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

Jack’s lips finally slid away, angling downward. His tongue rasped over Paul’s jaw, followed by teeth, followed by tongue again, dizzyingly swift as if Jack couldn’t decide where or what he wanted. The strokes over Paul’s cock grew bolder, squeezes that made his ache, a cupping of his balls that had him spreading his legs farther to give Jack more room.


“Want to taste you,” Jack rasped. He nuzzled his nose into Paul’s sweat-damp neck, licking away every drop. “All of you.”


Paul almost asked if Jack wanted to go to the house. They would be more comfortable in the bedroom. He could just send everybody home for the night. But then Jack’s reflection in the mirror caught his eye. The suggestion died on his tongue. He tilted his head back as Jack sought out more of his skin, his tongue darting out in a random, unpredictable pattern.


“Wait a second,” Paul murmured, leaning back to pull his shirt over his head. As soon as it was gone, Jack attacked him with his mouth again.


Chapter 42