Books from G.A. Hauser > The Kiss

Book: The Kiss EXCERPT FROM BOOK As if in slow motion, he sat back, raised his right arm over the back of Ian's chair and with complete affection, dug into that glorious head of hair and gently urged that pretty boy's mouth towards his. When Ian's face turned his way, Claire was biting the inside her cheek in anxiety. Ian was wearing an expression that he actually had to change. At first Claire caught some loving affection there, then the actor part kicked in and his panic-stricken look appeared. When their lips met, even she felt a charge of electricity. No peck on the lips was this! Her brother was sucking his face! As the seconds ticked away, she almost expected the director to cut and shout that the kiss was too long. Finally they separated and Scott gave his expected gape at Ian in horror at the realization. That wonderful sensuous grin appeared on Ian's lovely face as he said, "Mmmm, nice...." (Improvising the ‘mmmm') as he chewed seductively. Then, just when it was almost a complete take, he leaned over and pecked Scott on the lips. In astonishment, Claire choked and widened her eyes in awe. "Oh, my fucking god," she mumbled to herself. Shouting ensued as they cut the scene, and the director screamed at Ian, "What the hell are you doing?" He shrugged, matter-of-factly, and said, "Felt right." "Well, no matter how much you turn each other on, stick to the script! You can make out later! On your own time!" By now Scott was folded in half with his face in his hands, hiding from the humiliation. Claire gave up holding it in and burst out laughing. Hearing her voice, Scott instantly sat up and glared at her. It was mean, but she loved it. ‘Time to kiss again!' she thought, giving him a big intimidating grin. They were told, with some annoyance, to do it once more. As they exited the aisle, Claire noticed something unexpected happen. Very secretly in the distracting chaos, Ian reached back his hand and made contact with the inside of her brother's thigh, very close to his crotch as they scooted out of that row. It was quick, it was discreet, and it was unbelievable. Her jaw hung open. She must have been the only one who noticed it because things just simply progressed as usual. ‘Take two' was shouted, then instant replay began. A silly thought ran through her head. Would Ian keep mucking it up, simply to keep having the opportunity to taste her brother's lips? And what about her brother? Giving that lovely male a kiss worth remembering? As far as lab experiments go, this one was shocking her to the core. She knew it! She simply knew it! Men had such an innate craving for sex they could be tempted into anything. It just took the right chemistry and environment. But, would they now become lovers? Or was this incident a one off? One thing she was certain of; they did not hate this contact. Not once did they cringe, look disgusted, wipe their mouths off! Nothing that would indicate this was distasteful to either of them. It was completely baffling. As she contemplated the depth of the male psyche, they walked down that aisle again. Blah, blah, blah, it was all a bore until that damn piece of gum was in his mouth. Once again Scott took a very deep breath and turned to caress the back of Ian's hair with what was becoming familiarity. As Claire stared in awe, Ian parted his lips to receive Scott's mouth. It was really getting wild between those two, and yet it seemed only the three of them were aware. Or so Claire had hoped. As Scott's forehead and eyebrows creased in absolute pleasure, she wondered again how long of a kiss they had anticipated. Left to do their thing, would their lips be connected eternally? The amount they were savoring that luscious forbidden contact, truly was inconceivable to her. After what felt to Claire was a ridiculously long make-out session, they parted and went through the rest flawlessly. The director yelled ‘Cut', and they took a break as they rewound the tape to take a look at it. Distracted by the videotape as it played back the scene, Claire glimpsed between cameras to again find a subtle hint of things to come. Ian's hand squeezed her brother's knee affectionately, then quickly released it and hid itself in his pocket. "Perfect, gentlemen!" the director shouted, "You've done it in two takes. Congratulations!" As Scott exhaled with relief, Ian got a very mischievous look on his face. Grabbing Scott's head in his hands, he planted one on his lips, a freebee. When everyone noticed, a roar of laughter and clapping followed. Claire felt miserable for Scott, and knew he'd be mortified. As Ian pulled back to laugh in his face, instead of rage, Scott was smiling at him, shaking his head. "Well, fuck me..." she mumbled, totally amazed and ever so slightly sick with jealousy. The crowd, which Claire found were mainly made up of students who had volunteered, mulled about, giggling and whispering like giddy juveniles at the risqué scene. The director hollered over the din that they were sworn to secrecy and could not let out the nature of the kiss before the commercial was aired. With Claire moving as close as she could to the men to meet them and ask them how they felt, she found Gigi asking Scott in pouting disappointment, "You guys really lovers?" As Claire anticipated a very volatile reaction from her brother, including possibly a punch in the nose, he simply lowered his head shyly and whispered, " no." This was not the Scott Andrew Epstein she had been brought up with. The old Scott would have had a panic attack and fit right there, screaming in horror she was insane. Claire's fascination was peaked, and the green-eyed monster was beginning to rear its ugly head again. Coming around the cameras to meet her excitedly, Ian got sidetracked as he glimpsed the ad running again on a video screen and paused to watch it. On his way to do the same, Scott stood behind him, and as they both stared at it in a trance, Claire moved to be able to overhear any delightful or incriminating comments. Oddly, they were completely absorbed at what they looked like kissing each other. It was one thing to do it, and obviously quite another to witness yourself doing it. When Ian leaned to Scott's ear Claire heard him whisper, "The bird looks like a slapper sitting there. She doesn't even know her boyfriend is snogging another bloke!" Slapper? Snogging? Claire assumed the latter was kissing, thinking the former was some derogatory term for a female. She did love those English idioms. At least she imagined he meant kissing. Snog? Were they dueling tongues in there? With Scott knowing exactly what he meant, and appearing a bit light in the head after the sensuous rush of Ian's lips, he chuckled as the scene was finished and smiled sweetly at him. "I don't know what the hell you just said, so is it okay if I just nod and smile to keep you happy?" he teased playfully. With his bright eyes wider than normal, Ian burst out laughing, "Oi! You just keep up that handsome smile, mate." Standing with her arms folded behind them silently, listening, she was very surprised at the affection growing between them. When they finally turned around they found her grinning at them mischievously. At some hidden message from her smirk, they both seemed shy to her gaze suddenly. "Uh huh...I bet you were upset with yourselves to be so professional and only do it in two takes. Shame on you. You could have had a whole day of...snogging." "Shut up!" Scott said, but, this time with a big smile on his lips. "No, you shut up! Christ, was I right?" Claire had actually asked that out loud and Ian overheard. She was dying to know if her brother was now hot for this English stud.