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 pumped his hips with the same careful control he had when he danced. It felt a little like dancing. The two of them moving together without speaking, as though this was how it had always been, and how it would always be. But if Jack knew anything, it was how to make Paul’s control slip and fall away, revealing the mess of desires and insecurities and passions underneath. Usually, he accomplished that with his words. But now, he used his teeth and his tongue, the depth of his throat, and his searching fingers. Paul moved faster and faster, losing himself with each thrust.


When Jack circled his opening with a rough fingertip, Paul grunted and pushed back against his hand. A sound resembling a chuckle echoed through his cock, and he could’ve sworn Jack was smiling, even if his lips never lost the suction around Paul’s shaft. Slowly, carefully—enough for Paul to bet it was a deliberate counterpoint to his snapping hips—Jack eased his finger inside the clenching channel.


Chapter 44