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

“Get out.” Ian glanced at Corey and frowned when Corey didn’t move. “You don’t want to fuck me? Fine. Just get the hell out and leave me alone.”


Corey shook his head. “No. Do you think this is easy for me? Do you think I don’t wantyou to touch me?” Anger flared through him, and the ache at his groin throbbed with the rapid beat of his heart. “I could be weak and take advantage of this moment. I could give in and take everything from you. I could fuck you and not have it mean a thing, but I’d hate myself in the morning. You’d hate me.” Sighing, Corey said, “You’re right, I don’t want to just fuckyou, Ian. I want so much more than that. I want to loveyou.”


His friend glared at the ceiling, silent.


In a soft voice, Corey asked, “Do you still want me to leave?”


For a long moment, he didn’t think Ian would reply. Then Ian turned away, leaving one word between them.


Chapter 38