In moments calloused large hands gripped onto the hips of the boy. Encouraging him to move in a controlled rhythm. It was intense. He could see the foggy pleasure in the boys eyes now, lust swirling deeper within and consuming him. Julian was very sure that the same feelings were reflected in his own at this point. The tempo was starting to get sloppier now as the small angel demanded more friction. He was now bouncing in a quicker pace, trying desperately to achieve that orgasm that he was chasing. With a quick movement Julian had his small angel's cock in his own hand and he was moving in an alternate tempo. Causing an ear shattering moan to escape the singers whisper pink lips before he closed his eyes in rapture, cumming all over Julian's hand and stomach. The whole image caused Julian to cum himself, roaring in satisfaction as he released himself inside of his angel, his lover, his whole world. God how he wanted this boy. He wanted to marry him. He wanted to wake up to him every morning and he wanted to help him get his wings and fly with his beautiful voice. But Julian did not say any of this as the whole world calmed down around them. Back to reality now, Julian only took ahold of his lovers cheek and whispered "Yes I'll stay in bed with you Angel." Julian Osiris is one of the top music producers in the world, every person wants him, men, women. That is until Julian meets a young singer at a strip club one night. There's one thing that I forgot to mention. Julian is gay, and he wants the young singer. Badly, but what will happen if that one night that Julian gets, comes crashing down around him with two words. "I'm pregnant." PRIVATE CHAPTERS! IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO READ THEM THEN YOU WILL NEED TO FOLLOW ME AS THEY ARE R RATED......

This is a DDLB story (Daddy Dom, Little Boy) If you don't know what that is, you should look it up. Keep your hate to yourself, if you aren't a fan of what this is, don't read it. Thank you. -------- Chris Hayden and James Potter... This is their story. This is NOT a harry potter fanfic. I just liked the named James Potter sorry for any confusion.

[Boyxboy, LGBT fiction] One-Shot : A literary work usually between 100 to 5,000 words, with no chapters or sequels. Is generally used as a synonym of 'short story'. Some people attribute the word to meaning the story is a fanfiction, but that would be a One-Shot fanfic, not a One-Shot. In simple terms, a one-shot is a short piece, whether it be a single photo or a single story, that sticks to one subject and has no chapters, no volumes and no sequels. (I'd like to point out now that even though it says above that a One-Shot doesn't have sequels or other chapters, that doesn't mean certain stories of mine won't become standalone novels or series' in the future. Some One-Shots might even have second parts to them, though if they manage to spread into more than two parts, they will most likely be put into their own book.) ------------------------- This book is made up of short stories containing things such as love between males, sexual scenes, foul language, suicide, self harm, etc. Some stories are rated PG while others are more R. Warnings are at the beginning of each story.

Troye has a perfectly normal life, thank you very much. He attends high school almost regularly, and sees no qualms having a steady relationship with the inside of his closet. That is, until his stepbrother Dallas decides to make him have some. Dallas has no problem with being the center of attention, I mean hell- he's going to be the alpha of a brand new wolf pack in a matter of a year. Moving in with his little fairy of a step brother? Now that's gonna be a problem. Little does Troye know, Dallas is going to create issues far worse than coming out of the closet. DISCLAIMER: This story is old, writing is poor, and in general needs an overhaul. Enjoy at your own risk :)

*COMPLETED* (Y.O.L.O stands for: YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE) *** Carter Jones, the school nerd, and Killian Henderson, the reputated troublemaker, somehow end up getting detention together. "How about we make a bet?" Offered Killian, his pistachio-green eyes drilling into mine as a playful smile lingered on his lips. "A bet?" I gulped, intimidated by how close he was sitting next to me. He nodded and raised four fingers, the ones with the letters "Y.O.L.O" tattooed on them, wriggling them in front of me with his ever-so-confident grin. "Four dares, Jones, just you and me." And that's how it all started. *** Rankings: #fiction #featured #queer #gay #depression #bl #youngadult #featured #comedy #bisexual #manxman #teen fiction #boyxboy #bxb #LGBT #romance Cover designed by Holly Thurston

When Desmond Mellow transfers to an elite all-boys high school, he immediately gets a bad impression of his new deskmate, Ivan Moonrich. Gorgeous, mysterious, and menacing, Ivan is exactly what Desmond doesn't need in his life - or so he thinks... ***** After causing trouble in his previous high school, Desmond is struggling to adapt to his new environment at Ivory High and to stop living in the shadow of his perfect older brother. As usual, trouble follows Desmond wherever he goes and nothing is going well. To make matters worse, he seems to have attracted the attention of The Class Prince, aka the infamous Ivan Moonrich. But despite their rocky start, Desmond begins to grow feelings for Ivan, discovering a new side of his identity that he never thought to experience. [[word count: 50,000 - 60,000]] Cover designed by Joe Resch

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.