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Beauty and the Leased M/M

Lydian Press

Heat Rating: STEAMY
Word Count: 24,435
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Wanted: Fake boyfriend. Paid Position.

ROMANCE. Wealthy, clueless college jock himbo, Jerrod Spicer, will do anything to make his cheating boyfriend, Kyle, jealous even down to messing with the affection of nerdish Colm Bransfield, one of his biggest fans, all under the eye of bitchy gossip columnist, Cicely Trublood. Colm needs money for his college fees and Jerrod is prepared to pay handsomely, at least in cash, for Colm to pretend to be his rebound boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

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He was the most handsome man I had ever seen, while I’m what you’d probably describe as plain or unprepossessing. No matter, it was me who made him scream like he wanted to bring the roof down. He wasn’t faking it either.

“I left the cash in the usual spot,” Jerrod said as he came back from the bathroom, his damp dark hair coyly hanging over his tanned face, now scrubbed clean of my sticky warm spunk. Given the opportunity, I could stare at this man all day. Unbelievable that I’d just had those perfect lips pressed to mine, that hard, muscular body bent beneath me as I ploughed his taut bubble butt. My body, still naked under the sheet, was…stocky. Yeah, that’s another word for overweight. Just slightly. My muscles were hardly the stuff of anyone’s wet dreams. My face is so ordinary that if I lost it, it would be weeks before anyone even noticed. No one would go searching Lost and Found to get it back.

I must be the luckiest guy in the world. Somewhere in my youth and childhood, as Julie Andrews sang, I must have done something good.

In case you’re wondering if you read Jerrod’s comment correctly, let me reveal that, yes, you did. Jerrod Spicer was paying me for sex. Not the other way round. There was no need for him to pay anyone; people were lining up to bed him: all ages, genders, nationalities, religious affiliations, political persuasions. In fact, just about anyone who was still breathing, although I’m sure had zombies existed they’d get hard for Jerrod as well.

Pity it was a commercial transaction. I never wanted it this way. Still didn’t, but if it was the secret to getting Jerrod Spicer to bed, then so be it. Didn’t mean I had to like it. See, I loved him. Had done all through college but he was so far above me in every department, no way would he ever reciprocate. In those days, he didn’t even notice me. I wasn’t a jock, or even a particularly bright scholar, just one of those inconsequential mid-range students who walk the campus invisible to all except his closest friends, and I had few enough of those.

I’d been fucking Jerrod, jock extraordinaire, most popular guy in college, the student most likely to become president, for weeks now. Dreams don’t get any better than that.

It didn’t start out as a sexual arrangement – far from it. That happened by accident. I have Jerrod’s previous boyfriend, Kyle, to thank for moving our relationship up a notch. He’d be spewing if he realized that through one stupid action he’d inadvertently accomplished for me what I had a snowball’s chance in hell of accomplishing on my own.

But you want to know how it all happened. From the beginning. Deep breath. Well…

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