Fic: Three In a Row, X's and O's (American Idol, Katy/Kris/Adam)

Jan 07, 2010 09:18

Title: Three In a Row, X's and O's
Fandom: American Idol RPF
Grouping: Katy/Kris/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 7000
Summary: This is stupid. He's wandering around his own living room with dishpan hands, his attempts to make this evening some perfect romantic fantasy a failure already. Maybe he should have just gone with Barry White and enough candles to set off the smoke detector. AKA Adam has dinner with Kris and Katy.

Notes: This is the story I wrote for mosca for the aiholidaybash. ( Original link.) I want to thank her for the prompt, because I love this story very, very much. Thank you to kageygirl, annundriel, and blacksquirrel for betaing, and to ladyvyola who gave me the final nudge I needed on the POV issue. Also, I could write you a (very short) essay on why I love my title for once, but I don't think that's really important right now.



Metal screeches against ceramic, chalk-on-blackboard shrill, and they all three flinch.

"Sorry," Kris says, grimacing, and sets his fork to the side at last. Katy lets out a breath of relief. He's been drawing it through his linguine for the past ten minutes without taking a bite, but she hasn't wanted to push. Not tonight. But then he wads up his napkin and tosses it onto the table next to the fork. The linen doesn't hold the creases like paper does, and as it unfolds over his plate she decides that's a good enough sign.

"Ready for dessert?" She smiles at Adam. "Kris made brownies, and we've got ice cream and strawberries to go with them."

"Um. I'm pretty full, actually." Adam glances at Kris, then down at his plate. It's half full, and Kris has been casting mournful glances at it all dinner. Not that he's eaten much of anything himself. "It was good, though!"

Kris wrinkles his nose. "A little bland, maybe?"

"That's my fault," Katy jumps in, smiling at Adam. ("Seriously, Kris. Chili? With onions? And beans?" she'd said, waiting out the protests that it's his best dish and how much everyone loves his chili, until he'd finally figured it out. Her husband is an amazing guy, but sometimes the emphasis falls more on the guy and less on the amazing.) "I saw the recipe on Food Network the other day, and it sounded so good."

"Next time I'll add more garlic." Kris's eyes flick to her, and she shrugs one shoulder in apology. It was fine, she wants to yell at him, stop fretting about it, but she knows it's not really the food that's the problem.

"It was great, really." Adam pokes Kris in the shoulder. "Come on. You know I'd tell you if it tasted like shit, right?"

That finally puts a smile on Kris's face. "Yeah, I guess you would." Then he sighs. "Sorry. I just wanted tonight to be perfect, you know?"

"It already is. Honestly, I'm just not very hungry." Adam takes a sip from his wine before staring down into the bowl of the glass, and the tension flares back up again. Katy's never seen them this awkward around each other, not even when the subject first came up. The rational part of her brain says that it's to be expected, that it will pass, but the irrational part keeps whispering that it's all her fault somehow.

Well. Whatever the truth is, she's going to make sure that the evening turns out okay. No, a lot better than okay. Fantastic.

"We can have the brownies later," she says. "Kris, would you mind taking care of the dishes? I'd like to get Adam's advice on something."

He flashes her a tight smile. "Sure. No problem."

Adam glances between the two of them, but he doesn't resist when she coaxes him from his chair with a hand on his upper arm, or when she takes his hand and leads him to the bedroom. He slows as he steps through the doorway, but a look over her shoulder confirms that he's just looking around. She keeps walking towards the vanity.

"Welcome to my boudoir," she says, stretching it out with a Southern belle drawl that gets a full smile out of Adam. His hands are immediately in motion, picking up the various bottles of lotion and nail polish and cleanser one by one, some getting a nod and a smile, some a quizzical eyebrow, one earning pursed lips. Katy leaves him to his inspection while she opens the bottom dresser drawer and pulls out the box she'd stashed there yesterday. The sound of Adam's rustling has stopped, and she knows his attention is all on her as she sets the box on the countertop.

The paperboard lid squeaks as the slight vacuum that's built up inside resists her pull. It gives way with a whoosh that flutters the tissue paper within. She presses the sheets down over the edges of the box until they stay put, then looks up at Adam, biting her lip. "Well? Too cliche?"

"Oh, hell nah." Adam strokes a finger over the satin, then rubs the lace edging between his finger and thumb. "You're going to knock his socks off."

Katy suppresses a sigh. "This is really weird, isn't it? Everything, I mean, not the--" She waves at the lingerie, words slipping out of her grasp. Getting tongue-tied is Kris's problem, not hers, but apparently everything tonight is upside down.

Adam shrugs. "Yeah, kind of. But it's the good kind of weird, right?"

"I hope so." She turns, facing him fully. "Do you still want to do this?"

"Are you kidding? Of course I do." Adam cocks his head to the side, eyes narrowing. Katy can't quite face his probing eyes right now, so she reaches for a brush. "Are you having second thoughts?"

Katy hesitates. It's not fair to lay this on Adam's shoulders, but she knows it'll be even worse if she keeps things to herself. That's been the root of all of Kris's and her really bad fights--unwilling to admit the difficult truths for fear of hurting the other person, until it all comes bubbling out in a nasty way. She strokes the brush lazily through the lower length of her hair, trying to figure out the best way to put it. She sets the brush back down and looks up--and freezes, undone by the look on Adam's face.

"Oh, Adam, no. I'm sorry." She reaches for his hand, and he lets her take it. "That's not what I was thinking about. I'm not going to stop you from being with Kris, no matter what. I promise."

Adam lets out a breath and flashes a quick smile, then settles his butt onto the counter beside her, his long legs stretched out next to her. "So what are you thinking about so hard, then? Kris?"

She shakes her head. "You."

Adam's eyebrows climb. "Me?"

"It's just... I know you've said in all those interviews that you have fun making out with women and stuff, but it's not really your thing at all, is it?"

Adam snorts. "I didn't say that just because the fans would eat it up. I do like making out with women. Women are beautiful."

"But not hot?" she prompts.

"No, not hot. It's like, surely there are guys out there who you can see are attractive, but you're not attracted to, right?"

Katy nods. "Cale, for one."

Adam laughs. "Oh, Mr. Cosmo is definitely pretty, yes. I never imagined Arkansas had such a corner on the hot guy market until Idol."

Katy rolls her eyes. "Believe me, you're not missing that much."

"I've got all I want right here in L.A." Adam nudges her knee. "So is that the problem? That I'm not into you sexually?"

Katy blushes hard, all the way down to her chest. "No," she says, but it comes out squeaky, not helping her embarrassment at all.

"Hey." Adam catches her hand and starts rubbing circles into her palm with his thumbs. It tickles a little, but mostly it feels good. "I'm into you, okay? And just because I don't get that...that hit in the gut like I do with guys, it doesn't mean that I don't think we can have fun together, you know?"

Katy shakes her head. "I don't want to make you to do anything you don't want to do."

"Oh, honey," Adam says, his voice so low it sends shivers down to her groin. "That is a whole different game, one I think we'll save for a bit further down the road."

She doesn't get it at first, but then he strokes the key chain at his waist, the one that's a cat-o-nine-tails. Laughter bursts out of her, sounding a bit high-pitched and hysterical, but it's mostly from relief. Adam laughs along with her, though not as strongly. Once she finally calms down it's like she's spent the day at the Four Seasons, she feels so much more relaxed.

"Thank you," she says, squeezing his knee. "I needed that."

"Me, too, I think."

Katy takes a deep breath and focuses on getting this conversation back to where it's supposed to be. "It's just, I know I said I wanted to be there the first time. And I honestly do think it'll be easier for Kris if I am. But I never really thought about what it'd be like for you until after we hashed everything out. So I just want you to know that if it's a problem, let me know, okay?"

Adam presses his lips together, looking way too serious all of the sudden. He lays his fingers on her cheek, thumb curling under her chin, and tips her head back just a tiny bit. Katy hates the way her heart skips, the way arousal thrills through her, but it's nothing new. It's just that fantasy is a little closer to reality this time.

"I want you there. If it was a problem, I would have said something." Adam smiles a little. "Honestly, I'm not sure what else I have to do to convince people that I'm not a big pushover."

Katy returns his smile. "I don't think it's that people think you're a pushover. It's just that people want the very best for you, because you're so full of love."

"Awww. Come here, you." Adam reaches out with curved arms, pulling her into a warm hug. She presses her face into his warm neck, breathing in the heady combination of Dior Homme, MAC, and Lambert. He drops a kiss to her forehead, then turns his cheek to hers. "So we're really doing this, huh?"

She nods, pulling back slightly. His arms are still around her, hands cradled loose over her rear. Some of her hair's stuck to his cheek, and she tugs it loose with a twirl of her index finger. "Sure looks like it."

Adam smiles. "I wish I had something pretty to wear, too. I pull off pink like you wouldn't believe."

"I've seen the pictures." Katy grins. "Don't worry, though. I know exactly how Kris wants to see you."

"Oh, I am all ears."

Katy steps back, breaking away from the circle of his arms, and plucks the bustier from the box. "First, though, you've got to help me with this. There's no way I can get all the hooks done up by myself."

Adam raises an eyebrow. "Why, Katy Allen. I'd be delighted."

"Good," she says, and reaches for the hem of her blouse.

*****

He's got the TV remote in his hand, and he doesn't even remember picking it up. Kris sets it back down on the coffee table without turning it on. The last thing he needs right now is the blare and glare of the boob tube reminding him of everything out there, of everything they're supposed to be. But it's too quiet in here, and he's got nothing else to do. The bedroom door's closed, which is a clear signal from Katy to keep out until she says he can come in.

Which really sucks, because he left his guitar in there earlier.

There's always the keyboard in the music room, or he could mess around on the electric for a bit. Except he doesn't want to get too wrapped up in anything. He goes for his iPod instead, stroking his thumb across the front, letting it stop randomly. Nothing sounds right in his head, though, and he keeps looking. They all three like Kings of Leon, but they're maybe a little too...moody for the moment. Most of the current stuff on his playlist is. Queen's too up tempo (and theatrical, not that he'd ever say that where Adam could hear); MJ too loaded. Their own stuff is definitely out, because yeah, not that egotistical. The Beatles are never not good, but he can imagine Adam's smirk at the choice (predictable isn't always a bad thing, damn it) and that's not how he wants to start this.

Kris tosses the iPod onto the couch. This is stupid. He's wandering around his own living room with dishpan hands, his attempts to make this evening some perfect romantic fantasy a failure already. Maybe he should have just gone with Barry White and enough candles to set off the smoke detector. Throw in some rose petals for old time's sake. Actually, Adam probably would go for rose petals. His and Katy's tastes tend to run in the same directions. If only Kris had thought of that earlier. But he didn't, and there's nothing he can do about it now.

He sighs and pushes his hands up his face, through his hair. Takes another deep breath and curls his toes into the thick rug beneath his feet. He has an urge to do a round of jumping jacks, like he would before a concert, but he knows, just knows that they'd catch him out in the middle, and wow, wouldn't that be fun.

A spot of prayer never goes amiss, though.

Kris doesn't try to form specific words. Just closes his eyes and sends his thoughts upward. All his hopes that he's not wrong that this is where they're being led. That this isn't a sin against his marriage. That Katy and Adam will be okay, no matter what happens. That he doesn't make a fool of himself and disappoint the two most important people in his life.

He opens his eyes--and Adam's standing in front of him. Barefoot too, now, and shirtless, the belt around his waist undone and ready to be tugged from the loops. He looks pale, and after a moment Kris realizes that it isn't the poor light. He's washed his face, only leaving the slightest smudge of liner around his eyes. He looks ready for bed, like he did back at the Idol mansion, just moments away from stripping off his jeans and climbing under the covers.

Kris finally raises his gaze to meet Adam's. "Hey," he murmurs.

"Hey." Adam's too quiet. Like he's half a breath away from turning on his heel and heading for the door, shirt and shoes be damned. Kris wants to reassure him, to step forward, drag his fingers down Adam's throat and across his collarbone, down under his arm until he can pull Adam into a hug.

He can't get himself to take that first step.

"Kris?"

Kris blinks and looks over to Katy, and then blinks again. She's wearing a soft, understanding smile and a not-much-else in pink that pushes her breasts up high and leaves a tempting V of bare skin above the matching panties. It looks like something that belongs in one of Adam's videos, except for it being, well, pink. He licks his lips, looks back to Adam and licks them again. You're so hot, he thinks, but he's not sure which one to say it to.

Katy snorts. "That was your cue to say something, Kris."

"Sorry," he manages. "I'm just-- Sorry."

"Should I-- Maybe this was a bad idea," Adam says, crossing his arms over his chest, and damn it, that is exactly what Kris didn't want to happen. He can feel Katy's eyes on him, pleading, but she isn't the reason that he finally gets his feet moving.

"Hey, no." Kris tugs on Adam's wrist, and it's like a map unfolding, Adam's arms cascading down until his hands cradle Kris's hips, Kris's arms finding their way around Adam's waist. They hold each other, and it's perfect like it always is. Only this time, Kris's cheek is pressed against Adam's bare skin. He takes a deep breath and tips his head back.

It's not their first kiss. Their first kiss was a late-night tangle of confusion that led to the discussion, that led to here. It's not their first kiss, but it might as well be, Adam's lips barely brushing against his with such sweetness that Kris immediately thinks of holding hands at the back of a school bus, stomach tight as he gathers his courage. His nerves are jangling that same way tonight, but it's different than it was back then. He's much more confident in some ways; he knows who he is now, knows his body and how sex (mostly) works in actual practice. But this is Adam, and the fact that he's a guy is the least of it.

Kris opens his mouth, wanting more, and Adam gives it to him. The kiss changes from innocent exploration to passionate need, and Kris clings to him, wanting everything right now, right here.

"Much better," Katy says, sounding breathy. Adam pulls back, and Kris can see the smirk cross his lips when Kris sways before catching his balance again. "Ready for bed, or do we need to hang out here for a bit longer?"

"I'm good," Kris says. "You?"

Adam chuckles. "Oh, I am very, very good. I guarantee it."

The giggles strike. Kris presses his face into Adam's chest again while he rides them out.

"Come on." Katy tugs at his wrist, and Kris lets her pull him away from Adam. She's got her other hand wrapped around Adam's forearm, leading them both towards the bedroom in her little pink outfit, cheeks flushed and eyes bright as she smiles over her shoulder at them.

She lets go at the threshold. Adam brushes a strand of hair away from her face. She winks at him, and then he steps away, entering their bedroom before either of them. It almost looks like a prearranged signal, and Kris can't help but feel a little bit lost, a little off script. But then she turns to him and hugs him tight, and yeah, he's got this.

"I love you." He presses his lips to her temple. "You know that, right?"

She tips her head back so he can see her smile. "You think I'd be doing this if I didn't?"

Kris snorts. "Yeah, well, don't forget it." He runs his hand up the satin covering her waist, skimming over her ribcage until he can thumb her nipple through the fabric. Her eyes go dark, dilating even further in the dim light, and her lips part, waiting for his kiss. "This is new," he says, hooking the tip of his finger into the top edge.

"Yeah. Something special for a special occasion."

"I like it. A lot." He cups her bottom, drawing her in even closer.

"Adam does too. He helped me get into it."

Kris's dick jumps in his pants. Adam saw Katy naked. Adam saw his wife naked. It doesn't make sense, not really, especially since he knows that Adam's appreciation for her would be mostly aesthetic. But for some reason it's the hottest thing that's happened tonight--and he was washing the dishes at the time.

"Come on," Katy says, taking that final step backwards into the room. "Adam's waiting."

*****

The Allen's bedroom isn't nearly as...nice as Adam imagined it. No cross-stitched samplers or framed patchwork quilts, no rows of Precious Moments figurines below a thousand and one family pictures. There is a dust ruffle on the bed, but it's a plain forest green, and the simple metal cross on the wall seems to fit with the clean lines of the bookcase and dresser. It's got a modern sensibility, just like the rest of the apartment.

Adam glances over his shoulder, but Kris and Katy are still wrapped up in each other. He turns away, biting his thumbnail as he gives into the urge to explore that had gripped him so hard when Katy first dragged him in here. There's a photograph on one of the bedside tables that's calling out to him.

It's a framed 8x10, black and white, of Katy, he's pretty sure, though her head is dipped so that her hair hangs low, obscuring her face. She's barefoot, in jeans--and almost wearing a plaid shirt. It hangs low from her elbows, off her shoulders and baring her torso, though she's covering her breasts with her hands. It's a beautiful shot, intimate and erotic without being overly sexual, and Adam's dying to know who took it. As far as he knows, Kris doesn't have any interest in photography, especially the artistic kind like this is.

"It's from my junior year of college," Katy says quietly from across the room. A warm hand settles on Adam's lower back, fingertips rough with calluses. Adam turns into Kris's touch, but he looks to where Katy has curled up in the deep easy chair under the window. "For part of my roommate's final portfolio."

"It's beautiful." Adam shakes his head. "You're beautiful."

"Thanks." Katy shrugs one shoulder, eyes dropping as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "If you want, I'll show you the others sometime."

"The others?"

"The ones she doesn't want our parents to see," Kris answers matter-of-factly.

"Reaaaally," he drawls, even more impressed.

Katy smirks through her blush. "Really."

Adam grins hugely. He is so going to see those pictures later. "And here I thought I was the bad influence on you two."

"Uh-huh," Kris says in that ultra-dry tone of his. "You're totally corrupting the American Idol."

"Except I still don't see a lot of corruptin' going on." Katy draws her knees up to her chest, arms hugged around them. It's a very attentive pose. "He's not going to run away if you touch him, Adam. I promise."

Adam looks to Kris, who shrugs, one hand still tucked into his pocket. He's the picture of pure, innocent naivete waiting to be debauched. Except Adam knows that neither naive nor innocent apply to Kris, though pure does, in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with sex and everything to do with being an amazing human being.

Adam swallows. This is so much more than a cheap fantasy come to life.

"Kris," Katy says, voice pitched far lower than Adam is used to hearing. "Maybe you should get undressed, too?"

Kris doesn't answer his wife, or even look towards her. He just holds Adam's gaze and starts working on the buttons of his shirt. He shrugs out of the black cotton and lets it drop to the floor, and then he just stands there for a moment. Letting Adam look. Though he's seen this much before, he doesn't think he'll ever get enough of Kris's beauty: the impressive swell of his pecs, the defined curves of his arms, the almost feminine tuck of his waist.

Kris unbuckles his belt. The jeans open with one quick, practiced motion, and then Kris is shoving them down his thighs with a fair amount of force. The price of wearing clothes that fit, Adam knows. But then Kris straightens and all amusement fades out of Adam's thoughts, because Kris didn't bother with briefs tonight. His cock is half-hard, swollen heavy between his legs. Adam licks his lips, and his finger twitches with the urge to reach out and take Kris in hand. Or drop to his knees and go to town. But he wants to do this right--slow and hella good. They've been building up to this forever, after all, and he wants it to take more than thirty seconds.

Kris might not agree, though, because he leans up for a kiss at the same time as he starts opening Adam's jeans. Adam's totally unprepared for Kris's hand hot against his belly, for it slipping under the waistband of his briefs to circle his cock.

"God, Kris," he groans. Fuck slow. He cups Kris's ass with both hands--that ass, O-M-F-G that ass--and pulls him in tight, never mind Kris's hand trapped motionless against his cock, and does his best to kiss the hell out of him. He wants to fucking devour Kris, leave him as shuddering and spent as Adam knows he himself is going to be.

"I want to see."

Adam breaks away from Kris with a heaving breath. Kris is panting heavily, too, which just makes him want to dive back in again. But a respite is good. Both Katy and Kris had been pretty clear about how they wanted tonight to go, even though neither one had come right out and said that Kris wanted to get fucked. He's got no problem with that scenario, no problem at all, but it means going back to slow.

"Kris," Katy says, her voice stronger than before. "Show me what you're doing to him."

Kris looks up at him, eyebrow cocked like he's asking permission. Adam nods. Kris pulls his hand free, and together they work to get him the rest of the way undressed. Adam looks over to Katy, but it takes her a moment to lift her gaze. He winks at her, and gets another one of those pretty blushes in return.

"Nothing less that I expected," she says with a naughty smile. Adam likes that about her, that she's not trying to hide her interest, or pretend that they're doing anything but what they are.

"Um. A little bit more, actually," Kris says, pulling Adam's attention back to him. He's got a pensive look on his face as he stares down, but before Adam can say anything, Kris puffs out his cheeks, blows out the breath, and drops to his knees.

"Fuck, Kris!" He flails outward, scrabbling to find something, anything to grip that isn't Kris's head, but they're standing in the middle of nowhereland. Kris pushes on his hip, and Adam manages to stumble in the direction he's being pushed until his ass is on the bed. Kris slides up slowly, dragging those daydream lips over the head of Adam's cock, and then sits back on his heels. The look on his face is more smugly pleased than it was after he sang Heartless the first time.

"Katy can't see," he says, giving him a barely there shove on the chest and then crawling onto the bed with him. Adam squirms around until he's more or less going the right way; his head is towards the headboard, anyway, his feet brushing the carefully rolled-down blankets and sheet. Kris follows, slowly lowering himself with a reverse push-up move that has Adam surging up before Kris gets all the way down. He could kiss Kris forever, he thinks. Just lose himself in the way Kris puts everything into his kisses, even more love and want and need than shows on his face at times. Kissing Kris is like being inside one of his songs, which is a thought that probably wouldn't make a lot of sense if he said it out loud, maybe, but it feels right to his heart.

They aren't just kissing, though. They're moving together, hips rolling in a natural rhythm as their cocks rub together. He wouldn't mind letting it play out like this. Or maybe Kris could fuck him. He's made no secret in the press, among friends, that it's not his usual, so he's not even sure if Kris knows that option is on the table. It'd be hot, though, Kris showing off what he could do with those muscles of his.

But then Kris slows, his lips drifting down to Adam's ear. "Want you," he whispers, like it's a secret between them, and there's no way Adam's resisting that invitation.

*****

Something changes in Adam's eyes after Kris says it. Not a bad something. It's like part of who he is on stage wakes up and joins them in bed in that moment. Something in Kris responds to it, the thrill-seeker part of him who loves the moment just before the first drop on a roller coaster and thinks that going skydiving would be more fun than terrifying.

That something seems to be directly wired to his dick.

"Off," Adam tells him, smacking him lightly on the butt. Kris flops to the side, spreading his arms and legs with a wide grin.

"Like this?" he says.

"What do you think, Katy?" Adam shifts to kneel between his legs, gaze and hand slowly traveling over his chest and belly. Kris shivers, wanting it lower, but it's obvious that Adam knows exactly what he's doing. Adam always knows what he's doing, even when he's completely making it up on the fly. "Is this good?"

"It's a good place to start."

Kris can't quite place the tone of her voice. He turns his head, and she's smiling at him. It's her eyes that matter, though, bright and excited and turned on. She likes seeing him like this, seeing them like this; she's not just saying it to make him happy. A lump grows in his throat, tight enough that he almost sits up to make it easier to breathe, but then Adam kisses his belly, right above his cock. Screw breathing. It's totally overrated.

Especially when Adam is licking his cock.

Kris squirms. This is...is amazing, and he tries to tell Adam that but all that comes out is a loud, gasping swallow. He never thought they'd get here. Yeah, Adam had never backed away from the crush talk, except when he thought it was embarrassing Kris, but Kris hadn't believed it. Not when Adam could have anyone he wanted. But Katy--

He thanks God for Katy, and it's not just an expression.

Then Adam stops licking and takes him fully into his mouth. "Oh, gosh," escapes before he can stop it, and Adam laughs--fucking laughs--around his cock. Kris wants to smack him but he's too busy trying to not lose his mind.

"You are too cute," Adam says, kissing the head of his cock. Kris reaches for Adam's hair, just because he wants to touch, and gets his own knee pressed into his hand instead.

"Hang on," Adam says, grinning up at him. "It's gonna be wild."

"Wild," Kris repeats, not sure if it's a question or encouragement as he accepts his other knee. When Adam spreads his cheeks and starts licking Kris almost kicks him in the head. Not on purpose. It's just that he's not sure how to work his body anymore. It goes on for a while. At some point there are fingers added, and Adam lazily sucking his cock again. Not enough to make him come.

Jive's going to be pissed when Kris is unable to fulfill the rest of his recording contract due to the slight problem of no longer having a brain. Good thing he won't be able to care.

"Roll over. Onto your side," Adam rasps. His voice sounds like it did two months into the Idol tour. "Pull your knee up."

Adam gets him positioned just so. Kris is facing Katy like this, can see her face as she watches them, the fast rise of her chest. She's got her feet flat on the cushion, knees spread wide, right hand tucked into her panties. Kris is pretty sure it's physically impossible for him to get anymore turned on than he is right now, not without actually coming. He hears the sound of foil tearing behind him, and then Adam is snugged up close against his back.

"Deep breath, in and out," Adam whispers, and then he's pressing in.

It hurts a little, but not nearly as much as he'd thought it would. It doesn't feel as good as he thought it would, either, his body fighting back a bit, tightening down in weird ways. Adam doesn't move once he's in, just holds himself at Kris's back, breath harsh as he leans down to nuzzle at the sensitive spot behind Kris's ear. Kris lets out a breath, and that's when he realizes that his body has let go.

"That's it, baby." Adam moves, slowly out and back in, and Kris actually chokes, saliva caught in his throat as he breathes, shocked by how good it feels.

"Adam," he manages. He finds Adam's outstretched hand with his, somehow gets their fingers twined together as Adam picks up the pace. Still slow, though, almost tortuously so, building the tension so much but never enough to push him over.

"You like this?" Adam asks some minutes later.

Kris opens his eyes, tries to lick moisture into his mouth so he can say something, but Katy's the one who answers.

"I always like watching you two perform," she says. "But it's so much better when you lose yourself in what you're doing and forget about the audience."

Adam's still for a long moment. Then he coaxes Kris up onto his knees. "Oh, God," Kris gasps out, because the now the angle is different. Deeper. Adam's moving faster now, too, and Kris can move back into his thrusts. They're grunting now, both of them. It's probably not pretty at all. Kris doesn't care, not when Adam drops his face to the center of his back and fucking whimpers. Then he reaches around to stroke Kris's dick, and Kris is coming so fast and hard he almost can't feel it, it's that good. Adam's shuddering against him, and Kris thinks he's coming too but it's too much input to sort out.

They collapse down on the bed together. Everything's still electric. Sparking. Kris just tries to catch his breath, not even bothering to get a hand under his head. Adam pulls out, which is kind of weird, and starts to move away. Kris grabs at his wrist.

"The condom," Adam murmurs.

Oh, right, Kris thinks, and lets him go. He finally gets up enough energy to move his head right when Katy settles in beside him. "Hey," he says.

"Hey." She brushes her hand through the hair at his temple. Which is sweaty and probably gross, but she doesn't seem to care. "How are you?"

Kris shakes his head, only managing a breathy chuckle. He doesn't really know what to say; 'good' really doesn't cover it. Trust Adam to live up to his reputation.

Katy laughs softly. "I'm glad." She bends down and kisses him, more or less on the lips.

"Give me a minute," he says, dragging his hand up so he can play with the strip of satin over her hip. "Your turn next."

"Don't worry about it." She rubs her thumb across his lips. He can smell her on her hand, strong but fading. He raises his head enough to take her index finger in his mouth. Her breath catches as he sucks it clean, but then she stands up, pulling away from him. "I'm fine, really. Go to sleep, Kris."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," she says, and there's that huff in her voice that tells him he'd better let the subject drop. "I'm going to get ready for bed. Go to sleep."

"'K. I love you."

"Love you, too." She kisses him again, then leans past him as the bed shifts behind him. Adam, returning. "Night, Adam."

"Night, sweetie." Adam shifts closer, spooning in behind him. The lights go off--Katy, of course--and Kris sighs, a few seconds away from sleep.

"I love you," Kris whispers.

"I love you, too." It's nothing they haven't said to each other before, but never like this. It's different with sex between them. Kris grins into his pillow, and falls asleep.

*****

Katy pushes the door closed--not all the way, but close--and leans against the wall. She takes a deep breath, lets it out, and waits. Waits for the feelings to come, whatever they might be. There's something there, she can feel it, but it's tangled up in what she knows she's supposed to be feeling, what she wants to be feeling, and a tight knot of fear that she won't be able to handle whatever it is.

After a minute, maybe two, she takes another deep breath and straightens. It's not anger, whatever it is. She wants to think it's not jealousy, but she thinks that she's not being honest with herself. It's weird, though. Whenever she thinks of Kris out there, slowly being driven out of his mind by Adam, she just feels giddy. Turned on. He was so hot like that, just completely giving himself over to what he wanted. And Adam was amazing, too. The long lines of him, so different than Kris, but just as hot. The way he touched Kris--

Oh. Of course.

Katy rolls her eyes, caught between exasperation and amusement. She already knew that about herself, duh. And there's nothing to be done about it, other than accept it for what it is. She feels like laughing, she's so relieved. Instead she washes her face and brushes her teeth, and then sets about trying to figure out how to get out of the damn lingerie by herself.

She's got her arms behind her back, face contorted with ugly effort when the door opens. It's Adam. Of course it is. She freezes in place--and that's when Adam screws up his nose and lips into a perfect stank face, just like Kris would have done if he'd caught her doing that.

Katy laughs and drops her arms. "Hey," she says softly. "Did you need something?"

"To help you get out of this thing," he says, already starting on the hooks. Katy lets out a deep breath, both for the fact that she's not going to be stuck in it all night and, well, because she can finally take a full breath. "You should have said something before you came in here."

"I thought I could get it, I really did."

Adam snorts. "First rule of costuming. What you can't get into by yourself, you can't get out of by yourself. Not if you want to wear it again."

"Plus you two looked really adorable together, and I didn't want to disturb you guys."

Adam shrugs. "It always takes me forever to fall asleep, even after great sex."

She smiles. "It was great, huh?"

"You should know, lady." He curls his hands around her shoulders, leaning forward as he meets her eyes in the mirror. "But not so great for you, huh?"

"What are you talking about? You guys were completely hot together."

Adam smirks. "Yeah. But what about you, hmm? Don't tell me that one round is good enough for you. Unless I interrupted something?"

Katy sighs. So maybe she was going to pull out her vibrator, but there are some things that Adam doesn't need to know. "I said I was fine."

"Mmm-hmm." Adam's eyebrows are doing that evil all-knowing thing. "Don't you know it's not nice to lie to your husband?"

Katy flushes. "It's not a lie."

Adam slides the bench out from underneath the vanity and situates it so he can sit with his back pressed against the stretch of wall beside the door. He drops one knee off the edge, foot back, and pats the other thigh. "Come here," he says, and it's obvious what he intends. The idea makes her hotter than ever, her panties uncomfortably wet with it, but she shakes her head.

"I don't want--" She swallows and tries again. "I don't want to be a duty."

"Hey." Adam shakes his head. "That's not why I offered. Remember what I said before?"

"I know, but." She crosses her arms over her breasts, frustrated in more than one way. She doesn't know how to explain it to him so that he'll get it, this tangle of want and guilt and embarrassment, not without making him feel bad. It's not his fault, it's not her fault. It just is.

Adam scratches at his index finger, right where she's used to seeing a ring. He'd taken all of his jewelry off earlier, along with his makeup. He's completely naked in front of her, and that missing ring seems to be the thing that he notices.

"Okay," he says after a minute, brow wrinkled as he looks up at her. "The whole world knows that I'm into glitter and costumes and everything being shiny and sparkly and all that shit, right?"

Katy nods. Then she screws up her nose, hiding her smile. "Well, maybe not the whole world."

Adam snorts. "Give me another six months, k? I'm just getting started with this shindig."

Katy giggles. "I'm sure you are."

"An-y-way." He narrows his eyes at her. "Do you know why I like all that stuff?"

She shakes her head.

"It's not that deep. It's pretty, I like it." Adam shrugs. "But then sometimes I think that that's the deepest thing of all. It's about joy and beauty and bringing out the shininess in places where it's not always easy to see. That's what I love. Making the world happier, one sparkle at a time."

Katy smiles. "I like that."

"But you don't get it, do you? Women are like that naturally. They're like, sparkle and glow all the time, if they don't get it all worn off of them by life. I love that." Adam shakes his head, then cups his soft penis in his left hand. "Yeah, maybe not down here. But intellectually, it's hot as hell."

Katy presses her fingers to the lump in her throat. "So you're saying...it's not disgusting to you."

Adam shakes his head. "No, never. Definitely not when it's you."

She nods jerkily.

He holds a hand out to her. "Let me help you sparkle, sweetie."

Katy wants to laugh at his playfulness. At least offer him a smile. She does manage to take his hand and walk forward the two steps it takes to get to the bench. The hardest part is pushing her panties over her hips, but she does it. Then he's practically lifting her into place, guiding her to straddle his thigh.

"You might have to give me a little guidance," he says dryly. "They say it's just like the prostate, but I haven't exactly done a lot of comparison shopping."

"I'm sure we'll figure it out," she says, already breathing hard as he slides his fingers over her throat and between her breasts. Impulsively, she leans forward and kisses him. Adam returns it easily. It's nice. Not toe-curling, like it is with Kris, but she likes it. Maybe that's what it's like for him.

Then he slides two fingers into her and she doesn't give a crap about nice kissing anymore. It's a little awkward at first, but then he gets a good rhythm going. She can rock into him nicely in this position, and he follows her lead well. She rubs her clit a little, just to keep the edge up. But then Adam curls his fingers and oh, sweet Jesus, she's gone. It shakes her all the way through her body, so hard that one knee slips off the edge of the bench and she slides down farther on his fingers. Adam keeps her from falling without ever letting up. She rides the wave through another orgasm, one that's almost too much.

"Okay, okay," she tells him, grabbing onto his wrist as she gets her feet under, pushing up and away. "That's good, really."

"Are you sure?" Adam shakes his hand out. "You can keep going, right?"

Katy smiles at him. "There's a big difference between can and want to. I feel perfect right now, honest."

"If you say so," he says, giving her the once over. Whatever he sees must convince him, because he gets up and washes his hands. Katy watches, but it's not like he's trying to scrub her off of him. It's more like it's the next step in having sex, just like it was for him to come in here and clean up after being with Kris. He dries his hands, then pulls her into a hug. She feels good. Sexy, even, and she realizes that has nothing to do with Adam or Kris. It's just something that's part of her. The weirdest feeling she has right now is the same thing that's always weird when she hugs Adam--he's so damn tall compared to Kris.

Speaking of.

"Come on," she says. "Kris gets cold this time of night."

"Don't have to tell me twice." Adam winks at her and opens the door. Katy catches his arm before he steps through.

"Oh, and a little advice? Don't oversleep. He wakes up horny."

END

fic: ai: kris/adam, fic: ai: katy/kris/adam

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