Chapter 6 - Nathaniel Andrews

Of all the things Nathaniel had to be worried about as he entered DILF Island, it was ridiculous that what kept clawing its way to the top was the beautiful, dark-haired man he'd only met days ago.

He'd only been on his first drink when the astonishingly beautiful casting director for Carson's reality TV show had found him at the little bar on the beach, mistaking him only briefly for his brother. It was a common enough occurrence that Nathaniel was charmed rather than taken aback. Besides, in his experience the kind of man most likely to mistake them for each other tended to be the kind that thought they were hot, and Quinn Whitlock was so goddamn pretty that Nathaniel was certainly and joyfully going to trust that theory.

They'd talked over drinks about how Quinn had gone from acting into reality television, about Nathaniel's ongoing doctorate, about mutual experiences from back in New York and travel stories. One drink turned to two, and Nathaniel even managed to skillfully initiate an exchange of digits. "I know you can't tell me anything about the show, but if you ever need advice on handling my brother, just text me."

"I appreciate that," Quinn replied with a smile, then tilted his head curiously. "So you think it's all staged? Not real?"

"I think a good reality TV show needs to be both," Nathaniel replied. "I hope it's real enough. Carson really needs to get back on the dating train. My sister and I have been trying, but...." He shrugged helplessly. "Carson and I are very different in that way. He needs to believe he can be serious with someone before he'll take a chance on them, and you can see why that might make it hard to date. I'm the more... adventurous one. At least when it comes to dating."

"I'm almost sad you didn't apply, then," Quinn replied, as playful and flirtatious as he'd been from the start.

"Almost?" Nathaniel ran his fingers up his arm with a small pout. "You wouldn't want me on your cast?"

"Definitely not, I'm not allowed to fraternize. And there's after-hours cameras this year to make sure of it." He closed his eyes briefly with a soft groan. "God, it's torture after spending all day staring at so many hot mostly-naked men knowing I'm probably never going to enjoy any of them."

Nathaniel gave an understanding hum, encouraged by the fact that Quinn hadn't pulled away. "Well, I'd be happy to meet up for drinks again, when you need a sympathetic ear."

Quinn smiled, leaning into him as his eyes moved down his body in undisguised appreciation. "I'd really like that... filming usually goes pretty late, though."

"Good. I like to help put the kids to bed anyway." He stroked his fingertips up the back of Quinn's neck and into his curls. "I should probably get going, though... would you be kind enough to walk me back to my airbnb?"

Quinn smiled, warm with an obvious appreciation that made Nathaniel's heart beat faster. "I'd be happy to."

The small villa they'd rented wasn't far, but halfway back their increasingly blatant flirtations and touch progressed to Quinn pulling him into a blistering kiss, then making out against somebody's fence until they were both breathless and aching.

"I'm close," Nathaniel gasped, "I mean - the rental is close. I can't ask you to stay but... I'd very much like you to wreck me in the pool house."

It was where Nathaniel had been sleeping - thank god Kim had insisted he enjoy the privacy - and he'd closed the curtains earlier against the afternoon sun. Luckily. Because all he could think about was kissing Quinn, getting his clothes off as soon as possible, filling his touch with luscious bare skin and a very, very nice cock. Quinn was clearly very in tune with his desire, tumbling into bed with him, winding Nathaniel in his embrace and rocking hard against the length of his cock. "God, Nathaniel, you're exquisite," he breathed, fingers digging briefly, delectably, into his ass. "I'm so fucking glad I cast your brother."

Nathaniel laughed breathlessly, fumbling for supplies that he'd optimistically left in the nightstand. "Me too. Please tell me you're a top?"

A low, pleased chuckle, and Quinn caught his mouth again, sucking at his bottom lip and rolling his hips against him in a way that was very promising. "I'm anything that feels good. And making you come apart on my cock is going to be very, very good...."

Soon Nathaniel was pressed back into the bed under him with a pillow under his hips, which was unexpected when so many lovers went for the speed and ease of doggy style, and so very delightful. Quinn was so incredibly beautiful that being able to look at him was its own sensual treat; he forced himself to keep focus on his pretty green eyes even as the push of Quinn's cock filled him with pleasure, pushing a breathless groan from his throat.

"Oh yes...." Quinn very clearly knew how to fuck, rocking deeper with skillful insistence. "God, Nathaniel, you're exquisite.... God, you feel so good."

"Oh yes," Nathaniel gasped, breath catching on a soft cry as they connected just right. "Ah god yes - !"

"Like that, darling?" Quinn grinned down at him, repeating the motion. "Oh yes, moan for me, darling... fuck, I don't know if I can take my time with this, Nathaniel...."

"Don't," Nathaniel gasped, tightening his legs against his sides, too worked up himself to argue. "Wreck me. Take all your frustrations out on me."

"God, you're an angel," Quinn had gasped, laughing and joyful, bucking into him harder with unrestrained urgency.

In moments Nathaniel was wailing under the most exquisite onslaught of sensation, arched underneath him as Quinn let go. His head fell to Nathaniel's chest, breath hot with ragged moans against his skin. Hands clenched at Nathaniel's shoulders to hold him as he buried himself to the hilt in hard snaps, and all Nathaniel could do was cling tight, exquisitely helpless to an urgent rhythm of pleasure. It was perfect to let himself go, to feel Quinn's desire and desperation build with his own, rocking together frantic and perfect. All too soon he was clinging to control, trembling, riding the crest - "Quinn - !"

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum - " Quinn gasped, and Nathaniel was lost, tumbling over the edge into orgasm with the most delightful gratification of feeling his lover follow, spilling deep inside him.

They held close as they caught their breath. Nathaniel couldn't help but return Quinn's smile, his breathless, laughing kisses, basking in the afterglow of their mutual pleasure and the deep satisfaction of everything having clicked so well.

"Fuck, that was just what I needed. God, you're amazing," Quinn panted, still grinning.

"You did all the work," Nathaniel pointed out, which made Quinn laugh, kissing him again.

Nathaniel felt a thrill of joy, returning his kiss with a pleased hum. "Maybe. Maybe after I enjoy you taking out all your pent up sexual frustrations on my ass again."

Quinn groaned, sucking briefly at his bottom lip, hips pushing against him. "God, don't tempt me. I really do have to go."

Quinn grinned, searching his gaze for a moment, then nodded. "Tomorrow? No - that's the painting party. Day after. I can figure out getting away early. I'll text you."

It had only been prudent to bring supplies to the shower, and joyfully easy to talk Quinn into another quickie. His passion and enthusiasm was intoxicating. Nathaniel was giddy when Quinn suggested bringing over a late dinner for their next meetup, and made sure Kim took the whole night off before and much of the next day, while he exchanged texts with Quinn that grew increasingly inappropriate - especially while he playing adoring uncle with little Amber and Noah.

Then he'd met Quinn in the pool house at eight, immediately ignoring the boxes of food he'd brought over from the production to let Quinn bend him over the island counter and plow him with cheerful abandon.

Eventually they took plates of food to cuddle on the couch. "God, I wish I could tell you about all the contestants," Quinn bemoaned. "They're all so fucking hot in so many different ways, Nathaniel."

Nathaniel gave a hum of agreement. He'd settled sideways against the end, legs over Quinn's lap, happily naked. "That is a shame, you definitely can't. Though... on a definitely unrelated topic, I was thinking that I'd very much like to take you to bed for a long, slow ride while you tell me all about ten hot sexy men that definitely aren't on your television show?" He raised his eyebrows with a little teasing smile. "Code names?"

Quinn let out a bark of surprised laughter, then pulled him into a kiss. "You're on."

They'd both made good on the agreement, Quinn talking while Nathaniel slowly, exquisitely ground his ass down onto his cock. By the time he'd lost patience and gave in to the need to ride Quinn hard and put him away wet, he had a surprisingly vivid picture of the men in the house.

Hot-Brother-Daddy was obvious, "I don't need to talk about him," Quinn dismissed, though Nathaniel wouldn't have minded. Then there was Hot-Professor-Daddy, Stuffy-British-Daddy, Hot-Corporal-Daddy, and the Sex Pixie, who - Quinn admitted with sly delight - he'd inadvertently slept with during the casting process when the man had somehow picked him up at a bar the day before his interview. "God, that man can fuck. Amazing cock for a little pixie."

Quinn clearly found the other group - the himbos - just as compelling. They consisted of: My-hot-bestie-but-don't-tell-anyone, Soldier Boy, Hot Twink Librarian, Fuckable Geek, and The Swan. Nathaniel had managed to pull some delightfully lurid insights about Quinn's sexual history with Hot Bestie, who was apparently also an amazing top, which what was quickly propelled them past the point of being able to talk while fucking.

"You really are a switch, aren't you?" Nathaniel found himself musing afterwards. "Some guys say they are, but...." he paused, regarding him. "Would you like me to turn the tables?"

Quinn gave a contemplative hum. "Well... if you want, maybe. Sometime. But you honestly don't have to."

"It seems unfair to monopolize dick-riding," Nathaniel pointed out, and Quinn chuckled, shaking his head.

"No, I really mean it. Switching is... kind of a vibe thing with me? I mean, yeah I'd be down to play however if you get a hankering to fuck me but it's not about like... keeping tally." He traced his fingers over the side of Nathaniel's face. "...I'm really hot for how much you like getting fucked. And I really, really like fucking the shit out of you."

Nathaniel smiled, cuddling close. "When do you think you can escape DILF Island again?"

Quinn returned his smile with a pleased hum. "Mmm... soon, I hope. Tomorrow's a full schedule and then there's an elimination the next day, but... I think I can slip out early enough for a visit. I'll keep in touch."

He didn't hear from Quinn at all the next morning, but that wasn't uncommon. What surprised him was the phone call that came through just after he and Kim had gotten the kids settled for afternoon naps, and he felt a strange shiver of dread. "Quinn?"

"Hey... um, this might be weird, and I wouldn't call if I thought I had any other option, but... I need to talk to you about Carson."

The shiver of dread multiplied. "Gonna take this in the pool house," he said quietly to Kim, slipping out as she nodded. "Is he okay?"

Nathaniel listened in amazement and growing dismay as Quinn outlined what had been happening and how it had all changed so suddenly that morning.

"Nathaniel, I'm so sorry. I feel personally responsible for this on many levels. But I know this isn't like Darren, I know he doesn't want to hurt your brother like this. I need to fix them. But I can't do it without you."

He'd meant it, of course. He just hadn't thought it would mean suddenly being a contestant on the show.

"It won't be for long," Quinn promised him as he finished prepping him. "We only have eight days of filming left. You can play the game however you want, have sex if you want, whatever you want. Just convince Carson to stay. Freya will help them talk through things, we just have to convince them to do it."

Play the game. But what does that mean for us? Still, Nathaniel held his tongue. He'd only known Quinn for a few days. There wasn't an us, and Quinn's words reinforced that. "Quinn...." he said despite himself, heart aching.

"Thank you for agreeing to. I really, really appreciate it, Nathaniel. And if there's anything you need... anything at all, just ask. You can always come to me. For any reason." Quinn took his hand, giving a reassuring squeeze with a smile that made Nathaniel's heart flutter like it had the first night they'd met.

Nathaniel nodded, doing his best to push away his feelings. Quinn had been very clear about being unable to fraternize with the contestants.... And anyway, he needed to focus on Carson.

This was how he found himself standing in the darkened entryway of a massive villa, listening to the filming happening beyond in the great room. He had to believe that Quinn was right, that he could help reassure Carson and convince him to stay, but it was hard not to worry that his sudden appearance might hurt his sensitive older brother even more.

"Zhehan and Xiang, you two are the winners of our special morning date tomorrow, congratulations!" the female host was saying. "Now for the rest of you, since many of you decided to make some new connections today, we've decided to switch things up, too. Tomorrow night we will sadly be saying goodbye to one of our daddies. And we're not going to make it an easy decision on you. So we're bringing in another new Daddy and a new himbo to spice things up."

Then Nathaniel was being led out to join them, taking his mark beside Freya as she introduced him as the newest Himbo, and the new DILF, Kaneda. And despite Nathaniel's worries, Carson gazed back at him with such open gratitude and relief that Nathaniel started to hope that perhaps he could help after all.

"I still can't believe you're here." On the confessional couch, Carson has his arm around a younger, twinkier version of himself, both smiling at the camera.

"Really? You didn't think your little brother could make it on DILF Island?"

Carson glances over at him briefly as he speaks with open adoration. "Of course not, I just can't believe that you're actually - and you didn't even tell me you applied!"

"I didn't want to influence your decision to come here." Nathaniel looks back at him just as adoringly. "But I'm so glad I can be here with you."

Off screen, a male voice asks, "You aren't afraid that having your older brother around will scare off potential suitors?"

Nathaniel shakes his head. "Carson lets me make my own judgments. Even if I choose wrong he's never said I told you so. Even when he should have."

"You have way better judgment than I do, little one." Carson smiles, but the joke seems forced.

Off screen: "And you're not worried that it might be weird trying to find love with your younger brother in the house?"

Carson shakes his head immediately. "Nathaniel's always been my biggest supporter. I'll probably even feel more confident with him here."

"Aw, Carson...." Nathaniel leans closer, and the brothers briefly press their foreheads together in wordless affection.

"I'm so glad you're here," Carson says again, smiling. "I'll introduce you to everyone tomorrow. The Daddies are going to love you."

Quinn hadn't expected how overwhelming his conflicting emotions would be, watching Nathaniel enter the house. There was some triumph in it, of course: Carson immediately seemed to calm, and as soon as Quinn saw them interact he realized that Story was going to kiss him.... and possibly every gay man on the platform, too. The brothers could almost be twins for looks, but different enough to fit into opposite contestant categories, and seeing them together... it was certainly going to be hard for him not to have incredibly dirty fantasies about them that night. Very, literally, hard.

Then Nathaniel caught his gaze as he left confessional, worried, silently questioning, and Quinn felt his heart twist in a way he'd been steadily trying to deny over their days together. He smiled encouragingly and nodded, trying again to push away the adoration that Nathaniel's relieved smile made him feel.

Nathaniel was part of the show, now. He needed to stop thinking about their time together before it set him up for heartbreak.

	Day 1	Day 2	Day 3	Day 4	Day 5	Day 6:
Darren	Carson	Carson	Carson	Carson	Alain	?
Carson	Darren	Darren	Darren	Darren	Trevor	?
Wes	Alain	Alain	Alain	Alain	Tydall	?
Alain	Wes	Wes	Wes	Wes	Darren	?
Trevor	Tydall	Stephen	Stephen	Stephen	Carson	?
Tydall	Trevor	Zhehan	Zhehan	Zhehan	Wes	?
Zhehan	Stephen	Tydall	Tydall	Tydall	Xiang	?
Stephen	Zhehan	Trevor	Trevor	Trevor	(spare)	?
Blythe	Luiz	Ryland	Ryland	Ryland	Ryland	?
Ryland		Blythe	Blythe	Blythe	Blythe	?
Xiang					Zhehan	?
Nathaniel						(new)
Kaneda						(new)
Luiz	Blythe	(spare)	———————————— (eliminated)