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Total pages in book: 75
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The sporty roommate, the professor, and a history lesson…

Holden-

Ezra might be the most annoying roommate ever. He’s loud, obnoxious, and full of himself. So what if he’s a tall, muscular, tattooed jock? His tendency to strip to his boxers in the kitchen while helping himself to my food isn’t endearing in the slightest. Nope. Ezra has to go.

However, I have to admit, he’s the perfect fit to play the king for my historic reenactment event. Ezra in a royal robe…oh, this could be quite tantalizing indeed.

He won’t do it, though.

Unless I trick him into a history lesson.

Ezra-

Holden is the kind of dude who wears top hats and great coats while teaching astrophysics to brainiacs. Weird, right? But I gotta respect that level of commitment. And I respect him.

Sadly, Holden doesn’t feel the same way about me.

I guess I can’t blame him. Cranking his gears has been a highlight of my stint in geek land. I’ve never seen anyone get riled about yogurt like him. He makes me laugh. And think. And he makes me want things I’d never thought possible.

So yeah, I’ll take that history lesson. If it leads to something more, I’m in.

Love and History is a Bi-awakening geek/jock romance featuring a messy law student, a picky professor, and a lesson neither will forget!

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HOLDEN

“This above all: to thine own self be true.”—Shakespeare, Hamlet

“Where’s the coffee?”

I cradled my mug protectively, eyeing my underdressed and over-muscled roommate warily. “In the pantry. And good morning to you.”

Ezra grunted, slipping his fingers under the elastic of his black boxer briefs to scratch his ass as he meandered to the cupboard. He grabbed the box from the shelf and whirled to face me, shaking the contents.

“There’s only one left,” he growled accusingly.

I raised my mug in a mock toast. “Enjoy it. And…don’t forget to buy more on your way home from work, dear.”

Ezra glared at me, then stomped toward the coffee machine, inserted the last pod, and shoved a cup under the spout at the very last second…because that was how he rolled. I took a languid sip, willing my face not to give me away when he opened the fridge and—

“Where the fuck is the milk?”

I shamelessly stared at his fine rear view as he rummaged through the contents of the refrigerator.

Ezra Marsden might be a moldy rogue, but he had a very, very nice body. He was six four with dark-blond hair, brown eyes, broad shoulders, muscular biceps, chiseled abs, and powerful thighs. I’d never noticed anyone’s thighs in my life, but Ezra’s were…big.

He was big. Everything about the man was supersized. Including his ego and his warped sense of entitlement.

It had to be a jock thing. He’d played lacrosse for years and baseball too…I think. Nowadays, he was a law student, an intern with a prestigious LA firm, a gym rat, and yes…my rapscallion roommate. Ugh. Don’t ask.

Fine, I’ll tell you anyway.

It was a matter of desperate times calling for desperate measures. A few years ago, my best friend, Tommy, and I rented this ginormous five-bedroom house in Pasadena with three of our closest friends, Topher, George, and Asher. We’d been grad students at UCLA at the time with internships at NASA and Caltech, specializing in astrophysics and biomolecular physics. Some might call us nerds, and that was a-okay. We shared a love of science and a passion for learning.

Toph, George, and Ash went on to work for NASA full-time after graduation. They also moved in with their respective boyfriends, leaving Tommy and me to either find a smaller house or new roommates while we worked toward our PhDs and taught at Caltech. Staying put was the simpler choice. Our large two-story house in a quiet, centrally located neighborhood in Pasadena was a reasonable commute for young professionals who worked or went to school in LA. We didn’t think we’d have an issue finding two replacements—ideally grad students with backgrounds in science.

As the sports guys say…we struck out. There had to be thousands of worthy applicants in the area and yet, no one seemed interested. Asher’s boyfriend, Blake, suggested that our criteria were a tad too specific and that we might get lucky if we broadened our search. So we did. However, apparently it wasn’t broad enough. Other than Chet, a NASA Mars specialist who’d briefly rented Topher’s old room until moving down the street to live with his now-husband, Sam, we didn’t hear from anyone.

Well, no one suitable. The medical student from UCLA had three cats and a parrot. The engineer from Loyola was in a band. He’d asked if it was cool if he practiced drums in the garage. My allergy to cats and Tommy’s allergy to loud noises made those easy nos. It also made us desperate.

So when Blake said his buddies, Ezra and Cole, were looking for a place, we agreed to give them a try. Sure, they were jocks and not scientists, but Blake was a strong character reference. He was Asher’s significant other, and Asher had extremely high standards.

According to Blake, Ezra and Cole were “chill” dudes who were easy to get along with. Cough, cough. Yeah, right.

Blake failed to emphasize their level of “chill.” Or maybe it was a matter of differing definitions. Some people chill with a good book and a glass of vino at the end of the day; others binge a new cable series, play word games on their phones, or do puzzles for fun. Ezra and Cole drank a lot of beer and consumed an alarming amount of chips.

They also watched sports, listened to sports podcasts, and talked sports nonstop. Usually in their underwear.

Actually, that was Ezra.

Ezra was the issue. He was famous for stripping to his briefs within five minutes of announcing he was home. No kidding. He had no shame. It was a battle to get that man to keep his clothes on. And if he were…normal-looking, I might not mind, but Ezra was…distracting. He was tattooed and muscular, boisterous and noisy. Basically, he was a menace with a big mouth who had a bad habit of stealing food.

Cole wasn’t so bad. He respected boundaries and he didn’t hang around very often. Sadly, since Tommy met his boyfriend, he wasn’t around much either. Which left me with Ezra.

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Advertisement The Professor’s Date (The Script Club #5) Read Online Lane Hayes http://www.books2020.com/the-professors-date-the-script-club-5-read-online-lane-hayes Sat, 30 Jul 2022 10:04:18 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-professors-date-the-script-club-5-read-online-lane-hayes Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Lane Hayes Series: The Script Club Series by Lane Hayes
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The professor, the hair stylist, and a wedding date… Tommy Help! My sister is getting married and according to her, I need a date. And a makeover. I’m a busy man, though. I don’t have time to meet eligible bachelors, and the tape holding my glasses together works just fine. Until my hair stylist steps on them. Yes, Noah, my dazzling dreamboat of a hair guru created a mini disaster, but I don’t mind at all. He’s a sweet, funny, kind jock who— Screech! No jocks. I have nothing in common with sporty people. Except…Noah is different. Noah I don’t date. However, I’m not opposed to offering fashion advice to a sexy professor in need. A haircut, a quick shopping expedition... Boom! Mission accomplished. Not so fast. I’ve misjudged the situation and my attraction to the geek with the tragic sense of style. Sure, Thomas is too smart for me by a long shot, but there’s something about him that makes it easy to forget my past. It might be his quietly commanding nature or his movie-star good looks. Or maybe it’s just him. All I know is that I’m very tempted to be the professor’s date. The Professor’s Date is an MM geek/jock romance featuring a nerdy professor, a soccer-playing hair stylist, and a quest for the perfect date!
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TOMMY

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” —Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan

“There’s no nice way to put this. You need a makeover, Tommy.”

Mom gasped. “Tabitha Jane Hartwell!”

“Soon to be Mrs. Tabitha Jane Hartwell Remington,” my sister replied, primly lifting her nose as she flashed her five-carat diamond engagement ring before flinging her long brown hair over her shoulder. “Thomas is an important representative of our family. He’s not just my brother. He’s my twin. And no one in the universe would ever in a million years suspect that we’re even related with him looking like—that.”

I set my sandwich on my plate and glanced down at my “I don’t talk about science all the time…just periodically” tee and jeans ensemble. “Like what?”

“Like…you!” she screeched, stomping her feet. “What does that shirt even mean?”

I pointed at the design on my chest and regarded her patiently through my fingerprint-smudged glasses.

“This is a periodic table of elements, Tabby. It’s widely used in chemistry, physics, and other sciences. Contextually, it infers a pun…a form of wordplay where multiple meanings of a term or audibly similar words are employed for humorous or rhetorical purposes.”

Tabitha blinked, her ultra-long eyelashes fanning her high cheekbones like feather dusters. I took advantage of the blessed silence to dig into my turkey on rye with a light spread of Dijon mustard, mild cheddar cheese, and a single slice of tomato—cut at a precise one-quarter-inch thickness. Just the way I liked it.

I hummed happily into the bite, smiling my thanks to my mom, who returned the gesture with a somewhat wobblier version. Uh-oh.

Mom’s strained smile and forced cheer usually hinted at a missed social cue on my part, though I wasn’t sure what I’d done. I’d been invited to my parents’ house for lunch and had dutifully accepted. I’d said a stilted hello to my father as he’d left for the golf course, chatted amicably with Mom about my astrophysics students at Caltech, and had managed not to groan at my sister’s unexpected arrival.

Except, it just occurred to me that Mom might have been waiting for Tabby to join us. To what? Tell me I needed a makeover? That seemed harsh. But very Tabby.

My sister was very… Hmm, how can I put this nicely? Self-absorbed, vain, petulant, and narcissistic.

Don’t get me wrong—I love her. However, other than a shared birthday and familial traits, like brown hair, blue eyes, and dimples, we were polar opposites. It hadn’t always been that way. When we were little, we were inseparable. That changed in our preteen years.

Tabby was the one with dozens of friends who went to sleepovers every weekend and got invited to countless birthday parties while I hung out at home, watching Dr. Who reruns and memorizing pi with one or two math club buddies. Or alone. In high school, she was a cheerleader and prom queen. And I was still watching Dr. Who.

Whatever. The point was that sharing a womb for nine months hadn’t made us close. And I didn’t see that changing anytime soon.

Especially now that she was engaged to marry Sterling Remington the third, the heir to a luxury department store chain. He was nice enough—in an upper-crust, private jets, private schools, and annual ski trips to the family’s multimillion-dollar “cabin” kind of way. Our conversations tended to be awkward and overly polite, but that was okay by me. I preferred that to unchecked animosity any day of the week.

I smiled at my mom and my sister and took a huge bite of my sandwich.

Tabby threw her hands in the air and growled in frustration. “I give up.”

“Oh, honey. Don’t be like that,” Mom pleaded, wringing her hands.

“Like what, Mom? It’s my wedding! Don’t you understand how important this day is to me?” She pivoted on her fancy-looking heels and pointed at me. “I’m begging you to not embarrass me, Tommy. Begging. If you need a stylist, I’ll help. If you need money for new glasses, I’ll buy them. I would obvs prefer that you step up and take care of yourself, but I’m willing to sacrifice my time, my money, and my sanity if it means fixing…you.”

She broke off on a squeak of horror and covered her mouth. I couldn’t tell if she was mortified that she’d insulted me aloud or if she was just a woman on the verge of a nervous collapse.

Hear me out for a moment. In space, a gravitational collapse was the contraction of an object under its own gravity. I had this theory that in life we sometimes experienced a human version of this phenomenon, and my sister was a perfect example. Her heavy focus on her impending nuptials was all-consuming to the point of being, well…psycho.

I chewed and swallowed, then pushed my plate aside, dabbing the corner of my mouth while I formulated a response. “Why would I need a stylist? It’s not my wedding.”

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Advertisement The Holiday List (The Script Club #4) Read Online Lane Hayes http://www.books2020.com/the-holiday-list-the-script-club-4-read-online-lane-hayes Thu, 09 Dec 2021 07:26:48 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-holiday-list-the-script-club-4-read-online-lane-hayes Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Lane Hayes Series: The Script Club Series by Lane Hayes
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The Mars maestro, the single dad, and a wish list… Chet: Boy, am I lucky! Finding a living situation with a houseful of passionate scientists just before the holidays is ideal in every possible way. As the newest member of the Script Club, I feel it’s important to step up and tackle the to-do list my friends would prefer to avoid. Item one, address the tutoring request from the neighborhood-hottie-slash-single-dad on the next block. I’ve got this! Or do I? Handsome, older, sporty gentlemen intimidate me. And Mr. McSwoony doesn’t like the holidays. This may be a daunting task. Sam: What do you do when a new neighbor shows up on your doorstep with cookies and a wacky plan to spread holiday cheer? I don’t need cheer, but I could use help with some of the experiments my son wants to try. I know football, not science. Hopefully, I can talk Chet into a mutually beneficial trade. The only snag is that I’m seriously attracted to my local Mars expert. He’s unintentionally charming…in the very best way. Don’t quote me, but maybe this holiday elf with thick glasses and a mile-long list might be exactly what I need. ****The Holiday List is an MM bisexual, geek/jock romance with a holiday twist featuring a lovable scientist and a single dad who’s probably on the naughty list!
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Chet

“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.”—Aesop

“Attention, please.”

The hum of conversation faded quickly. All eyes turned to our dapper roommate fussing with the knot on his bow tie as he pulled his iPad from his computer bag.

“Hold up, Asher. Will someone pass me a throw blanket?” George asked, sneezing into the crook of his elbow. “It’s cold in here.”

“Our heater is on the fritz again.” Tommy tossed a blanket over before zipping his yellow down jacket up to his chin and burrowing into the red sofa between Holden and Topher.

“It’s a tad brisk,” I agreed, folding my arms around myself for warmth as I settled into the wooden chair I’d dragged close to the hearth. I shot up a moment later. “I’ll put the kettle on for tea. Or hot cocoa, if anyone prefers. It can be ready in a few minutes. I also made shortbread cookies.”

Asher smiled kindly. “That’s very nice of you, Chet, but I don’t want you to miss anything. We take our Script Club meetings rather seriously.”

“Oh, yes, of course.” I adjusted my glasses and nodded as I sat again. “I’m sorry. Please do proceed.”

Asher cleared his throat noisily and sat a little taller in the armchair facing the red sofa. “I, Asher Fitzgibbons, acting secretary of the Script Club, hereby call this meeting to order. We have a lot to cover, gentlemen. First, I want to give a quick recap of our last session. We successfully pooled funds to purchase an air fryer. I can buy it online or…”

I tuned Ash out. As the newest resident, I didn’t have much to add about the air fryer in question, other than having heard they were fabulous for making cauliflower tots. I’d happily contributed to the fund and was planning on perfecting the recipe as soon as it arrived, to thank my new roommates.

You see, I’d moved in three weeks ago after a mini catastrophe forced me to find an alternate living situation stat. Asher had told me that he’d had a devil of a time finding someone everyone in the household approved of to take Topher’s old room. He’d mentioned it at work over the summer, and while I’d sympathized with his plight, I hadn’t thought much of it until the toilet in my apartment exploded. Literally exploded. Not an exaggeration. There was water everywhere. I was still traumatized.

At first, I was just grateful to have somewhere to go and extremely grateful when they offered the room rent free until the first of November. The six-month lease I’d signed would give me ample opportunity to look for a condo of my own to purchase—something I’d been planning to do for a while. In the meantime, I genuinely liked my new living situation. Asher, George, Tommy, and Holden were good people. So were Topher and Cody, fellow scientists and founding members of the Script Club.

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Advertisement The Jock Script (The Script Club #3) Read Online Lane Hayes http://www.books2020.com/the-jock-script-the-script-club-3-read-online-lane-hayes Wed, 29 Sep 2021 10:33:04 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-jock-script-the-script-club-3-read-online-lane-hayes Genre: M-M Romance, Romance, Sports Authors: Lane Hayes Series: The Script Club Series by Lane Hayes
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The nerd, the coach, and the hookup… Asher- Swipe left, swipe left, swipe left. Sure, the idea of a quick, no-strings intimate rendezvous via hookup app sounds oddly thrilling, but it’s simply not me. Or maybe it is me, because it happened…and I liked it. Until I realized he looked familiar for a reason. A bad reason. Now I’ve made a faux pas with the sexiest man on planet Earth, and my internal karma system requires me to fix it. Help! Blake- I may seem like I have it together, but the truth is, I’m a hot mess. I’m so deep in the closet that I can’t remember my real name some days. That’s okay. The benefit of one-night stands is anonymity. Until Asher. Not a total surprise. I’ve always had a thing for geeks, but I’ve never met anyone like him. He’s a pint-sized dynamo on a quest for perfection who can help me come out…if I follow his script. Hmm. I’m in. The Jock Script is an MM bisexual, geek/jock romance starring a bowtie wearing nerd, a sexy lacrosse coach, and a shenanigan inducing script!
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Asher

“And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.”—John Steinbeck, East of Eden

Swipe left, swipe left, swipe left…

The range of prospective suitors looking for a quick, no-strings intimate rendezvous was seemingly endless—but not necessarily desirable. Page after page of hokey profiles from men claiming to be interested in chatting and dating was certainly entertaining. Some used doctored celebrity photos for their bio pics, but it seemed the norm was to post their favorite body part. Abs, eyes, obviously photoshopped silhouettes…

How was this sexy?

I shifted the library light to lessen the glare on my cell. The change in illumination cast long shadows from my striped duvet to my desk on the opposite end of the room. I adjusted my glasses and froze at the sound of a door closing, glancing over my phone to be sure my bedroom door was locked. Yes, all systems were clear.

Of course, I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about. George, Holden, Tommy, and Topher weren’t in the habit of barging in unannounced and demanding to know what I was scrolling for, but a guilty conscience conjures mayhem at will. And I was guilty as heck…of being horny.

However, that wasn’t something I needed to advertise to my friends. We were all serious scientists navigating our final quarter of grad school with internships at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Lab and Cal Tech, not to mention connections with well-respected experts in aeronautic engineering. We were dedicated in our quest to manifest technical and scientific advancement to humanity so that we might better understand our place in the universe.

But I mentioned I was horny, correct?

Don’t judge. I wasn’t particularly proud of it myself, but I hadn’t been with an actual live human man in months. Too many months. My right hand and my dildo were overworked to the point of gasping. And now two of my four roommates had lovers, which meant that it wasn’t uncommon to overhear porny breathy sex noises emanating from their boudoirs. The average, libidinous gay man could only take so much before he cracked.

And no, I did not eavesdrop on my friends…I just had very good hearing.

I raked my teeth over my bottom lip as I listened to the sound of a toilet flushing and water running in the adjacent bathroom. When it was perfectly quiet again, I refocused on my phone and read through a few more profiles.

I’m 25 and very boyish. And most likely looking for a daddy. That was certainly not me.

I’m very versatile. Hmm.

I work out five times a week. I did not.

I’m hung like a horse. O-kay.

I love uniforms. Uh…maybe?

This wasn’t as clear-cut an endeavor as it had first seemed. How was I supposed to wade through this vague menu of possible candidates and choose one who was sexy, sane, and discreet? I’d never done this before, and I didn’t think my friends had either. I’d tried to hedge around the concept of hookups with Holden this morning, but I’d dropped the subject when I realized he thought I wanted to buy towel hooks from a hardware store.

So, here I was…an intrepid explorer on what was beginning to look like an improbable adventure.

I was about to log out of the app and delete my hastily-made profile when one caught my eye. The background was a generic blue, no photo, and his description read: 6’2”, athletic, twenty-six, not looking for a relationship. Promising for sure, but what really got me was his tag line at the bottom: Straight and curious. One time only. And best of all, he was 2.5 miles away.

I held my breath as I set my forefinger on my screen…and swiped right.

Nothing happened.

Was something supposed to happen? I stared at my cell, waiting for a sign. Wait. He had to choose me too. He might not have been impressed with my Star Wars lightsaber pic, but like him, I’d specifically stated that this was a one-time venture. And though I hadn’t gone into detail, the rest of me wasn’t so bad.

I was five eight and on the lean side with short blond hair, blue eyes, and glasses. I’d grudgingly listed that information, thinking it might be embarrassing if the person I swiped with expected a burly athlete. I’d be quite the disappointment, and my ego might not—

Match.

Oh. Wow.

He wanted to send me a message too. Okay.

I licked my lips nervously, staring at the message alert for what felt like twenty minutes before pressing the button.

Hi.

Well, that wasn’t so scary. I adjusted my glasses again and typed, Hello. How are you?

Horny. You?

Very much so. My cock pressed obscenely against the confines of my cotton Yoda PJs. I most assuredly had a huge wet spot on my boxer briefs too, but the short answer was…Yes.

Want to come over?

I’m interested, but your profile doesn’t tell me much. Do you have a photo of yourself?

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Advertisement Rules of Play (The Script Club #2) Read Online Lane Hayes http://www.books2020.com/rules-of-play-the-script-club-2-read-online-lane-hayes Sat, 17 Jul 2021 00:50:49 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/rules-of-play-the-script-club-2-read-online-lane-hayes Genre: College, M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Lane Hayes Series: The Script Club Series by Lane Hayes
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The genius, the ex-jock, and a new playbook… George- My brother’s friend is hot—if you’re into flannel-wearing lumbersexual former jocks who eat donuts for dinner and still scribble to-do lists on their palms. I’m not. I’m a serious scientist in my final year of grad school. Okay, I admit I have few quirks of my own. I also have a broken truck and a boss who thinks I can help him find love. I’m in over my head. Help! Aiden- A few quirks? Really? George is the weirdest dude I know. He wears capes in public, brings a book everywhere he goes, and loves all things spooky. He’s also the smartest person on the planet—who somehow thinks I can help him write a How-To-Get-A-Date playbook for his boss. Yeah, that sounds suspicious. I know baseball; I don’t know anything about love. But I can’t say no. The thing is…I’ve always had a soft spot for George. But falling for my best friend’s brother is against the rules, isn’t it? ***Rules of Play is an MM bisexual awakening story where opposites attract and shenanigans ensue!
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“I want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot.”—Bram Stoker, Dracula

George

The late afternoon light cast a golden glow over the rolling green hillside behind the NASA laboratory campus, and the sweet smell of jasmine drifted in the mild breeze from a nearby trellis. The riot of smell and color was a welcome respite after staring at a computer screen all day. Not that I minded. I loved my job.

My boss…not so much.

“George, I believe you forgot something.”

Newton’s chest heaved with exertion as though he’d just run a mile in the desert at noon. He managed to strike a pose on the sidewalk in front of the entrance to the orbital mechanics lab, bracing his hand on the smooth stucco exterior. I politely gave him a moment to compose himself, hiking my computer bag on my shoulder and glancing at the cloudless blue sky.

I counted backward from twenty before prodding him with a gentle, “Are you all right?”

Newton straightened abruptly, hooking his thumbs in the belt loops of his hopelessly wrinkled khakis and narrowing his gaze to what was probably meant to be a withering stare. The cracked lens on his crooked glasses, his Einstein-esque unruly brown hair, and his oversized short-sleeved oxford shirt ruined the effect. Newton might be a genius, but he was no badass.

However, I’d been told it was in poor form to call your supervisor out for being a ridiculous blowhard. I’d done it once and had almost lost my paid internship at the lab for insubordination or whatever trumped-up charge he’d wanted to pin on me.

I’d apologized for offending Newton and mentally prepared myself to be dismissed or written up for the first time in my life. Both options were beyond my comprehension, but I had probably deserved it. I’d held my breath and awaited my sentence which came in the form of a warning and a fifteen-minute lecture on the importance of calculating an orbital radius…as if I hadn’t known that. It was so elementary, it was insulting.

However, I hadn’t been in a position to argue. I’d been new to the team and eager to prove myself. I couldn’t risk alienating a respected colleague—even if he was an ass. I’d been appropriately contrite, made the corrections he’d insisted upon, and agreed to adhere to his stricter-than-other-departments dress code.

Yep, I’d become a drone. I’d pushed my naughty science tees aside to make room for a new wardrobe of boring button-down shirts. It was either that or polo shirts, and I really hoped I never had to stoop that low.

My attempt at conformity worked. Newton’s attitude toward me had grudgingly thawed over the past few months to the point that I actually thought he liked me. He was the one who suggested that furthering my education at Caltech after grad school was the surest way to advance, especially if I hoped to join the Mars team. It was sound advice, and I’d taken it in spite of the fact that additional education was going to cut into my savings and chop my personal budget to smithereens next year.

We were never going to be best buddies, but I’d evidently mistaken Newton’s professional guidance and the amount of responsibility he entrusted to me as a sign that he’d forgotten about my earlier faux pas and had moved on. But over the past couple of weeks, something had changed, and Newton was out to get me again.

I couldn’t figure out what I’d done.

“I’m fine,” Newton grumbled irritably. “However, the same cannot be said about the state of the data you reported on the exoplanet atmosphere of N25C. It’s abysmal!”

N25C? What the hell was that? If it was a new star, it wasn’t on a report I was responsible for. I set logic aside and homed in on his choice of adjectives. Abysmal. How dare he?

“Abysmal?” I challenged, stepping forward. “Explain yourself.”

I wished I were wearing my cape right now. I would have loved tossing it over my shoulder with panache, like a swashbuckling hero or a vampire granting his prey a rare second chance to escape his wrath. Newton the neutron nerd was well out of line.

“Gladly! Your measurements were incorrect. You’ll never get the radial velocity or…”

Ugh. I saw red. I wanted to punch his lights out and demand to know who’d pissed in his Kashi organic whole wheat cereal when he launched into a laundry list of complaints about my attention to detail. But somewhere in his crazy speech about data expectancy and protocol, I realized there had to be something else going on. Everything had been going so well until—oh…

Happy hour.

Happy hours were a rare occurrence in my department, so it must have been to celebrate a birthday. Maybe Newton’s? I hadn’t planned on being there long, but three drinks later, I’d found myself in a dark corner with Susie, an engineer from the lab next door and—

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The geek, the jock, and a new set of rules… Topher- My friend’s brother needs an academic assistant and I need a job. Problem…jocks are my weakness. Seriously. I lose my ability to speak coherently around muscle-bound hotties. Oh yeah, I lose my inhibitions too—not a good look for a guy with a genius IQ. So what am I going to do about Simon? Simon- Finishing college isn’t high on my list of priorities, but my future in professional football is looking bleak. I need a plan B or C, and I could use some help navigating life as an undergrad. Topher is perfect. He’s also a little strange…but in a good way. And I like the way I feel when I’m around him—as though anything is possible. Maybe if we follow our hearts, we’ll find what we’re looking for. But that means changing the rules… Following the Rules is a MM, bisexual awakening romance starring a lovable nerd, a cool jock, and some extracurricular fun.
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Topher

“We know what we are, but know not what we may be.” —William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act IV, Scene V

The corner spot at the rear of the coffee shop should have been an ideal location to conduct a pre-moving day meeting with friends without needing to yell over the din of eager customers and percolating machinery. Not today. This place was packed. An endless parade of sporty types wearing blue-and-gold caps and T-shirts emblazoned with the UCLA logo braved the long line, ordering iced coffees and cappuccinos before heading to the big game. Whatever that might be.

I glanced up when a blue-faced burly man entered the shop with both arms raised in a battle call and bellowed, “Go, Bruins!” A few patrons cheered at his antics, slapping high fives as they made space for him in line.

“What is happening here?” Tommy asked in dismay.

“Football season started. There must be a game at the Rose Bowl,” George replied, rattling the row of black bracelets on his wrist to wave at someone behind me.

“Cody’s here.” Asher lifted his to-go cup in greeting and patted the empty seat beside him. “You’re late.”

“The traffic was terrible, and I couldn’t find a parking spot.” Cody flopped onto the wooden chair with a sigh, pushing the curtain of wavy brown hair from his eyes and flashing a harried smile. “Why didn’t we just meet at your new house?”

“We won’t have the keys till next weekend.”

Cody frowned. “Oh, I didn’t know. We just got home from the East Coast last night.”

“Here’s your drink. Half-caf, no foam, double-shot latte.” Tommy slid a cup across the small round table to Cody. “How was the tour?”

Cody gave us a brief rundown of life on the road with his guitarist boyfriend and his almost-famous band, Jealousy. It sounded like a sweet deal…private jets, five-star hotels, and frequent celebrity sightings. While the rest of our gang was gearing up for our final year of grad school, Cody had successfully launched. He’d graduated last June, had a great job, and was about to move in with his hot rock-star boyfriend in West Hollywood.

To be honest, it felt like he’d already moved out. I hadn’t seen him in weeks. I was happy for Cody, but our apartment felt lonely without him.

Heck, I was lonely. Or maybe just a tad depressed. Who could blame me? My best-friend-slash-roommate had been busy or MIA all summer, my family was in crisis mode, and my fall schedule had just blown to shreds.

The first was a bummer for me, but awesome for my friend, while the second sucked, and the third was embarrassing. But hey, that was life. Fixing the gaping hole in my schedule was also the only thing I had any real power over. And embarrassing or not, it wasn’t something I could keep to myself. As of next Saturday, George, Asher, Tommy, and Holden were my new roomies.

We found a great house to rent in Pasadena, close to NASA’s Jet Propulsion Lab, where a few of my friends had internships, and within a reasonable commute to UCLA. I was excited to live with these guys. We were a close-knit group, and we had a ton in common. Including above-average intelligence. These guys were smart. They’d notice if I was home all day. It wouldn’t take long for them to ask why and how I had the luxury of indulging in daily Star Trek marathons.

I figured it was best to get the interrogation and pity party over with in one fell swoop. I invited Cody to our “pre-moving day” meeting at the last second, insisting that it didn’t seem right not to include him. He was an integral part of our circle. And that was completely true.

I met Cody and George when we were eighteen-year-old undergrads. Holden, Asher, and Tommy became part of our crew a few years later when they enrolled at UCLA for their master’s. George, Asher, and I were in the aerospace engineering program while Tommy and Holden were biomolecular engineers.

We’d become close over the past few years. My buddies were driven intellects who shared my passion for science. They motivated, inspired, and challenged me to aim for excellence in my field. We bonded over shared classes, lab experiments, all-night study groups, classic arcade games, and Lord of the Rings.

Were we nerds? Well, maybe.

I reached for my drink, fumbling for the straw in my iced coffee. It stabbed me in the nose and cheek, making my eyes water behind my thick glasses. I finally captured it and took a long pull, carefully assembling my thoughts amid the din of competing conversations.

The couple at the neighboring table was evidently in relationship crisis mode. Their hushed, harsh whispers contrasted with the sporty enthusiasm emanating from the opposite end of the café. It somehow penetrated the friendly cocoon of Cody’s story about three a.m. room service at the Four Seasons.

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