Caught Up (Audio Script)

Stories

I’ve always loved running at night.

There’s something freeing about being downtown when it’s empty.

The light from empty skyscrapers and streetlights feels like it’s all for me.

I wouldn’t mind running during the day, but there’s just never any time.

It’d certainly make you happy—you don’t like me being out so late.

Then again, you do benefit from my late-night runs.

Something about a really hard workout always leaves me feeling a bit… worked up.

The release of endorphins, the surge of hormones…

God, we have some of our best sex after I work out.

And tonight… well, I’m really hoping you’re still awake.

“He thought he was emailing Isabelle, but he sent it to the entire listserv!”

“Nooo, oh my god.

That’s... yikes.

That’s awful.”

It’s pretty late.

You’re usually in bed by now, but it sounds like you’ve got company.

“I just—I can’t with some of these old guard academics.

They’re too much.”

“Hello, hello.”

“Hi, love.”

“Hi.”

“Good run?”

“Yeah, it was nice.”

“Hey, Sam.”

“Hey, Hunter.

You two are working late.”

“Well, calling it work is generous.

Your wife’s got a lot going on the next couple of months, so we’re just trying to get her schedule figured out.”

You look over at me with a half-smile, like you can sense my disappointment that we aren’t alone right now,

that we can’t partake in our typical post-workout workout.

“The Academy’s course schedule just came out.

They want me to teach three classes this semester.”

“On top of the Harmonic residency?

How are you going to manage that?”

“I… will leave that for my assistant to figure out… right, Hunter?”

“Yep.

I’ll work it out somehow.”

Damn.

I’m really starting to feel those endorphins.

I’m trying not to think about you… what I would do to you if we were alone right now…

I like Hunter, but he’s always around.

I know that’s the point of having a personal assistant, but it makes times like these a little difficult.

Moments when all I want is to undress you in the middle of the living room…

or push you up against the cool tiles in our shower…

“I guess it’s getting pretty late.

Clea, if you’re tired we can pick this up tomorrow.

You’ve got a half-hour block at 9 before rehearsal.”

“Yeah, we should probably call it.

Oh, that reminds me—let me get that book for you.

The, um, the Carson biography.”

“Oh, yeah, that’d be great.”

You get up from the couch and head to our bedroom.

Your hand grasps my forearm as you pass me by and… you glance over your shoulder at me as you disappear down the hall.

Hm.

Maybe our usual post-run activity is just postponed, as opposed to canceled.

I sit down next to Hunter on the couch.

My body is still buzzing from the run.

I can feel my thighs trembling a little, and… I really need to not think about you… how bad I want you right now.

There’s a bottle of wine on the coffee table, a little less than half-empty.

Looks like you two have been doing a little more socializing than working.

I grab your empty wine glass and fill it for myself.

“Can I just say I am very impressed by how often you run?

I can hardly get to the gym once a week, much less every night.”

“Ah, it’s just habit.

No different to you and Clea practicing your instruments every day.”

“Yeah, true.

I’ve never thought about it like that.”

“Come with me sometime.

I won’t go easy on you, though.”

“Might take you up on that.”

I glance over at Hunter and study the side of his face as he puts his laptop away in a black leather bag.

As annoyed as I am that he’s still here, I actually do like the guy a lot.

He’s an intellectual… driven... an incredible musician who clearly respects you and your work.

He’s younger than us by about ten years I would guess, very good-looking.

And thanks to how often you’re together, people have mistaken him as your husband before.

I’ve teased you about it, about how good you two look together, about you maybe having a little crush on him.

And, you know, you’ve never actually denied it.

“Sorry, that took me way too long.

Too many books in this place.”

“Nice, thanks.”

“I can’t remember if that book covers his time in Austria, but either way, it should help you out a little bit with your research.”

As Hunter looks through the book, you glance over at me.

First, my eyes.

Then, my lap.

It’s like you can sense how worked up that run got me, how wound up I am…

how bad I need to release…

You sit down between us, pushing me and Hunter apart.

Your thigh pushes against mine and you inch your hand over to my knee.

Your forearm brushes over my cock.

You’re teasing me.

Putting ideas in my mind… like… would Hunter be down to join us…?

We’ve messed around with other people before.

Once or twice not long after we got married.

We’re not really picky about who we invite into our bed.

And judging by the way you’re biting your lip, and the little looks you’re giving to Hunter, you’d be more than happy to have him stick around.

“Alright, well, I should probably get going.”

“Oh, Hunter, you did so much tonight, staying late and everything.

At least stay for a proper drink.”

“You sure?”

Your eyes find mine and… there’s a silent question in them.

I give you a small nod.

“Definitely.”

“Yeah.

Stay.”

“Okay.”

For a few moments, no one says anything.

I can feel a change in the air… like a current of electricity just traveled from me, to you, to him.

I meet Hunter’s eyes and he turns his body toward both of us.

Watching… waiting.

You lean over and kiss me.

I close my eyes for just a second.

I open them again and… Hunter is looking at me.

His eyes are curious… adventurous.

He reaches over you and lays his hand on my knee.

His touch is soft… intentional.

I pull away from you… and he leans in to kiss me.

His teeth drag softly over my bottom lip.

He puts his hand on my cheek and… his tongue slips further into my mouth.

“God, that’s hot.”

“Join us.”