Smart guy Donovan Harris catches the lustful attention of bad boy Nick Catalano. Nick wants what he can’t have and forces himself onto Donovan. Things heat up when Nick’s antics makes Donovan hate him more causing Nick to question his lust...or love?

Let's just say, awkwardness + sexual tension + misunderstandings = love. The 4 lines from NSYNC - "I Want You Back" 🎵You're all I ever wanted You're all I ever needed, yeah! So tell me what to do now When I. want. you. back!🎵

A story of 2 gay college men falling in love. The 3 lines from Ke$ha (feat. Ashley Tisdale) - "Boy Like You" 🎵What do I do with a boy, with a boy like you? L-like you, what do I do with you?🎵 🎵(Ohh-oh, ohh-oh, ohh ooooh!...) With a boy like you!🎵

Scottie.... If there was a picture of a person next to the definition of being socially inept in the dictionary, the picture would have been of me. Dealing with people gave me hives. Just the thought of talking to someone I'm not familiar with made me want to curl up into a ball and hide from the world. But no one understood that, no one understood me. Not my Aunt, and definitely not the limited amount of people in my life. No one that is until Him. He walked into my Aunt's bakery and I swear from that moment on, he owned me. Mind, body, and soul. Nolan... I am a Master Dominant, a self-made man in my own right. I have no doubts about myself. I have a lot to offer any sub of my choosing. I'm wealthy. I own several businesses. From my elite members only get-away that catered to the rich and famous in the lifestyle. To my new kink-friendly club I'm getting ready to launch directly across the street from a quaint little bakery that employed a young man sweeter than any of the confections they had to offer. It's been a long time since I've had a boy of my own. Don't get me wrong, I have beautiful boys throwing themselves at my feet on a daily basis. I've trained most of them in the art of submission, but none of them have caught my interest like this gorgeous Angel has. I needed to make him mine as much as I needed air to breathe. He will be my boy.

By Bloodshed or by Death we shall never part. One Day I met a group of boys, the next we became brothers. The day after? They were gone. [May contain Smut, Gore-aka blood, Death, mentions of self harm and mental health].