PART 11
A few moments after Adam had excused himself from the locker room, Chris remembered why Jay and Trish were even standing there in the first place. He couldn't contain a sigh, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Adam's visit had allowed him to temporarily hold off that talk he had to have with them.
"Alright guys, we need to talk," he said, his gaze shifting back and forth between his two friends.
Trish remained silent, simply nodding before bowing her head, her eyes locating the floor. Jay, on the other hand, scoffed loudly, tossing his head in the air. It took Chris but a matter of moments to deduce that the scoff was directed not at him, but at his girlfriend.
Rolling his eyes, Chris turned to Amy as well.
"You don't mind excusing us, do you?" he asked, a pleading, yet apologetic, look in his blue eyes.
Amy lifted her gaze to his, a knowing look on her face as a soft smile curled her lips. Clapping her hands together, she rose from the couch where she was seated, stepping up to him. He was pitiful.
"Not at all, sweetie," she replied sweetly, pressing her lips to his.
It was Jay's turn to roll his eyes, the display before him making him want to lose his lunch. He allowed to continue for only another moment before not-so-subtly clearing his throat. Maybe he was a little too blunt, but he came to talk to Chris, not to watch him make kissy faces with his girlfriend.
Without removing her lips from Chris's, Amy opened her eyes, her gaze instantly finding Jay. She grinned with amusement and allowed her lips to linger for just another moment - just to get under his skin a little more.
"I'll see you later," she said with a wink, before showing herself out.
Not a moment after the door close behind her did Jay feel obliged to make a comment.
"Real cute," he snapped, narrowing his eyes at Chris. "Do you want to talk before or after I puke?"
"Grow up," Chris replied, his tone just as bitter. "Do you want me to help straighten things out or not?"
"Oh, please... stop kidding yourself, Chris. Trish and I haven't been sitting around like losers just waiting for the day you'd call us in to talk things out. If you think you can just say a few words and have everything be fine, guess again," Jay said, shaking his head vehemently.
"At least I am making an attempt to fix our problems, instead of avoiding everyone."
"You have no idea what's going on my head right now, or why I'm avoiding anyone - which I promise you is not only because of this - so shut the hell up," Jay said, his voice raising dramatically.
"Would you two stop it already?!" Trish cried suddenly, surprising both men. "I am so sick of the two of you bitching and fighting every time you're in a room together! Can't you see it's not getting you anywhere?"
She stormed over to the two men, wedging herself in between them. Chris and Jay each took a step back, a similar look of disbelief on their faces. Normally when they argued like this, Trish got quiet and upset. If anything, she now looked enraged.
A few moments of thick silence passed, and when Trish noticed that neither of them were going to speak, she did so herself.
"You're always running your mouth... don't you have anything to say?" she hollered, directing her comment and Jay's direction. Then, she whipped her head around, her eyes narrowing at Chris. "And you... Jay isn't going to listen to a damn thing you have to say unless you give him the same respect. You'd be surprised if you knew how much of what he's said is actually true."
An almost confused look came over Chris's handsome face.
"W-what are you talking about?" he asked.
A sinking feeling rose from the pit of his stomach, and for the life of him he couldn't shake it. Some of the stories Jay told had been so outrageous. They couldn't have been true... could they?
Jay glanced at Trish expectantly, hoping that she would finally make the save for him. His hopes were not fulfilled though, as the blonde woman turned away from both of them, shaking her head in dismay.
"Nothing, Chris. Just forget I said anything at all," she said, refusing to look at either of them. "This conversation is over."
Though it tore her apart inside, Trish swallowed hard, forcing herself to walk out the door. After she had left the scene, Jay was out the door in search of her.
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Meanwhile, a contented smile played on Amy's lips as she strolled down the hall. Boy, did she ever enjoy making Jay squirm. The bastard got on her last nerve, and a little retribution was sweet, to say the very least.
As she passed by several rooms, a door to the right of her swung open, and a hand reached out. Before Amy could even attempt to react, she was pulled into the room and pinned against the closed door. Her eyes were still wide, but she exhaled in relief as she realized who her captor was.
"Way to scare the shit out of me," she said with a laugh, tilting her head back.
"Sorry, but you said to be discreet about things, and this is about as discreet as one can get," Adam replied. "I've waited long enough, I want to have you now. Even if I have to do it in an..."
"Equipment closet," Amy finished for him, observing her surroundings. The Canadian man nodded, sealing off every centimeter of distance between them, letting her become acutely aware of just how badly he wanted it. She grinned widely, giggling, "Kinky."
Without another word, Adam leaned down, smashing his lips against hers in a searing kiss. As his demanding tongue delved into her mouth, Amy sighed... Chris had nowhere near the aggression that Adam possessed.
Not a moment later his hands were at her pants, fumbling with the buttons of her jeans. He had barely unzipped them when Amy yanked them down herself, pulling her panties off and kicking her sandals aside along the way.
Suddenly finding himself overdressed, Adam swiftly pulled his shirt up over his head, letting it drop to the pile of clothes at her feet. As he was doing so, Amy reached for his waist, unbuttoning and freeing him from the now painful confines of his jeans.
"Commando, huh?" she quipped, staring down at his half naked form with a grin.
He simply winked at her, lifting her up off the ground and wrapping her legs around his waist. He took a step back and then pushed towards the door, easily slipping into her. A pleasured sound escaped Amy's lips as he pressed her into the wall again and again, his thrusts becoming harder by the second. She hadn't felt so good in a long time, and the thought that the two of them could very well be caught only heightened her arousal.
"Jesus, Adam... go faster," she panted, clinging to him tightly.
Adam happily complied, increasing his tempo even more, silently thankful that the door was so heavy they're motions probably could not be heard from the other side. Somehow during all the action he managed to pull her top off, using his free hand to cup her breast, which was still covered by the lacy material of her bra.
"Adam!"
A loud gasp escaped her lips as she was suddenly hit with an intense orgasm, and her cry was lost in a passionate kiss. It wasn't long before Adam too reached his climax, her name swallowed by a growl.
He rested his head against her collarbone for a moment, catching his breath before setting her back down on her feet. He pressed his lips to hers once more, smiling with satisfaction as she looked up at him.
"Talk about your 'welcome back!'"
