"Fox," Krycek said, opening his eyes and clamping a hand over his lover's mouth, "I love
you, but I can't handle this first thing. Let me wakeup a little, 'kay?"
Mulder's face fell. "You don't like my singing?"
"Of course I do," Krycek said, discreetly rolling his eyes. "I was talking about the
reminder that I'm another year older." He punched his pillow down and turned over.
"Can't handle it yet." Soon he was snoring softly.
So much for waking up, Mulder thought to himself. He shrugged, kissed Krycek's shoulder
and got out of bed. He was going to do his damnedest to make Krycek enjoy his birthday.
Just because it was his birthday didn't mean he had any say in what they did today.
Krycek rolled over and reached for Mulder. His hand met cold sheets and he opened his
eyes, focusing on the bedside clock. It was 12:23.
"Fuck!" He shot out of bed and darted into the living room. "Fox, why did you let me
sleep so late?"
Mulder, who had been catching up on some paperwork, looked up and grinned.
"Because it's your birthday." Putting his arms around him, he kissed the tip of Krycek's
nose. "And because I like you running into the living room all panicked and naked."
Krycek looked down as if it had suddenly dawned on him that he slept in the nude.
"Yeah, like celebrate the day your mother popped you out so I could have you thir-"
"Don't say it."
"Baby, why are you so hung up on this age thing? I'm seven years older than you and you
don't see me complaining about it." He pulled Krycek closer.
"Fine, but I can't do anything until I take a shower."
"Want me to join you?" Mulder asked, pushing his hips forward and getting an encouraging
response from Krycek.
"Hmmm...very tempting, but nah. I want to wallow in my old age by myself."
"Consider it done, grandpa." Mulder made a dash for the bathroom before Krycek landed his
punch.
"I can't believe you actually made me sit here and wait for you," Mulder said as Krycek
stepped out of the shower.
Grinning as he dried his hair, Krycek kissed the top of Mulder's head before toweling off
completely.
"Fox, patience is a wonderful thing. Considering how old you are, I'd think you'd know
that."
"Okay, so now you're going to take jabs at me, huh?"
"No," Krycek said, grabbing a couple of Q-tips, "I just think it's great that
"Oh," Mulder stood up and encircled his lover's waist, "so I'm old and stupid." He
kissed a faint scar on Krycek's shoulder.
"If the shoe fits..."
Mulder sank his teeth into the shoulder he'd been kissing and laughed at the yelp he
heard.
"Okay, enough fooling around," Mulder said. "Get dressed so we can go out.
"I think you left teeth marks," Krycek said, looking at his shoulder in the
"Fine, you owe me. Did you hear what I said?"
"Yes, I heard you, but I don't want to go anywhere."
"But I've made all these-"
"Yeah, I know...you've made all these grand plans. Well," Krycek turned around and
grabbed the collar of Mulder's shirt, "I have plans of my own."
Mulder licked his lips and let Krycek yank him forward. "Something tells me your plans
will be a lot more fun than mine."
"You think?" Krycek began kissing Mulder's neck. "What were yours?"
"Lunch... tickets to that play you've been... ohhh... um, miniature golf... ouch!"
"Sorry," Krycek said, licking the spot on Mulder's neck he'd just bitten.
Muttering something akin to an affirmative response, Mulder took off his shirt as Krycek
helped him out of his jeans.
Once Mulder's clothes were in a pile on the floor, Krycek pulled him close.
"No... no, I think we should do whatever you like today," Mulder said hastily.
"Good." Krycek kissed Mulder deeply before giving his ass a squeeze and a little slap.
"Now, get in the bedroom. I'll be right there."
Not having to be told twice, Mulder kissed Krycek quickly and left the room.
Krycek opened the medicine cabinet and took out a bottle of strawberry-flavored massage
oil.
"This should get things started," he said to himself.
Walking into the bedroom, he was happy to see Mulder spread wantonly across the bed.
Grinning, he sauntered over to his waiting lover, singing softly.
"Happy Birthday to me..."
The End
Plans Change
by Frankie
"Happy Birthday to you," the slightly off-key voice crooned to the sleeping man, "Happy
Birthday to you. Happy Birthday, dear-"
Taking off his glasses slowly, he stood up and walked over to the birthday boy.
"Oh. Well," he said, returning his attention to Mulder, "I have things to do, today."
"Come on. Just try and enjoy the day, okay?"
He started for the bathroom, then turned around. "Though maybe you should be standing by
in case I slip in the tub. The aged tend to do that, you know."
I have gained such wisdom from my years on this planet, and you haven't."
I have plans for you."
mirror. "I owe you."
"Want to hear mine?"
"I thought I'd spend the afternoon finding new and interesting things to do to your body.
Most of them entail using a few toys I bought myself for my birthday, but if you still
want to go out..."
