Sharing -- Part 1
He doesn't really know why he even comes to these movie nights.
All they are for him is torture.
Yeah, he loves getting away from the insane whirlwind that his life has become for a few hours, and just relaxing in the cozy, dimly lit living room of his best friend's house, pretending for just a little while that he's still just a normal guy with normal friends and a normal life, and not the guy who had to dodge the paparazzi just to get here unnoticed.
Of course... hanging out with Kris brings along its own special kind of drama.
Adam's never been one to be apologetic about who he is or what he wants. He never tried to hide who he was during the competition, openly announced his crush on Kris to Rolling Stone magazine, and boldly presents himself to the world without excuse, refusing to allow anyone to make him feel guilty or ashamed.
That said... it's hard not to feel just a little bit guilty for thinking obscenely dirty thoughts about your best friend when his freaking wife is sitting right beside you.
And how did I end up sitting between them, anyway? What the heck is up with that?
Adam is hyper-aware of Kris's smaller body, pressed close to him on the sofa, and clearly relaxed and comfortable with that; but in another way entirely, he's equally aware of Katy at his other side, snuggled in close as if they were best girlfriends, her chin resting on his shoulder.
In a rare moment, Adam hates the fact that he just takes up so much damn room. This would be so much easier if the three of them could sit on the couch without touching.
Or... maybe it'd just be harder, in a different way.
He's so confused he doesn't even know anymore.
An inconvenient thought crosses his mind at the penultimate moment of the movie, and the guilt intensifies, and suddenly Adam doesn't care about the ending.
What would Katy think if she knew?
It was only a couple of kisses, a couple of weeks back, and afterwards Adam swore to Kris that nothing like that would ever happen again. Kris was his usual gentle, understanding self and reminded him it'd taken two to kiss -- like that, anyway -- and that there was nothing to feel sorry for.
Even so, Adam was sure that Kris would tell Katy, and he would no longer be welcome in their home or their lives.
Apparently -- he was wrong.
Still, every time he comes here, he carefully checks Katy's expression for any signs of anger or tension. He knows Kris is a man of conscience, and is afraid that it's only a matter of time before that conscience gets the better of him, and he's compelled to tell his wife about his brief moment of infidelity.
But apparently, that time is not yet.
When the credits begin to roll, Adam feels the awkwardness of his guilt closing in on him, and begins to prepare to make his excuses and leave for the night. Of course, it might be easier to think if Kris hadn't just placed his hand on his thigh... if he wasn't slowly rubbing like that... and smiling that strange, knowing smirk at him...
Adam pushes Kris's hand away with a trembling hand, casting a panicked glance toward Katy, wondering if she's seen her husband's moment of insanity. She's looking at him with a smirk to match Kris's expression, and Adam freezes, his stomach lurching uneasily. He's vaguely aware that Kris puts his hand back on his thigh, resuming the slow, suggestive back and forth motion, as Katy speaks... but her words allow him to focus on nothing else.
"Oh, come on, Adam," she softly scoffs. "Don't pretend you don't want him."
Adam gapes at her for several long moments in stunned disbelief, before looking back at Kris for some explanation. Kris is just grinning at him, dark eyes narrowed and strangely predatory, no trace of the innocent, harmless country boy he usually portrays.
Adam's on his feet before he knows he's going to move, backing away from the world's most adorable couple to ever simultaneously lose their minds. He's not sure how he got there, but suddenly he's halfway across the room, staring at them in confusion and a little bit of horror.
"Okay... what... what... the hell...?"
He realizing he's stammering, and shakes his head as if to clear it, staring between Kris and his wife as Katy rises from the sofa and takes a step toward him.
"Did you really think he wouldn't tell me?" She smirks, rolling her eyes. "As if it wasn't already obvious."
Adam is unsure of just how much Kris has told Katy, and his desperate looks find no answer in Kris's calm, mysteriously shaded eyes. Adam swallows hard, his mouth dry, as he tries again to answer Katy, deciding to err on the side of caution and assume she doesn't know everything.
"Look, okay... okay, I like him. You know that. But..."
"But I've known about that for months." Katy waves a dismissive hand as she takes another step toward him, her voice soft and subtly dangerous. "You let the whole world know you wanted him a month after the show ended."
Kris still hasn't moved from his casual position on the sofa -- one foot drawn up to brace against the seat cushion, the other on the floor, one arm resting across his raised knee as he watches Adam with almost clinical interest.
"Him wanting you, on the other hand..."
Katy continues, her voice lowering slightly and drawing his attention back to her with alarm to realize that she's only a couple of steps away from him now. Her lips twitch slightly in amusement at his reaction, and she glances back toward Kris with a half-shrug.
"... that's new."
"I-I-I'm sorry," Adam babbles, taking a lurching, graceless step back and stumbling over something, falling against the wall. "Katy, I didn't mean for it to happen, I swear... it'll n-never happen again, I promise..."
Adam isn't inexperienced in much; this isn't the first time he's been caught by the significant other of a guy he was with. It is the first time that he knew the guy was married, and that said significant other was someone he actually called a friend. He's not sure what to expect from Katy right now, not sure what will happen when the calm, controlled facade shatters. He just knows he wants to be far, far away when it does.
Except -- that's not an option.
"Sure you did," Katy cuts him off casually, a knowing smile on her lips. "And yes, it will."
She takes a slow, measured step nearer to him, both of them well aware that he's cornered, with nowhere left to go. She edges in closer to him, rising up on her tiptoes and lowering her voice to a husky whisper.
"Only next time..."
His eyes widen and his heart lurches at the low, heavy sound of her enticing words in his ear.
"... I get to watch..."
"D-did you just say... watch...?" Adam is dumbfounded, not comprehending what exactly it is that Katy's proposing.
"Oh, excuse me," she corrects herself with a sly smile. "I won't just be watching. I'll be participating, too."
"Participating?" Adam echoes in disbelief, shaking his head, holding up his hands in protest. "Whoa, whoa! I don't do..."
"You do married men, apparently," Katy cuts him off in a voice that is suddenly low and dangerous, sliding into his space until there's barely a breath between them. "Specifically my husband. So I'd say tonight, you'll do whatever and whoever the hell I say you will!"
She's a good sixteen inches shorter than he is, and utterly nonthreatening -- usually; but Adam can't help but flinch at the accusation and venom in her tone. His heart is racing and sinking at the same time, and he knows what he feared has happened. When he leaves this place tonight, he won't be welcome back.
"Katy."
Kris's soft voice stops Katy's fury in its tracks with a single word. She closes her eyes, drawing in a deep breath before opening them again and meeting Adam's wary gaze, in control again.
Her voice is very soft as she continued, "Two become one. That's what our vows said. So, it only makes sense that... what you do with one of us, you've already done with the other anyway..."
Adam swallows hard, studying her expression as he opens his mouth to speak, hoarse and uncertain. "Did -- did those vows say anything about three?"
Katy is quiet for a moment before shrugging and responding softly, "Some things... they don't give you a rulebook for. Some things... you have to figure out as you go."
Adam's gaze never falters, trying to read her, as he presses cautiously, "And... what exactly have you... figured out? What... what is this?"
"This is me..." Katy responds slowly, evenly. "... learning to share."
Adam blinks, shaking his head slowly and silently to indicate his confusion.
Katy's voice is barely audible when she speaks again. "I'd rather share him with you than lose him to you."
"Katy... no," Adam protests, his tone gentle and regretful. "No, I would never... It's not like that..."
"Adam, listen," Kris speaks up with a sigh as he finally rises from the sofa and starts across the room, his eyes downcast as he searches for the right words. "Me and Katy -- we have a problem right now. I've... I've done something that... could destroy us. Unless... unless you let us make it right."
"How?" Adam whispers, eyes wide, because he thinks he already has a pretty good idea of the answer.
"If we've both done it... and... together... then, it's not cheating. It's a choice we made, together."
Adam failed to see the logic in that, and opened his mouth to say so, but the next words out of Katy's mouth stopped him. "You're not going to let us fall apart, are you?"
Adam closes his mouth, swallowing hard. He thinks they're crazy, wrong, and this is a horrible idea. Still, for some reason, he finds himself answering hesitantly.
"Then... you want to kiss me? Just once... and then the two of you will be... even?"
"Yeeeaaah." Kris's boyish features twist into a grimace as he reaches Katy's side, and looks up at Adam matter-of-factly. "See... that's the thing." He pauses, holding Adam's gave unwaveringly as he confesses, "I really don't think that kiss would have been the last. And I really don't think I could have stopped with just kissing."
Adam's eyes widen with startled understanding, and he looks slowly between the two of them, searching for some sign that they're kidding, or he's misunderstood them -- but he knows they're not, and he hasn't. Katy reaches out to touch his arm, and he flinches as he turns to face her. She is solemn and earnest, her voice soft and carrying a pleading note.
"Just this one night. Let him... get it out of his system. Stay with us, and let us do this... and everything will be all right again." She hesitates, dropping her eyes momentarily before adding, "Please, Adam."
Adam doesn't know what to say. This is insane. This is a terrible idea that will probably cost him his two closest friends. But if he doesn't go along with it... well...
... then he's probably lost them already.
"So... spell this out for me. What exactly are you asking me to do?"
Kris runs a possessive hand slowly down Adam's side, smiling for a moment as his eyes follow the trail of his hand, before looking up to meet Adam's apprehensive gaze. His voice is soft, enticing and frightening at the same time.
"Just for tonight... whatever we want you to do. Can you do that, Adam?"
Adam shakes his head, at a loss. "I... I don't understand. How is this supposed to...?"
"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you, Adam?" Kris interrupts, his voice low and hoarse with desire, his dark eyes blazing with lust. "How hard it's been to hold it back?" He pauses before adding pointedly, "What you awakened inside me when you kissed me like that? I can't hold it back anymore, Adam. I've got all these... thoughts, and... and fantasies... and I can't get past them until I can... act on them. Will you let me act on them?"
Adam considers, but doesn't answer yet, except with another question. He glances warily toward Kris's wife as he asks, "What about Katy?"
"What about me?" Katy counters, hands on her hips. "So you don't like girls. Oh, well. I don't like skanky little man-whores making time with my man. Looks like we both lose." She pauses, her voice softer but more intent, eyes narrowed on Adam's as she concludes, "Looks like you owe me."
Adam is silent for a long moment, unable to argue with her anger. He knows he deserves it. He waits a moment before clarifying quietly.
"One night."
"Yes," Kris affirms without hesitation.
"I let you guys... work out whatever issues you're trying to deal with here, about... me, and... everything that's happened..." He can't meet their eyes as he says it, his face flushing with shame. "... and when it's over, hopefully you guys feel better about each other and... and about me... and everything goes back to normal?"
"That's the idea." Katy nods.
"And I get out of this...?"
"Me." Kris actually smirks as he steps into Adam's space, boldly looking up at him with the arrogance of a much larger man. He shrugs, glancing at his wife as he adds, "And Katy. It's a package deal. If I get what I want from you, well... so does she."
Adam was fairly certain that the things Katy wanted to do to him were probably considerably less fun than whatever ideas Kris had been secretly harboring for the past several months.
But it didn't matter.
"This is... my fault," Adam admitted in a halting voice, eyes focused on the floor at his feet. "I... I owe you guys this much..."
"Damn right," Katy mutters, and Kris waves a shushing hand at her without taking his eyes off Adam.
"Okay. I... I'll do it. Whatever you guys want."
"Good," Katy snaps. "I want you on your freakin' knees, you homewrecking little slut."
"Easy, honey," Kris soothes her, turning toward her and gently stroking her arm in a calming gesture. "Let's just... start slow, okay?" He turns back to Adam, his eyes darkened with desire and anticipation as he amends, "Let's just start with... taking off your clothes."
TBC...