Arthur and Freddie have what we'll call an unusual relationship. Half-naked sleepovers, borrowing each-other's boxers, and the occasional unexpected wank session. But don't worry, no homo exists for a reason, and it's one of their favourites. Best friends, no benefits, and a whole lot of strings attached. But their dysfunctional dependence on each-other will catch up on them at some point, and when it does, who knows? Maybe they'll snog and shag and fall in love, or maybe they'll snog and shag and fuck it up. I guess we'll find out... eventually.

Keagan is the definition of bad boy. College man with a body that could make even God moan and an attitude to put the devil to shame. Between classes and drinking parties , sex and boys, Keagan had it all. Until Jamison. Small, skinny , anti-social. Will he be able to tame the sex god or be eaten alive?

HR-19SS | Sammy Walcott is the loner boy. The boy with scars and bruises. The quiet lacrosse boy. Sammy doesn't have a problem being alone and everybody has come to know and respect this. That's until Elijah Gracia comes back to town. Being alone isn't possible anymore. Copyright © CriticallyIntense

"What's wrong?" He asked softly, grabbing Kai's arm and preventing him from running away again. "N-nothing." Kai whispered looking down at his shoes. Nicolas lifted Kai's chin and looked into his black eyes with a soft look. "I know something is wrong. Tell me." He coaxed moving his hand from Kai's chin to cup his cheek instead. "I don't like it when you laugh and smile with Rex" Kai mumbled. "I want you to only smile at me." _____________________________________________ Kai and Nicolas were best friends. They've always been best friends. Everyone around them craved to have a friendship as beautiful as theirs. Nothing could change it. Until something could. Something as simple as feelings.

*COMPLETED* 1978. Jesse Davis is gay and that is not a problem. Until his parents decide to send him away from London for his last year of high school to live with his aunt, uncle and cousins in Evanston Utah. Being a gay teen in a very christian town, Jesse asks himself, how the hell he could survive that year. Simple, with the help of his cute English partner, who also happens to be the captain of the christian committee "Gods Love", Nathanael Andrews. The two become close, even tho Nathanael is basically engaged to his committee partner Mary-Jane. Will Jesse and Nathanael find a way to love? How will the town take the news? Warning: Includes violence, mature scenes, strong language Rankings: #1 Utah 14/08/20 #1 1970s 03/09/20 #3 70s 12/09/20 #2 church 01/01/21 #1 lgbtrights 07/01/21

In a universe where after puberty hits a telepathic bond is created between two soulmates, Hunter has been waiting for his soulmate bond to form for three years. He has been ready to meet him. So, when he hears Alex's voice for the first time he is immensely happy. Alex never thought it'll be a guy. Hearing Hunter's voice terrifies him; no one can know his soulmate is a boy. His parents won't accept it. His friends won't understand it. But with each day that passes, the more they get to know each other. The more they fall in love. How long can they be like this? How long can they keep it a secret? In the end, love always comes out. Trigger Warning: substance abuse, homophobia and mentions of suicide First Published: 28/7/2018

Jack and Tyler meet at Our Redeemer Baptist Camp when they're seven years old. They're polar opposites, Jack being outgoing and Tyler a nervous wreck, but they quickly become inseparable. Despite the fact that they only see each other for one week every year, they become best friends. When that brotherly love turns into something more, Tyler tries his best to convince himself it's nothing. But when Jack reciprocates that feeling, neither of them know what to do. Together, they fight the odds. From homophobic parents to school bullies, they're bonded together for life. Inspired by real life experiences Highest ranking: #3 in realistic fiction, #2 in teenagers, #1 in christians, #2 in writtenwithpride

Book 3 of Reverse. Can be read as a stand-alone. bxb Being a male prostitute wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Every rake in England likely dreamed of the job, but Hollem could tell them that it wasn't all sex and sweet talk. He watched liars stalk through the doors at half past midnight, their heads held high, as if they weren't cheating on their wives. Young lads would come in during the early evening, drunk off their minds. Dealing with them was one of his main duties. They always thought that just because they had money, that they could have a go at any girl they wished. Well, that wasn't how his mistress's brothel was run. He had his own clients more often than one would think. Ladies of high prestige were common during the early hours of the morning, seeking a satiation that their husbands couldn't provide. Ruined ladies also found their way to him, dreaming of a love that they could no longer find due to losing their womanhood before marriage. Rarely, he had male clients. Usually they were young lads about their twenties. They were always hesitant and quiet. Nervous. More than half of them were sent away with a short talk. The few he did take to bed were given what they had come for, but they weren't loved. That was an emotion Hollem believed to be untrue, and he considered nothing able to change his mind on that fact.

Book 3 of HomeLess Growing up in a family was what most kids who didn't have one, would dream about. As he got older, however, A.J. found himself dreaming about the same thing... yet he had a family. He'd been loved by that family as a child, but as he grew, their attention slowly shifted to his younger brother. He came to understand that his adoptive parents would focus a little more on their actual genetic child, but he wasn't prepared to deal with how quickly he lost everything he had cherished. The packed lunches stopped coming when he turned ten. Eleven, the birthday parties ceased. At fourteen, his younger brother was 'too old' to have to share his room, so A.J. was moved to the small laundry room. At sixteen, there were no more 'I love you' or 'have a good day'. At seventeen, the lunch money stopped and the hateful glares started. Then the angry words. Everything he did was wrong. The dishes weren't clean. The laundry wasn't folded right. By the time he finally graduated, a few days after his nineteenth birthday, there was no more attention of any sort. They ignored him, except to tell him that his chores weren't done well enough and that he didn't deserve to eat until they were. A.J., desperate for some sort of attention, and honestly starving, tried one last thing to get them to at least show so semblance of caring, even if it was negative. He told them that he was gay. At nineteen, only a few days after his graduation, A.J. was kicked out of his home with an empty stomach, and an empty heart.