Jamie is excited to finally be on campus. It's time to find his kind of people - gay, that is. Instead, he finds a blindingly handsome straight guy who keeps following him around, calling him 'roomie' (they're not roommates), and breaking through every defense Jamie has put up. Is it possible for a stranger to imprint on you like that? And is Davis as straight as he says he is? Tropes: college romance, slow burn, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, gay for you, bisexual awakening. No trigger warnings. Mature rating for a few sexually explicit scenes. P.S. This story is written, so don't worry. I will publish new chapters every Tuesday and Friday. By the way, this is my first story and I'm excited to hear what you think! Feel free to leave comments and tell me your thoughts. Yayyy.

When Remy's roommate suggests that he should try to be a Sugar Baby, Remy is appalled... until he realizes he's buried in student loans. He hates the whole idea of people paying you for sex and he hates the idea of sharing his partner with other guys, but... he agrees to go to one event. One event, that's it. He won't sign any contracts. Then he meets the hottest Sugar Daddy alive and he starts to question everything. Jaxson Clear is hot, rich, mysterious, and very insistent about making Remy his next boy. Unfortunately, they are as different as night and day, and the more they try to bridge the gap, the less common ground they manage to find. Will they be able to make things work? This has more angst than my usual stories, but don't worry, it has a HEA. It's also completely written, so don't worry, it's not going to be abandoned half-way. Finally, it has some 50 Shades of Gray vibes, but gay obviously. Content warnings: Mature sexual content and language (between consenting adults) Tropes: Age gap/age difference, Daddy/boy kink, Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby, hurt comfort, opposites attract, nerdy gay boy, virgin boy, nerd/player

Avery is always looking for a reason to throw a party. Mid Sumer's Eve is no different. The annual bonfire goes off without a hitch. Well, maybe one hitch, Antonio was unexected.

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"It's the fire. It doesn't burn me." Ray Ashton is seventeen, gay and a ragged survivor on the streets. Kicked out by his father and drastically shocked by the death of his mother, Ray lives each day of his life in the clutches of cold and dreadful memories. A chance encounter with a boy, leading to handcuffs brings back Ray's life to focus. Plagued by fire, yellow tints and blue halos, Ray believes he's going crazy until he realizes that there just might be more to the boy and even more to himself. He just has to figure out how to get the fire from rekindling. --- Major Editing Going On! So there will be some things you might not understand until I'm done editing. Thank you for giving my book a chance :)

BOOK ONE Coming out was supposed to set Julian free. Instead, it left him with a broken arm, a mother who won't stop preaching, and a silence that grows heavier every day. High school feels like a cage, and Julian is certain he doesn't belong anywhere-until Paul crashes into his world. With his inked skin, effortless charm, and a following that makes him untouchable, Paul should be the last person Julian lets close. But in Paul's arms, Julian feels something he's never known before: safe. As their connection deepens, so does the danger. Loving Paul means risking exposure, rejection, and heartbreak all over again. Worse, it means facing the cruelest voice of all-the one inside Julian's own head. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Open is a story about first love, first heartbreak, and finding the courage to believe you're worthy of both. ::: I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted. And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently. Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay." Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears. And I felt at ease.