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

Paul stood as well. Martin didn’t have quite the same build as Jack. He was taller, and while he was fit, he didn’t have a dancer’s physique. Martin’s ass wasn’t quite as tight, either, but it was still nice. Paul’s cock twitched as his blood rushed south. He stood behind Marty, crowding his personal space without quite touching him.


Martin hesitated for a fraction of a moment before topping off Paul’s glass. “Lilah might be disappointed if we both drink without her.”


“We don’t necessarily have to tell her,” Paul said. The words sounded reasonable in his head, but as soon as he uttered them, he realized how ugly they were. He was glad Martin wasn’t looking at him.


“Paul…” His name came out as a sigh. Martin bowed his head, his long fingers tracing the etched design on the crystal tumbler. “I’m sure you didn’t mean that.”


Chapter 20