Twenty year old Corey Evans is one-half of 2ICE, the biggest duo on the radio at the moment. Pronounced twice, they're number one on the Billboard charts this week with their latest single. And number one in download sales, with two albums that have already gone platinum, to hear their manager tell it. And currently on their second U.S. tour, which has sold out stadiums across the nation. Despite this, there's an emptiness inside him which Corey can't seem to fill, no matter how many groupies he takes to his bed. He sees this same emptiness mirrored in the eyes of his band-mate, Ian Coltraine, who drowns his evenings after each show with a bottle of whiskey. Ian's the one Corey turns to when he wakes beside an unknown fan, still asleep in his bed and needs help evicting her. He's Corey best friend, the only person on the tour he can confide in, who he really trusts ... The one, Corey finally realizes, with whom he is madly, deeply, terribly in love. And he suspects Ian might feel the same. But his recent string of one-night stands makes Ian cautious about Corey's true feelings. He's wanted Corey for so long, and has watched him go through countless fans in search of ... what? Ian doesn't know. And he doesn't yet believe Corey when he says Ian might be it. Ian hopes so, but can't bring himself to believe Corey's fickle desire won't be gone in the morning. Can these two young men somehow move beyond Corey's past and Ian's pain to embrace a love they both so desperately desire?

Beautiful Disaster

Maybe it was that watching him dress thing, but when the towel fell away from Ian’s waist, Corey couldn’t notlook. He had seen the smooth, pale flesh and his mind just went blank. He couldn’t look away from the round buttocks, so girlish, so meaty, or the curve of skin, the strong legs, the…


Stop it. This is Ian, your best friend. At least he has the decency to turn away while you dress. You didn’t have to watch him. And even if you couldn’t stop yourself, you didn’t have to get turned on by it.


Corey pushed that thought away, ignoring the brief ache in his groin at the memory of Ian’s reflection in the mirror.


So maybe he was a little ticked at that. Corey could see how he might be, and he wanted to apologize but didn’t know how to bring it up without making things worse, because Ian hadn’t even mentionedit. And maybe it was that pulling back the shower curtain thing, which Corey thought about two seconds too late, when he saw Ian’s eyes go wide and his gaze drift down there…


Chapter 8