How does a hippie and his thumbnail trailer figure in another man's first gay Christmas?
Utah is a solitary Native American man who lives on the verge of nowhere, a huddle of tiny trailers in the foothills of Nevada's highest peak. He is a medicine singer, a Paiute truth-seeker.
One day, injured, he is rescued by a stranger who soon begins to teach him the nature of healing and of physical joy.
Utah awakens on Christmas Eve to find his mysterious new friend missing. What will happen when Utah sets out to find him in the dark, in a snowstorm, while the children of the world wait for Santa?
~A gay fantasy short story for Christmas holiday
Publisher: New Dawn Press
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 36-45
Tropes: Alpha Character, Antihero, Coming of Age, Coming Out Later in Life, Fated Mates / Soul Mates, First Time, Hurt / Comfort, Interracial Relationship, Second Chances
Word Count: 6690
Setting: Nevads high desert/mountain
Languages Available: English
Being a medicine singer, Utah knew that tendrils of smoke combined sometimes to make one column, and that many voices often joined to make one song.
“Two halves? You mean two of the same? Or two opposites?”
Kris settled in on the opposite end of Utah, stretching his legs toward his shoulders. “I mean like this. Sixty-nine. Infinity.”
Utah had heard that expression, whispered in giggles, in high school hallways and locker rooms. He knew it was some kind of sexual position. But even a decade ago, a married man, it was alien to him. He and his too-young mate had fornicated exactly twice. Once to see what it was all about, and once when he was roaring drunk. Neither time was enjoyable or prolonged either. He remembered that he’d climaxed with her the second time, almost by accident. A painful release, nothing he wanted to repeat.
“So. Kris. You found a…a part of yourself?”READ MORE
“Either that, or you found a part of your own self. Same-o, same-o.”
Suddenly, Utah wanted something so bad he began to shiver, even in the close heat of this peanut-shell of a house.
“Can I have another beer?”
“Not yet. Take down my Levi’s, please. Real slow.”COLLAPSE
"Bo" on Amazon wrote:
Wonderful Uplifting Love Story
Erin O’Quinn tells delightful stories full of hope and joy in the midst of trials and hardships. This year that’s especially welcome. “Utah: A Spirit Dream” lifts us beyond the tension of world events and fixes our eyes firmly on the Christmas lights, making abundantly clear that joy lies in our not-too-distant future.
Utah isn’t a state, but a young Native American man living on his own in a tiny construction trailer in the shadow of Wheeler Peak, Nevada. He’s a happy man, solitary but content to be so, in tune with his Spirit Wind and needing little that’s not provided by the small amounts of gold he pans . . . Until the day he twists his ankle a mile from his trailer and any possible source of help. Pain and blacking out halt his slow progress toward home, and when he returns to himself, he knows Spirit Wind has come to visit, in the form of a bearded blond man who looks for all the world like a hippie.
Utah’s rescuer, Kris, takes care of him in more than one way through the night and Christmas Eve Day, and Utah discovers that happiness has more to it than he’d thought. When he wakes on Christmas morning to find himself alone and Kris vanished without a trace, he must rely on his Native American skills to track down the man who holds happiness for more than just himself.
"Cookie" on Amazon wrote:
Very Ho! Ho! Ho!
Grab yourself a bit of a trifle, pour yourself a glass of Baileys, start reading. This is a holiday gift to all of us from a lady who knows her men inside-out, backwards-forwards, upside down as well as toppy.
Thirty minutes to make your life a little bit brighter. What more could you ask for?
Great Holiday Story
A great, sexy, supernatural story--one of Ms. O'Quinn's, best 🙂 Short but sweet, and when I caught on? I said "Whaaaat? Far out, man!" Definitely in keeping with the holiday "spirit" (wink)
This story was written as a fantasy, as a tongue-in-cheek look at my own Native American heritage, and as an homage to the spirit of the Amerind.