Not a bad story by any means, but gosh the writing... While I can tolerate the typos scattered here and there, including appalling mistakes ("the only man in the universe who he couldn't stand" is typical), how dare an author think that repeating tags every few lines in careless fashion, or through lack of skill, is conducive to literary enjoyment ? Let a little listing demonstrate what I mean.
"“You need to leave,” Aaron said again, harsher this time. “And by leave, I mean get out of town. You haven't lived here in over a decade. You need to get out. This is my town now. You left.”"
"“I didn't do it maliciously.”
“How the hell do you spread someone’s sex tape against their wishes unmaliciously?”
"“If I hadn't worked so damned hard, and if I hadn't had thick enough skin to suffer the humiliation of coming back to town knowing everyone had watched me sucking your dick while you remained blissfully anonymous behind the camera, I wouldn't have ever been able to come back.
"He wanted nothing more than to push past Vance and disappear into the night, but at the same time, he didn't want to touch Vance more than he already had."
"Aaron's hands trembled. His body was so tense he thought he might explode. “Because I deserve sympathy. You don't. You did a heinous thing, and even if I never forgive you, if you're truly repentant for what you did, you'd grovel naturally. You'd listen to what I say when I say to leave me the hell alone and give me the space I deserve. You wouldn’t try to waltz back into my life like we never broke up, and like you never left town without saying anything to me.”"
"Vance said softly, almost tenderly. He ran his thumb over a high part of Aaron's cheek, and Aaron was disgusted to feel him clear away cum he hadn't noticed. “You're hot as hell when you're screaming at me with my cum all over your face, by the way.."
"He'd thought the fact that he was within walking distance to the bar would be a bonus, but as it turned out, maybe it would be more of a curse than anything else
"“Vance can go… go die in some… fuck. He can just go away.” Aaron dragged a pillow over his head and pushed it down, blotting out the small amount of moonlight that made it through the curtains. He didn't know who he was talking to, but it felt good to talk."
"Aaron tugged the blankets over his head and let himself hide in his blanket cocoon for a while."
"“I think he kind of slipped under the radar for a while. It was big news in certain circles in Prescott, because he's a local boy, but I think the news died out almost as soon as it picked up.”"
What also grated on my nerves, along this poor variety of inflexions, is Mrs Ford's remarkable ineptitude when it comes to showcasing, or narrating, the feelings of her heroes ; both characters' narrative voice sound the same on top of being rather basic and full of breaches of basic logic (like Vance insisting that Aaron "owned" him and still does even though he is deying being in love with the other lad) :
"Aaron scowled and kept walking. He didn't have time for old scars, traumatic memories, or Vance Chastain. He was already uncertain of himself as it was. With a promising new job and towering expectations, he had enough worry on his plate already. A blast from his past was the last thing he needed. So much for a good time tonight. But even if he spent the night alone, in bed, with a handle of vodka, it would be preferable to spending it with Vance."
"They'd been young and dumb, and Vance hadn't meant to leak the video maliciously. He'd bragged to his friend at the time, Tim, about what they'd done, and Tim demanded proof. But Tim had distributed it, and word had gotten around school, and soon enough, Aaron had been the laughing stock of Prescott while Vance got off without any repercussion except a broken heart. Not that he was in love. He'd never been in love. Love wasn't a thing, and while Aaron was nice, and the time they'd spent together had made him feel something, it wasn't like he needed it. He'd landed a record deal, gone out to Los Angeles to start his music career, and the rest was history."