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’s bruising grip shifted, and suddenly the unforgiving fingers were wrapped around Jack’s cock, like bands of steel. He stripped Jack’s shaft, his hand moving in tandem with his hips. Jack grunted his approval, his head dropping forward. Paul’s mouth was a curious contrast, his lips still seeking out new spots to caress, to lick the drops of water from his skin, even as he drove harder into Jack’s ass.


He wanted to tell Paul how amazing this felt, how he had never been fucked so well before in his life, how each stroke dissolved more of the world away to leave just the two of them. He wanted to say a lot more, but his tongue wouldn’t form the words, his mind couldn’t find the sentences. The best he could manage was a series of, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” that was more a metronome to Paul’s thrusts than it was any sort of necessary communication.


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