Threesome

Note: Inspired by Mr. C. and his writer’s guild. Thank you, gentlemen.

      Mr. Cavanaugh made his way to Chris Pratt’s trailer. Still in the guise of the hot young actor KJ Apa, it was a breeze for him to get on any shoot he desired. Normally he would hang around to watch the proceedings but today he was on a mission and couldn’t waste any time. After finding Chris’ trailer he knocked on the door, waiting for the actor to open up.

     The door finally opened, Chris looking ruggedly handsome in his Starlord costume as he greeted KJ.

     “KJ? What are you doing here? Want to come in?” KJ started up the steps but stumbled, albeit on purpose, as he reached the top. Concerned, Chris rushed out to help the lad to his feet. “You alright?”

     “Fine. How are you feeling, Chris?” That was a strange question, Chris thought, but then he noticed something odd happening to him. His bare arms were turning silvery, like chrome, and getting thinner and hollow.

     “What the…?” but before he could complete his sentence he found himself falling to the ground, his hands and feet transforming into shiny chrome forks supporting tires. The costume he had been wearing disappeared, leaving only his ass covered in black leather. In a matter of seconds where one of the hottest actors had been standing now sat a metallic midnight blue Harley just begging to be ridden.

      Abandoning the bike for the time being, KJ went to find the next part of the triad he required. Chris Evans was already on set in his Cap costume shooting an intense action scene when KJ wandered over.

      “Hey Chris!” KJ shouted once the director had called “Cut!”. Chris strolled over, hand extended in greeting.

      “Hey man. Good to see you again. What brings you to the set?” Chris was his usual charming self and KJ had all he could do to contain himself looking at that tight Captain America gear that showed Chris’ body off to perfection.

      “Oh…. Just thought I’d see what was happening in the Marvel universe. Been looking for Pratt. Have you seen him?”

      “Probably in his trailer making himself pretty for his scene. Want to go check in on him?” Chris started to walk just where KJ wanted him to go. Wasn’t long before they were outside by the transformed Pratt. “Cool bike. Wonder when Pratt picked that up. Haven’t seen him riding that one around before.” Chris started to squirm. “Man, this gear is getting warm all of a sudden.”

      “You okay, Chris? You look a little funny.” Indeed, as KJ watched, Chris’ skin had started to darken as his powerful body began to flatten out. A zipper appeared down the middle of his chest as his arms became jacket sleeves.

      “What the fuck, man… Make it stop.” But it was too late to turn back now. Chris’ head disappeared as his legs faded, the newly formed jacket falling to the ground in a heap surrounded by the Cap costume.

One more to go….

      I was sitting at home watching the news when suddenly I found myself outside standing in very unfamiliar territory. Perplexed, I found myself beside a motorcycle with a leather jacket sitting on the seat.  I turned to find KJ Apa standing there with a strange smile on his face. Being somewhat star struck seeing KJ, I began to stutter. “Are those yours?” as I pointed to the bike.

      “No, they’re yours, Chris.” He gave me that enigmatic smile again.

     “Mine? And my name isn’t Chris.” I was really confused and all I wanted to do was run out of there, wherever “there” happened to be. I tried my best to move my legs, but they wouldn’t budge. “What….?” Was all I managed to say before my voice just stopped. I found I couldn’t move one iota from where I was or say a single word. All I could do was watch as someone else approached. Someone very large and imposing. Someone dressed in Thor getup and very sweaty.

     “Greetings, mate.” Chris said as he grabbed KJ in a big bear hug. I was ecstatic seeing Hemsworth live and in person, but damn… I couldn’t say a word, not even to greet him. “Nice bike, KJ.” The two talked for a while, completely ignoring my presence as if I wasn’t even there. Chris even looked directly at me a few times, but it was like he was seeing right through me. Finally, Chris started to leave. “Got to go. Another scene to do with Pratt and Evans. Have you seen them around?”

     “Oh, I’m sure there around here somewhere. Want to try the bike out? I know you’re a big fan of riding.”

     “Can’t right now. Got to get back.”

     “Just sit on it, Chris. Just see what it feels like. And you might as well try the jacket on, too.” KJ was being very authoritative, odd for the easy going Kiwi. Surprisingly Chris obeyed.

     “Maybe for just a minute.” As he took off the upper part of his Thor rig to put the jacket on and then swing his massive legs over the seat. “Strange. I could swear I hear Pratt’s voice moaning. Evans’, too.” He fondled the grips on the bars, causing my heart to race just at the sight of the big guy. That bike and jacket were just made for him.

     Chris continued to explore the bike, unaware of anything else. I was beginning to suspect there was more to KJ than met the eye, but I didn’t have much time to ponder for I inexplicably found myself moving involuntarily towards CH. Surely, he must see me but if he did there was no sign to show it. As I inched ever closer I found myself being contorted until I was finally in a sitting position… like I was sitting on a motorcycle. Against all logic I found myself sitting on Chris’ lap, sinking into his massive body.

     I never had experienced such a feeling before. I was expanding. Everything about me was being forced into Chris bit by bit until finally I had to be feeling all the sensations he was. Yet that wasn’t even the strangest part. For as soon as I had settled into what apparently was now my new home, our two minds merged. I was me, but I was also Chris Hemsworth, major Hollywood hunk.

    “I told you that was your bike, Chris.” I heard KJ speak.

    “How did…?” I couldn’t finish, my voice sounding so foreign to my ears now yet so familiar at the same time. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, surprise all over my handsome new features. It had to be a dream. Things like this don’t just happen in real life. I cleared my throat and started to speak again… only to hear my new Aussie accent once more. This was fucking real! And so cool! I really was Chris Hemsworth!

     “Why don’t you take Pratt and Evans for a spin? I’m sure all of you would love that.” KJ urged. “Don’t worry about the film shoot. The director has decided to call it a day, with a little help of course.”

     “Pratt and Evans? Where?”

     “You’re sitting on Pratt and wearing Evans. Can’t you tell?” Sure enough as soon as he said that I could hear the two other Chris’ voices in my head, begging to be used. So… I obliged.

     Evans was so tightly wrapped around my body that I almost couldn’t breathe. His moaning grew louder every time I moved, and he especially liked it when I flexed my guns or bounced my pecs. I never knew he was into such things but apparently I really could turn him on. Who ever knew wearing a jacket could be so damn stimulating?

     And Pratt?? He went absolutely nuts when I kicked his engine to life. His loud roar said it all and his leather seat beneath me was getting quite warm. This was going to be one fun ride. I think I’m going to have a hard time containing myself with these two jokesters teasing me. But, hey, when your Chris Hemsworth, who’s complaining??...

KJ smiled as he watched his latest satisfied customers speed off down the road. But he had a problem. He needed to find replacements for Evans and Pratt on tomorrow’s shoot. Would anyone like to volunteer?