Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom Stallion series or the characters. I am just borrowing them.

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Authors Note: I realized after reading this story that Jake randomly gains a saddle and bridle out of nowhere, so I had to go back and fix it. I also, in the course of not writing in this fic for so long, forgot the details of what was supposed to happen later on, so the direction this story is taking will be slightly different.

For the purpose of the story line, there is some gay bashing in the text. Please do not take these as my views. I have nothing against gays or Lesbians as the other stories that I have posted could tell you. Thank you.

Away From Here

Jake grinned as he opened the door. "Hey man," he said to the youth on the other side of the door. Looking side to side before grabbing Darrell's hand, Jake dragged him towards the stairs.

"Is there anyone home?" Darrell asked as he followed the native teen.

"Just mom," The look the dark haired teen gave him sent chills up Darrell's spine. "All my brothers are out helping Dad ride fence. He thought that he saw some rails down earlier."

Jake paused at the livingroom and looked around the wall to check on his mother. She was watching one of her shows on the satellite and was paying absolutely no attention to anything around her. Grinning, Jake tugged on Darrell's hand, heading for the stairs. At the top he led the way down the hall to the bedroom he shared with his brothers Quinn, Seth, and Nate. He gasped in surprise as he was spun around suddenly and slammed into the door, Darrell's mouth attaching to his in a fiery kiss. Jake moaned into the kiss, his legs weakening.

Pushing Darrell away with much effort on his part, he made his way over to his bed. He barely had time to turn around before he was pushed down onto his back with Darrell's warm body pressing him down. Hot kisses burned their way across his jaw line and down his neck. He mewled in pleasure when Darrell dipped his tongue into the hollow of his throat.

Jake could feel Darrell's arousal pressing insistently against his thigh, and he reached a hand down between their bodies to gently rub Darrell through his cargos. Darrell threw his head back and bucked into the light, teasing touch. Shifting, Darrell ran his hands up Jake's body feeling the taught muscles moving under his gold toned skin. He pushed Jake's shirt up over his head and lowered his head to nip at Jake's exposed skin, feeling Jake writhe under him. The Native teen looked so hot like that. Moving Jake's hand away from his own arousal, Darrell reached down to palm Jake's erection at the same time that he bit down on one of his nipples. Jake arched under him with a loud moan.

Neither teen had heard the sounds of the other men of the house returning or Jake's father Luke calling him. The sound of boots on the stairs never made it to their ears, so focused on what they were doing, so they had no idea what was about to happen. Luke Ely opened the door just as Darrell made Jake arch up and moan from his attentions. He was only dumbfounded for a second.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!"

Darrell choked as a strong hand grasped his collar and yanked him up off of Jake and threw him to the floor. Both boys stared in fear at the angry, red face of Jake's father Luke. His eyes were practically spitting fire and both boys could almost imagine he smoke pouring from his nostrils and ears. He was furious.

Reaching down he yanked Jake up off of the bed with the shirt still around his upper chest and threw him into the hall where he landed on his stomach, gasping as all the air was driven out of his lungs by the sudden impact.

"Dad-" Jake protested but was cut off by Luke's angry yelling. "What the hell was that!'

"It's not what you thi-" Jake pleaded desperately as he pushed himself to his feet with the help of the wall.

""And how else do you explain it! My son moaning like a whore under another man! I think it is exactly what it looks like!"

"Dad-!" A backhanded blow to the face snapped Jake's head around and nearly sent him to the floor again. He raised a shaking hand up to cup the stinging cheek. Tears were starting to leak from his eyes, and the scared look in them nearly broke Darrell's heart. He felt helpless watching the scene infront of him. Luke was a big man with muscles hardened from a life of ranching, and while Jake was not so large himself, he was still bigger than Darrell.

Luke advanced on Jake menacingly and the youth stumbled back almost to the stairs. His chest was heaving and he barely spared a glance for Darrell. "Get out of here Darrell." Darrell started to protest but the look Jake flashed him made him change his mind. Darrell knew that Luke would only go harder on Jake if he stayed in his line of sight. Edging around Jake, he ran down the stairs and to the front door where he was met by Jake's mother.

"What is going on up there?" she asked, her eyes locked on where the top of the stairs were on the other side of the wall. Darrell looked around wildly, searching for Jake's brothers. Seeing them he ran past Mrs. Ely and into the livingroom, stopping in front of the TV, ignoring the complaints from the seeted watchers.

"You have to do something! He's going to hurt him!" The boys silenced and stared at him, taking in the damp eyes and allowing the yells and blows from upstairs to filter down clearly.

"What were you doing with that boy, are you a fag now!"

"Dad-!" The blow to the face had stung, making his eyes water badly.

"Stop crying! Men don't cry you little shit!"

"Dad please stop! I-I'm sorry!"

Luke didn't seem to hear him. He raised a fist. "No fags are going to live in this house!" The fist connected with the left side of Jake's face and sent him reeling backwards. The backstep of his right foot hit midair instead of wood, sending him facefirst down the stairs as he twisted in a vain attempt the regain his balance. He hit the middle of the stairs on his left shoulder, head smashing down on the edge of the stair under it. The weight of his body dragged him around and he landed on the landing on his left side, leaning towards the opening to the lower staircase. The thud that his body made when it hit the landing and flipped sideways cut through the red haze that had clouded Luke's mind ever since he had seen the two boys together. There was a sickening crunch as Jake's head impacted with the table in the bend in the stairs and he lay still.

Horrified, Luke started down the stairs to get to his bleeding and hurt son when Jake moved and jerkily made it to his feet. The openly terrified expression that crossed Jake's blood soaked face when he saw his father coming down the stairs made Luke freeze. But not in time.

Jake stumbled sideways into the table and almost fell again. Leaping forwards, his leg got caught on the metal ornamentation between the legs of the table and Luke could hear the sickening sound of flesh and fabric tearing. Running towards the door, Jake was uncoordinated and clumsy, his left side lagging, the signs of a concussion or possibly something more serious.

Making it out of the door after flinching away from his mother, Darrell, and his brothers, Jake headed for the field his head spinning and his legs threatening to give out. Putting his fingers in his mouth Jake whistled to his quarter-horse mare Witch who met him at the fence.

Coaxing her close to the fence, Jake used it as an aid onto her back, before manuvering her through the gate and pointing her towards the open range heedless of the worried voices calling him back.

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