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

Jason was laughing too, and fell out of character enough to snicker. “Can I say that on camera? Also, that’s amazing. When did Ben come up with this? And what was he reading, and where can I find it?”


“You can certainly talk about library sex.” Colby slid down off the sofa-arm, landing next to Jason on cushions, back against the arm. He did not let himself think before moving; his stocking-clad toes nudged Jason’s thigh.


Jason gave the toes an unsubtle stare of astonishment, then looked up and visibly pretended to be taking this in stride. Colby wiggled them just a tad more under that firm warm leg, enough to be clear about this being on purpose, and added, “Also I know for a fact that there’s nineteenth-century erotica. Some fantastically queer and impressively graphic.”


“Um,” Jason said. “You—I mean right, yes, research. Um.”


“Shall we get back to it? Say it again.”


“Um,” Jason said again, and went back to the line, lips twitching.


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