Once the star of his high school basketball team, Nathan Gayle has played the field for years. Now in his twenties, he's getting tired of one night stands and heated hook-ups with strangers; he wants something more. Was that asking too much?<br><br>Wes Roberts has had a fierce crush on Nathan since high school. A chance encounter at prom created a memory Wes still cherishes, one perfect moment in time. His current relationship with Roger pales in comparison, but he's been with the man for eight months now and they've settled into a routine that's not exactly comfortable.<br><br>When Wes and Nathan meet up again years later at a friend's party, the spark between them is rekindled. But there's Roger, who wrestles with anger and drinking problems. Roger, whom Wes is still dating. Though the choice between the two men seems obvious, breaking up with Roger may be easier said than done.

Crushed

Nathan loved to hear his name in that voice,that breathless,that full of need.


Faint footsteps drifted through the heat of their touch,a soft crunch of gravel,and then Tom’s laughter separated itself from the music and the distant din of the party.Coming their way,but Nathan couldn’t seem to care about that right now.All he wanted was Wes above him,against him,in him so deep he’d never find his way out.


Tom’s laughter grew louder.When Wes tried to pull away,Nathan held onto the waistband of his jeans,arched up against him,kept him close.“Don’t,”he breathed,wrapping an arm around Wes’s neck.He could feel how close they were,his own body aching,his dick hard.Wes’s briefs were already damp against his hand.“Please don’t.”


The truck moved beneath them as Tom climbed up onto the back bumper.Wes looked over his shoulder and Nathan could see their friend backlit by the moon,smiling down at someone beside the truck.He hadn’t noticed them yet.“Only one full one left,honey,”he called out.


Chapter 8