[THIS IS A SAMPLE] Read the full story on Radish fiction. The link is in my Wattpad Bio. ---- Johnathan has always been helplessly in love with Wayne. Wayne, the top of his college's engineering class. Wayne, the student council president. Wayne, who was the best-graduating student in their class. Wayne and Johnathan used to have something, something Johnathan thought was a relationship, but when Wayne cuts all contact with him after they graduate, and Johnathan starts hearing rumors about Wayne getting married, he realizes that wasn't the case. Fast forward to the future where Wayne is asking for a second chance. Johnathan wants to hate him with every fiber of his being, but he can't just understand why in the world he still loves him.

Theo Wilkins lives a shadow of a life, trapped in memories from his abusive past. Years after his escape he's still learning how to be free. But there are degrees to freedom, and some he might never achieve. Cale Stone is used to be in control, both at work and at his home away from home. When Theo Wilkins crosses his path, Cale is forced to admit that he might not be able to help Theo no matter how good his intentions are. In fact, he might be better off staying away. Because how could he be of help when he represents everything Theo has learned to fear? This is a dark story, but it's not about the pain or the fear. It's about rising from the ashes to have a second chance at life and at love.

Austin, the school outcast, has been having visions for as long as he can remember. They're always important. He's saved countless lives by preventing disaster. But when he starts to have visions of Jesse Wilde's dark future, Austin has no clue when it comes to saving him. [boyxboy] DISCLAIMER: I was 15, thirsty and very very angsty when I wrote this. Please quit getting mad at me in the comments T__ T

"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.