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

“Whatever you want,” Jack promised. He pulled Paul’s shirt free and ran the back of his fingers across Paul’s oversensitive skin. “I’ll ride you ‘til we both explode, luv. And then I’m going to do it again.”


“God, Jack. I need you.” Another skim of Jack’s knuckles across his stomach made him gasp, and a small shock jumped from his abdomen to his throat. He reached between them to unzip his pants. As soon as his cock was free, he pressed it against Jack’s, wrapping his fingers around both shafts. “Please.”


Jack’s chest hitched, his lips suddenly stopping over Paul’s. Paul waited for him to move, but even his hand had ceased its gentle caresses. Pulling their cocks did nothing but provoke a small groan. It was something, though, so he did it again, longer, harder, swiping his palm over the tip of Jack’s.


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