Brendon Urie's a master's student in music at UNLV who happens to make porn on the side. Spencer Smith's a wilderness photographer who happens to really, really like the online porn Brendon makes. They meet and shenanigans ensue. Also featuring Shane Valdes as Brendon's roommate and owner of his very own online porn site, William Beckett as Las Vegas' bitchiest maitre 'd, Gabe Saporta as a mime waiter, Greta Salpeter as a harried and overworked assistant, and Ryan Ross as himself.

Sixteen-year-old Brendon Urie has just been uprooted from everything he knows and sent to Bishop Gorman High School in an attempt to remove him from the bad influences at his public school. Seventeen-year-old Ryan Ross is a senior with no real idea of what he wants to do with his life other than get the hell out of Las Vegas. The two have nothing in common but when Ryan accidentally stumbles upon Brendon's most shameful secret, one that could ruin his life forever, they're inextricably drawn together and they have to make a decision: fight the inevitable or accept that they are more to each other than just two ships passing in the night.

Brendon is a governess with a disgraced past (dallying with a stable boy!), who comes to teach the young cousins of Sir Spencer Smith. Sir Spencer is amused by this bouncy young man, whose enthusiasm is both strange and strangely appealing, but who manages to hide questions about his past with unexpected smoothness. Consequently, Sir Spencer finds himself paying far to much attention to Mr Boyd’s secretive manner as well as to the way he fills his regrettably old and worn clothes (his breeches being far too tight and not quite fitting right). Furthermore, Sir Spencer's oldest friend, the dissolute Lord Ross, is trying to woo, unsuccessfully, his estate manager Mr Walker. despite the tumultuous passion between them, Mr Walker refuses to give in to Lord Ross's advances as long as Lord Ross refuses to admit that it is more than a tumble in the hey that he wants from Mr Walker. Fortunately, Walker is a patient man and willing to wait while Ross goes through his tantrums.

Spencer had barely even heard of rugby when he tried out for the team. It was just a way of killing time until Ryan was done with his stupid school magazine. Helping Ryan sift through the lame emo poetry submissions was only funny the first few times. But their west-coast prep school doesn't play soccer or football, so the rugby team turns out to be the coolest thing around, and suddenly Spencer's the school's most popular player. Then Spencer meets Brendon, and everything changes.

In which Spencer is thoroughly bored of his princely duties, and Brendon is brave and true.

Maybe Pete didn’t always know, or maybe he had, but when Brendon first told him, he hadn’t acted surprised and he didn’t treat Brendon any differently. He still blew on his face with morning breath before Brendon had had a chance to wake up, and still poked the bottoms of his feet when he fell asleep watching a movie. He still pinched him and gave him beer when Patrick wasn’t looking. He did ask what Brendon’s parents had named him. Brendon had stared at his hands and said, “Brenda, actually. Lame, I know. But it was easier than picking something totally new.”

Professional dominant Spencer Smith has great friends, engaging hobbies, and the best job in the world. The fact that his appetite for kink seems to be waning in both his professional and personal life doesn't worry him. Spencer's pretty sure his dating mojo will recover when he meets the right sub for him, and his clients are still pleased with his whip-wielding. Of course, that's before dance instructor Brendon Urie waltzes into Spencer's life. Spencer just can't seem to stay away from him, even though they're incompatible on paper. Spencer can't even remember the last time he subbed for anyone, and he's not sure he's the switch Brendon thinks he could be. As Brendon takes the lead, can Spencer learn to follow--or will they just keep stepping on each other's feet?

“You have no idea what you’re doing, okay?” Ryan says in exasperation, blowing out a huffy breath. “I’m just saying. I think…I might know a guy."

“You have no idea what you’re doing, okay?” Ryan says in exasperation, blowing out a huffy breath. “I’m just saying. I think…I might know a guy."