find an excuse or reason as to why the two men were locked in the bathroom. Quickly he realised it was best for him to speak and send Trish off.

 

"I am honey. Just give me five minutes and I'll be out."

 

He heard his daughter sleepily agree before the soft creaks of her bare feet indicated she had walked away from the door. This was too risky, locked in here with no other escape. He knew Niels would understand this.

 

Breaking himself free of the younger man, he made his way around him and unlocked the door, peering out into the hall. There was no-one outside and it was the optimal moment for them to get out freely.

 

"I'm sorry," he started, instantly realizing how that sounded. "Not for this. Not for kissing you. But we can't do this in here."

 

'Jesus, how much I want to do it though.'

 

"We'll work something out." He leaned over and gave the young student another hungry kiss before he made his way out of the bathroom, just in time to see Cathryn coming up the stairs.

 

"Brandon's still down stairs," she yawned as she came up to his and gave Hunter a kiss on the cheek while he shift his body and did his best to adjust his erection away from her. "I can't see him being up for morning rounds." Morning rounds normally started at 6AM consisting of Hunter and two of the other workers until the rest of the hands filtered in around an hour or two earlier. If Niels can get up before Brandon, they could spend some time in one of the barns.

 

One second," he said to Cathryn as she made her way past him to their room while Hunter knocked on the door to Niels. "Set your alarm for 5.30. Make sure it's loud enough to wake you and not Brandon." He kept his voice down as if he was hiding a massive secret when he knew that even if he did say it out loud, his family would have thought he was just getting Niels to work for the privilege of staying with them.

[-Hideki-]

Electric sparks of pleasure were shooting through his body clouding his mind as they were grinding their erections together, pressing against and eating each other up. Niels obviously wasn’t the only one who was caught in the fire of desire though since the older male at first didn’t get what the black haired had even asked when he had only wanted to know his first name because he’d find it odd to call the other Mister Davies while they were fucking each other. It would purport a formality that their relationship already didn’t have any more.

 

When the other got it though he learned that the man whose mouth he had shoved his tongue into and whom he was rubbing his cock against was Hunter and flung a smile and thanked him for telling him before his lips were caught into another deep kiss again and the student indulged in it fully his tongue on its way to conquer the other man’s mouth again, slightly biting his bottom lip whilst grinding against each other. A muffled down, anticipating moan came from the psychology major and Niels wanted more. He wanted to feel him more, more intensely and his hand was leaving the man’s arse, sliding to the front and down to the other’s belt which he was undoing while they were kissing so longingly and hungrily when suddenly a female voice was to hear.

 

In the first moment the student didn’t even realise it, he was so hooked on the other man, on their touch and the immense arousal it caused that it just felt as if the voice was in another dimension that didn’t bother him and didn’t concern him but the rattling door handle threw him out too and he stared into the panicking face of the married male as his daughter was in front of the door wanting to know if anyone was in there. What a stupid question! There obviously was someone in there or the door wouldn’t be locked would it?

 

He heard Hunter informing his daughter that he was in there and that she shall give him five minutes and Niels knew that had been it. It was game over for that night at least. It got definite when the brunette man was opening the door and the next words were ‘I’m sorry’. The other clarified that he wasn’t sorry for their kisses but that they couldn’t do it in the bathroom. And Niels had to agree that this room was not exactly a good place for them to do it in with all the other people in the house who used it too. “I have to admit that’s unfortunately true.” He said trying hard to sound like his usual composed and calm self while his dick was aching so hard and he was in a burning heat, his cock definitely disagreeing to what he had just said because it didn’t give a fuck about the where.

 

With the announcement that they’d work something out he was kissed hungrily another time and he demandingly kissed him back, his lips not wanting to part, his body way too turned on and then he was left in the bathroom. Niels cursed internally, left with an obvious boner in the stretched out boxer briefs a nagging lust rushing through his veins he was standing in the bathroom for a few seconds more before he just moved because he knew that Trish would return and although it would have been better for him to get himself off at this point he went over to Brandon’s room where he was getting the bed ready to sleep.

 

He had just laid himself down and was reading some messages on his phone when he heard it knocking at the door and Hunter was instructing him to set his alarm at 5:30am in the morning and make it so that only he and not Brandon would wake up. “Alright.” He said and programmed the alarm on his phone, placing the phone under the side of his pillow to muffle the alarm tone down. Not that it was really necessary. Brandon slept like a stone and he often didn’t even hear his own alarm. It had mostly been on Niels to wake him up and ensure that the blond would attend his morning classes and not oversleep.

 

Since he was supposed to get up that early he turned off the light and closed his eyes but he couldn’t sleep. His vivid imagination was painting graphic images of what they could do at 5:30am without Brandon around and his dick was throbbing and not calming down no matter how he turned from one side to the other.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled to himself and let his hand slide over his body and inside of the boxer briefs grabbing a hold of his pulsating, heated cock leaving out a small gasp as he was running his hand over it and rubbed his thumb over the tip, letting it circled around the glans, squeezing his balls with his other hand under the blanket when the door to Brandon’s room was opened , the chestnut eyes widened, he pulled his hands out of his boxers and put them demonstratively over the blanket before the light was turned on. His face was flushed red though and he turned his head away from Brandon because it just looked too aroused.

 

When the alarm went off he hadn’t slept much and his dreams had not exactly been family friendly leading to the student sneaking into the bathroom with a brand new hard on for the brand new day again. He was getting ready rather quickly, not bothering about how his hair looked messy or what clothing he had grabbed in the darkness of the room to not wake Brandon up. Niels was stealing himself out of the house to not wake anyone who wasn’t supposed to wake up and when he left the house and was on his way to the barn a cool morning breeze was greeting him and he could see it dawning over the fields and wide lands.

 

It calmed down the heat he had woken up with and helped to tame the excitement he felt to see the other and to get to touch him. Hopefully nothing would disturb them this time. He settled himself down on a bale of straw in front of the barn waiting for the brunette man to join him.

[rarcoryn]

Hunter struggled to sleep. He had sent Brandon wearily off to bed, watching his son staggering sleepily up the stairs before Hunter made his final checks that everything was locked up. By the time he made his own way to bed, he was supporting another erection as his thoughts went back to the moment he had with Niels in the bathroom. He palmed himself off briefly, tempted to bring himself to orgasm as Cathryn slept aside him but he chose not to. That could wait till the morning. It would be difficult but if he could ignore it for now, he could deal with these urges in a few hours.

 

Just once. One fumble. That’ll do it.

 

He wasn’t sure what was going on between him and the student in the next room. Niels had made it abundantly clear that he held an attraction to Hunter. He also understood the problems the two of them faced with their current circumstances. Was it a summer fling? Something to get them by until his residency ended at the ranch? Was it a one-off thing? Was Hunter just a rebound guy? But that begged the next question: What did Hunter want? He looked over at his wife, settled and asleep and decided to do the same, see what the next morning brought.

 

 

 

Just like clockwork, Hunter was up by 5:00 AM. Showered and dressed in a pair of denim jeans and a button-down shirt he was in the kitchen twenty minutes later, brewing himself a fresh coffee. It was only ten minutes later had he heard the faint sound of movement from upstairs, following the soft resonances as they made their way from one of the bedrooms over to the bathroom. He managed to get up. Hunter continued to drink slowly from the cup, leaning back against the counter as he listened for further movement. It was long until the footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. Hunter had unlocked the front door so Niels could make his way out the building without making any unnecessary racket.

 

The house was position so that sunrise was on the back-end of the house, opposite to the kitchen. Using the darkness of the large room to keep himself concealed, he trailed the young man’s stride up to the central barn. There was something ridiculously sexy about Niels that he couldn’t put his finger on. Even though he had such a slim frame, Hunter imagined it was easy to hold the younger man perfectly in his own arms, that soft pale skin sending sparks through his own body as they touched. He found his cock slowly coming awake and he willed it back down. Not yet.

 

Finishing his coffee, it was his turn to make his way up to the barn. Exiting through the kitchen was more out of routine than choice as he clambered his way towards their meeting point. Seeing Niels on the bale of straw, he was tempted to just kiss the beautiful young man there and then, but it was too open for his comfort. He didn’t look at the male directly, instead going straight for the padlock on the large bolts to the farmhouse building. With the door open, Hunter indicated for Niels to move inside. He followed the other man in, closing and locking the barn from the inside. And without wasting any extra second, he turned and quickly sought out those warm lips he had been waiting for since the night before.

 

Both his hands were placed on the boy’s face, cupping his jaw as he placed a long kiss, taking a deep breath for a full second or so before his mouth opened, welcoming the other’s tongue to meet him in the middle. His erection happily greeted Niels in the middle as he grinded his hips against the other boy’s, letting his lusting body take control of all his actions. No holding back, no interruptions. They realistically only had just under an hour before more human life filtered into the ranch and he didn’t want to waste the time they had at this moment.

 

“Jesus fuck, I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” he panted at the end of their passionate lip-meeting. He knew it sounds a little bit corny and desperate to say but he didn’t care right now. Fuck it. If this was a one-off fuck, he’d take it. The fact that a younger man desired him so much made him self like a young horny teenager again. His rough hands ran down Niels sides before landing on the waist of the other’s jeans. He hadn’t noticed how much matched the man’s clothes were this morning but again, he didn’t care. They were just an obstruction as he took hold of the hem of the t-shirt and pulled it up over Niels head.

[-Hideki-]

Why was it that when one waited, that when one desired and wanted something that bad, every minute of time that one had to be patient felt like an eternity? While Niels was sitting on the bale of straw both his body and his heart got more impatient with every second that passed without him seeing Hunter anywhere near the barn. The black haired wanted to check the time on his phone but he realised he had left it upstairs in Brandon’s room. What if the older man had changed his mind on this and wouldn’t be appearing anytime soon or at all? What if he had decided that the student was not worth risking his marriage and betraying his wife? Who could have blamed him for that? That would have been the morally right decision then and was probably true anyway but still the black haired hated the thought and it made him feel tense because his body was longing for that man in such an extreme way the black haired had not even deemed possible before.

 

Then he finally saw his silhouette approaching the barn and weight fell off his chest. Fuck he looked hot! How he was making his way up to the barn. Everything about him was just perfectly fitting that environment and the ranch, it seemed like he was a part of the nature and the land that he owned, that he had been destined to be a rancher and it had something incredibly sexy to the psychology major from the busy city who had never really belonged anywhere or to anything and had no matter where always seemed out of place.

 

Chestnut eyes were directly peering into the man’s face when he had arrived at the barn while the older male didn’t look at him at all. It made Niels smile an awkward, knowing smile that was all but happy. That was, well, very distant indeed. And he hoped that the other man would at least look into his face while he was sucking his cock or fucking him into oblivion. Then again he’d still do it if he couldn’t even bring himself to look at him. What the hell was wrong with him? Jeez, he had never been like that before!

 

The student got up from the bale of straw and followed his best friend’s father into the barn, his heart starting to race faster, his body driven crazy with anticipation. ‘Fucking look at me already!’ he wanted to say but he didn’t, that would be really inappropriate wouldn’t it? He still had to be respectful! Once the door to the barn had been locked that wasn’t necessary anymore though anyway! And maybe Niels had misjudged the reason why the other had averted his eyes from him as shame while it had actually been anxiety to be figured out and caution. Since the moment the barn was locked and no one could come inside anymore Hunter turned around his lips almost desperate for Niels’s, just as longing as the student was.

 

Those calloused, strong hands were holding his face as their lips pressed together and the black haired indulged in it immediately, his hands strongly groping the older male’s arse, pressing their crotches closer together, his body instantly heating up, his dick reacting as if it had been put on standby the whole time and was more than ready to go. His tongue delightedly took the invitation, greedily rolling around the brunette’s tongue while he was rubbing up against Hunter who was grinding against him, all of that only making him more impatient and anticipating, wanting to feel more friction.

 

His breath was somewhat shaky after their lips and tongue had parted and his chestnut eyes were gazing straight into the hazel ones as the words the other spoke was making his heart swell while at the same time more blood was rushing down into his pulsating cock. The thought that this man had not been able to get him out of his mind as well! That he had thought about Niels the whole night, just as hot and bothered as he had been was incredibly arousing and there was a growling, deep horny noise that came from the student who pressed his lips against the man’s neck, kissing and sucking on the skin. “Same!” he breathlessly said in-between the kisses, one of his hands expertly undoing the button’s of Hunter’s shirt and it was definitely true. The other had been on his mind constantly, even on his subconscious as his dreams had been full of the brunette man too. “I want you so bad!” he breathed into the older male’s ear in a turned on voice as he was stroking the shirt down from the other’s shoulders.

 

Bony hands were greedily sliding over the toned, muscular chest of the older male, admiring the muscular built, the strength of his body, his pecs, his finger’s brushing over the other’s nipples. Gosh he was hot! That he even had a mutual interest in a nerdy student like him. Niels dick was raging in his too tight pants as the man was nibbling and slightly biting onto Hunter’s bearded jaw. He felt the other’s rough hands on his narrow waist and then on the hem of his shirt. Letting go of the other for a moment so that he could undress him too he was supporting the brunette in getting his shirt off. It was a little chilly in the barn and his skin reacted to that but inside the black haired was burning.

 

As soon as his shirt hit the ground his hands were on the other again. His palm rubbing against the man’s erection, starting again where they had had to stop the other night in the bathroom, the other hand laying on the man’s neck, pulling him into another passionate, intense and sexual kiss. Niels didn’t tease Hunter for long before he decided to free the man’s cock from its confinements. He wanted to touch it, feel the throbbing hardness, the skin, the thick veins. Hastily he undid the belt and the zipper and brought the other’s pants down.

 

Breaking the kiss his eyes peered down between them and his gaze turned even hungrier when he saw the other’s erection. Hunter’s cock was impressive and gorgeous. His hand squeezed the other man’s balls, then slid over the heated shaft, teasing the veins before he let his thumb tease the tip. Pressing onto the slit, then sliding under his foreskin, circling around stimulating the glans as the other hand was running down the older male’s strong back from his neck until he reached his butt. Kneading his arse-cheek, spreading them, letting two of his fingers rub over and press onto his tempting hole. The student had no clue if Hunter had ever slept with another man before, nor what position he had taken if he had done so but he was too aroused to really think about that or anything else but the other man’s body, his arousal and his desire and want and his aching cock in his pants and that he wanted to suck the other’s dick, eat out his arse and then bury his own cock deep inside of his tight, rosy hole fucking him like there was no tomorrow.

[rarcoryn]

"I want you so bad!

 

Those words were cemented with passion and lust; Hunter couldn’t only just hear it, he felt. The warm breath that escaped as Niels spoke his works ran all the way down his spine, right done to where younger man was groping wildly at his backside. The boy was hungry, just as much as he was. And this time, he wasn't pushing back, Hunter was taking as much as he could get.

 

"Fuck..."

 

Through their furiously fiery kiss, the rancher hadn't noticed that his shirt had been undone and was being pushed off his shoulders. Shortly later his pants were removed to his ankles and that’s when he realised how quick the student had been at stripping him down. Desperate hands mapped their way around his groin, feeling the girth of his shaft, the weight of his balls, the sensitive grooves of his cock head and Hunter struggled to keep himself upright. The boy knew what he was doing, and he knew what he wanted. The low groan that escaped Hunter filled the space around him as he found one of his hands-on Niels' head. He wasn't instructing, guiding but simple just holding, waiting, waiting to see what the boy wanted to do. Their foreheads pressed together, eyes locked on each other, Hunter panting from how good the touch was.

 

It was at that moment, he felt the touch that made he's knees buckle as he leaned on Niels.

 

"Holy Mary..."

 

Thumb rubbing against the tip of stiff cock while other experience fingers pressed on his delicate hole, pushing gently yet firmly was too much for Hunter. His head spun, vision dizzy, the amount of teasing on such sensitive spots that hadn't been touched his such a long time making his heart pound with desire. His was drunk on lust now, not a care as his hands found Niels' pants and undid them, desperate to get the now offending garment off and set the boy's manhood free. Pushing forward, he made them both stumble for a moment before he had both of their cocks in his fist, a tight grip forming to hold the two pulsating hot rods together. He slowly shifted his hips forward and backwards, his cock rubbing at Niels in between his grip, his breathes more ragged while he focused on his task.

 

"Fuck.... Niels...." Hunter steadily fucked his cock into his fist, feeling Niels slide alongside. His free hand was now wrapped around the other’s neck to steady him, his knees a little bent to help him rock slowly into his own grip. “You’ve got a nice cock son,” he said, his eyes staring at the chestnut eyes looking back at him. A sloppy kiss before his eyes were down watching both of their dicks now frotting between them, precum forming on both tips. We could cum just from doing this. The warmth of the student against him, the shiver from flesh on flesh that sent more blood rushing down to his groin, making him possibly harder than he had been in a long time.

 

It was so hard to stop.

[-Hideki-]

That low groan that escaped the older male and the way he could feel his body react to his touch only made Niels hotter than he already was. The man’s voice seemed even more attractive, more captivating when he was in pleasure and the student wanted to hear it more, hear his sexy voice moan for him and call out because he was feeling that great. His eyes were glowing already but when he felt Hunter getting weak in the knees and the excited exclamation that followed when he stimulated his glans and his hole at the same time there was the glare of a hungry wolf in them and an aroused, dirty smirk on his face and his cock twitched in his pants as the other was bathing in the fire of lust.

 

Hasty and rough hands were undoing his pants, seeming almost desperate and yearning to set his dick free but it wasn’t like his cock wasn’t aching and craving the same. His pants and boxers were sliding down onto the ground of the barn and he felt the chilly air against his heated, hard rod when it was finally freed. Niels’s bony hands and fingers were continuing to tease the other’s sensitive spots but were soon disturbed in their doing when the older male pushed forward, making the black haired male stumble a little.

 

A thick gasp was escaping him when he felt the strong, tight grip of Hunter’s hand around both of their cocks rubbing them together. Niels could already tell that the older male’s hand was feeling so much better than his own and better than his ex’s hand too. Feeling the pulsing and radiating heat of the brunette man’s dick against his own was turning him on. Their cocks were clashing like swords, rubbing against each other as they were both thrusting into the older male’s fist making pleasure built up in him and setting his blood on fire sending it rushing into his throbbing cock more. Niels’s breath got more laboured and his heart was racing, his skin feeling hot as they were frotting their cocks against each other.

 

The student hummed deeply and horny when the older male commented on his cock before kissing him sloppily, the black haired feverishly and messily kissing him back, moaning slightly into it, their saliva exchanging in the process. “Yours is impressive too. And you’ve got an amazingly hot arse.” He huskily spoke, pressing kisses against the man’s neck, slightly biting into the skin, his cock leaking pre-cum. As they continued the pleasure was overtaking him and he was desperate to feel it even more intensely, to be consumed by pleasure and he was penetrating the other’s hand harder automatically. It felt fucking great, too great, so much so that if they’d continue like that he’d gonna cum from it sooner or later but he was craving something more. He wanted to be inside of the other. He wanted that tight hole to devour his cock and fill it with his seeds.

 

But this was driving him crazy, he generally was crazy for the other male and it seemed almost impossible to stop. “Fuck!” he moaned his eyes half-lidded, his expression rather lewd and he knew that if he didn’t stop now he’d never. So he forced himself to let his cock slide out of the other man’s grip, aroused chestnut coloured eyes looking into the hazel ones. The student’s hand laid itself onto the man’s jaw as he kissed him with burning desire and passion, his tongue wrestling with the brunette’s before he broke the kiss that left him somewhat breathless.

 

Niels then stepped out of his pants, he fortunately had grabbed some broad enough for his sneakers to fit through, positioned himself behind the other man, letting his hands slide down his strong, broad shoulders as he made sure that the other had something he could support himself with if his knees would go weak and his body was trembling. Being sure that this was granted he was going down on his knees so that his head was at the same height the older male’s arse was. This was definitely not ideal, the whole barn wasn’t ideal for them to fuck and pleasure each other in. The barn definitely didn’t make it to his top ten places where he wanted to have sex and he hoped that they’d find something more fitting next time. Maybe they’d get an opportunity in the house when no one else was around; the absence of Hunter’s family and him being alone on the ranch with the other man was an appealing thought in general anyway. But for now, the barn had to do.

 

With a firm squeeze his hands reached for the brunette’s hot arse, kneading the arse-cheeks before spreading them open, a spark of arousal adding to the fire in him as he saw the hot sight of the man’s rosy hole and the brown hair that was growing between his cheeks. The student brought his head closer, playfully biting his arse-cheek before he started to drench the other’s hole in his spit, his tongue eagerly licking over it, drawing patterns before pressing onto the tempting, rosy entrance, one of his hands on the older male’s waist, the other massaging his balls and then giving pumps to the man’s dick. Niels’s tongue was prodding Hunter’s hole and the black haired moved his hand from the man’s waist to help spread it, making it easier for the slippery muscle to slide inside. The black haired let his tongue penetrate the man’s tight arse, letting it adjust before moving it around there, then going over into bobbing his head some, his own cock pulsating, craving to be buried inside of the other.