He opened his eyes, took a deep breath and blew out the candles on the
small
cake his colleagues had presented to him. It had been a pleasant
surprise
when they'd brought it into the bullpen, singing "Happy Birthday."
He had
been under the impression that no one particularly cared for him one
way or
the other. Even Mulder had smiled at him as he stood to the side, away
from
all the activity.
"Okay, Krycek," someone said, "cut the damn thing." Everyone laughed
and
Krycek grinned good-naturedly, taking the knife and slicing into the
cake.
After everyone had gotten a piece, they went back to work, a few of
them
hitting Krycek on the back and wishing him happy birthday. Krycek
thanked
them again and turned to look at Mulder who still seemed to be
observing the
scene. Krycek picked up a paper plate with a small piece of cake on it
and
took it over to him.
"This was a surprise," he said, feeling as awkward as he always did
when
talking to his partner. "Would you like some cake?"
"No thanks. Listen, what are you doing tonight?"
The question was unexpected and Krycek felt himself blush slightly.
"Nothing really. I was waiting for the weekend to go out with some
friends."
"Well, let me take you out for a drink or something." Mulder was
staring at
him and Krycek began to feel uncomfortable under the scrutiny.
"Okay. That sounds great," Krycek finally said.
"Good."
The rest of the day went fairly quickly for some, more slowly for
others, but
still ended as it always did. The building was practically deserted
and
Mulder was still hunched over his desk, engrossed in a file. Krycek
never
asked him what he was doing because he knew. Somehow Mulder had gotten
hold
of a few X-Files and was reading them for pleasure. Perhaps that was
the
wrong word. He was torturing himself with what he couldn't have, but
lived
in hope that one day he would be able to get them back. Krycek
supposed he
should have told his superiors that Mulder was violating Bureau policy
by
being in possession of the files, but he saw no harm in it. Besides,
he
liked Mulder...a lot.
Krycek looked at his watch. He wasn't sure if Mulder had forgotten
about
having a drink with him. Since it didn't look like the older agent
was
making any move to leave, Krycek assumed that their plans had been
forgotten.
It's okay, he thought, at least he made the offer.
"Well, Mulder. Have a good night."
"Yeah, you too, Krycek. See you tomorrow," Mulder said absently.
Krycek's heart fell, but he smiled and walked out. He knew he
shouldn't
take Mulder's slight so personally, but it was difficult. When
he'd been
assigned to keep tabs on his partner, it had seemed like a pretty
straightforward task. He'd just never counted on falling so hard for
someone
he had no business feeling anything for, nevermind the gut-churning,
insomnia-inducing emotion he had for Mulder.
As he got into his car, Krycek couldn't get Mulder off his mind. It
was
nothing new, and he drove home disappointed that he didn't remind
Mulder
about their "date." He was sure it was for the better, anyway.
Spending an
evening with Mulder would undoubtedly succeed only in providing a bit
more
masturbation material and nothing else. Happy freaking birthday.
Sitting in front of the television and nursing a beer, Krycek was
trying to
enjoy the inane program he was watching. It's only salvation was an
actor
who looked a lot like Mulder and was currently tooling around outer
space,
shooting anything with tentacles and a plan to take over Earth.
As predicted, Krycek had come home, gotten into the shower and jerked
off
under the steaming water, thoughts of his partner flashing through his
head
as he came. Even with his recent orgasm, he began to feel the faint
stirrings of arousal as he watched Mulder's lookalike. He really
needed to
get over this schoolboy crush and force himself to concentrate on his
assignment, but knew that wouldn't be happening any time soon.
Casually
trailing his fingers over his bare chest, then down to the waistband of
his
sweats, he was about to slide his hand inside them when there was a
knock on
the door. He wasn't expecting anyone so he ignored it.
Another knock, louder this time.
"Krycek," a muffled voice said, "it's Mulder. You in there?"
He jolted upright and looked around in a panic. What the hell was
Mulder
doing here? Giving his small apartment the once-over, and taking a
deep
breath, he got up to answer the door.
"Hey, Mulder."
"Hey, yourself. Are you busy?"
"Um, no. Would you like to come in?"
"Sure." Mulder walked in and for the first time, Krycek noticed that
he
wasn't wearing work clothes and was holding a paper bag.
"What brings you to this part of town?" Krycek asked, gesturing for
Mulder to
take a seat.
"I completely forgot that I'd said I'd take you out for a drink. I
got home
and remembered. I'm sorry, man."
Krycek smiled, hoping he didn't look too happy.
"Don't sweat it. I'd forgotten about it, myself." He sat down
next to
Mulder, who was still holding the bag. "What's that?"
"Oh. It's just some beer." Mulder handed the bag to Krycek. "I
figured we
could still have a drink, if that's okay."
"Of course." Krycek opened the bag and took out a six-pack.
"Happy Birthday," Mulder said, spreading his hands and waving them.
Krycek laughed. "Thanks. I'll treasure it." He opened a bottle and
handed
one to Mulder, putting the rest on the coffee table. Picking up the
beer he
was already drinking, he raised it to Mulder.
Mulder grinned, tapped his bottle to Krycek's and took a drink. The
simple
interaction made Krycek's heart leap, and he felt both ridiculous and
thrilled.
"So," Mulder sat back, "what did you wish for?"
"I'm sorry?"
"When you blew out the candles. What did you wish for?"
Krycek's mouth suddenly went dry and he quickly sipped his beer.
"You know, normal stuff."
"Like what?" Mulder leaned toward him and lowered his voice. "What
does
Agent Alex Krycek want for his birthday?"
"What does any guy want?" Krycek asked nervously, feeling a hot surge
to his
groin as Mulder moved closer.
"To get laid." His eyes roamed over Krycek's body, stopping at the
obvious
bulge in the sweats.
Krycek shifted under Mulder's scrutiny. He couldn't believe what
was
happening and hoped he wouldn't do or say anything to fuck it up.
"So," Mulder said, placing the cold beer against Krycek's stomach,
smiling at
the gasp it elicited, "did you have anyone in mind?"
"F-for what?" Krycek closed his eyes as Mulder slid the bottle up and
over a
nipple, bringing it to attention before moving to tease the other.
Mulder scooted closer to Krycek until he was close enough to kiss him.
"Try
and stay with me here," he whispered against Krycek's ear, the bottle
now
traveling down Krycek's torso and stopping at the elastic band of his
sweatpants. "Who do you want to fuck you?"
The word came out as a sigh. "You..."
Sitting up, Mulder took the forgotten beer from Krycek's hand and
placed it
on the table along with his own. He sat back again, putting an arm
around
Krycek's shoulders. Turning Krycek's head toward him, he brushed
his lips
over the younger man's.
Krycek smiled briefly, then grabbed the back of Mulder's head,
pulling him in
for another kiss. He slid his tongue between Mulder's open lips and
savored
the taste of him, imprinting it on his memory.
Mulder stroked Krycek's face as he deepened the kiss, groaning as he
felt it
increase in intensity. Krycek was sucking hungrily at his mouth, weeks
of
unrequited lust coming to the fore in a wanton display of need and
forgotten
inhibitions.
Krycek took Mulder's hand and placed it over his throbbing erection,
crying
out as Mulder squeezed and stroked it through the thin material.
Breaking the kiss, Mulder quickly stripped Krycek of his lone piece of
clothing and grasped the pulsating cock. He lowered his head to
eagerly lap
at the pearly fluid already dripping from it.
"Oh god..." Krycek thrust his hips, wanting to be completely enveloped
in
the wet heat of Mulder's mouth.
Mulder swirled his tongue around the head before taking it into his
mouth,
sucking fervently, encouraged by the sounds emanating from Krycek's
throat.
They were a maddening combination of moans and growls, and Mulder felt
each
one as a shot straight to his own hardening dick. Grasping the base of
Krycek's cock, Mulder took it's length into his mouth until he
could feel it deep in his throat.
"Shit...that's so good...want you so much..." Krycek didn't know
what he
was saying, and didn't care. He was only aware of the heat and
sensation as
his dreams became reality. Too soon he felt the creeping pressure of
an
orgasm, and knew he was too far gone to hold back. His body shook and
he
Mulder swallowed everything Krycek gave him, pleased with himself for
doing
what he'd thought about since the first time he'd laid eyes on his
young
partner. He continued sucking on the softening flesh until Krycek
gently
pushed him away.
"I'm sorry..." Krycek said meekly.
Sitting up and placing his arms around Krycek, Mulder kissed him
softly.
"Sorry for what?"
"I didn't want to come so quickly. You just...you have no idea how
long
I've wanted this."
"Mmm," Mulder nuzzled his neck, inhaling the sweet smell of soap and
sweat.
"I could say the same thing."
The admission surprised Krycek. "Really? Why didn't you say
anything?"
Grinning at the wide-eyed expression on Krycek's face, Mulder
didn't answer
right away but simply kissed him.
"I wanted to wait for the right occasion," he said, finally.
"Thank you," Krycek whispered, slipping his arms around Mulder's
waist and
resting his head on a strong shoulder.
"Don't thank me yet. I still have your real present." Mulder stood
up,
pulling Krycek to his feet.
"What?"
Taking Krycek's hand, he placed it on his hard-on. "I haven't come
yet, and
I plan on making you scream at least one more time, tonight."
Krycek grinned, his face lighting up. "You know, I never thought much
of
that make a wish stuff."
Mulder raised a hand to stroke Krycek's cheek, his thumb caressing
the parted
lips.
"Who says it's your wish that was granted?"
END
Let 'em Eat Cake
by Frankie
Alex Krycek closed his eyes and made a wish. It was the same wish he'd
been
making since he'd been partnered with Agent Mulder, but he hoped it
would be
answered this time. It was his birthday, after all.
cried Mulder's name as he came, shooting his come into Mulder's
mouth.
