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’s mouth made a low shuddering sound, and his whole world bloomed into shocked ecstatic white gold; he came spilling over his hand, his stomach, even up to his chest, in burst after burst of starlight sensation. Colby did not take the hand away, but kept it there, feathering over Jason’s.


He sagged back into pillows. Shut eyes. Opened them. Mumbled, “Holy fucking God, Colby…”


Colby moved the hand, but only in order to put out an interested fingertip and swipe it at one of the streaks across Jason’s stomach.


“Oh my God you’re going to kill me,” Jason said. His dick, despite just-finished supernovas, expressed feeble but valiant enthusiasm.


Colby gave him a grin that would not have been out of place on a young and reckless Regency viscount, and licked the fingertip.


“What,” Colby said, innocently, “it has been a while, and I wanted to. I like the taste of…er…should I say milk? For the tea metaphor?”


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