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Faith.”
    I want to be close to you, asshole.
    Nate wanted to scream and ask why the hell Quinn rejected him even before Nate had confessed the extent of his feelings, but held back. “Right,” he mumbled, slouching back in the seat.
    “Nate...” Quinn said softly, as usual reading him like an open book.
    “Forget it, Quinn.” His voice sounded sharper than he expected, but he couldn't help it.
    His whole body hurt from exhaustion, and Nate thought that maybe his master plan, and this whole trip, was a really bad idea after all.
    Brandon and Faith’s conversation from the back seat lulled him to sleep, and Nate gave in, hoping he’d wake up and everything would be OK in his world again.

Chapter three
     
    NATE WOKE UP just as Brandon parked the car in front of the cabin. He must have been bone tired to have slept through the rest stop they’d made to stretch their legs and change drivers. The backseat was suspiciously quiet and when he turned around to see what was going on, Quinn was sound asleep with Faith drooling on his shoulder.
    “Rise and shine, guys, we’re here,” Brandon bellowed, startling even Nate, who wasn’t sleeping anymore. Faith and Quinn jumped at the same time, somehow managing to knock their heads together.
    “Fucking hell,” Quinn muttered, slowly blinking red eyes.
    “You’re such an asshole, Bran,” Faith said, casting him a withering look.
    “And yet you love me,” Brandon met her eyes in the rear view mirror and blew her a kiss.
    Faith shook her head but decided against arguing.
     
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    The change in Quinn's behaviour was startling. As if sorry for what he'd said in the car, he’d stuck by Nate all day. He’d used every chance he got to talk to Nate, joke with him, touch him. As delighted as Nate was at the attention he was given – earning them a few odd looks from Faith and Brandon – he was also confused.
    He’d made up his mind though – the moment they were left alone Nate would talk to him. Tell him how he felt and why he wanted to go to college in Chicago. Quinn probably already knew, or at least suspected, but Nate couldn't let him go back to Chicago without making sure he had all the facts laid out in front of him.
    If he got rejected, then so be it.
    “Uuuugghhh,” Nate grunted as Quinn buried his fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp. The fire burned in front of them, casting a warm glow on Brandon and Faith who were huddled together opposite them.
    “Do you guys think we’ll ever do this again? Just the four of us?” Faith asked, a dreamy, slightly sad expression shadowing her features.
    “Sure,” Quinn said, but nobody really believed him. At least, Nate didn’t.
    That was the whole point of this trip, right? The last hurrah before everyone’s life changed forever. Brandon and Faith would jet off to LA and build a life together, probably start a family soon. Quinn would go back to Chicago, graduate, find a job. And Nate... Nate had no idea what the fuck he was supposed to do.
    The fire played in front of them, its flames dancing to a silent beat. It crackled and hissed as if warning them not to get too close. Across the fire pit, Nate saw Faith’s eyes start to droop, and soon enough Brandon helped her up and led her back to the cabin.
    The silence that remained after them was eerie. Nate relaxed back against Quinn's chest who’d moved to sit behind him when Brandon and Faith left. He continued to massage his scalp, making Nate purr at the back of his throat.
    “So good,” he half-moaned, half-growled when Quinn's fingers curled around the base of his neck. Quinn's breath ticked his skin when he laughed softly, never stopping the sensual movement of his talented fingers.
    Nate closed his eyes and his mind conjured images of what Quinn’s fingers would look like – feel like – wrapped around his cock; clutching at his hips as he fucked him from behind; weaved in his own as they clung to each other, coming