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 covered his throat with tiny kisses, Ian arched back into the pillow. Moving lower, Corey tongued Ian’s nipples—first one, then the other. Ian moaned in delight. This was definitely worth the wait. The sensations were a hundred times more potent than they had been the night before—he felt every breath tickle his skin, and every kiss left a wet lip print behind. “Yes,” he sighed, fisting his hands in Corey’s thick hair as his friend moved lower, over his belly, lower.“God, yes. Yes.”


Corey knew his way around Ian’s body like a seasoned lover, even if this were their first time. It was so easy, so comfortable, the way their bodies reacted to each other. The way they fit together. “You’re beautiful,” Corey whispered. “More beautiful than any of the girls I’ve ever been with. You’re my first guy, but I’m going to pretend you’re my first ever.”


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