"What the hell do you mean, you're bored? You should be
exhausted!" Mulder rolled over onto his back, grunting, his body
pleasantly drained from the last few hour's activities.
"Come on, Fox, you're too young to act so old."
"Listen, just because I'd like to take a nap for an hour, doesn't mean
that I'm ready for a nursing home. I've just come home after a
grueling, week long case, then let you ravage me..."
"Ravage?"
"...for over two hours. I think I'm entitled to a little rest without
you accusing me of getting old."
Alex sat up and pouted down at his lover. "Fine, take your stupid
nap."
"Alex..."
The sulk deepened. "What?"
"Come on, cut it out."
"Cut what out?"
Mulder released a long sigh. "You know I hate it when you do
that."
"I'm not doing anything."
"Oh, for the love of...okay. I give up. What do you want to do?"
"It's okay, go to sleep."
"Alex, tell me or I'll kill you."
Alex brightened, unfazed by the idle threat. "Okay...you sure?"
"I'm sure, dammit."
"Let's play a game."
"A game."
"Yeah."
"This game doesn't involve latex and peanut butter, does it?"
"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"
"I don't think so, no."
"You know what game I used to love to play as a kid?"
"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me."
"Simon Says."
Mulder regarded the younger man with a vaguely amused
expression.
"Really. I was so good at it. I used to beat everybody."
"Congratulations."
"Let's play."
"What?"
"Have you been listening to me at all?"
"Yeah...you mean you actually want to play Simon Says?"
"Yeah."
"God..."
"You be Simon."
"How is it I let you talk me into this shit?"
"You love me."
"Yeah, I'm still trying to figure out how that happened..."
Alex ignored him. "Come on, come on, start."
"Jesus. Okay. Simon says....shut the hell up and let me get some
sleep."
"Nice try."
Heavy sigh. "Simon says....stand up."
Alex rose to his feet beside the bed.
"Simon says...go get me a glass of orange juice."
And he was off, grinning from the bedroom to the kitchen, and
back again. He handed the glass to Mulder and waited until he'd
drained it.
"Simon says, sit down."
He took a seat at the edge of the bed.
"Simon says, raise your right hand...Simon says, raise your left
hand...Simon says, put your right hand down...put your left hand
down."
Alex didn't move.
"Simon says put your left hand down."
Down it went.
"Put it back up."
Nothing.
Mulder paused for a second, thoughtfully chewing his lower lip,
then he smirked at Alex.
"Simon says, lie down beside me."
Alex's eyes narrowed on his lover, but he did as he was told.
Mulder propped himself up on his elbow, resting his head in his
palm. "You still want to play?"
No response.
He suppressed another smirk. "Simon says, answer the question."
"Yes."
"Okay then, let's play. Simon says, don't you move."
Alex willed himself to be still, as Mulder lightly traced the swell of
his mouth with the tips of two fingers, knowing that he was
sensitive to that particular touch, and it would drive him crazy not
to be able to lick his lips when Mulder took his fingers away.
He continued for a few seconds, then moved on, slowly skimming
Alex's chin, throat and collarbone. He moved back to the base of
his lover's throat, then down his chest, lingering over one nipple,
teasing it to hardness. He smiled at the tiny whimper that escaped
past Alex's lips. Mulder leaned in close to his ear and whispered,
"Simon says, no noise."
Alex bit back a groan as Mulder's tongue swept the outside edge of
his ear, then gently probed the interior.
Oh, this is bad. This is very bad. Whose stupid idea was it to play
this game, anyway?
It was your stupid idea. Next time, you'll keep your mouth shut
and let him go to sleep...
Mulder bit down on the soft, fleshy lobe, pulling not so gently, then
moving to Alex's shoulder. He nipped all along the curve, then went
back and soothed the tiny wounds with his tongue, before licking
his way down to the nipple he hadn't yet touched.
Alex's jaw clenched painfully as his lover's skillful tongue tormented
the small, brown peak. He wanted desperately to end this game, but
he knew with all certainty that Mulder would gloat over his victory
for months to come, and he just couldn't take that. He couldn't go
down without a damn good fight. He resolved to hang on a while
longer, hoping that Mulder would be decent enough to take pity on
him.
Not a chance in hell.
Alex's eyes glistened with frustration as Mulder began to pinch and
tug on the other nipple while he continued to suck on the one in his
mouth.
After long minutes of torture, Mulder raised his head and smiled
sweetly at Alex. "You were right. This is a fun game. Thanks for
making me play it with you."
He moved down his lover's trembling body, enjoying the faint, salty
taste of long-dried perspiration. Completely ignoring Alex's
straining erection, Mulder wandered down to his thigh, nipping at
the tense muscles, then sucking the tender flesh into his mouth.
Alex squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. Pain mingled with
excitement, and it made his cock throb.
How much longer, Jesus Christ, how much longer? Can't take this
one second...
He bit the inside of his lip and clenched his hands in the sheet, as
Mulder unceremoniously sucked his cock into the welcoming heat
of his mouth. But almost as quickly, he pulled away.
"Simon says, don't you dare come."
Mulder dove back down, sucking and licking with noisy abandon. A
cold sweat broke out all over Alex's body, as he fought to keep it
together. Just as he was about to implode, his lover's mouth slid up
and off of him. Mulder crawled back up to meet his glazed eyes.
"Fuck me."
The sound that broke from Alex's throat could not by any standards
be classified as human. In one swift move, he rolled over, throwing
Mulder onto his back, and forcing his legs up and around his waist.
He used the fluid that was beading at the tip of his cock to ease his
entry, and then he was surging forward, thrusting into his lover
again and again, without pause.
Mulder clung to Alex, pulling him down to feed on his mouth,
whimpering into the moist warmth.
The taste of himself in his lover's mouth drove Alex insane. He
gripped Mulder's hip with one hand, and his engorged cock with the
other. He pumped the shaft relentlessly, as he continued to slam
into his ass.
Both men shook violently as their respective orgasms approached.
"Alex....I'm....fuck! God, baby..."
Alex could manage no words at all. The only sound that escaped
him was an eardrum splitting roar. It was soon followed by his
lover's own frantic cries, and then it was over. Alex fell onto
Mulder, completely drained.
As he lay there struggling to drag some air back into his lungs, Alex
felt Mulder begin to shake. He lifted his head as far as he had the
strength to and looked into exhausted but highly amused eyes.
"What's so funny?" he mumbled.
"You lost."
"What?"
"You lost. I didn't say, Simon says, fuck me. Guess you're not
as good as you thought."
"I'm not even trying to argue with you. You're right. I lost.
You're the king."
"And don't you forget it. Guess you'll think twice now before
asking me to play any games with you, huh?"
"No, I'll just pick my games more carefully." Alex gave him a
wicked grin. "There's this one that I read about...you might like it.
It involves shackles, candle wax and a bathtub filled with grape
jelly...."
Simon Says
by Aries
"I'm bored."
