"What if I'm not one?" I asked, my body wound tight with tension. "One what?" he asked, his voice soft and low. I hesitated. Was I ready? I wanted to tell him so badly. Wanted to scream it from the fucking rooftops. But there would be no going back if I allowed the words to spill out into the world. Telling myself I didn't need someone else's validation, that I knew myself well enough to know with absolute certainty that I was trans was all good and well in principle. But lying here underneath my bed, with my best friend's body pressed so close to mine I could feel his warm breath on my face, I felt those convictions slip through my fingers. Danny's rejection would break me. In a fundamental way. "One what?" he repeated the question, scooting so close to me the tip of his nose brushed mine. Dust motes danced around us, suspended in mid air, teetering on the brink of this momentous feeling wrapping itself around us. I squeezed my eyes shut, pushing down the rush of anxiety trying to drown me. His nose bumped mine again and his breath ghosted over my lips. I opened my eyes and stared unblinkingly into his. 'A girl', I wanted to say, even though I knew the words would taste sour in my mouth, 'what if I'm not a girl?' -------------------------------------- Sean and Danny have been next door neighbours and best friends since they were six years old. They've shared almost everything. From first kisses and crushes to heartbreak. But Sean has a secret. One he's never shared with his best friend - who's also the guy he's been in love with since he's known what love is. Sean is trans and struggling to come out. But it's Senior year and choices have to be made. Between college applications, uncovering a plan to hurt one of their classmates and his relationship with Danny, Sean is struggling with doing the right thing and graduating high school in one piece. ⭐to cross oceans for is PART I of Sean and Danny's story⭐ *TW: sexual assault and bullying *

At first glance, nobody would be able to tell that Nathaniel Jean had a problem. Or second glance, or third, or fourth. After all, he had everything. He was a captain of his school's soccer team and one of the top players in the state. He had a big house and money to spend. He had family, he had friends, he had fun, he had faith. He never meant for it to happen. He never wanted to look at another man in the way he should have been looking at a woman. The idea had disgusted him for most of his life - living in a heavily Catholic town with heavily Catholic parents, homophobia was the only response he knew. That didn't change when he first realized that he didn't like girls. No, Nathaniel Jean was still homophobic. He hated the idea of a man sleeping with another man. He was raised on the notion that all gays went to hell, and he believed it. He despised them, and so he despised himself. Nathaniel Jean was more fortunate than most, because help did arrive for him. Help by the name of Lucas Morgan, they boy he'd always known but never known. The boy with big dreams and bigger talent. The boy that changed Nathaniel's life over the course of their thirty-six week long senior year.

He leaned in closer. I could feel his hot breath on my face, his eyes never once leaving mine. Closer. Closer. And then his lips captured mine. My eyes fluttered closed. Sparks flew behind my eyelids as his skillful mouth worked mine. I was frozen, caught up in the improbability of it all. "Kiss me back" He murmured, pressing himself even closer. Immidetly I obeyed, opening my mouth and letting him in. A single moan escaped me, and if I hadn't been so intoxicated by him I would have cowered in embarrassment. He growled at that and took my bottom lip between his teeth tugging harshly at the swollen flesh. He finally released me and leaned back with a satisfied grin on his face as he eyed my trembling state of need. "Eventually you're going to have to choose Angel. Who's it going to be? Me, or my brother?"

Icarus Crane is a fledgling vampire with a feisty, free spirited attitude. He lives with his sire, and leads a peaceful life with his new family. His sire always warned him to never get near a master vampire. They're dangerous and powerful and hold no emotions what so ever. Once you're taken and claimed, by a master vampire you're more valuable than them because you hold their power. Icarus ignores the rules and runs into someone. Someone that decides he's going to make Icarus his own. This story is rated R, and not edited First book in the Supernatural Lovers series Part of a series but can be read as a stand alone

"Meat" has been a call-guy in Chicago's gay district for over a year and seems largely satisfied with his job. Until a peculiar new client makes him question if he should be serving his meat to everyone.

Liar. Murderer. Cutthroat. Thief. Slave. I'm all of these things and yet, none of them at all. Life hasn't been kind to me, teaching me that if I wanted something, I had to crawl, fight and beg for it, just to let it slip out of my grasp. But not anymore... The tables have turned and like a shadow in the night, I'll be sure to pay each and every one of my masters a visit.

(ManxManxMan+) __________________ Being a lilin demon, an incubus to be exact, was something that Winter had once enjoyed. He was powerful and the sex was great. But now his world was cold and colorless like the season he was named after. He was taught the hard lesson that no one could be trusted. People will stab you in the back the first chance they get. And he accepted it, too tired to put up a fight and falling deeper and deeper into the darkness. When he's sold to a collector after his latest master grows sick of him, he expects nothing to change. But what he finds is the exact opposite. The man, a powerful vampire lord, and his collection of troubled boys show a kindness that Winter hasn't experienced in a long time. They care about the reason behind his scars because they have scars of their own. But there's something more going on behind the walls of Wolfwell Manor, something that sends Winter reeling with power. Can Winter accept the lust that makes his body burn with need knowing that it goes hand-in-hand with love? Or will he allow his own self destruction? _________________ This story is a POLYAMOROUS romance between MULTIPLE MEN. [Trigger Warning]: Rape, self-harm, mental and physical abuse, and other mature themes. This story is copyrighted and is the sole property of GaySensei and is not to be uploaded onto any other site besides Wattpad.

"But you're my dad's boss, what would happen if he found out?" "Doesn't matter. All that matters is that we're here, alone, now, no interruptions." He placed a hand on my cheek and moved closer to me, leaving no space in between us. I stared into his beautiful ice blue eyes. He placed a hand on my hip and pulled me that little bit closer, before pressing his soft lips against mine. This is how it was supposed to go. - Alex and Lukas couldn't be more opposite; Alex is a famous millionaire who owns a huge company, while Lukas is just an average person only just navigating the real world. But you know what they say, opposites attract. The story follows Lukas, who is forced to join his dad at work, where he meets the rich and famous Alex Woods. After their friendship begins with a disaster, the both of them work to slowly build their bond, their innocent friendship evolving into something more passionate. Unfortunately, it's never that easy. In order to keep his strong image of being a rich and successful businessman, Alex cannot let the secret about his sexuality out, in fear of it affecting his career and life. Will Lukas and Alex's relationship survive all that is thrown their way? Find out in Dad's Boss. - Best ranks - #1 in #bxb, #1 in #manxman, #1 in #company, #1 in #boyxboy

Nico is reclaimed by his biological father, a Russian mob boss. Nico develops a crush on his father's second hand man, Miroslav. Spoken parts in italics are in Russian in the story. Reworked 2023 to address age gap. Cover art by 0Dauntlesstribute0