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

Colby, who did know how to put on a show, and who now knew that Jason did indeed appreciate him stripping, coaxed soft blue fabric down, gradually. He let the touch of it tantalize: thighs, smooth calves, ankles, the shape of his body as he moved.


He set the scrap of blue on the chair, where it could keep company with the rest, and padded back over. Right in front of Jason, who remained fully clothed and in charge of the next step. Colby’s cock shamelessly twitched at this arrangement, hot and stiff and needy and as yet untouched. He wondered whether Jason also liked this arrangement; he thought the answer, from the available evidence, might be yes.


He put both hands behind his back. Neat and tidy as the room. “What else?”


Jason shifted position. Did it again. Flattened a hand against the bed. “Christ.”


“Sorry, but if you’re expecting miracles, you’ll be rather disappointed, I’m afraid.”


Chapter 106