The Kiss

“Okay, people! That’s all there is to it! Let’s try one on tape!”

As they were getting up to re-start the scene, Claire read Ian’s lips as he whispered, “Now you have to kiss me,” with the most devilish smirk she could have imagined. This was first class entertainment as far as she was concerned.

Scott’s cheeks went into one lovely red flush as he coughed and tried to appear normal while that pretty boy teased him. And the tease Scott was enduring was even lower than his red cheeks. He seemed completely aroused.

Like dominos moving in reverse, everyone stood up as they scooted back out of the row.

Vainly trying to appear seductive and alluring to a man who was completely preoccupied with something masculine and British, Gigi was waiting at the top of the aisle for Scott. As he ignored her, he habitually ran his hand through his hair, was scolded, and re-brushed once more. Powder was applied to his face as his sweat from heightened nerves made him glisten. He spit out the chewed gum, handed it to someone, then took a fresh pack, and shoved it into his left jacket pocket.

With more intensity than before, the scene was made official as “Take one!” was shouted and then, “Action!”

Holding hands once more, Gigi and Scott made their way down that aisle while the soft rumble of scripted stage conversation hummed around everyone. As planned, they scooted into the row with the last three unoccupied seats and sat down. Instantly the lights went out. On cue, Scott began digging into his pocket. So far it was perfect, a piece of gum in his mouth, Gigi gone to potty, Ian moving in for the kill.

Squinting through the dimness, Claire could see Scott take a very deep breath. Somehow it seemed appropriate as he would need that courage to kiss his chick. But Claire knew damn well it was real.

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.