"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

Phoenix is a rich boy from Galveston, Texas. His parents force him to move to Oxford, England. He goes to live in a large and beautiful boarding school. There he meets his roommate who he finds to be quite interesting. Will his roommate think the same of him. Will they become friends or something more... Read and find out. P.S.- Feel free to vote and comment as much as you like.

Rating R18+. Contains themes of sex, suicide, abuse, sexual violence and death. Tyler's running out of excuses. He can't hold down a job, can't stay with anyone beyond a single night, and his nightmares and horrible past simply won't stop haunting him. Without any money, he's on the brink of having to go back home, something he'd kill to avoid. An encounter with an ex offers him a solution- to find someone else who can pay the bills, if only Tyler could give them one thing: submission. There's only one dominant Tyler can find himself even remotely interested in- someone he would've never looked at twice before. He's intense and secretive, and the electricity between them can't be ignored- but Tyler's new to this, but he's determined to figure out what seems to be wrong with Colby. But Tyler's got secrets, some worse than others- all of which he finds harder and harder to keep from Colby.

"Good, you're early. Perfect. Come with me." From the tour Don gave me yesterday I knew he was taking me to the kitchen. I guess I'm about to find out why. "Make me that wicked cup of coffee you spoke about." God, his accent. "As you wish, sir," I said with a mock British accent. "And what flavor do you prefer?" I asked, looking at the variety of International Delight creamers. "Pick the one you like." His voice was smooth and soft as he said that. I couldn't stop myself from smiling or turning around to look at him. He had his butt resting against the counter. He had his arms crossed over his chest and one foot over the other as he watched me. I felt my breathing pick up at how sexy he looked. My God. He wore high water pants, this time green, and boat shoes instead of loafers. Someway somehow he managed to pull off a leather jacket with that outfit. I don't know much about fashion but I would not even dare to put those two together. I could tell he had really broad shoulders. An image flashed through my mind. I had my hands underneath his arms and my fingernails digging into his shoulder as he backed me up against a wall and wrap my legs around his waist, fucking me hard against the wall. Jesus Christ, I hope Tommy doesn't ask me about him again because he's going to be very pissed if I tell him I imagined my boss banging me against the wall.