Driving home from a concert, William Prout worries his rock star vocalist boyfriend Alex “Tank” Sherman is about to dump him. Things haven’t been the same between them since Tank and his nu metal band went to New York City to discuss a recording contract. William doesn’t think their relationship can withstand the increased publicity Tank’s fame will attract. Already Tank is withdrawn, distracted, and won’t answer any of William’s questions.<br><br>William’s fears heighten when Tank directs him off the highway and along a series of dirt tracks. Where are they going? Will the end of their car journey also be the end of them as a couple, or has Tank worked out a way to have both a career and William?

You Rock!

Even though I’m shaking, my mind firing in God knows how many directions, I realize something is missing. “Did you get a ring for yourself?” I scan the ground but don’t see anything.


I look up at him in confusion. This only increases when Tank raises his T-shirt and pulls it over his head. Instantly my eyes take in his cobblestone abs, sweep up to his firm pecs and… “Oh, my, God!” Tank’s left nipple has a metal barbell through it.


“Got it done in New York,” Tank admits.


I reach out to touch it but he stays my hand.


My gaze moves between Tank’s left tit and his face. “Why? I mean you’re…” I know how afraid he is of needles.


“I thought about getting a tattoo but then figured this would be quicker.” He winces. “It might have been, but it hurt like a motherfucker. The guys had to hold me down while the tattoo guy did it.”


Chapter 8