Tentacles All the Way by K.C. Carmine

A crush on his best friend.
A secret awakening.
A month in snow-covered New York.

How to spend magical Christmas time with a bestie without falling in love?

Marinos:
How do I come out as pan to my gay best friend without making my crush on him weird?
The reason for my pan-awakening was coming over for Christmas. That’s right, my bestie from art college in Germany was going to stay with me for six weeks. Not only would it be a test of my resolve not to crawl into his bed, but he’d see my life as a failed artist in NYC.
He’s not aware that I know his secret and that I’ve been obsessed with finding out what he likes in bed and how I could give it to him. I should have hated it. Instead, I’ve found out I have more in common with my kinky krampus friend than I’d ever thought.

Kert:
Five years of heart eyes for my Greek tentacled God of a roommate, then four more of us keeping in touch long-distance. Now, I was going to visit him, spend my favorite holiday in magical New York City, and cure myself once and for all from dreaming Marin would wrap his tentacles around me in more than a friendly hug.
I was out and proud, but he didn’t know what I liked in bed, and I’d have to keep it a secret. That, and my rise to fame in Germany as an up-and-coming sculptor of the year.
I geared myself up for weeks of hiding my feelings from my best friend in the name of our friendship. but I heavily underestimated the power Marin’s tentacles, his scent, and his presence would have on me.
Was I doomed to fail?