All Chapters of GOLDEN BOY, BAD BOY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

DREAMS, DESKS AND DIRTY THOUGHTSHis hands were everywhere and his kisses were like fire, burning with passion. Blake ran his hands over Ethan's body before pushing him hard, pinning him against the locker. The cold, metal surface bit at Ethan's skin through his shirt but he didn't mind it. He wanted to push Blake away, but the quarterback's arms were strong, holding him in place. Before he could react, Blake's tongue was already entwined with his, his right hand moving from his neck to his hair. “You like this?" Blake muttered under his quickened breath as he shoved his other hand under Ethan's shirt, pinching his nipples. Ethan gasped as he pulled Blake's head back, soft moans escaping his lips. “Shut up,” he whispered, voice trembling. His body betrayed him - hips shifting forward, hands finding Blake’s waist.Ethan could feel the jock's toned body under his hoodie and he wanted so much to run his hands over the chiseled muscles, feeling every curve. Blake chuckled softly, pulli

THE TASTE OF REGRETThe house carried the strong smell of beer–one that Ethan knew too well. It mixed with the faint scent of cigarette smoke clinging to the couch cushions and curtains, welcoming him as he opened the door. Coughing, he pushed through the ash cloud as he prayed his brother was already passed out. “Yo, genius." Another prayer unanswered. "Hey… come here.”Ethan muttered a curse under his breath, halting halfway down the hallway. Sucking air through clenched teeth, he turned to his brother. Jack Sanders laid sprawled across the couch, one hand holding a half-empty beer bottle, the other clutching loosely the TV remote. Cold pizza littered the coffee table before him and the TV buzzed with the sports channel, flickering blue light across the room. “Why you sneaking into the house?" Jake slurred slightly, squinting at Ethan. “You steal something? Are you past your curfew? Shit, is it past nine already?" “I'm not sneaking,” Ethan mumbled, adjusting the strap of his