SONS OF ANARCHY meets BREAKING BAD (but make it gay).
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Young and naïve, Everett's preference for bad boys lands him under the protection of a handsome biker named Knox, aka The Beast. When a dangerous new attraction blossoms, will...
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❥ EVERETT'S POV
Everett is standing by the dresser munching noisily on a bag of chips while Knox remakes the bed.
Had they met under different circumstances, Everett would've gleefully thrown himself at Knox. The man is his exact type—tall enough to climb, muscular for days, sinfully attractive, and badass to the core.
It's a shame the universe, or whoever the hell is in charge, brought them together like this. They're two opposites who teeter on the line of ripping each other's heads off instead of their clothes. Only time will tell if they can ever become friends.
"How did you become a member of a motorcycle club?" Everett moves to plop down on the left side of the bed after Knox has finished with it. "Can anyone join, or is it like an invitation-only type of thing?"
"You're suddenly interested in getting to know me now?" Knox raises a confused brow while stepping out of his sweatpants, revealing a pair of fitted black boxer briefs. It perfectly outlines his drool-worthy package, making it difficult to ignore. Everett almost chokes on the mountain of chips in his mouth. "What? You've already seen me with less on."
"Yeah, but... but..." Everett stammers, looking visibly flustered as he forces his eyes upward. "Is that really what you plan on sleeping in tonight? At least put on a shirt or something out of respect for me."
"You fucking kidding me? I normally sleep naked."
"Oh."
"Right, so consider the underwear as me doing you a favor."
The enormous bed dips a little as Knox gets settled underneath the covers. He grabs the remote off the nightstand and turns on the flat-screen TV hanging on the wall, mindlessly flipping through the channels. He eventually stops at the news, then rests his arms behind his head, his eyes glued forward.
"So, uh, you're just not going to answer my questions?" Everett mumbles. Knox continues to pretend that he doesn't exist, so Everett loudly crumbles the now empty bag of chips into a firm ball and then tosses it at Knox's head. "Asshole."
It hits him right on the nose.
"Jesus, fuck... How much more childish can you get?" Knox exhales sharply, rolling his eyes. He captures the ball and shoots it into the wastebasket on the other side of the room, making the shot. Everett scoffs, mockingly. "I became a member by making a name for myself in the streets and putting in the work required. To answer your other question, it's a no on both parts. Happy now?"
"Not really. You didn't tell me shit. Details would've been nice."
"The less you know, the better."
Everett glances over to meet Knox's dark gaze, the tension in the room popping like fireworks on the 4th of July. "When can I go home? You still haven't said how long you plan on keeping me here."
