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

And then he couldn’t think of anything but hurtling toward oblivion. Everything centered on Paul, on the places where they were joined, on cock and ass and mouth and neck and the heat merging their skin together. Jack murmured encouragement, or what he hoped was encouragement since it felt like he’d lost all control over his thoughts and voice. He pressed his head back against Paul’s shoulder, but not even the firm wall of muscle was enough to give him strength enough to hold on.


He came with a shout, his cock jerking in Paul’s hand, while the rest of him went rigid. Though Paul had to tear past his clenching muscles to drive ever harder into his ass, Jack didn’t care. He relished how the burn only added to the fire racing beneath his skin, and clutched at Paul’s nape, begging him to give even more.


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