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 dropped his head back, his weight shifting so he leaned more heavily against the wall. It peeled him away from Paul’s glistening body, a loss almost excruciating all by itself, but forced Paul’s finger deeper inside. Jack gazed up at him, knowing he wasn’t nearly good enough an actor to hide just how good this felt. Neither spoke. Paul just stared at him, his mouth wet and swollen, his eyes black, as he eased his finger out.


“When was the last time you were fucked?” Paul asked, another finger joining the first.


He hissed at the added thickness, clenching when Paul threatened to pull them out too soon. “You’re not really going to make me do the math now, are you?”


Paul smiled and caught Jack’s bottom lip. “No, I’m not. You’re just…you’re just so tight.”


Chapter 48