fic: choosing is overrated (3/3)
Title: Choosing Is Overrated. (3/3)
Pairings: Cam, Carly/Freddie/Sam threesome
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own iCarly or Drake & Josh.
Summary: It all started when Carly and Sam stumbled upon a very racy video of Spencer, Drake Parker-yes, the Drake Parker-and his manger Josh Nichols. And the next thing Carly knew she was kissing Freddie with Sam’s eyes on her.
Part I, Part II
In the few minutes before Freddie arrived, Carly had the urge to bolt.
Sam had talked her into talking to Freddie about this whole relationship thing…Carly had hard time saying threesome. With one text, Freddie was already on his way to her house, coming back from some mother-son outing with Mrs. Benson.
Then she felt Sam’s eyes on her. “Why don’t you put on something, I don’t know, more,” Sam waved her hands around, “Seductive or something,” She said.
Carly folded her arms over her chest, a petulant pout on her lips. She was wearing a pink and black graphic t-shirt and dark-washed jeans. It wasn’t like she looked like a hobo or anything. “What is this? Some kinda porno movie, we’re just going to talk to him, that’s it.” Then her gaze flickered over Sam’s fitted Capri pants, her slim waist and curves looked a little more on display than usual. “Tell me that’s not what this outfit is all about,” Carly gesturing to Sam’s pants with an almost gasp.
Sam shrugged, eyes travelling toward the staircase, “You still have time to put on that mini skirt, the black one,” she mentioned innocently.
Heaving a sigh, Carly made her way up the stairs, making a mental note that Sam liked her in a mini skirt.
That was when the door opened, much to Sam’s surprise.
Freddie walked in. The air was still awkward between them after he had seen her on Carly’s lap. But it was more of an unexpected shyness on Freddie’s part. Sam just thought it was funny.
“Where’s Carly?” he asked, his gaze swept over her fitted Capri pants.
Sam smirked. “She’s upstairs,” she said simply.
As they stood around for a long moment, neither one of them willing to talk-what is she doing up there? Sam thought, getting impatient. She looked over at Freddie, who was glancing up at the ceiling, as if that was the only safe place he could stare at while enduring this long wait. Oh, this is ridiculous, she thought. So, since Freddie was already in front of the couch, she pushed at his chest, shoving him down on the couch. “Sit,” She ordered.
He gave her startled look, sprawled on the couch. “Engh! Sam!” He shook his head, fingers raking through his hair.
She may have possibly pushed him too hard, she thought, his head probably hit the back of the couch.
“Sorry,” she muttered, she didn’t sound apologetic but the mere word made Freddie blink in shock as he silently watched her.
That was how Carly found them when she finally came downstairs. Sam standing over Freddie as he lay on the couch, holding his head and staring at Sam like she was an alien.
And then Sam smiled at the sight of her.
Freddie looked between them, slowly sitting up, and confusion knitting his eyebrows together as he gazed up at them.
He felt his throat dry when he noticed Carly’s mini skirt, and he bereted himself for being so pathetic. He needed to get over his crush on her. And he refused to acknowledge the way Sam looked-shutting his eyes briefly before he glanced around, swallowing thickly. “So, what did you guys want?” He asked.
Sam was sitting next to him. Her arm brushed against his while Carly sat on his other side.
He didn’t know what this was all about. But he was feeling unusually nervous, more than he ever had when he was with both girls.
Sam’s fingers were on his collar, sliding down the buttons on his striped shirt, she was staring at him in that same heated way from before, blue-eyes bright and unnervingly focused on him.
Okay, that was it.
Something was up. First Sam was being too nice to him and now, she was getting him uncomfortable. He sat up stiffly, glancing at her warily. “What are you playing at, Puckett?”
“I know you’ve been feeling left out, Benson,” was all she said.
He leaned back and felt Carly’s leg brush against his. He turned and found her watching Sam’s fingers, eyes wide.
Sam leaned in close to his ear. “I know your secret,” she said. He backed away from her hastily, feeling overwhelmed, he jumped up but Carly’s hand landed on his knee.
And that was when the world stopped.
Carly’s lips were pressing against his, softly moving over his lips-he froze. His body tingling with heat, and shocked.
Breaking away from Freddie, Carly’s eyes fell on Sam and her breath hitched. Sam’s eyes were dark and glittering, and Carly was sure she had never seen her like this.
Freddie looked dazed as he gave Carly a goofy smile. Carly let out a nervous breath, watching Sam’s lips quirk up, deviously, it was such an unfamiliar expression. And it was undeniably sexy.
Carly couldn’t believe she was actually going along with this. No, that she might actually be enjoying this.
Freddie noticing Carly’s stare, turned to follow her gaze. Shifting on the couch, he jerked back, forgetting Sam was there right next to him. Suddenly, Sam pulled Freddie closer, her hand griping his neck as she kissed him hard. Carly’s eyebrows shot up. She heard Freddie’s undignified squawk of surprised and then a groan. Carly felt hot as Sam’s eyes fluttered open and watched her.
Letting go of Freddie, Sam smirked, and Freddie gasped, looking wide-eyed and red-lipped and so confused.
Then he passed out.
“Oh my god, Freddie!” Carly shook the limp boy by his shoulders. He was motionless on her lap. Carly looked up at Sam in panic. “Oh god, we killed Freddie!”
Sam slapped his head. “Benson!” She yelled. Then she groaned in irritation. “The idiot,” she muttered, “Always has to ruin everything,” she scowled, sitting back with a huff.
“Aw,” Carly said, looking down at the unconscious boy, “He’s cute with his mouth all open,” She giggled. Then she glanced at Sam, who sat beside Freddie’s slumped form with her arms folded over her chest and angry pout at her lips. Carly started laughing, “Sam, what did you expect? This is Freddie.”
Sighing, Sam relented in a smile, “I don’t know, I guess we’ll figure it out, or something,” she said.
Carly nodded, “We’re really abnormal people,” she said, smiling fondly at Freddie. Then she looked at Sam with amusement dancing in her dark eyes. Sam laughed and pulled the other girl into a kiss.
Suddenly, below them, they heard a pained groan. Carly and Sam looked down and found Freddie shifting on Carly’s lap, his eyelids fluttered open. Lifting his neck to look straight up, his eyes became huge as Carly and Sam hovered above him. “Carly? Sam?” He croaked.
Sam gave Carly another devious look and before Carly knew it Sam was kissing her again.
Freddie’s head dropped back on Carly’s lap, and when Sam let go of her, Carly found him unconscious, again.
“Yeah, we’ll work on it,” Sam conceded.
-x-x-
Freddie dreamed of two blurry angels, one brunette and one blonde, looking down at him, their faces surrounded by light that was blinding. They exchanged mischievous looks as they watched him.
He blinked. Once. Twice. And then the blurriness soon focused. Most of the light was replaced by the familiar walls of the Shay loft, nothing left of the brightness except for the ceiling light blub glowing above him.
“Someone’s awake.”
“So, the moron finally decided get off his lazy butt.”
Freddie didn’t need such great deduction skills to tell whose voice belonged to whom.
His fuzzy thoughts soon sharpened as memories flooded back to him.
Carly had kissed him.
Sam had kissed him.
Sam and Carly had kissed each other right in front him.
Consecutive moments that occurred right after the other except for the blank spots in between where he was sure he had been knocked out, completely.
Wait. Carly and Sam did…WHAT?!
He shot up and blinked rapidly as his head became light again, spots of white blurring his vision for a second. His eyes darted around until they landed on the very two girls he had been thinking about, looking back at him from behind the couch.
Both girls kept shooting each other looks before Sam sighed and went around the couch and sat beside him. Freddie sat up further when Carly made her way around the couch as well, and sat on his other side.
Feeling the hazy heat from the blood rushing to his face, he knew he was blushing but he couldn’t bring himself to get over the thought of both girls being so close to him after they had…kissed…and him…and each other…He laid back on the couch, feeling his head light and dizzy again.
Carly cleared her throat, and Freddie’s eyes lowered to look at her, his head still on the couch. Her lips were pursed as she looked directly at Sam, trying to convey some silent words that Sam seemed not to understand at all.
Giving up, Carly sighed. Freddie lifted his head off the couch, feeling his nerves jittering as she looked back at him.
“We were wondering,” Carly began, a soft smile playing at her lips as she glanced at Sam beside him.
Freddie swallowed thickly, before repeating slowly, “We…?” He jerked as Sam’s shoulder bumped into him. It was only a light nudge to get his attention but he looked over at her apprehensively anyway.
“Yeah, me and Carls decided we want you to be our boyfriend, you know, so we’d be a threesome,” Sam said plainly.
Her words ran through his brain, over and over again, and each time his eyebrows rose higher and higher. The idea seemed like this vague thing, like a joke, like something inconceivable. But it had always been the three of them for so long. Lately, he had been feeling this emptiness in the center of his chest when they would go off together more and more-he wanted to be with the both of them. He wanted the both of them. And that thought scared him.
This was so wrong. This was not real. This couldn’t happen.
His heart was hammering in his chest and he was afraid he would stop breathing if he didn’t heave in another long breath.
“You do know what a threesome is, right, Benson?” Sam’s voice broke his thoughts, sharp but teasing. Freddie looked at her in surprise. She had one eyebrow up as if she was challenging him to a bet, smug smile and all. A spark of boldness came over him like it always did when she’d look at him like that. It was inevitable.
“Wait,” he said, calmer as he glanced back and forth between them. He settled on looking at Carly. She was watching him expectantly, waiting for him to speak but instead he leaned in and kissed her softly. Like a test, he was eyeing her to see if it was weird. If it was uncomfortable or not. She just looked at him surprised and he wanted to laugh because of all the times he had wanted to kiss her he didn’t think it would be like this.
And when he turned to Sam, she was looking back at with that same challenging expression on her face. His lips quirked up, before he leaned in and kissed her too, soft and short, almost as if he was afraid-second-guessing himself. Sam stiffened at the abruptly short kiss.
He leaned back on the couch, eyes on the ceiling, as both girls glanced at him unsurely-tension between them-Carly fretting as she bit her lip and Sam’s smug smile wiped off. The moment of indecision was achingly long and painfully silent. And Sam had the urge to punch Freddie in the stomach for making them all go through this.
Until, a slow grin stretched across Freddie's face.
“I think I’m gonna like this,” he said finally.
There was amusement in his voice and Carly gave Sam the biggest smile she had ever seen.
It wasn’t until then that the clarity of it all swept though Sam’s mind. It was so easy. She wanted to laugh.
The three of them on the couch, they sat together like they always did. Except, Freddie pulled Carly under his arm and Sam rested her head on Freddie’s lap, while Carly ran her fingers through Sam’s long curly hair slowly. It was like nothing changed but everything did change-and it all tumbled right on top of each other.
It was simple.
This felt right.
And that was all there was to it.
The End.