A.F. Henley

Doren was born with a powerful gift -- a gift he's managed to use to put him well on his way to becoming a star. But there is more to that gift than just musical talent, and as careful as Doren is to hide that fact, there are some who know of the power behind the sound, and all the ways they could abuse it.<br><br>August's goal in life is simple: make an impact in the music industry. An opportunity to work as the personal assistant to Doren seems to be exactly the kind of break he needs to accomplish that goal.<br><br>But all too often in life, simple becomes just another complication, especially when there are people whose goal is even simpler: destroy and dominate.

The Gift

“Quit it,” August scolded. “You’re getting me wet.”


Now that didn’t sound like a bad idea at all, Doren decided. Far better than drinks or food or sleeping. Getting August wet sounded like just the thing to do—with spit, with lube, with whatever the hell he could manage to get August to agree to. He banged the shower off and tweaked his fingers in a come-hither gesture.


“Why do I even bother to argue with you?” August asked him, leaning against the sink with a look on his face that Doren was sure the law would call “intention.”


For the first time ever August approached him, pushing away from the sink and walking to where Doren waited. That shouldn’t have been as salacious as it was. But the act of coming forward, of August bringing himself to him like that, seemed so perfect in the moment.


Chapter 58