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

He expected to see the call sheet waiting for him in his trailer, but there was nothing. Had it been revised? Was Jesson or the director changing it? That was common on most shoots, but never the films under Jesson’s control. He kept his people in line, including headstrong and wayward directors.


Paul picked up the script and looked through it, refreshing his memory. Nothing in his personal life could be so tragic as to make him forget his lines, but it wasn’t a bad idea to review them while he had the opportunity. Except, that meant reading Jack’s lines, too. Which he heard in Jack’s now-familiar accent, colored by his now-familiar smile. Which only reminded him of the way that smile disappeared when Paul told him things were over. And why. Which finally reminded him of what a colossal fuck-up he was. He didn’t deserve Jack. At least Jack was honest with himself about what he wanted, about who he wanted, about the life he wanted to lead.


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