Thunderstruck

When Lane realizes he's attracted to his straight stepbro, he's absolutely thunderstruck . . .

It's not the worst day of Lane's life when his team, the Toronto Thunder, drafts his baby stepbro, Trevor, but it's close.

No. The worst day was when his mom married Trevor's dad. Trevor's just too good, too naïve, too sheltered. Too hot.

Lane might claim he wants nothing to do with him, but that's the worst delusion of all. He's always wanted everything to do with Trevor. Even when they have zero in common. Even when Trevor's always been on the straight and narrow. Literally.

Lane's the total opposite. He's walked-and danced and sashayed-to the beat of his own drum, forever. Mentoring Trevor now that they're on the same team? Sounds like his idea of hell-and heaven, too. There's a reason their teammates call them the demon twins.

But with the final few games of the season and the Thunders' playoff run looming, Lane's self-control is weaker than ever. Especially when Trevor confesses that he's been thinking about it, too.

Suggesting Trevor experiment with their mutual attraction would be a terrible idea, but Lane's had worse, and that's never stopped him before.

And when it becomes way more than just sex? When Trevor becomes the first guy he wants to see in the mornings and the last thing before he goes to bed at night? When they're so completely entangled together that he couldn't get free, even if he wanted to?

That's a special kind of thunder.