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But it doesn't take Andy long to learn that he doesn't have to acknowledge an attraction to be completely overwhelmed by it...
Gay / Contemporary / The Arts
89 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 8, 2009
Summary: Andy is just trying to do a good deed when he takes his sister’s fiancé home from a bar. After all, Scott Huxley is a major Hollywood star, and one drunken picture two nights before his wedding could be a huge embarrassment. The two men have nothing in common except an intense attraction. An attraction neither want to acknowledge. Andy doesn’t want to betray his own sister, and Scott’s secret runs so deep he can’t even be honest with himself.
But it doesn’t take Andy long to learn that he doesn’t have to acknowledge an attraction to be completely overwhelmed by it...
Excerpt: Susan should have been here. She would know how to comfort Scott, she would know how to give him whatever he needed. She had to know. That’s what fiancées, and wives, did. Right? But Susan was in Napa.
“If you weren’t being an actor right now, what would you do?”
“What would I do?”
“Yeah. Remember, what happens in this room stays in here. What would you do?”
“If I weren’t acting…if I were just me…I would do this.”
Andy didn’t have a chance to respond before Scott curled his fingers in Andy’s shirt and pulled him forward. Their mouths met, and the rich smell of whiskey hung around Scott’s head in a cloud. He was so stunned by the contact, he couldn’t open his mouth. He couldn’t push Scott away. He couldn’t do anything except let Scott tease his mouth.
There were many reasons why Scott shouldn’t kiss him. At the top of the list was the fact that Scott was engaged to Andy’s sister. Only slightly below that was the fact that Scott wasn’t gay. And to round out the top three, Andy didn’t kiss, touch, grope, or have sex with very drunk men. Generally, it never ended well for him. There were even more reasons why Scott shouldn’t kiss Andy. And yet, there they were, in a kiss that seemed to be deepening instead of ending.
Scott was a good kisser. He must have had a lot of practice. Before he became involved with Susan, he was always in the tabloid papers with a different girl hanging off his arm. And being Hollywood’s leading man meant that he got more than his share of kisses on the silver screen. Except that was just pretending. And there was nothing fake about the way Scott explored his mouth. There was nothing fake about the way Andy reacted. As he warmed to the caress, he became desperate for more, hungry to taste Scott’s mouth. Andy’s tongue tingled a little from the alcohol still lingering on Scott’s lips and inside his cheeks.
“Scott…”
“You won’t tell anybody, will you?”
“No…no…I won’t tell anybody.”
“I’ve wanted to do that before.”
“Did you?”
“But I can’t.”
“You can’t?” Andy’s head was floating above his shoulders. He couldn’t even feel his feet anymore. “You just did.”
“I didn’t make you uncomfortable…did I? Look, if you want me to catch a cab, I will. I should go home.”
“You don’t have to.” Andy didn’t know where the words came from. Scott absolutely had to. Scott should go home, and pack his bags, and catch a flight up to San Francisco, and he could be with Susan again by the morning. But…a man who could kiss another man the way Scott just kissed him might not be interested in flying several hundred miles to climb into
bed with a woman.