It's 1953, and the golden age of Hollywood musicals. Paul Dunham couldn't be hotter on the dancefloor or the silver screen. Hoping to capitalize on Paul's popularity, the studio pairs him with up-and-comer Jack Wells.<br><br>On the marquee, it's a match made in heaven, but for Paul, it's a personal hell. He hates Jack's newfangled acting style, and he hates Jack's blue eyes, and he especially hates the fact that Jack is one of the most talented dancers he has ever met.<br><br>Jack, however, doesn't hate Paul. In fact, everything Paul does fascinates him. After their first meeting, Jack is determined to win Paul over, and he won't back down until Paul admits the two of them are perfect partners ... in every way.

Sticks and Stones

Grinning, Jack rolled onto his back, folding his hands behind his head as a cushion. It stretched his lean body out to even leaner proportions and pulled his pants taut over his erection. “Was just an accident, mate. One of the fortunate kind, if you ask me.”


“Somehow, I’m having a really hard time believing that.” Paul settled behind the piano. Partially, so he didn’t have to see Jack, and partially so Jack couldn’t see him. “A real hard time.”


“You should let me do something about it then. We got all morning, just the two of us. Be a shame to waste it.”


Paul scowled, his fingers brushing across the keys. “We have all morning to dance. If you want to dance, get up. I don’t have time for anything else.”


Jack’s sharp kick back to his feet hinted at none of his earlier clumsiness. “Maybe that’s your problem.”


“No, you’remy problem.” He played a short series of notes, sliding up the scale. “So no more accidents.”


Chapter 14