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 held Jack’s cock, but he didn’t move his wrist. He throbbed against Paul’s fingers, his pulse thrumming, echoing Paul’s own rapid heartbeat. He throbbed around Paul’s cock, too. All of his blood seemed to be right at the surface of his skin, and Paul felt every pulse, felt every breath against his mouth, felt every twitch, and every moan. His other arm went around Jack’s back, pulling him even closer.


When Jack started to move, Paul’s first impulse was to snatch him back. Don’t golingered on his tongue, and unexpected panic sent a surge through his veins. But Jack had already sought out his mouth again, plunging past nonexistent defenses to make up for the loss of his heat and body elsewhere. Paul tightened his embrace to the point of pain, but Jack never uttered a word of protest. He simply clutched at Paul all the more, sinking back onto his length in the same slow, excruciating rhythm.


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