Authors: Joey James Hook
Tags: #erotic MM, #Romance MM
College is a lot more complicated than anyone thought.
For Blake, it’s a test of wills and patience—who will accept
him, and who will cast him out? Every connection he makes
brings him further and further away from his own
ever-growing dark thoughts. Maybe someone can even
convince him he’s not just a freak.
Devon’s starting to realize how much it’s a growing up
experience. He’s away from his best friend in a whole new
world, and he’s got a lot to learn.
Riley, the unlikely friend and frat boy, finds himself
pulling away from his typical clique—including Dominic,
the bully and star quarterback, and gravitating elsewhere.
Work, fascination, friendships—needless to say, they’ll
never be the same.
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Joey James Hook
This novel is dedicated first and foremost to the one who
sat beside me while I wrote most of this: my sweetheart.
She’s my partner, my inspiration and my strongest
supporter. I love you so much, baby. Thank you for
everything. Second, to Jimmy “The Rev” Sullivan, RIP
1981-2009. Third, to my best friends, and finally, to my
mother, who has been the most loving, understanding
godsend anyone could ask for. Love you.
evon was new to the university, but he’d been told that
D it was easier to socialize halfway through the year at
college than at high school. That being said, he was feeling
very awkward about everything as he moved his things into
the co-ed dorm he’d be living in for the year. He’d tried to
get into the boys-only one, but it’d filled up too fast.
He’d been told by a very professional-seeming RA that
his roommate was a girl named Jillian, and he’d felt odd
about that, but it didn’t matter. What he found strange was
when he walked into his room there wasn’t any girly stuff.
The bed was simple, black and dark brown bedding with a
bunch of rock music posters on the wall and a shit-ton of
books lining the walls, crammed in any empty space in that
side of the room. That didn’t mean much though, he
thought. His sister wasn’t super-girly, so maybe this girl
Devon started setting up his side of the room, idly
wondering when Jillian would be coming in so he could
introduce himself. Nerves tensed up his stomach and he
tried to breathe through it, but it didn’t help.
He settled down on his bed with a sigh and let himself fall
back on the hard mattress, staring up at the ceiling. He
grabbed his iPod and his headphones, pushing the buds in
his ears and shutting his eyes, letting the music take him
He heard the door open after about twenty minutes and
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he sat up, looking at the door. The first thing he saw was
short, spiked, black hair with a pink stripe through
it—which was one of the defining characteristics that the RA
had told him—and so he assumed it was who he was
waiting for, but then the person turned.
He cocked his head and gave a confused smile. “Hi,” he
said. This couldn’t have been his roommate. It was definitely
a guy, a little taller than him in fact, with a soft but
masculine facial structure.
“Hey,” the other man said with a small, shy sort of smile
as he moved to let his messenger bag fall to the floor. “I’m
gonna assume you’re Devon?”
“Yeah, but, uh, who’re you?” Devon asked, sliding off his
bed and setting his iPod aside. The other man gave a
“All right, so they didn’t tell you obviously,” he said,
rolling his eyes up to the sky with a heavy sigh, rubbing at
his face. “My name’s Blake. Which is what they’re supposed
to use when they introduce me, but they don’t care.”
“What are you talking about?” Devon asked in confusion,
crossing his arms and taking in the other man’s stature. His
body was lean, a little on the curvy side, but it wasn’t any
different than he’d expected.
“I’m sorry, this has got to be confusing,” Blake said with
an empathetic smile.
“Yeah, I’m very confused. Who are you, and where’s my
roommate?” Devon asked, and his voice had been a little
harsher. He would have winced himself, and he saw that
Blake’s countenance changed just a little.
Blake shut his eyes and held his arms out in defeat.
“Wait, they told me that my roommate’s name is Jillian,”
Devon asked, getting more annoyed by the minute.
Blake gave another heavy sigh. “That’s my legal name,”
he said in a tone of such poisonous disgust that the anger
immediately disappeared from Devon’s body, leaving only
“Wait…you’re…what?” Devon stuttered, and he watched
as Blake turned bright red and walked away from him,
crossing his arms over his chest.
Blake unfolded his arms and picked up a book off the
edge of the nightstand beside his bed. He walked back over
and held it out to Devon, who took it and looked down at
. He looked back up at Blake, but
he saw that he’d walked away and was sitting on his bed,
legs pulled to his chest.
“Wait, I’m still confused. Can’t you just explain this in
plain terms?” Devon asked, moving over to Blake and
standing beside his bed.
Blake looked up with a humorless smirk. “No, you can
read that book and you’ll figure it out on your own. You’re
smart, you got into this college after all,” he said in a tone of
false sweetness, standing and walking past Devon and back
out of the room, shutting the door firmly.
Devon sighed and flopped down on the bed that Blake
had just left, opening up the book still in his hands. He
furrowed his brows as the word
jumped out at
him, and he scratched at his head, continuing to read.
The confusion just deepened as he kept going, until he
reached the actual definition of the word that clobbered him.
person having a strong desire to assume the physical
characteristics and gender role of the opposite sex.
Everything seemed to suddenly make sense.
“Oh, shit,” he muttered, shutting the book and groaning
as he rubbed firmly at his face. His head was hurting from
the different thoughts rushing through his mind. He
couldn’t quite grasp onto it, really. It was just too much to
process. He’d never had any experience with people like
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He supposed he’d just have to adjust, because Blake
already intrigued him. He felt like a fucking dick for reacting
the way he did though.
He’d apologize whenever Blake came back.
Devon’s phone rang and he had to scramble across the
room to get it, pulling it out of his bag with much effort and
by the time he got to it, he’d missed the call.
“Motherfucker!” he cursed loudly and ran one hand through
his hair agitatedly as he called Andy back.
“What the fuck, asshole? Ignoring my calls?” Andy’s
bantering voice hit him like a train, and Devon laughed a
little, collapsing back on his own bed.
“No, I was just across the room, douche. You know I’d
never ignore your calls,” he replied in a saccharine tone,
making Andy bark out a harsh laugh.
“So, how’s your first day been so far, college boy?” Andy
asked, a smirk evident in his tone. Devon scoffed and shook
“It’s been awkward as fuck. I already pissed off my
roommate,” Devon lamented, letting out a huffy sigh when
Andy started laughing at him. “Seriously, dude! It’s not
“Kinda funny,” Andy retorted, making Devon roll his
“Remind me why you’re my best friend again? I seem to
have forgotten,” Devon replied, laughing under his breath as
Andy started cackling.
“Because you can’t fucking live without me, fucker,”
Andy replied in a sure tone, but unfortunately it was true.
Andy was pretty much the only person who’d been able to
keep Devon sane over the years, even though the guy drove
him insane sometimes.
“Pfft, as if,” he said, but he knew Andy knew damn well
how he actually felt about the whole thing. They didn’t get
sappy very often, mostly when they were really drunk, but
they knew where they both stood.
“You’re a dick,” Andy told him, and Devon snickered.
“That’s part of the reason you love me, jackass,” he
replied, and it was Andy’s turn to laugh. Devon could just
imagine him shaking his head at him in pure mirthful
“Yeah, maybe,” Andy mused, and Devon exhaled deeply
as he relaxed, staring at the ceiling again as their talk
dissolved into what was going on at home, who got arrested
and why the local arcade burned down.
Andy somehow always made him feel better.
* * * *
Blake was so pissed off that he went straight over to his best
friend’s dorm, knocking on Ethan’s door firmly and leaning
against the doorframe as he waited. Anger and frustration
bubbled under the surface and he felt a sudden urge to run
down the hall, find the RA and punch him in the face.
He’d tried to talk to the guy at least six times about calling
him Blake, but he’d gotten his hands on legal records and