An epic motion picture! A gay Napoleonic War love story! Ballrooms and battles at sea! Romantic happy endings on the silver screen! And a film that’ll change everything for its stars ... Jason Mirelli can’t play adrenaline-fueled action heroes forever. He’s getting older, plus the action star parts have grown a little thinner since he came out as bisexual. This role could finally let him be seen as a serious dramatic actor, and he needs it to go well -- for his career, and because he’s fallen in love with the story and the chance to tell it. The first problem? He’ll be playing a ship’s captain ... and he hasn’t exactly mentioned his fear of water. The second problem? His co-star: award-winning, overly talkative, annoyingly adorable -- and openly gay – box office idol Colby Kent. Colby’s always loved the novel this film’s based on, and he leapt at the chance to adapt it, now that he has the money and reputation to make it happen. But scars and secrets from his past make filming a love story difficult ... until Jason takes his hand and wakes up all his buried desires. Jason could be everything Colby’s ever wanted: generous and kind, a fantastic partner on set, not to mention those heroic muscles. But Colby just can’t take that chance ... or can he? As their characters fall in love and fight a war, Colby and Jason find themselves falling, too ... and facing the return of their own past demons. But together they just might win ... and write their own love story.

Seaworthy

“Hey,” Jason explained, “you picked it, and you have good taste.” And then he heard those words the way innuendo would make them sound, Colby tasting good, and felt himself blush, this time: like the teenager he hadn’t been in years.


He might’ve been one again. Awkward, oversized, stumbling over desires and his thumping pulse. Sitting next to a boy he wanted to get closer to, to take that hand. Not knowing how or if he could ever do that, if that feeling would ever, could ever, be returned.


But Colby hadtouched him. Had sung for him, fleetingly, and had let fingertips trail against his arm.


He could’ve burst into song himself, loud and jubilant and astonished.


The bar filled up with more people, not all of them cast and crew. Several noisy someones colonized the booth next to theirs. The space got busier, less secure, less welcoming.


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