The water parted steadily, pushed aside by powerful strokes
of strong arms and muscled legs, a lithe body cutting through
the liquid and leaving rippling waves behind.
Mulder loved to swim, it invigorated and freed him.
Running helped him solve problems. He was able to lose
himself in them, the steady pounding of his feet on concrete
drumming a rhythm that helped his mind come up with
solutions. It also exhausted him, helped him get sleepy.
Swimming, on the other hand, freed his mind, let it wander
aimlessly, helped him remember this and that. He indulged in
fantasies, entertained idle thoughts, while his body got a
work-out that invigorated instead of tired. After a swim,
Mulder often felt his battery had recharged. Especially when,
at the same time, his mind was filled with new, also
invigorating thoughts.
This time, his thoughts wandered aimlessly until they settled
on that one particular incident, where young Agent Krycek,
clad in a horrible suit and with his hair gelled back, had
come to a swimming pool to collect him to help negotiate the
Duane Barry case.
God, he had had the hots for the younger man since the first
time he had laid eyes on him. Not that he had given Krycek
any indication but...well, Mulder sure had a handful of
indecent fantasies involving the junior agent. Despite bad
suit and gelled hair, Mulder thought, chuckling to himself as
he made a professional tuck and turn and started lap 20.
And he had seen the way Krycek had looked at him, the looks
he was giving him still when he thought Mulder wasn't
looking. Oh, he would never forget the way the green eyes had
widened in appreciation when they had seen the older man's
basket. Yessiree, he had seen the way Krycek was trying very
hard not to stare as Mulder had climbed out of the Hoover
pool. There was no way the other man wasn't interested
himself. Green and skippy or not, but Krycek had a nice tight
ass which caused Mulder's cock to twitch even in the cool
water.
He was trying to decide whether to push for 25 laps, not
having anything planned for the rest of the evening anyway,
when he suddenly felt eyes on him. Mulder couldn't help the
feeling that he was being watched, he was too paranoid not
to. Since he knew he was the only one in the pool area, he
grew suspicious.
Slowing down, Mulder raised his head and looked around
inquiringly. At first, he didn't see anything or
anyone...until his eyes found another person standing close
to the steps leading out of the pool, holding his towel up
invitingly.
A person wearing a cheap suit and gelled hair. And a very
nervous smile on his face.
"Krycek?" Mulder swam over and climbed the steps. "Don't tell
me! You need me to sign the latest expense report? There's
another hostage negotiation I have to attend? Skinner chewed
your ass out and now you want me to help you rewrite your
case report?" He grinned when he saw the younger man shake
his head vigorously, not one hair moving out of place due to
the amount of gel. "What then?" he inquired, grabbing the
towel and starting to dry himself off.
Oh yes, the eyes were travelling down again, Mulder could
feel the hot gaze on his crotch. He rubbed his hair, half-
hiding his face and able to watch the younger man hungrily
staring at him. Still, when Mulder looked up again he wasn't
surprised to see that Krycek tried—and failed—to act
blasé. The older man grinned inwardly.
"I'm not here on official business," Krycek muttered, a
little shy.
"Good. It's after hours."
The younger man was obviously slightly taken off-balance by
the open friendliness from the normally moody Mulder, and
couldn't help but stare open-mouthed.
Mulder smiled widely and cocked his head to one side, towel
wrapped around his neck. "Well?"
Krycek was too busy trying not to stare, obviously having
forgotten what he was trying to say. "Uh," was all he was
able to come up with.
The older man chuckled and patted Krycek's cheaply-clad
shoulder. "Tell you what, Alex," he announced as he began
walking towards the shower room. "You think about what you
want while I shower and dress. Meet me outside, pretend you
just ran into me there and try it all again, okay?"
Mulder could feel a hot gaze travelling down his back and
settling on his ass, and couldn't help but sway his hips a
little, teasing. The sharp intake of breath from behind
caused him to smile knowingly.
"No, Agent Mulder, wait, I..."
"It's after hours, Agent Krycek," Mulder threw over his
shoulder before he disappeared into the shower.
"Mulder, wait! Uh, F-Fox..." Krycek added after a second, as
if unsure about the use of the older man's first name. Hell,
Mulder had called him 'Alex', so why the hell not? When he
didn't hear any protests, Krycek decided it was safe to
follow the other man and stepped into the shower room.
Mulder stood under the spray, steam clouding the room. He had
shampooed his hair and was just starting to rinse it when he
saw Krycek enter.
"For heaven's sake, Alex, at least take off your shoes!
You're not allowed to run around fully clothed anyway! How
did you find me here?"
Krycek dutifully took off his shoes and socks and rolled the
legs of his trousers up so they wouldn't get wet. "I knew you
were either running or swimming but you left your jogging
stuff in the office so I took a chance and came here. I do
know how to investigate, you know? I do know how to find out
where people spend their time."
Mulder grinned as he watched Krycek pout almost petulantly,
like a small child not being taken seriously. "Well,
congratulations, Ace, you found me. So, why did you come?"
Krycek stared, mesmerized, as the suds slowly made their way
down the tanned chest, the slim waist, struggled over the red
speedos Mulder still wore, and down muscled legs until they
pooled around two perfectly shaped feet that he found
strangely sexy.
He finally snapped out of it when he watched Mulder starting
to wash his front with lazy strokes of long, slender hands.
"I wanted to ask you out," Krycek blurted and realized
instantly that this had come out wrong. Especially when he
saw Mulder's sensuous mouth twitch into a half-smile. "I
mean, ask if you want to go out," Krycek added hastily,
cursing himself at the same time. "You know, have a beer," he
finished lamely, head hanging and trying to hide his flaming
cheeks.
Mulder didn't react, merely stared at the younger man and
continued washing his chest and arms. It unnerved the hell
out of Krycek.
"I know you're not going out much," he tried to defend
himself. "But I thought we were starting to get along
well...or, at least, better than before...so I figured it
might be nice to, you know, spend some time together...uh, in
a pub, I mean, or a bar..." Krycek finally managed to stop
babbling, cursing himself repeatedly. So much for well-
rehearsed, cool sounding speeches.
"A boys' night out?" Mulder asked, one eyebrow raised
inquiringly and his mouth still twitching. His eyes were
sparkling. It was obvious he was finding all of this
hilarious.
Krycek shrugged, beginning to really sweat in the humid air,
the polyester suit making him feel like a baked potato.
"Yeah, sorta," he muttered, staring at his naked feet.
There was no reply from Mulder so, after a long moment, he
looked up again. The older man was too busy twisting and
turning, trying to get to his back.
The younger man didn't know how to react to that, he was torn
between feeling hurt by Mulder's apparent dismissal, and
feeling the need to now finish what he had started. The
latter won. "Want me to help you? Wash your back?" he asked,
chin raised slightly, daring Mulder.
Eyebrows raised, Mulder locked eyes with Krycek. Then he let
them slowly travel up and down the other man's body,
measuring, seizing him up. It was all Krycek could do not to
fidget under the intense stare. Finally, Mulder nodded.
"Okay," was all he said.
Krycek did a double-take, not believing his ears. Then,
deciding he was in a win-win situation, he took a slow,
uncertain step forward.
Mulder, seeing him approach, chuckled. "I meant the boys'
night out, Alex, not my back."
"Oh." Krycek let his eyes travel down, stopping at the older
man's crotch which seemed to have filled out slightly in the
last few seconds. "Shame, really," he mumbled, still making
sure Mulder would be able to hear but at the same time
wouldn't be able to be absolutely sure he had heard right
over the pounding water. Out loud, he added, "I always wanted
to do that." It could be read either way, in response to
going out for a drink or washing Mulder's back.
It was obvious that Mulder had heard the first comment
because he was wearing a slightly confused look on his face.
He threw a smoldering gaze in Krycek's direction. "You always
wanted to do that?" he echoed, voice filled with meaning.
Suddenly, the heat in the shower room seemed to have turned
up at least twenty degrees. Both men stared at each other,
eyes hot and demanding, their breaths quickened slightly and
two dicks started to stir.
Krycek slowly nodded, answering the unasked question. He took
another, now meaningful step forward. Mulder turned fully
around, facing the younger man, daring him to come even
closer, knowing the dare would be answered. He grinned.
"And you know what I always wanted to do?"
They stared at each other, standing as close as possible
without Krycek getting wet. After a long moment, the younger
man cocked his head and shifted his weight to one hip,
jauntily thrusting his crotch forward. "Well?" he prodded.
Mulder stared a second longer before, smirking evilly, his
hand shot out and wrapped around Krycek's tie. With one hard
tug, he pulled the younger man under the hot spray, fully
clothed. Krycek yelped helplessly but couldn't escape the
water.
"I always wanted to wash that horrible gel out of your hair,"
Mulder announced, grabbing the shampoo with his free hand and
matter-of-factly squeezing a generous dollop of it down on
Krycek's head. He quickly rubbed it in, only able to produce
a little froth because the gel was obviously hindering.
Abandoning that job for the moment, Mulder then began to push
and pull on Krycek's wet suit jacket. "And I always wanted to
ruin one of your horrible suits so you wouldn't be able to
wear it ever again," he added, uncurling the tie from around
his fist so he had two hands to rip the offending garments
off the younger man's body.
Krycek merely stared, open-mouthed, tiny drops of water
dripping from long lashes and the tip of his nose. The jacket
gone, Mulder unbuttoned the dress shirt to reveal a smooth
chest which he teased with his fingertips before he then made
quick work of the suit pants, kneeling down to help the
younger man step out of them. He raised a surprised eyebrow
when he encountered a cockhead peeking out from between the
shirt, happily greeting its surroundings. "Going commando,
Agent?" Mulder teased.
"We're after hours, Agent," Krycek countered. "There's no
dress code after hours."
Mulder straightened up, laughing. "True," he agreed—and
matter-of-factly pushed his speedos down, kicking them out of
the way.
Krycek gawked. Damn, but even his most outrageous fantasies
didn't come close to reality! That man was hung!
He was distracted by Mulder's hands on his scalp, massaging
the shampoo into his gelled hair, pushing him under the spray
to rinse and then using more shampoo, this time being a bit
more successful in working up a good lather. Krycek couldn't
help but purr in contentment and leaned back, his once white
dress shirt now transparent and clinging to his upper body.
"Much better look on you," Mulder muttered into his ear from
behind, pinching the undercurve of one butt cheek that peeked
out from under the shirt enticingly. Once the shampoo was
rinsed, he let his fingers card through Krycek's soft hair.
"Much, much better look on you," he added. Mulder's cock
agreed and filled out even more, standing now fully erect.
Krycek turned around, first staring at the other man's dick
before gazing into hazel eyes. "Ditto," he chuckled before he
nodded his head at the shower gel. "So, what about your
back?"
"Actually, there's some other body part I want you to take a
look at...among other things..." Mulder grinned and waggled
his eyebrows meaningfully.
Krycek feigned ignorance, widening his green eyes. "Oh?" he
asked innocently. Then, apparently understanding dawned, and
he widened his eyes even more. "Oh," he said again,
pretending to only now catch on. He lowered his head, looking
up through wet eyelashes almost coquettishly. "You know," he
whispered throatily, "there's one more thing I also always
wanted to do...could it possibly be the same thing you want
as well?"
And with that, he slowly, gracefully, dropped to his knees,
eyes locked with the older man's. Krycek's tongue darted out,
licking the droplets away from Mulder's cockhead, teasing the
other man's dick with catlike swirls and nips.
Mulder arched his spine, groaning helplessly. "Oh fuck, yeah,
that's exactly what I had in mind," he mumbled breathlessly,
stroking Krycek's now soft hair with one hand, the other one
needed to steady himself against the wall. "Shit, that so
beats a boys' night out," he squeaked when Krycek deep-
throated his dick, sucking hard and swallowing around the
thick length.
Krycek chuckled low in his chest, causing Mulder to buck
helplessly.
"Oh, that's good, that's so good, that's so fucking
incredible," Mulder yelled, close to coming. He rubbed
Krycek's shoulder, fisting the wet shirt helplessly, and then
tugging his hair in warning, trying to get the younger man to
back off before he shot down the throat.
Krycek ignored the other man though, forcing the thick cock
deeper until his nose was buried in Mulder's pubic hair. With
one last forceful swallow and a long finger pushing into
Mulder's tight hole, he forced him into the best climax
Mulder had had in years.
Slumping over the kneeling man, breath coming in short pants,
Mulder tried to pull the other man up to thank him with a
deep kiss.
Instead, they both suddenly heard a deep booming voice
yelling, "What the hell is going on here?"
Swivelling around guiltily, they saw one very big, very
pissed off bear of a man, wearing a very expensive suit and a
scowl on his face, standing in the doorway, arms crossed over
a muscled chest.
Walter S. Skinner.
"Fuck," Krycek muttered from down on the floor, trying to
hide behind Mulder's legs.
"Oh, uh, hi," Mulder added, plastering a fake smile on his
face which looked more like a grimace.
Behind him, Krycek tried to furtively wipe the last drops of
the other man's come off his chin.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Skinner growled.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Mulder countered with
false bravado. "You're not supposed to be here."
"Yeah," Krycek agreed, slowly standing up. He wrinkled his
nose, now starting to think that a wet shirt wrapped around
his torso wasn't altogether comfy.
"Well, excuse me for coming home early, gentlemen," Skinner
muttered, glaring at his lovers.
"You ruined our birthday surprise," Krycek sulked. "Now I
wore that hideous suit and this god-awful hair gel all for
nothing."
"Well, that's not entirely true," Mulder announced. "I got a
fantastic blow-job out of it." He grinned unrepentedly.
"Fuck you, Fox!"
"Be my guest, Alex," Mulder nodded happily and turned his
naked ass around, offering his backside to the younger man.
"Would anyone care to explain what's going on here?"
Skinner yelled, quickly losing his patience. He had had the
week from hell, having had to attend the most boring
conference in the history of mankind. He had been exhilarated
when it had been cut short. Tomorrow was his birthday, and he
had been ecstatic, thinking he'd be able to spend the entire
day with his lovers and not just the evening, the way it had
originally been planned. He had talked to his lovers on the
phone over breakfast, pretending everything was normal while
in fact he was already half-way to the airport, and they had
assured him they'd make it an early night in order to be
"rested and fit for a long, passionate birthday celebration"
the next day. Thinking it would be a great idea to surprise
his lovers by climbing into bed and waking them with slow
love-making, Skinner had boarded the plane with a sappy grin
on his face. What he had not expected were two wet men
writhing in the shower next to their swimming pool in the
basement of their home, wet clothes strewn around...
"See that camera over there?" Mulder asked, pointing to a
small vidcam hanging from the corner above the doorway.
Skinner looked up and nodded, frowning.
"There's another one in the pool room," Krycek added
helpfully, desperately trying to rid himself of the wet shirt
which had wrapped itself around his body.
Mulder nodded. "Remember, I once told you about that fantasy
I had? About the pool and young Agent Krycek..."
Skinner nodded, eyes widening in appreciation. Oh yes, he
remembered all right.
"You were so turned on by the mere thought of me going down
on Agent Mulder in the shower of the Hoover building that you
pounced on us and fucked us through the mattress," Krycek
added, beginning to pull on one wet sleeve with his teeth.
"Into next week," Mulder nodded solemnly. "Couldn't walk for
three days."
Krycek nodded as well, now having given up on undressing
himself. "Not bad for an old guy," he chuckled. "You were
going at it all night."
"And the morning," Mulder added helpfully.
"And the morning," Krycek agreed, nodding. "Never knew you
had a voyeuristic side on you, Walter, but fuck, the idea of
Fox and me..." Krycek looked up to watch his older lover,
flushed and eyes dilated. "There," he exclaimed, pointing an
accusing finger. "He's doing it again!"
Mulder looked as well and began to laugh. "Right on, old
guy," he cheered.
Skinner shook himself visibly and tried to get a grip. "Still
doesn't explain what you were doing here," he growled, arms
crossed over his chest again and scowling sternly.
Both of his lovers dropped their heads and shuffled their
feet.
"Well," Mulder finally volunteered. "We were racking our
brains what to get you for your birthday..."
"You're one of the guys who already has everything," Krycek
muttered, accusing.
"So we finally remembered that night and thought it might be
fun to play out that fantasy for you," Mulder explained. "We
rehearsed for a couple of days..."
Krycek snickered. "Oh, that we did," he giggled.
"...to make sure we had the camera angles just right and knew
how loud we had to talk, that sorta thing," Mulder went on,
blithely ignoring the younger man. "Once we had it all
settled, we decided to go for it tonight." He shrugged. "We
were almost done, actually, all we had to do was go upstairs
and edit the stuff on the computer. And voila, we would've
had a lovely birthday present for you."
"But you barged in a day early and ruined everything and now
we have to come up with something new," Krycek groused. "I
can't believe I wore that suit and hair gel for nothing!"
Mulder, still trying to ignore the younger man, gave Skinner
a slightly pained smile and announced, "Happy Birthday,
Walter."
Skinner just stared at his lovers, open-mouthed. He couldn't
believe they were going to such lengths just to create a gift
for him...and what a gift it was! The mere thought of what
was on those tapes...
"Come here, you two," he growled, voice hoarse with emotion,
and wrapped his lovers in a bear hug.
"Walter, your suit," Krycek protested, trying to wriggle free
- not that he didn't enjoy his stay in Skinner's arms.
"Screw the suit," the older man announced. "I'm sure Hugo
Boss will forgive me." He gave both men a passionate kiss and
each man's butt an affectionate squeeze. "I can't believe you
did that! This is the best birthday surprise ever," he
enthused.
Mulder and Krycek blushed slightly, surprised but happy that
their lover wasn't angry anymore.
"Tell you what," Skinner went on, wrapping his arms around
both men's shoulders and beginning to walk towards the door.
"I'll go upstairs and change into something a little more
comfortable...like my birthday suit." That earned him two
appreciating gasps. He chuckled. "You, Alex, get the camera
right here. You, Fox, get the one in the pool room. We'll all
snuggle in bed together and watch the unedited version to get
our creative juices flowing..."
Skinner laughed out loud when he saw the younger men's cocks
standing up in happy salute at the mere idea. He pitched his
voice even lower.
"And then I'll see if I can't find a way to play out that old
fantasy of mine..."
His lovers' cocks gave another happy twitch, and he was
rewarded by two beaming smiles. The younger men had indicated
they were interested in some erotic spankings, including
'punishment' ones as long as they were only part of a play
scene. Skinner was thrilled to hear this, having had harbored
the fantasy of soundly spanking his most troublesome Agent
into submission...and his young, eager, hero-worshipping
partner right alongside, just because he had such a spankable
bubble butt.
"Well," Skinner announced, striking his stern AD pose. "Two
naughty Agents fraternizing in the Hoover's shower room...
that's breaking every rule and regulation in the book,
gentlemen. If I were to find out about you, I would have to
take disciplinary actions..."
Mulder and Krycek gave a whoop of pure joy and scrambled to
take down the cameras. Skinner watched them run upstairs to
get ready, and smiled. "Happy Birthday to me," he whispered,
contentedly.
Wet and Wired
by Gaby
