Corbin House Chronicles: Brotherhood Unbound

Chapter 10: Colt Hooks Up With Quinn

It was barely dawn when Quinn nudged Colt awake, his voice a low whisper. "Rise and shine, big guy. Got a task for you while the others are still knocked out."

Colt, still half-asleep, groaned as he stumbled outside with Quinn, rubbing his eyes against the early light. Quinn was all grins as he handed Colt a broom. "Backyard's looking rough. Think you're up for it?"

Without much choice, Colt grabbed the broom and started sweeping, still feeling groggy but trying to shake it off. Quinn, meanwhile, lounged on a bench nearby, watching Colt with a lazy smile.

As Colt swept, Quinn broke the silence. "You ever believe in ghosts, Colt?"

Colt snorted, flexing his arms as he worked. "Ghosts? Nah. Doesn't scare me." He shot Quinn a look, hoping the display would make him seem tougher.

Quinn smirked, stretching his arms behind his head. "Oh, yeah? Big tough guy like you doesn't get scared?"

"Not even a little," Colt replied, puffing his chest slightly. Quinn's gaze lingered on him, amused, but there was something deeper in his eyes too.

They bantered back and forth, their laughter rising with the morning light, when a car suddenly pulled up to the house. Both of them turned as Zeb stepped out, giving Truman a warm hug and a lingering kiss before heading toward the front door. Truman waved, got back in the car, and drove off, leaving Zeb to enter the house.

Colt's heart sank. He'd been nursing a quiet crush on Zeb, but seeing him with Truman—so natural and affectionate—stung in a way he hadn't expected. He quickly looked away, gripping the broom harder.

Noticing the shift in Colt's mood, Quinn raised an eyebrow, strolling over with a sly grin. "Hey, don't go getting all heartbroken now," he teased, nudging Colt's shoulder. "Guy like you? You should be having a little fun. Don't get all hung up on one person."

Colt tried to smile but found himself glancing at the ground, not sure how to respond. Sensing the moment, Quinn leaned in, his tone shifting, his voice softer. "You know, sometimes it takes a little... distraction to move on."

Colt looked up as Quinn took a step closer, his hand coming up to casually wipe a bit of sweat off Colt's forehead. He let the touch linger, and suddenly Colt felt the energy shift between them. He hadn't really noticed Quinn this way before, but with Quinn standing so close, shirtless, his defined abs on full display, something inside Colt stirred.

Quinn's hand drifted down from Colt's forehead to his jawline, his thumb brushing Colt's cheek. His voice dropped to a whisper. "And I don't mind being a good distraction if you're looking for one."

Caught off guard, Colt's breath hitched. "Oh, yeah?" he managed, his voice thick. "You... you don't mind?"

Quinn chuckled softly, his fingers lightly grazing Colt's shoulder, his touch confident, lingering. "Nope. I've got time to kill," he murmured, his eyes locking with Colt's. "And from what I've heard," he added with a smirk, "I'm pretty good at helping people forget their problems."

Colt swallowed, his heart pounding. Quinn's hand drifted down to Colt's arm, fingers tracing along his bicep. "And you're single, right?" Colt asked, feeling a rush of adrenaline mixed with nerves.

Quinn nodded, leaning in close enough that Colt could feel his breath. "Single, open... and up for whatever." His gaze flickered down to Colt's mouth and then back to his eyes. "I'm also... good with my mouth," he added with a teasing grin.

Colt's pulse quickened, his nerves giving way to a thrill as Quinn's fingers brushed over his chest, tracing lightly over the outline of his muscles. His heart raced as Quinn leaned in just a little closer, letting the tension simmer between them.

"Think about it," Quinn whispered, giving Colt's arm a squeeze. He tossed his shirt over his shoulder, letting it brush against Colt's arm before turning back toward the house.

Caught up in the moment, Colt barely noticed the morning light filtering over them. As they headed back inside, he found himself glancing at Quinn, his earlier disappointment forgotten, replaced by a new curiosity and excitement.

In the early light of dawn, Colt and Quinn, already riding high on their playful teasing, found themselves sneaking inside the frathouse, slipping into the shower room. Their quiet laughter echoed softly, punctuated by the soft hum of water dripping from the faucets, creating a private, charged atmosphere that made each step feel like a thrill.

As the door closed behind them, Colt leaned back against the cool tile wall, his breath shallow with anticipation. Quinn wasted no time, letting his hands explore, fingers tracing the lines of Colt's muscles, making his pulse race. Colt's arousal surged, standing tall and thick, his body responding eagerly to every touch, every stroke.

Quinn smirked, making good on his earlier promise. His hand wrapped around Colt, his touch firm, slow, savoring every inch as he stroked him. Their alliance now was less about playful banter and more about passion, the kind that left everything else a blur. Quinn took his time, his hands moving expertly, coaxing Colt to the brink, only to pull back and start again, making Colt shudder with anticipation.

The two didn't hold back, embracing the chaos they'd stirred between them. Their bodies moved in a fierce, rhythm, each seeking and giving pleasure without restraint. They explored every angle, every position that fueled their desire. Face-to-face, Quinn's lips brushed against Colt's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, leaving marks of their encounter. Face-to-ass, Colt gripped Quinn's hips, the intensity between them building as he widened him with a possessive edge, his mission clear: to leave Quinn breathless and wanting.

With every thrust, every stroke, Quinn's cries filled the room, his hands braced against the wall as he begged Colt for more. His voice echoed, asking to be taken harder, rougher, to feel Colt's strength in every way. Colt's response was primal, every movement a testament to the tension and connection between them, making them lose themselves in the moment.

When Quinn reached his peak, his release was intense, leaving him shuddering. But Colt wasn't done; he used Quinn's spent climax as lube, the slick warmth adding to the heat of their bodies entwined. Colt let himself go, surrendering to the sensation until he too reached his breaking point, his finish powerful, claiming the moment with finality.

Breathless, they stood there in the aftermath, their bodies marked by their time together, both knowing they'd shared something that wouldn't be easily forgotten.