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

As Corey’s fingers eased beneath Ian’s shirt, tugging it up over his chest, Ian sat up and helped him pull it over his head. Corey’s lips found his nipples and he kissed them erect, his tongue licking over the hard nubs as his hands roamed Ian’s stomach. He kissed down Ian’s chest, his mouth following the trail of hair leading over Ian’s lower abdomen into his boxers. But as Corey unsnapped Ian’s jeans, Ian stopped him. “Corey, wait. No.”


He could feel the heat radiating from Ian’s body, the hard thickness beneath his fingers aching to be stroked, throbbing for his fingers and mouth and tongue. He wantedthis—he wanted to take Ian into him and show his friend how much he wanted him and he couldn’t understand why Ian was saying no. “Don’t you want to?”


“Jesus,” Ian whispered, fumbling to keep his jeans zipped up. “Corey, it’s not that. God, it’s so not that. Believe me, I want to so bad—”


Chapter 26