I kissed him on a dare. How was I supposed to know my body wouldn’t be able to tell the difference?

There are many reasons why I hate Christmas parties, and mistletoes are on that list. So when I accidentally find myself standing under one, I’m tempted to call it a night.

Things don’t get any better when, instead of a chick, Luke, my fraternity brother, ends up being my match.

When we’re dared to play a game of gay chicken, I find the idea ridiculous. Until Luke pushes my buttons, taunting me to no end, and I accept the challenge.

Fortunately, we’re both straight, so it’s not like anything weird is going to happen.

Right?

This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults.