This story was a bit of an exercise in frustration, but not in an entirely bad way.

Cabot and Lloyd met and became inseparable at eleven years old, with Cabot coming out to Lloyd in his junior year of high school, and Lloyd not even batting an eye.

But there might have been a reason behind that easy acceptance, seeing as Lloyd is an MC in a *gay* romance and all. ;- )

Yeah, these two had cautiously flitted around one another for seventeen years, without ever divulging how they truly felt, but that all changed when Lloyd fell out a window and Cabot stepped up to help him recover.

Unlike Lloyd, getting dates had never been as easy for Cabot as, well, falling out a window, so when Lloyd's Ma and great aunt set him up on a blind date, he reluctantly agreed.

However, when that shit show, I mean "date", went south, Lloyd was there (and surprisingly possessive) to swoop in and save the day.

And duuuuude, let me tell you, it's been a few years since a side character has been so skeevy that made me want to take a hot shower. In Draino.

But sweet baby Jesus, Malcolm was that bitch to make it happen again. If he was based on a real person, I truly pity the author for ever having the misfortune to cross paths with such an unrepentant, entitled asshole.

The story went pretty much as I would've predicted from simply reading the blurb, without any real deviations from the expected, but I did find myself genuinely enjoying all of the side characters.

The reading voyeur in my was happy about all of the casual nudity and playful flirting between the boys, and enjoyed the limited amount of steam, once the story finally progressed to that point.

I don't really see this book curing cancer or reinventing the wheel, but I found it to be a good filler read, and would rate it around 3.5 stars.