Matt
Want to know the fastest way to get screwed out of a football career? Get photographed in a compromising position in a gay bar. Yep, welcome to my life.
My agent says he can fix my image. He wants me to become the poster boy for gay football players. Me? I just want back on the field. I’ll do anything to play for the NFL again, even pretend to have a steady boyfriend. If only my fake boyfriend wasn’t Noah Huntington III—the most arrogant, entitled rich guy in the world.

Noah
Pretend to be Matt Jackson’s boyfriend, my best friend said. It’ll be fun, he said. What Damon neglected to mention is Matt is surly and bitter. Being his boyfriend is a job in itself. From his paranoia over being constantly photographed to his aversion to PDA, being with Matt isn’t the care-free fake relationship I expected when I signed on to do this.
It’s supposed to be a win-win. I get to stick it to my politician dad who thinks no one is good enough for the Huntington name, and Matt’s reputation of being the bad boy of football dies.
What I don’t expect is to start caring for the guy. That’s not part of the plan. Then again, neither is fooling around with him.
Oops.

MADDOX
The reason I rarely go home is three simple words: I’m a liar.
When the pressure to marry my childhood sweetheart became too much, I told her I was gay and then fled to New York like my ass was on fire.
Now, five years later and after a drunken encounter, I find myself invited to her wedding. And I have to bring my boyfriend—the boyfriend who doesn’t exist because I’m straight.
At least, I think I am. Meeting the guy I’m bribing to be my boyfriend for the weekend makes me question everything about myself.

DAMON
When my sister asks me to pretend to be some straight guy’s boyfriend, my automatic response is to say no. It’s because of guys like him people don’t believe me when I tell them I’m gay.
But Maddox has something I need.
After an injury that cost me my baseball career, I’m trying to leave my playing days behind and focus on being the best sports agent I can be. Forty-eight hours with my sister’s best friend in exchange for a meeting with a possible client. I can do this.
I just wish he wasn’t so hot. Or that he didn’t kiss like he means it.
Wait … why is the straight guy kissing me?

FOSTER
“Look out for Zach and don’t hit on him.”
My brother’s request sounds easy enough. Keep an eye out for his best friend on campus and keep my hands to myself.
Easy.
Even if Zach is a quintessential nerd, who I’ve always thought was cute, I don’t have the time to think with my … stick.
There’s only one stick I should be focused on this year, and that’s my hockey stick. My goal once I graduate is to get an NHL contract.
The last thing I need is a distraction. On or off the ice.
Only, keeping to the rules is harder than I thought it would be.
ZACH
People confuse me.
And no one more than Foster Grant.
I’ve barely spoken two words to him in the whole time I’ve known him, but the second I step foot on campus, he’s impossible to shake.
I can never anticipate his next move. And whenever we’re together, my next move is a total mystery as well.
I want to give in to him, but that might mean coming clean about something I’ve never been bothered about before.
I’m still carrying my V-card.
And I think it’s time to turn it in.

Nadiees capaz de distinguirnos, muchas veces ni siquiera nuestros padres. Normalmente, no lo usamos en nuestro beneficio, pero bviene bien cuando mi hermano necesita romper con sus novios (lo que ocurre más de lo que me gustaría admitir). Sé que no le ayuda, pero no puedo decirle que no a Anders. Haría cualquier cosa por mi hermano gmelo. Y las rupturas siempre acaban igual, son rápidas y sencillas.
Hasta Reed.
Él es todo con lo que he fantaseado pero nunca me he permitido tener. Decido dejarme llevar por la tentación y me siento aterrado. Pero no es porque él sea un chico. Es porque piensa que soy mi hermano, y no consigo reunir valor para decirle la verdad.

Matt
¿Queréis saber la forma más rápida de joder tu carrera en el fútbol? Que te fotografíen en una postura comprometida en un bar gay. Sí, bienvenidos a mi vida.
Mi agente dice que puede arreglar mi imagen. Quiere que me convierta en la imagen de los jugadores homosexuales. ¿Yo? Yo solo quiero volver al campo. Haría lo que fuese por volver a la NFL, incluso fingir que tengo un novio estable. Si solo mi novio falso no fuese Noah Huntington III, el niño rico más arrogante del mundo...
Noah
Fingir ser el novio de Matt Jackson, dijo mi mejor amigo. Será divertido, dijo. Lo que se le olivó mencionar a Damon es que Matt es hosco y amargo. Ser su novio es un trabajo en sí mismo. Desde su paranoia de estar siendo constantemente fotografiado a su aversión a las muestras públicas de afecto, estar con Matt no resulta ser la entretenida falsa relación que esperaba cuando me uní a esto.
Se supone que ganamos todos. Yo consigo pegárse a mi político padre, quien piensa que nadie es suficienetemente bueno para un Huntington, y la reputación de chico malo de Matt se acaba.
Lo que no esperaba es empezar a preocuparme por él. No es parte del plan. Pero clar, tampoco lo era enrollarme con él en mi jet privado.
Ups.