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Seaworthy

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 ...<br><br>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.<br><br>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.<br><br>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?<br><br>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.

K.L. Noone · LGBT+
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129 Chs

Chapter 94

He hovered over Colby in their shared bed. Everything grew clear: sharp and defined, the pillows and the rain and various artificial lights and cameras holding collective breath. Colby had one hand on Jason’s arm, the left one, not trying to get away but simply being Will, touching Stephen. Colby’s eyes were huge and blue as horizons and certain of Will’s desire.

Jason leaned down, and kissed him.

Colby did not move for a single second, and then made a soft yielding tiny sound and kissed him back.

Colby kissed like someone who’d done a lot of kissing on screen, and simultaneously also someone wholly artless and astonished at being kissed. He tasted like mint and a whisper of coffee and sugar, Jason registered fuzzily—being considerate, no doubt, mingled with the need for caffeine—and he knew how to tip that head, how to find the right angles, how to arch up into a co-star. All of that was true.

But it was more. Kissing Colby was more