I sighed happily and relaxed further into my chair. This was the life! In
fact, I just might relocate to this fair city. Lovely people. Lovely attitude
towards homosexuality. And, fanfuckingtastic pot.
Yep, I was feeling good.
Shoulda known that he'd show up.
He walked in the door, got that look on his face when he spotted me, and
stalked across the floor. Only when his lanky frame loomed over me did he stop.
With a fierce scowl he glared at me. "What the fuck do you think you're playing
at now, Krycek?"
I blinked. Stared at him fuzzily for a moment, then grinned. "Hellooo, Mulder.
Sit yourself down. Take a load off."
Hazel eyes widened, then narrowed dangerously. "You," he spat at me with
disgust, "are high."
"Of course I am. You should try it, friend. Good for what ails you."
"You are what ails me, you... you..."
"Ratbastard?" I finished for him helpfully.
"Fuck you, you sonofabitch."
I vaguely wondered how the hell I had managed to piss him off this time. After
all-
"Care to tell me what bug has crawled up your ass, Mulder?"
"Where do you get off disappearing like that? I thought we'd... you'd... I,
um..."
"Thought what, Mulder? That I'd enjoy hanging around watching you and Scully
bill and coo at each other? Shit! You really are clueless. I never wanted
to be your pal, Mulder. Sure as hell didn't want to hang around DC. Got no
friends there. 'Sides, I told you everything I knew. It's over. I'm retired.
Outa the loop. Got no more information to give you. Not any longer."
His turn to blink. "Me and Scully? You... you were jealous?" he asked
incredulously. "But, I thought that you and Skinner—"
"Pffft! Doggett got Skinner. Scully got you. I got... Damn! Fuck off,
Mulder! I owe you exactly nothing."
"Skinner and Doggett? But you... and Skinner..."
"There never was any 'me and Skinner'. We came to terms. Made peace. That's
all."
"I... I... Skinner and Doggett?" he repeated.
"Yes , Mulder," I said, speaking slowly and clearly, "Skinner and Doggett.
Walter and John."
He sank back into his chair and stared at me, a hint of confused disbelief in
his eyes.
"They're happy together, Mulder. And," I added, "they deserve it!"
"But—"
"But what? Don't tell me you have a problem with homosexuals!"
"No, no. It's just... Skinner and Doggett? Really?"
I sighed. "Yes, you idiot. Really."
I pushed my chair back. "Dammit, Mulder, you've managed to ruin my buzz. I'm
going back to my room. Got a big, fat joint of really good shit waiting for
me." I rose to my feet. "Go on back home. You found me. I'm not up to
anything nefarious. Not planning to take over the world. I'm just enjoying a
simple vacation."
"Wait."
"Yeah, right. And listen while you give me even more of your shit!" I glared
at him. "And don't you dare follow me, Mulder."
I stomped out of the cafe. Damn him! Damn him for bringing it all back. Damn
him for ruining my buzz!
Fuck hi—Shit, not even gonna go there.
Back in my room, I pulled out that joint and quickly fired it up. Inhaled
deeply and gave it a moment to do its magic.
Aaaah.
Excellent shit. Just one hit and I could already feel that lovely, lovely
numbness relaxing my body and blanking my mind. I lay down on the bed and
turned on the TV. Never mind that I couldn't understand a single word. Hell,
the pictures were pretty, and the different language was soothing.
I continued to smoke that joint—Northern Lights, the best of the best. I was
feeling better by the minute.
And then someone knocked on my door. Bastard had followed me after all. Big
fucking surprise there.
Sluggishly, I rose and crossed to the door. SOB would only keep pounding away
if I didn't let him in. But, if the fucker ruined my buzz again, I just might
have to kill him. I giggled (if you tell anyone I giggled, I might have to kill
you) at the sheer ridiculousness of actually doing him in, after so many years
of protecting his ass.
Swinging the door open, I glared at him... well, I glared as fiercely as I was
capable of at the moment.
"What, Mulder? Come to call me names? Beat me up? Kill me? What?"
Not meeting my eyes, he nervously shuffled his feet and blushed.
Blushed? What the hell? He actually looked abashed. Shy, even.
Well, damn me.
I sighed and stepped back, waving him in. Pausing in the middle of the room, he
looked around helplessly.
"Sit down, Mulder," I instructed with a sigh.
Sonofagun! He did. On the bed.
Careful, Alex, you could be in trouble.
He patted the space next to him. "C'mon, Alex (ALEX?)," he murmured. "We... I
... I need to talk to you. Tell you something."
Uh oh. Serious trouble ahead!
"What's wrong?" I asked after he sat there silently for an interminable length
of time.
He shifted on the mattress. Sighed. Got up and started pacing. "Scully and I
have parted ways. It... she... was never really what I wanted."
Huh?
I probably didn't want to hear this, but... "What is it that you do want?"
He paced some more. And blushed a much brighter hue of red. "Um... I... ah...
did you know that I'm bisexual?"
I looked suspiciously at the joint in my hand. Never before had pot caused me
to hallucinate.
He stopped in front of me and held out his hand. "Mind sharing?" he asked,
nodding at the joint.
Obviously one of us had lost it. Probably both of us. Numbly I handed him the
weed. Might as well hallucinate together.
He hit it once. Twice. From the way he easily inhaled, I assumed that
Mr-straight-laced-Mulder had some experience with smoking illegal substances.
Visibly relaxing, he came over and sat next to me—very close to me!—and
handed the joint over.
"Good shit," he said approvingly.
"Mmmhmm," I agreed. "Now, you were gonna tell me something? Something to do
with your sexual orientation, maybe?"
"Sure was," he said happily. "Said I was bi, right?" He nodded to himself.
"Yeah—I did. Thing is, I think I'm more gay than bi, actually. And... I want
you, Alex."
"Y-y-you do?"
He nodded solemnly. "I do. Always have. But, you know, things got in the way
and... then there was the baby and Scully and... Well, you know."
Speechlessly, I sat there like an idiot mulling over what he'd said. He...
wanted me? Me?
"Well?" he asked impatiently. "How do you feel about that—me and you, I
mean?"
"Oh! I, um... Shit, Mulder! You must know that I've had a 'thing' for you
since the beginning."
"You have? Really? From the beginning?"
"Yes, Mulder. I've wanted you for years and years. Just never thought... I
figured you were straight."
He snickered. "Wrong! The infallible Krycek was wrong," he crowed. Then he
snickered again.
Man was he high!
I rolled my eyes at his silliness and reached back to the bedside table,
snubbing out what was left of the joint into the ashtray.
Major mistake. Suddenly he was all over me. Man had at least ten arms! Funny,
I'd never noticed that before.
He pushed me onto my back and kind of draped himself over me. And started
petting me—with all ten hands. Nibbled on my neck. Ground his crotch
against mine.
And then he kissed me.
After helplessly responding for a moment, I... well, I actually turned my head
to one side, breaking away from his lips. Most difficult thing I've ever done in
my entire life. I almost broke down when his lips tried to follow mine and he
whined his disappointment.
No! I told myself firmly. Talk first.
He moved his oral attentions to my ear and upped the ante even more by adding a
twist to the thrusts of his cock against mine.
Should've known he wouldn't play fair, the fucker.
Fucker.
Fuck.
Fuck...
I wanted him so much. I always had. And that terrified me. Because my
defenses seemed to have deserted me. If I—we—had sex... it wouldn't be
just sex for me.
Yes, I'd gone and fallen in love with him. And, right then, I would be
incapable of hiding my emotions. Odd. I'd gotten so good at concealing my...
the way I felt over the years, it had become second nature to me. But that
night... that night... it would be love.
On my side, anyway.
Could I really afford to give him that kind of power?
"I want you, Alex," he whispered hotly into my ear. "Do you want me?"
YES! I screamed inwardly.
"Mulder," I managed to gasp.
"I love you, Alex."
"L-l-love?" I stuttered.
"Mmmm," he hummed. "I'm in love with you."
Ohmygod!
Oh. My. GOD!
He couldn't! I mean, there was just no possible way. Had to be a trick.
Can you say 'paranoid'?
"Mulder... Mulder!"
"Yeeesss?"
"You hate me, remember? This is just the pot talking."
I'd've kicked myself for passing up this once in a lifetime opportunity—if I
weren't completely immobilized by his weight on me.
He lifted his head and smiled at me. A real smile. Damn. "Alex, it's not
the pot. Well, maybe it has given me a little more confidence, but I came here
to tell you how I feel. When you left, I... I missed you. You are what I
want—need—in my life."
Oh.
Oh wow!
I stared at him in amazement and shook my head. "But, our past. The things
I've done. How can you possibly—"
"The past." He sighed. "Yeah, that. Thing is, Alex, no matter what happened
between us, no matter what you did to me, I... well, it just doesn't matter
anymore. I love you. Took me a while to figure it out, but I do. More than
any past, more than what you were—or are. I can't help my feelings. God knows
I tried to deny it." He averted his eyes from mine. "You know who finally
opened my eyes? Made me see the truth?"
"Uh... Skinner?"
"Nope. Scully."
"Scully?" I repeated in disbelief. "Dana Scully? Redhead—hates me more than
anyone else on earth? Would just as soon shoot me dead as look at me? You have
got to be kidding me."
He shook his head solemnly. "No shit. She told me—after I pouted for weeks
on end when you disappeared—that I should find you. That I was obviously in
love with you."
"I... she... she really said that?"
"Sure did," he confirmed with an emphatic nod. "Even had the Gunmen track you
down for me. Bought me a ticket to Amsterdam, packed my bags, and kicked me out
the door."
"I'll be damned!"
"So, Alex, you never did answer my question."
"Question?"
He chuckled and grinned at me. "Do you, Alex Krycek, love me, Fox Mulder?"
Oh. That question. I hesitated just long enough for an expression of pained
doubt to cross his face.
"You don't, do you?" he asked mournfully. Then he started to climb off of me.
No! I wrapped my arm around him, pulling him back into position. "I do. Love
you. I just... I've never said that to anyone—and, I sure as hell never
thought I'd say it to you."
"Thought I'd kill you if you did, huh?"
"Well... severely maim me at the very least."
He laughed. Don't think I'd ever heard him laugh in genuine amusement. I liked
it. Suggestively, he pressed his cock against mine, smiling when I gasped and
arched up against him.
"So," he said huskily, "wanna fuck?"
Actually, what I wanted was for him to-
"Wait. Scratch that. I want to make love to you. With you."
I moaned my approval, as the ability to speak seemed to have deserted me.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
Then he kissed me again. I opened wide for him, inviting—no, begging—for
more. It was a wet, sloppy, noisy kiss. I loved it. Never wanted it to end.
Mulder's lips against mine. His tongue in my mouth. Mine in his.
Sheer heaven.
Every fucking fantasy I'd ever entertained. Well, okay, maybe not every
fantasy... Which reminded me-
I broke off the kiss, gasping for air. "Clothes," I mumbled. "Too many
clothes." Impatiently I fumbled with his shirt, trying to pull it off without
breaking contact.
"Hang on," he said, apparently quite amused by my desperation. He tried to roll
off of me. "Alex, you're gonna have to let go of me so I can undress."
Reluctantly, I released my hold on him, and he moved to one side, wriggling out
of those damned interfering garments. It was a rather complicated process, what
with my tongue tasting every inch of his lovely, soft skin as it was revealed.
He didn't seem to mind. Not if those growls of approval were anything to go by.
Once naked, he pushed me flat on the bed and started in on my clothes. Made
quick work of it, too. Finally we were both undressed. He moved back to his
former place—laying himself atop me. And, holy shit! Skin against skin. His
erection against mine. I don't even have the words to express just how
wonderful—how perfect—it felt.
His mouth returned to my neck. Nibbling and sucking. "I want to fuck you,
Alex. But first... Damn! I'll never last at this rate. Been dreaming of you
for too long."
Mouth latched firmly to mine, he started to thrust against me. Stars danced
before my closed eyes. It—he—felt so good. I knew that I would lose it
soon and reached down to wrap my hand around both of our cocks. It took, oh,
maybe ten seconds before we came. Him with a scream, me with a sobbed moan.
We lay there bonelessly for several minutes, trying to catch our breath.
Finally, he moved over, draping himself along my side and holding me with one
arm around my waist.
"Damn!" he commented. "That was... we were... Damn!"
"Yeah," I agreed. I'm not exactly verbose at such times. 'Specially after such
a stunning orgasm.
Lazily, I ran my fingers through the semen now decorating my belly. Lifted my
hand and tasted him. Us. "Mmmm," I hummed.
He copied my action. Smiled happily and tightened his hold on me. "Round one,"
he said, pushing his groin against my hip suggestively.
"Um... Mulder, I need a few minutes. Not as young as I used to be, you know."
"Okay," he agreed. Then he frowned in distaste at the cooling semen on our
bellies. "We, um, we need a towel or something."
"Bathroom," I told him, waving vaguely in that direction.
"Your room. Your bathroom. You get us a towel."
"Can't move."
With a heavy sigh, he climbed out of the bed and retrieved a towel from the
bathroom. "Here you go, your majesty," he said snarkily.
"Hey," I complained, wiping haphazardly at my stomach. "It's your fault I can't
move. I think you killed me."
He rejoined me on the bed, grabbed the towel from me and cleaned himself up.
"Just you wait, Alex," he whispered into my ear. "That was nothing compared to
what round two will be."
I'd created a monster! And, he would undoubtedly prove to be the death of me.
Not that I minded. What a way to go!
Lazily we lay together, exchanging soft touches, exploring each other now that
the overwhelming urgency had been satisfied. I was quite taken with the sparse
scattering of hair on his chest. He seemed to find my hairless chest equally
fascinating. Nimble fingers found my nipples, and he hummed his approval at my
response.
I shifted my body down, intending to start an oral exploration of his torso—and all points south. And, what do you know, Fox Mulder is ticklish. He
giggled when I nipped at his collarbone, laughed hysterically when my tongue
teased his right nipple, and curled up into a protective ball when I moved down
to his navel.
"No more," he gasped breathlessly. "I can't take it."
I raised one eyebrow at him. "You always this ticklish, or is it just me?"
"No." giggle "Only when I'm stoned." He looked at the bedside table—at the
ashtray containing the remnants of the joint we'd shared. "Speaking of
which..."
I had definitely created a monster.
"So, roll up a doob, Mulder."
"Ummm—well, I never quite got the hang of that. Always used a pipe."
Resigned, I got out of bed and retrieved my stash and a pack of rolling papers.
It's a damned tricky maneuver, rolling a joint one-handed. But, after much
practice, and a lot of swearing, I'd gotten pretty good at it.
"Alex?"
"Mmmhmm?"
"I'm hungry."
"Then call room service," I told him distractedly, concentrating on the job at
hand.
"Okay!" He bounced to the edge of the bed and found the menu. "We can smoke
that," he nodded at the almost finished joint in my hand, "and then eat."
"Fine by me."
"Then we can fuck."
All my hard work proved to be for naught when my fingers clenched reflexively
and the joint was mangled beyond repair.
"Alex?"
"Yes, Mulder?" I answered distractedly, as I pulled another paper out and
prepared to start again.
"This first time... I want you inside of me. Is that okay?"
My fingers shook at his words, and the second attempt at a joint went by the
wayside. "I... um... yeah, Mulder. That's fine with me."
He didn't even laugh at my squeaky voice. What a guy!
"Do you have, you know, lube... condoms?"
"Lube, yes. Condoms, no."
"Oh." He frowned in thought. "Do we need them?"
I gave up on the papers and went into the bathroom, digging my pipe out of my
shaving kit. "I'm clean, Mulder."
"Me too," he answered happily.
Well, that settled that.
Just the thought of being inside of him, no annoying latex between my cock and
his ass, was almost enough to make me weak at the knees.
In fact, I discovered when I turned to leave the bathroom, I was weak at the
knees.
I efficiently packed the bowl and went over to the bed, arranging myself
comfortably against the headboard. Once he'd ordered an amazing variety of food
from the kitchen, Mulder joined me. We lit the bowl, passing it back and forth
while watching the TV.
"Hey," he complained. "I can't understand a word of this."
I snorted. "We are in Holland, you know. They speak Dutch here."
That seemed to satisfy his disgruntlement for a couple of minutes. Then, out of
the blue, he said, "Your ass."
Now, I was well aware of his tendency to leap from subject to subject with no
warning, but-
"What about my ass, Mulder?"
"'S nice. I didn't notice at first—those godawful suits you wore when we were
partners did you no favors. But later, after you left... your jeans. Damn, you
look fine in those tight jeans." He waggled his eyebrows at me with an evil
grin. "Look even better without. Your bare ass is a work of art. You have
pretty eyes, too," he added dreamily.
"Pretty?" I put all of my insulted male pride into that one word.
"Yes, pretty."
I was saved from having to defend my macho self by a knocking at the door. "Room
service," called out a voice.
"Thank god," Mulder said, leaping off of the bed and heading towards the door.
"Ah, Mulder... Not that I don't appreciate the view, but you might want to put
your pants on before you open that."
"Oh?" He looked down, realized that he was quite naked, and quickly pulled on a
pair of jeans. My jeans. Niiice.
In fact, the sight of him in my clothes made me want to feel his jeans on my own
body. I quickly donned them and joined Mulder and the waiter. Not in any
condition to deal with foreign money at the moment, I just signed the check,
telling the guy to add it to my bill. After admiring Mulder's bare chest and
giving me an envious look, the kid finally left us alone.
Good thing, too. If he'd drooled over Mulder for one more minute, I'd've had to
kill him. Lucky for him, I was high enough to let it pass.
Gleefully uncovering all of the goodies he'd ordered, Mulder rolled the cart to
the bedside and crawled in beside me. My stomach growled loudly at the sight of
all that food: a cheese and cracker tray, fresh veggies with dip, two burgers,
fries, cheesecake and... bonbons?
How the hell, I wondered, does he stay so thin? I smell food and gain weight.
Sometimes life just ain't fair.
We dug in eagerly. To my surprise, we were soon surrounded by empty plates.
Sluggishly I rose and piled the empties back onto the tray and rolled it out
into the hallway.
Collapsing on the bed, I rubbed my stomach and groaned. Then I yawned.
"Hey!"
"What is it now, Mulder?"
"You can't go to sleep yet."
My eyelids drooped. "No? Why not? I'm stoned, I've eaten enough food for a
small army, and I'm tired."
"Too tired to fuck me?"
I groaned. "Mulderrr."
"You promised, Alex." He pouted. "I want you. Now. Tonight. Wanna know what
it's like..."
"What what's like?"
"To be fucked."
Jesus.
"You mean," I said slowly, "that you've never..."
Head averted, he answered reluctantly. "I've messed around some. You know,
blow jobs, what we did earlier, I even topped a couple of times—but I never
trusted anyone enough to—well, you know."
"Oh," I said brilliantly. "Are you sure you want to do this, Mulder? You can
top—I like it both ways."
He shook his head emphatically. "I'm positive. I want you—your cock—in
me." Cuddling up against me, he sighed into my ear. "Please, Alex?"
His voice, soft and just a little unsure, made me feel things I thought long
dead and buried. My heart—which I'd hardened to stone years before—just
melted. That he would offer himself to me in this way, trust me enough to allow
me to be the first man to fuck him...
I swallowed heavily and pulled him close. "Okay, Mulder," I said rustily.
"Okay."
"I'm a little nervous, Alex," he admitted with a shaky chuckle.
"That's normal, Mulder. If you weren't, I'd be worried." I pressed my lips
against his cheek. "I'm nervous, too. I've never... um, never been anyone's
first."
He snuggled against me, burying his face against my neck. "I trust you. You
won't hurt me."
Well, damn. I've never considered myself the sentimental type, but his words
almost brought tears to my eyes. I chose to blame my uncharacteristic emotions
on the pot.
"No, I won't—can't hurt you, Mulder. That part of our lives is over."
"Well then," he lifted his head and smiled shakily, "let's get this show on the
road."
Lifting my hand, I ran my fingers through his hair, then pinched his ear—sharply.
"Hey!" Rubbing at his abused ear, he adopted that famous 'Mulder Pout'. "What'd
you do that for?"
I shrugged. "Just wanted to remind you whose show this is."
He snorted disdainfully.
"Seriously, Mulder—we do this my way. No rush. No hurry. Slow and easy."
That gained me a smile. A lovely, soft, trusting smile. And a kiss. Have I
mentioned how well he kisses? A little nibbling at my lips, a hot tongue
tracing the line of my mouth, and then a very thorough investigation of my oral
cavity.
No wonder he was such a good agent. Meticulous. Intense. Great attention to
detail.
I was pretty much a puddle of goo when he finally released me. Except for my
cock. That part of me was hard as a rock.
"So, how do we do this?" he asked in a husky voice.
"I... I... um..." I cleared my throat and tried to gather my thoughts. "First
you get rid of those jeans while I get some... stuff we'll need. Then, well, I
think the rest will come naturally."
While I frantically dug through my backpack for the lube, Mulder shed his jeans.
I turned back to the bed, finally having found what I was looking for, and
froze.
There he was, stretched languidly on the bed, lazily stroking his erection. I
almost swallowed my tongue. The man is fucking gorgeous. And, with his lips
swollen from the kisses we'd shared, and his lids lowered to half-mast... A work
of art, that's what he was.
"C'mere, Alex," he said. "Make love to me, Alex."
Somehow, I managed to break out of my paralysis. Tearing my jeans off,
practically losing my balance in the process, I finally rid myself of the denim
and lay down next to him, on my side, and put the lube under the pillow. And
then I hesitated. I'd had more than my share of sex over the years. Once or
twice I'd actually cared about the person I was with. But this, damn, this was
so far out of my range of experience that I wasn't quite sure how to start, much
less continue.
My hand hovered uncertainly in the air, wanting to touch him, afraid that once I
did, I'd lose control and fuck him through the mattress. He pulled my hand to
his mouth, kissing the palm, then licking his way up each finger.
"It'll be fine, Alex," he said softly, releasing my thumb from the heat of his
mouth. He moved my hand down to rest on his breastbone. "Touch me? I love
your touch."
So, I did. Ever so carefully, I ran my fingers across his chest, down his
midline, to his weeping erection. Sighs and quiet moans told me that he
approved of my actions. Leaning closer, I started to taste him, beginning with
his neck. Definitely a hot spot! Moving on down, I tongued his nipples, one
after the other.
His moans increased in volume, and he started to shift restlessly, arching up
and silently begging for more. When I rolled his tightened balls in my hand, he
whimpered and spread his legs.
"Alex," he whispered. "More."
"Get the lube from under the pillow, Mulder."
He retrieved it and looked at me questioningly. Holding out my hand, I
instructed him to slick up my fingers.
"Now, put your leg over my hip. Yeah, that's it."
Watching me with widened eyes, he sucked in a surprised breath when my fingers
moved down past his balls to run teasingly along his perineum. When I found his
puckered anus and gently massaged the tight opening, he gasped.
"You okay?" I asked. "We really don't have to—"
"No, no," he protested. "It's—I'm fine."
Not exactly the stunningly enthusiastic reply I was hoping for there.
Hesitating, I looked up into his eyes.
"Aaaalexxx," he whined. "Don't stop. God, don't stop!"
The pleadingly impatient tone of his voice convinced me that he meant it. That
his hesitations were no more than a quite natural response to the newness of it
all. After all, this was new for him. Not only his willingness—desire—to
be fucked, but this amazing, incredible trust in me.
So... okay. I decided to distract him with a series of nibbles and kisses over
the upper part of his body as I slowly, carefully, inserted one finger into his
hot passage. His breath hitched, his anal muscles tightened reflexively against
the unfamiliar intrusion for a moment. Then, with an indrawn breath, he sighed
and relaxed.
"Good?"
"Mmmm," he hummed, spreading his legs, and he tilted his hips, asking for more.
"Aa-aalexxx. God! That's just... just..."
I slipped a second finger in. Once he'd adjusted, I twisted them, crooked them
just so, and-
"Ohmygod! Fuck! Please? Please, Alex, more. I never imagined..."
It took every ounce of self-control I had to resist his pleas. "Slowly, Mulder.
Remember?"
"Fuck slowly!" he grunted. "Now, Alex. 'M ready. Want you... want you
inside of me!"
I suppressed a chuckle. "Soon, Mulder. I promise you, soon. Just gotta make
sure you're ready. I won't hurt you," I groaned. "I can't."
He groaned loudly in protest when I withdrew my fingers, then sighed happily as
I reinserted them—three this time. I tried, damn, I tried, to take my time—make sure I'd prepared him as best I could. All the while, he moved his hips,
seeking even deeper penetration.
Finally, unable to control my own need any longer, I pulled my fingers out and
applied lube to my aching cock. I knew I wouldn't last long, not after the
long, long years of waiting, longing, dreaming.
As I moved between his legs, he watched me with eager anticipation. Then, his
eyes flicked to my left side. He frowned. "Um... Alex, don't take this the
wrong way, but how... I mean... " Pleadingly, his eyes met mine, begging me to
understand his concerns.
And, get this! I understood. Didn't retreat into that defensive mode. Didn't
lash out at him. No, I smiled. "It's okay, Mulder. I think I... I haven't
tried this—hell, I haven't exactly been the Energizer bunny of sex since I
lost my arm—but, I have an idea that I think will work."
Relieved, he grinned at me. "So... gonna share this idea."
"Oh yeah!" I raised his legs until they lay draped over my shoulders. "If you
support my weight with your legs, I can..."
His expression revealed his appreciation of my brilliance. "Well then...
whatthefuck are you waiting for?"
An excellent point. What the fuck was I waiting for? This in mind, I moved
forward until the tip of my penis rested against his opening.
"Ready?"
"Krycek! Don't ask stupid questions. They're beneath you."
"So are you, Foxy."
So far gone was he that the expected objection to my calling him that never
came. "Hurry," he insisted instead.
"Okay." I started a gentle series of thrusts, working my way past his tight
sphincter. When the head of my cock made it past that first obstacle, I paused,
waiting for him to adjust to the invasion.
He was having none of that! "Fuck!" Two hot hands clamped onto my hips,
pulling me closer. "Don't you stop now. Don't you dare stop now, you
bastard." With a disconcerting strength, he pulled my ass closer, impaling
himself to the hilt on my cock.
I froze, breathing in desperate gasps. Not yet, I told myself firmly. Can't...
can't come yet.
He shifted beneath me, pushing his hips upwards, threatening to break my already
weak control. And—Shit!—his anal muscles tightened to an almost unbearable
degree.
"Mulder," I managed to gasp. "Please, don't. I'll lose it—'m so fucking
close already."
"So am I," he moaned. "Let it go, Alex, come for me."
"But—"
"Slow and easy next time," he promised.
Next time.
Nextfuckingtime!
The words alone did me in. I screamed—yeah, I screamed—and let go. Dimly, I
heard his answering yell, felt the contractions of his muscles around me. Damn
near passed out on top of him. In fact, I suspected that I'd blanked out for an
unknown period of time.
His groan brought me back to reality with a thud. "You okay, Mulder? I didn't
hurt you, did I?"
Grimacing, he reached down to massage his cramped thighs. "No," he grunted.
"But if you don't get off of me, I may well be crippled for life."
Sluggishly, I rolled to one side, settling against him, head pillowed against
his chest.
"Next time?"
He snorted. "Hell, yes, next time. You don't think I'm going away now, do
you?"
"Then... you'll be here when I wake up?"
"More stupid questions.... Face it, Alex, you're stuck with me."
Well, hell! That I could definitely live with!
>Bhang! You're Mine
by Jennie
There I was, sitting in a cafe in Amsterdam, drinking a glass of bhang and
feeling pleasantly buzzed. It had been one hell of a long time since I'd taken
a vacation. Shit! Upon further thought, I realized that I'd never taken a
vacation. And, I decided, I damned well deserved this break. Had earned it.
