First of all, directors should decide if that handsome buffed Latino is named Michael Lamas (a more suave and classy name) or Mike Chavez (more street trashy and ethnic), and then stick to it because it's driving reviewers crazy to flip-flop names constantly depending on the whims of the directors. And get Franklin a last name, someone, please. Lamas is in a super duo (once they both take off their flowered shirts) with Chaz Carlton, who is cheating on his lover. The blond lily-white Chaz with the brown Lamas makes a mouth-watering combo, although as usual, the blond ends up on the bottom. Devyn is getting better at reading his lines, but he still comes across wooden and stiff (and especially stiff in his polka dotted underwear!) That's where he excels. The storyline is like a soap opera of silly dramatic moments and irritating harp strums that make it unnecessarily over-the-top.