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How far would you dare to go& to win it all?
Str8te Boys
© 2009 Evangeline Anderson
Maverick Holms and Duke Warren share almost everything a college soccer team, an apartment and
the same extremely competitive nature. Thanks to that never-back-down spirit, they re about to share more
than they bargained for.
The game is gay chicken . The rule: get as close as possible without kissing, and the one that pulls
away first is the loser. The problem: neither of them likes to lose. It isn t long before the game becomes an
excuse to touch and kiss in every possible forbidden way. And after they pose for a gay website to earn
extra money, things really heat up.
Suddenly Duke is talking lifetime commitment, and Mav is backpedaling as hard as he can, not sure if
he s ready to accept all his best friend is offering him. Or the truth about what he is.
Warning: Hot M/M sex inside. Do not open this book if you don t like the idea of two deliciously
muscular best friends becoming lovers.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Str8te Boys:
Mav frowned at his roommate. Any other guy would have backed off at the dangerous look in his
eyes but he knew Duke didn t back down for anyone. Neither did Mav as a general rule, even though he
wished he could. But he couldn t, because for some reason he was still hard harder than ever in fact and
if he jumped off the couch now, his state of arousal would show. There was nothing to do but sit there and
play the stupid game until his annoying best friend gave it up and moved on to other things.
Gay chicken, Duke whispered, leaning in. The idea was for two guys to get as close to kissing as
they could. The one to pull away first was the loser. Duke always won because he was a fierce competitor
where any sport was concerned be it soccer, baseball, basketball, football, table tennis& or gay chicken.
Come on, Duke, stop it, Mav murmured as his roommate got closer and closer. He could see the
little gold and green flecks in Duke s chocolate brown eyes, could smell the faintly spicy aftershave he
wore and under it, the warm scent of his skin.
Can t stop unless you give, Duke murmured, moving in. Gotta play to win, Mav. And you know I
always win.
Mav sighed, still looking deeply into his best friend s eyes. For some reason it reminded him of the
picture he d seen on the website of the two guys looking at each other. Yeah, you always have to win,
fag, he muttered, not sure if he was angry or& something else. By now his cock had gone from half-hard
to full-alert status and he didn t dare move. Or maybe he didn t want to? It was all very confusing. He d
never let Duke s mouth get this close to his own before. Always in the past he d pulled away, turned his
head, admitting that the game was getting to be too much for him, too intense. But this time he felt frozen
in time and space, helpless to do anything but watch his best friend s infuriatingly handsome face get
closer.
Duke s warm pink lips brushed his gently at first and then more firmly. He held the kiss for a long,
breathless moment before pulling back a fraction of an inch. Who s a fag now? His deep voice was low
and intimate. Do you give, roomie?
Mav felt like someone had stuck a lighting rod down the front of his pants and sent a bolt of
electricity straight through his cock. What the hell was wrong with him? Duke s posturing and games had
never affected him this way before. Well, not until recently, anyway. He thought again about jumping off
the couch and running up to his room. But that would look weird and besides, his hard-on would be way
too obvious, even if he moved fast. He was stuck, pinned to the couch.
What are you gonna do if I don t give? he asked, hating the rough, breathless tone in his own voice.
Maybe nothing. Maybe this. Duke leaned forward again. This time when their mouths met Mav felt
something warm and wet brush against the seam of his lips. His tongue, he realized, a shiver running
through him. Damn, he s actually licking me!
He opened his mouth to protest and suddenly Duke s tongue was right there, probing delicately
between his lips, forcing him to react.
Without knowing why he was doing it, Mav reached up and took a handful of his best friend s spiky
blond hair. Pulling Duke closer, he pressed his own tongue deep into the warm, luscious mouth covering
his own. Duke tasted like cinnamon and beer and heat. He tasted delicious.
Then Duke was pulling away abruptly, pretending to spit and wipe his mouth. Dude, you kissed me!
You were actually frenching me or some shit!
Mav frowned. That s what you get, asshole. Do you give? he asked, trying to cover his own
confusion. What just happened? Did I kiss him? What the hell?
Duke scowled. Damn it, Mav. I never lose at gay chicken.
Maybe because I always let you win. Mav held his best friend s gaze with his own, refusing to look
away.
I think you better give, Duke. Unless you want to be getting a whole lot gayer than you ever have
before. Ethan s dry voice pulled Mav back to the present. The other man was still sitting in the wicker
chair, watching them. But for a moment Mav had completely forgotten there was anyone else in the room
but him and his best friend.
Huh? Duke looked slightly confused, as if the kiss had caught him unawares too. Which it shouldn t
have since he d initiated it, Mav thought half angrily.
I said, I don t think your boy Maverick is going to back down this time. Ethan grinned. So unless
you want to bend over and let him fuck you to prove how extremely ungay you are, I think we have a new
reigning champ of gay chicken. And on that note& He stood and stuffed the iPhone in his pocket. I think
I better get going. Ev wants me to go to brunch with him and his mom. I m not looking forward to it. He
made a face.
Uh, sure. Okay. Duke still sounded dazed but at least he d stood up from the couch, putting some
distance between himself and Mav. See ya, Eeth. Thanks for comin by.
Talk to you later, straight boy. Ethan gave them one last searching look before letting himself out of
the apartment s front door.
Uh, well, I gotta go. Gotta& get something in my room. Duke nodded vaguely in the direction of his
bedroom.
Sure. See ya. Mav nodded, feeling a strange mixture of relief and disappointment that his annoying
best friend was finally getting out of his personal space. But as Duke turned to go, something caught Mav s
eye. There was a definite bulge in the crotch of his roommate s jeans.
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