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

Ian let his hand drift to Corey’s leg, his fingers resting along the inseam that curved against Corey’s inner thigh. As Corey sat back against the seat, Ian leaned his head onto Corey’s shoulder and sighed. With one eye on Sam to make sure the bodyguard wasn’t watching, Ian inched his hand up Corey’s leg until his wrist pressed against the bulge at Corey’s crotch. Corey moaned and brushed Ian’s hand away. “Ian, please.”


Snickering, Ian tried again. Corey caught the hand in both his own and held it to keep him in check, but the rum buzzed through Ian’s blood and Corey’s closeness made him dizzy with lust. It was all he could do to keep his hands to himself. He wanted to touch Corey’s body, he wanted to squeeze and stroke and caress and suck and lick and kiss every inch of bare skin…


Fuck Sam for sitting his fat ass in the back seat. Couldn’t he’ve plopped it up front with the driver? “Sam,” Ian sighed, “we stopping anywhere along the way?”


Sam shrugged. “What ‘cha got in mind?”


Chapter 36