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

“Tell me,” he whispered, “what do you sound like when you come?”


He raised his gaze to meet Corey’s and grinned at the thin blush that crept into Corey’s cheeks. “What do you look like?” Ian pressed. “What do you smelllike? After sex—do you know?”


“No.” Corey ducked his head, bashful.


Picking at Corey’s nipple, Ian slurred, “Iknow. I’ve seen it over and over again in my mind. I’ve dreamedit. Want me to tell you?”


Corey started, “I don’t really think this is the time or the place—”


“Your eyes sparkle like diamonds,” Ian breathed. Corey cleared his throat and looked around, uneasy. “Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, sweat beaded in your eyelashes. You smell like sex and musk and lust and you taste like candy. Hard candy I could suck on for days…”


Chapter 33