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

“Neither do I. That’s why I came here in the first place. I’d hoped Martin could tell me how to talk to you without fucking everything up.”


“I think you did a pretty good job without Martin’s help. Have you even been home yet today?”


“No. Crashed at a friend’s and when I woke up, all I wanted to do was fix this.”


“You’re very proactive, I’ve got to give you that much.”


Paul’s mouth hovered over his, and Jack could already taste it. It felt like days since Paul had last kissed him. He tensed, waiting for the pressure of Paul’s mouth, itching to fist Paul’s shirt and drag him into a hungry kiss. Jack held firm, though. Once Paul made the initial contact, he wouldn’t check himself, but Paul needed to make the first move.


When he did, it was with a moan of satisfaction. He wasn’t reserved or hesitant. He claimed Jack’s mouth with a hard caress, his tongue immediately seeking entrance.


Chapter 57