Just A Smile

Chapter 6: Cloud Nine

Chapter Six: Cloud nine

Quinton was floating on cloud nine and every time DD glanced at him it was enough to fill him with such a happiness that it hurt. He was laying in his new room with Tundra, smiling up at the beige ceiling and doing somersaults in his mind. God, he didn't expect for DD to have that effect on him. It made him so happy, and to think he felt safe around that man... God, he was so high off of that boy.

A knock on the door made Tundra shoot up and start growling. Quinton just patted his head and the fox calmed down, scuttling into his arms. He sat up and called the person in, petting his fox and looking at the mop of red hair; apparently Carter was in need of clothes, as he was too short to fit any of DD's.

"Hold on, you can come in you know." Quinton set his pet down and rolled off the bed, scuttling off to the closet.

Carter was oddly feminine, Quinton noticed. And he seemed to have a womanly face, he was a very attractive male though. The man made a humming sound and began digging through his pants, looking for some small enough to fit the man.

"I'm actually surprised you haven't asked what I did to get locked up," Carter suddenly said. "DD can't choose anyone for shit, and normally they're horribly nosy."

With a shrug and a side step, Quinton reached to his dresser and looked in there. "It's your past. I know I have things I don't want to share, so I'm not going to force you to tell me."

Everyone fell silent. In the background they could hear DD singing along to some Colombian artist from the kitchen. It made Quinton smile again; he found a pair of jeans and tossed them at Carter.

"I nearly beat someone to death."

Shocked, Quinton blinked and turned to look at the man.
Carter shrugged at the expression. "He was threatening my brother... he... he... "

"Food guys!" DD called.

Carter grabbed the jeans and began to slide them on, balancing the towel as well. "We'll continue later, if you want. Better get to lover boy though." Carter winked his green/grey eyes and pushed Quinton out. The poor boy stumbled a bit and threw his hands out to catch himself, huffing. Well, that was interesting.

"Food cunts!" DD cried, "it was ready like, yesterday!" Quinton rushed down the hall and straight into the dining room.

A large meal was laid out, and for some reason it made Quinton's heart swell; god he had it hard, he was falling so hard for this man. "It's not anything spectacular, just steak and various sides. I need to go shopping soon." DD came around doorway holding a large pitcher of lemonade. He had a towel draped over his shoulder and his hair was pulled back with a headband so that his bangs didn't fall into his face. His black jeans had a handprint of flour on them and the navy blue button up he was was now unbuttoned, exposing a black t-shirt.

"I think it looks amazing," Quinton complimented.

"Thanks. I've been making brownies and cookies and cakes and- I bake when I'm nervous, happy, anything really. I have a problem." DD gave a short laugh and set the pitcher down. Carter came over in the jeans and a long sleeve that DD leant him. He gave Quinton a suggestive look and took a seat at the able.

"Where is everyone? I thought you said that everyone was coming?" he asked DD.

"Tomorrow cunt," DD answered simply. "You're making us drinks tonight."

Carter cave a giggle and whispered over to Quinton, "ooo he's trying to get you drunk!" Quinton just blushed and looked away while DD rolled his eyes, not objecting and not agreeing. He came out of the kitchen carrying three slices of cake and balancing knives on his arms.