"When I push it into your mouth... just swallow." His lips part slightly, breath uneven. I lean in, close enough to count the flecks in his eyes. Our knees brush slightly. He pulls back a second too late. I take a slow drag, hold it, then exhale steady between us. The smoke slips past his lips, and in that second, I can't help it. I press my mouth to his. *** Blake Callahan ruined me without even trying. Now I'm going to ruin him too-one threat, one kiss, one perfectly timed prank at a time. He has everything-money, looks, and a last name that opens doors. The golden boy of Seattle: captain of the soccer team, top of the class, with a future already written in Ivy League gold. Me? I'm Ryder Quinn. Dyed hair, piercings, fists bruised from too many fights, and a life with no safety net. Reckless. Broke. No future. We come from opposite worlds-his built on privilege, mine on survival. We're supposed to hate each other. And for a while, we do. But hate turns into tension. Tension turns into something neither of us can control. Because loving him was never part of the plan. Destroying him was.

Matteo Bailey and Ruben Starling were never supposed to get along. As two rising solo artists at the peak of their careers, their rivalry was the stuff of tabloid gold-snide remarks in interviews, tense award show encounters, and a fan-fueled firestorm of competition. But somewhere between the chaos of the music industry and the relentless pressure of fame, their animosity gave way to something unexpected: a tentative friendship built on late-night conversations, shared frustrations, and an unspoken understanding no one else could offer. As the world speculates about their every move, Matteo and Ruben must figure out what truly matters-and how much of themselves they're willing to risk for the connection they never saw coming. Enemies. Friends. Something more? Fame changes everything. © yuanjia 2025 Highest Rankings: #1 slowburn out of 84k stories #1 friendstolovers out of 51.7k stories #1 gayfiction out of 27.7k stories #1 singer out of 19.9k stories #1 lgbtromance out of 782 stories #2 gayromance out of 26.5k stories #3 gay out of 391k stories #5 lgbtlove out of 17.8k stories #10 gayfiction out of 28.7k stories

Blake Benson carries an irrefutable air of sophistication about him, one that is as infuriating as it is unsettling. There's nothing worse than working for a prick... ..So what is it about Blake Benson that keeps Callum Greene coming back for more? **Please note, I own no rights to the cover photo and this book will contain MxM content. **

VERSION 1 "Have I ever told you how cute you are?" "I think that's enough alcohol for one night, your jokes aren't funny anymore." "It wasn't a joke though" 'Real sweet but I wish you were sober.' Alexander Halifax, an orphan from the age of 6, after the tragic car crash that instantly killed both his parents, now living alone in a small, crappy apartment with his fat cat, Chubs. In the past he got his young heart ripped to pieces after one -and what he wished was his last- relationship. So, he shut out anything related to that sickening feeling, until he laid his eyes upon the man, deemed the prince of his high school and a walking sun, Aether Andilet. Torn between love and hate, with the work of betrayal, alcohol, and Aether's pretty face, He finds himself spiraling down a whirlpool of love, confusion, and the past. warnings - sexual references, strong language. this is getting re - written! plot still structured around the title, but with more planned plot. V1 will not get edited no matter how many spelling errors/ plot holes as i cannot bring myself to.

Like most gay love stories in the country, Dhruv and Vidit's began online. But there were no dating apps involved, just an Instagram group chat for Taylor Swift fans. Dhruv wasn't looking for love, only a debate about Taylor's best bridge but fate had other plans. For years, their world existed within the confines of a screen. Messages sent at odd hours, voice calls stretching late into the night, confessions woven between casual conversations. They had been everything to each other, even if neither had dared to put a name to it. But now, standing face to face for the first time, everything felt different. Familiar yet electric. Vidit's voice carried weight in a way it never had through a speaker. His touch was brief, almost hesitant, setting off a chain reaction beneath Dhruv's skin. His eyes lingered just a second too long, searching for something, as if realizing that love through a screen had only been the beginning. Somewhere between ranking albums and decoding Easter eggs, Dhruv had accidentally found his person. This is the story of Dhruv and Vidit. A love that started in DMs, survived the distance, and became something neither of them saw coming.