Unfortunately for Mulder's plan, he had left his trainers in the
middle of the floor when he'd returned from his early morning run.
Alex tripped over them, staggered, and started to fall. Fox
clutched at him, trod on one of the trainers and crashed into his
lover. Together they hit the end of the bed then slid onto the
floor. The sudden pressure on their engorged cocks as they landed
proved too much for them, and they came, hard.
They lay where they had fallen, stunned by the force their orgasms
and gasping like stranded fish from having all the air forcibly
expelled from their lungs.
Eventually Fox managed to get to his hands and knees and, having
grabbed the T-shirt he had discarded earlier along with his
trainers, wiped them both before crawling away in the direction of
the bathroom.
With a heartrending groan, Alex rolled over, forced himself up and
tottered on rubbery legs the last few feet to the bed and flopped
on to it. He lay there until he felt he could breathe without the
aid of an oxygen tent, then followed Fox into the bathroom.
Fox, who was in the shower when he went in, poked his head around
the shower curtain and made puppy-dog eyes at Alex. "Wash my
back?"
Krycek gave a 'put-upon' sigh, and stepped over the rim of the
large triangular bath, pulling the shower curtain shut behind him.
Taking the sponge from the shelf, he held it under the spray, then
reached for the soap... at the same time Mulder did. Their bodies
ricocheted off one another. Alex made a grab for the shower
support bar, Fox found himself with an armful of curtaining; which
only delayed the inevitable pull of gravity, the rings came away
from the bar and he swung around to sit gracelessly on the side of
the tub.
Hurriedly Alex flipped the lever which sent the water gushing from
the taps, so that the bathroom floor didn't get too flooded by the
absence of the curtain.
Before anything else could go wrong, Alex quickly washed Fox's
back and sent him out of the tub to dry off and dress, while he
had a quick bath, and then mopped the floor.
When Alex left the bathroom, Fox was standing my the bedroom door
staring perplexedly at a sodden patch of carpet. "What are you
staring at?"
"Alex, do we have a leak?" Fox asked, looking up at the ceiling.
Alex wandered over, cast a measuring eye between the door and the
wet patch, and shook his head. "No, that's where I drip dried when
you pulled me in there," he stated.
Fox grinned suddenly, "The that's why my clothes are wet too.
"Yup"
"'K. I'll go start lunch."
Aaargh! No! Not again! II
by Aqualegia
The kiss went on and on as they ground their hips together, and
stripped Fox of his clothes. When it finally became apparent that
their legs were not going to support them for much longer, Fox
pushed Alex backwards across the room towards the bed.
