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

Taking a deep breath, Corey let his breath out in a rush that ended in a laugh. “I’ve never really done this before.”


That brought a smile to Ian’s face. “Me either.”


“I mean…” Corey ran a hand through his still-dry hair and wondered why it was so damn hard to cross under the shower and touch his friend. He suspected Ian’s skin would feel decadent while wet, and Corey wanted nothing more than to take him in his arms and make up for the previous night. But the distance between them yawned too great, and his damn feet refused to move.


His stomach fluttered, nervous. In response, his cock jumped; Ian’s gaze dropped at the movement and Corey fought the urge to cover his genitals with his hands. They teetered on a precipice in their relationship here—there would be no going back. For a split second, Corey considered climbing out of the tub, returning to the bedroom, pulling up his boxers and calling the whole thing off. He couldn’t do it. He wanted to, but he was afraid.


Chapter 41