The note attached to the plane ticket was written in very familiar chicken
scratch. If Fox Mulder didn't see it on a regular basis, he'd have a hard
time deciphering the words or believing it wasn‘t a setup. Not that the
possibility of harm ever stopped him before. But the message... and the
sender's intentions were clear enough for him. He packed very lightly and
headed to the airport.
Getting to the Halifax harbourfront from the airport took a little less than
an hour, allowing Mulder the chance to admire the simple beauty of the area.
The Tall Ships festival was just winding down, so the docks were still
bustling with boat enthusiasts enjoying the warm summer evening. The
storeowners had made every window look appealing to passersby, hoping to
ring in one last sale. Mulder grinned at a shirt display in one window; a
crate of lobsters and the phrase "Trapped in Halifax" adorned the front of
one shirt. He considered buying it for Scully, but thought she wouldn't
appreciate the joke. As always, he called her from the airport, letting her
know where he was heading...just in case.
"Mulder, are you sure it's him?"
"Of course, Scully. Who else would lead me right to him?"
"With you, Mulder anything can happen. It could be a trap."
"There's only one way to find out. See you in a few days."
"Let's hope so."
Mulder smiled. He could always count on Scully to play the devil's advocate.
It was hard to convince Scully, even if the truth was right in her face.
Mulder would give up trying, if it wasn't so much fun seeing her face go as
red as her hair with exasperation. His exuberance for searching out the
truth often got the best of him, but he took each wrong turn in stride.
Knowing that one day one X-File could give him the answers was all the
motivation he required.
Using remarkable restraint, Mulder was determined to wait until the
appointed time before finding the correct dock. There was always the
possibility that his contact was not whom he suspected, but he was feeling
rather lucky this evening. He almost changed his mind though when he
noticed the length of the wharf. It seemed endless. Mulder decided to
confirm with a fisherman the exact location of Dock 10-13 before he moved
any further.
"Dock 10-13? That's where ‘em expensive yachts hole up. You gotta head up
the pier a bit, near the Beavertail canteen. If you never had one of those,
you'd better. Knocks your sweet tooth right out."
The man tripping over the word "out" in that familiar Canadian accent had
Mulder choking back a laugh. He quickly thanked the man, wandering farther
down the pier before the fit of laughter consumed him.
While trying to get his breathing back to normal, Mulder caught a whiff of
an unique smell. It smelt of cinnamon, sugar and that greasy odor that comes
with deep fried foods. Turning around, he realized he bypassed the canteen
the fisherman mentioned. The delicious aroma was being carried on the
breeze, and its source was Beavertails. His mouth began to water, as his
last meal was something that the airline passed off as a "hot lunch."
Unable to ignore his rumbling stomach, Mulder got in line, curious to taste
this local delicacy. He studied the list of toppings offered, until a young
girl bypassed him with a freshly made tail in her hands. The concentrated
smell of cinnamon hit him full on, making his mouth water even more. If this
treat was as good as it smelled, he would be in heaven. The line moved
quickly, and he soon had a cinnamon-sugared deep fried pastry to savor.
Sitting on a nearby bench, Mulder eyed the pastry curiously, wondering the
best way to eat it without making himself a sticky mess. After watching, two
elderly ladies eat theirs with gusto, he shrugged and took a huge bite. It
was good . He quickly gobbled it up, smiling at the two women who had
finished theirs just as quickly. They nodded at him, sharing in his
satisfaction of a tasty treat.
Glancing at his watch, Mulder saw that his wait was almost over. He used one
of the many napkins handed to him with his order to clean up most of the
stickiness, and grabbed his overnight bag from under the bench. Walking
towards the water, he opened a gate that headed to a floating dock, where
most of the pleasure crafts were tied up. Practicing his sea legs stance,
Mulder inched along the damp platform, making note of each passing dock
number.
At dock 10-11, his body tensed with apprehension, and as his mind worked
overtime on all possible situations, he looked ahead and saw a very gorgeous
private yacht, anchored to the wooden plank numbered 10-13. Briefly, Mulder
thought this was a mistake, that he was heading to a watery grave, that
Scully was right for once; but instead of turning around, he carried
on... his hope moving his feet closer.
Mulder stood at the back of the yacht, keeping a watchful eye out for any
suspicious characters. Not knowing a thing about boats, he estimated the
boat's length at twenty-five feet. If he squinted a little, the craft
resembled a floating UFO while the oval windows matched the shape of alien's
eyes. The boat was a striking presence in the water, but that comparison
impressed Mulder even more. Looking up at the deck, Mulder's breath caught
in his throat.
Returning his gaze from the upper deck, the setting sun highlighting his
hair in bright streaks stood Alex Krycek, Mulder's wayward lover...and now a
proud yachtsman...watching him take it all in.
"She's a beaut, eh Mulder?"
"Yeah..." Mulder, astonished that two beautiful things could exist in the
same place, smiled up at Krycek. "Who'd ya kill to get this?"
"Shh, not so loud. Come aboard and I'll tell you."
As Alex retreated into the cabin, Mulder sucked in a deep breath and exhaled
heavily. Seeing Alex, in khaki cutoffs and shirtless made his cock leap to
attention immediately. For two months, Mulder was unable to touch and kiss
that body; his hand and memories the only thing that gave him relief from
the loneliness. But it was never enough. Now here, on this boat, Mulder
would have the chance to touch, to kiss, to fuck that body into oblivion.
Alex reappeared on the lower deck, beckoning Mulder to step aboard with a
crooked finger and a huge grin. He met his lover at the back of the boat,
grabbed Mulder's bag, throwing it carelessly toward the open cabin door. He
ended his welcome by kissing Mulder deeply on the lips.
"Mmm...you taste like cinnamon. You had a Beavertail, didn't you?" Alex
asked, a happy glint in his eyes. As Mulder nodded, still lost in the after
effects of the kiss, Krycek gave him another chaste kiss hoping for more
Mulder-cinnamon flavouring.
"I love those. I have one every time I'm here. Hard to resist...just like
that mouth of yours. I missed you, Fox."
"I missed you too, Alex. Too much. Don't leave me for that long again,
promise?"
Even though Cancerman was dead, Alex still had loose ends to tie up with the
Consortium, which meant leaving Mulder for periods of time...and leaving him
in the dark. He decided long ago that the less Mulder knew about his
actions, the better off they were... he was. This was the first time a
transaction took longer than a few weeks, and it left Alex desperate to see
his Fox. He arranged this liaison in Halifax, knowing it would be his final
port, but unsure if his services would still be required. Alex hated the
unknown, just as much as Mulder loved the truth, but he was always
resourceful with what he knew. His favourite conquest was standing in front
of him, his lower lip pouting and his eyes full of hope.
"I do what I have to do, Mulder. You know that. Please don't ask me to
promise something that I can't. It's not fair to me...or you."
"I know, but..." Alex stopped the rebuttal with another kiss, this time
giving Fox's ass a playful squeeze.
"Not now. Let me show you this boat. It's incredible!" Alex led Fox through
the cabin door, holding his hand all the way.
The door opened into the salon, the boat‘s den. Like a kid in a candy store,
Alex showed Mulder all the gadgets and creature comforts while he gaped at
the luxuries the boat's hull held. A state of the art stereo system blasted
some heavy metal, then Mozart, ending on a cheesy ballad as Alex flipped
through the dials, expressing his delight with the "incredible bass lines."
Mulder just shook his head, laughing at his lover's enthusiasm. Alex pointed
out the fully equipped kitchen at the back of the boat, mentioning its
cupboards were custom fitted with the latest kitchen equipment; things that
Mulder would have no idea how to operate.
After listening halfheartedly to a report on the engine's power, Mulder knew
that Alex was avoiding the subject of his whereabouts, so he decided to
bring up the topic with a little distraction. After tugging his lover away
from the boat's manual, Mulder ran his hands down Alex's arms, entwining
their fingers together and giving them a slight squeeze.
"Alex. This boat is amazing. I‘m just wondering where you got it?"
"Spain."
Alex recognized Mulder's kiss-and-tell interrogation method right away, but
he knew how to beat Mulder at his own game. He leaned forward to rest his
head on Mulder's shoulder, making sure his hair tickled his lover's earlobe
while his now-loose fingers continuously brushed at the stiff nipples hidden
under the shirt folds. When he heard a mutter of curses, Alex knew that
Spain was no longer on Mulder's mind.
"My favourite place though, is the stateroom."
"The what?"
"Stateroom. Bed room."
Intent on ending any further questioning, Alex moved his roaming hand down
the front of Mulder's pants, teasing the rapidly growing bulge.
"Oh." Being mauled by his lover for the first time in so many months, left
Mulder speechless and completely aroused. He relished the caresses across
his body, and the murmurs of affection spoken in that deep husky voice went
straight to his groin.
Without much effort, Mulder was lead into the master suite, where an
inviting queen sized bed awaited the two lovers.
Alex was conflicted. He wanted to rip Mulder's clothes off, eager to thrust
deeply into his body, bringing them both to quick completion. But he also
needed the comfort he felt when the two of them took their time, bringing
each other off with tender strokes and slow thrusts. Mulder didn't waste any
time letting Alex know what he wanted, as Alex found himself being pulled
into bed, the two of them lying side by side.
"Fuck me, Alex."
Alex grinned lasciviously, bending his head to capture Mulder's lips with
his own. His hand snaked down to fondle Mulder's cock tenting the cotton
dress pants. The moan that reverberated against Alex's lips was music to his
ears. Every sound that came out of that luscious mouth made Alex shudder
with desire.
Unable to keep either of them waiting, Alex slipped further down the bed,
while prodding Mulder to slide his body up to the pillows, giving them more
room to maneuver. Mulder was already a step ahead, his pants unbuttoned and
starting their descent down his slender thighs. Alex breathed in the musky
scent that greeted him as he kneeled above his lover.
Gripping the waistband of Mulder's boxers, Alex pulled them off, taking the
pants along with them. He grabbed the base of the now free cock, licking up
the shaft's underside, stopping just before the weeping slit.
"I never forgot how good you tasted."
Making sure he had Mulder's attention, Alex maneuvered himself on the bed to
pull off his khaki shorts, revealing that he was bare underneath. Smirking
at the expression on Mulder's face, Alex bent down to nibble at the tip of
his erection, soothing his bites with a gentle tongue bath. The deep moans
of appreciation encouraged Alex to increase his attentions to the slick
shaft. His right hand caressed Mulder's inner thigh, working his fingers
toward his opening.
Mulder felt the touches and raised his hips a little, anxious to feel his
body being stretched by the roaming fingers. His wish was soon fulfilled, as
Alex licked his fingers for lubrication and pushed two in to the knuckles.
Sighing at the tightness, Alex wiggled his fingers, loosing the muscles and
causing Mulder to writhe beneath him.
"Alex, please."
The answering brush against his prostate made Mulder yelp in pleasure, and
he clenched his muscles to prolong the sensation. Furthering Mulder's
desperate state, Alex squeezed the base of Mulder's cock as he took the full
length into his mouth.
Alex began sucking earnestly, while Mulder groaned in appreciation, his
hands running through Alex's hair. The fingers in his ass kept hitting his
prostate, causing Mulder to shiver with heightening arousal.
Soft whines coupled with muffled whispers of his name made Alex more aroused
and he doubled his efforts, loosening his grip on the shaft to fondle the
tightening balls beneath it. With another strong brush of his fingers inside
the tight muscle, he had Mulder screaming his name. The resulting climax
shook Mulder as his come filled Alex's mouth, some trickling down his spent
shaft.
Before Mulder‘s breathing was back to normal, the sight of Alex spreading
some of the come from his shaft onto his own made him inhale sharply. A
guttural moan came out when Mulder finally took the chance to breathe.
Grinning, Alex silently raised Mulder's hips to meet his lubricated cock and
pushed in deeply. He bent forward, his tongue lashing out at Mulder's erect
nipples, lavishing them with wet attention.
Squirming under the kisses, Mulder grabbed Alex's head to bring his lips
crashing against his own. Their tongues danced together, as Alex's thrusts
gained strength, pushing him to the edge. Ending his silent exertion, Alex
vocalized his orgasm by letting a loud groan escape his lips. Collapsing on
top of Mulder, Alex let out a contented sigh as his cock slipped out of the
warm sheath of his lover's body.
"Now, that was worth the wait," sighed Mulder, his body satisfied in every
way.
Raising his head from Mulder's belly, Alex pushed a stray lock of hair from
his own forehead and smiled.
"I don't think I could have waited a minute longer. Spain was so lonely
without you."
Mulder raised his eyebrows at the mention of Spain, realizing this may be
the only chance to learn more about Alex's whereabouts. At the same time,
Alex inwardly cringed at his slip up, he didn't want Fox to bring up the
subject.
Pulling Alex up to rest against his shoulder, Mulder cleared his throat and
asked the question Alex was dreading.
"Alex, why were you in Spain?"
"I had business to do," replied Alex curtly, unable and unwilling to give
the answer Mulder wanted.
"Alex, please don't shut me out. I worry about you when you're gone..."
Trying to keep his voice level, Alex spoke barely above a whisper.
"You'd worry more if you knew what I had to do."
"Alex...."
"Please, Fox. No. I can't tell you. I thought we had an understanding. You
don't ask me about where I go, and I..."
"You what? What do I get in return?"
Mulder's voice held resentment and anger, making Alex flinch. Alex expected
this, but not at the intense hostility he felt coming from Mulder. Keeping
his own frustration in line, Alex spoke the only truth he could tell Mulder.
"I do what I can to get back to you alive."
Shocked at the admission, Mulder was speechless for the second time that
night. His mind reeled with pictures of Alex doing horrible deeds, but he
wouldn't accept those as the truth. Not unless Alex spoke of them himself.
Feeling Alex trembling under his arms, Mulder tried to soothe him with a
tight squeeze and a light kiss on his forehead. Mulder felt like an idiot,
pressuring Alex to discuss his actions since it obviously distressed him. He
understood Alex had an arrangement to fulfill, something that didn't please
either of them, but Alex insisted it would only benefit them both in the
future. While murmuring soft words of comfort, Mulder realized that they had
never spoken of a feeling he long ago felt about Alex.
"It's okay, Alex. I love you too much to let you go."
That grabbed Alex's attention. Mulder held back a laugh as Alex bolted out
from under his arm, his jaw dropping in shock.
"Oh, Fox. Do you mean it?"
"Of course I do. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't. Now put that gaping
mouth to better use and kiss me."
Alex stretched over Mulder's body, settling himself down to smother his
lover with a deep kiss. Cupping the side of Mulder's face, Alex pulled away,
licking his lips. Mulder caught the sexual gleam in his eyes, and pulled him
back for another kiss.
Before they got too involved in each other again, Alex paused Mulder's
ministrations with a gentle tug on his ear. Staring into hazel eyes, heavy
with desire Alex returned the gaze.
"I love you too, Fox."
"I know. How else could you put up with me?" Mulder kidded.
Laughing, Alex snuggled back into Mulder's arms, happy to be where he was
and even more pleased at where they were going.
Mulder woke up alone, the empty side of the bed long ago cold. He heard the
faint rumble of the yacht‘s engine, at the same time his body felt the
gentle swaying of the hull. They were on the move, so Alex must be at the
wheel. Curious, Mulder swung out of bed, quickly throwing on his clothes and
headed to the outer deck.
The ocean air was chilly, making Mulder hug himself to keep the shivers
down. He was a bit surprised to see that dawn was approaching, the full moon
losing its battle against the glowing horizon. Looking ahead, Mulder noticed
that they were heading east, toward the rising sun. He smiled at the sight
of Alex at the boat's helm, silhouetted against the golden sky.
Mulder climbed the small set of stairs that would take him to Alex, who
didn't acknowledge him until Mulder's arms wrapped around his waist.
"Mmm. Good Morning."
"It certainly is." Mulder hugged Alex tighter, putting his head on Alex's
shoulder and lightly kissing his neck. "Where are we going?"
"There's a spot I want you to see. It‘s just up ahead."
"Couldn't it wait until later? I need something to get rid of this erection
I'm sporting."
Alex snuggled deeper into Mulder's embrace, rubbing his ass against the
bulge behind him, grinning at the groan he pulled out of his lover.
"You won't have to worry about that much longer. I have the perfect remedy.
Why don‘t you settle yourself in that hot tub over there," Alex pointed
towards the sundeck, "and I'll be right there."
"What? This boat has a hot tub? Why didn't you tell me?" Mulder asked
incredulously.
"It's all part of the surprise. Trust me." Alex sent Mulder on his way with
a loving pat on his ass. "Go on."
Mulder scowled at Alex, causing him to laugh and wave him away. Mulder
couldn't help smiling back, not really upset in the first place.
The hot tub beckoned Mulder over, the warm water gurgling at him. With a
quick glance around, making sure this spot was boat-free Mulder stripped off
his clothes and slid into the welcoming warmth. Unhappy that he couldn't
make out Alex in the dusky shadows, Mulder resorted to staring at the ocean.
He could just make out the dark outline of an outcropping of land ahead.
Within minutes, Mulder heard the engine cut out. The resulting silence was
eerily soothing as the boat gently rocked with the waves. They were stopped
in a secluded bay, the boat facing the eastern shore with not another boat
in sight.
After quickly anchoring the boat, Alex stalked toward the hot tub and his
waiting lover, stripping as he went along. He slipped into the water, wading
into Mulder's outstretched arms. Embracing each other tightly, the two men
kissed passionately, not stopping until both were breathless.
"This isn't helping my problem, Alex." Mulder teased, wondering exactly what
Alex had in mind.
Instead of responding to Mulder's teasing, Alex reached behind him to open
up the wet bar imbedded in the deck. Earlier he stocked it with fresh fruit
and champagne, fully intending to feed his lover the succulent treats...and
to be fed in return.
Grabbing some grapes and a watermelon slice, Alex sat back in Mulder's lap,
swinging the grapes in front of his face.
"What's that for?"
"Breakfast, silly. I don't know about you, but I worked up quite the
appetite last night."
Alex rubbed his ass against Mulder's thigh, causing him to gasp with
pleasure. Alex took the opportunity to press a grape into Mulder's open
mouth, leaving his fingers in to be nibbled as well.
"Mmm. Nice. Another one."
"Yes, master." Alex laughed, serving Mulder grape after grape, his fingers
often being tasted along with the fruit.
When all the stems were empty, Mulder leaned forward, as if to give his
lover a kiss, but instead gently push Alex off his lap.
"Now it's your turn. Sit back."
Mulder took the forgotten watermelon from Alex‘s hand, licking up the sticky
residue as Alex got comfortable against the tub's wall. Mulder was overcome
with renewed desire, as Alex sat with his reddened lips parted slightly,
waiting to be fed. He moaned as he pressed the juicy fruit to those
gorgeous lips, wishing it was his cock instead.
Taking his attention off Alex for a moment, Mulder examined the contents of
the wet bar. Seeing the champagne bottle, he popped the cork and poured a
glass. He took a hearty sip himself before passing the glass to his lover. A
grin spread across Mulder's face when he saw a small basket of strawberries,
a perfect companion to the champagne.
"You thought of everything, didn't you?"
Alex grinned and nodded. "Of course. I was a boy scout once."
Taking one strawberry, Mulder caressed Alex's lips and chin with it, not
letting him take a bite. Alex licked his lips, tasting some of the sweet
juice. He let out a low growl, attempting to persuade Mulder to give him the
fruit, but he was denied the morsel. Instead, Alex watched Mulder put the
strawberry between his lips, his eyes narrowing as the fruit slipped further
into Mulder's mouth. The sight was mind-blowing and Alex couldn't stop
himself from jumping up to capture both Mulder's lips and the berry in a
desperate kiss. He leaned back, satisfied and happily chewing the delectable
fruit.
"Hey...that was mine," remarked Mulder, not at all upset over how he lost a
bite of his breakfast.
"Only you could look so sexy eating breakfast, Fox. I couldn't resist
getting into the action."
The sun was now fully above the hill, adding more light to the secluded
area. The ruby reds and oranges of early morning settled over the two lovers
as they shared glasses of champagne and fed each other the large juicy
strawberries until the basket was empty and their appetites were satisfied.
Alex was still leaning against the hot tub's wall, Mulder sitting between
his legs when Alex let out a small chuckle.
"What's so funny?"
"We haven't moved in so long, I think my leg is asleep. We should get out of
here."
"But it's so warm in here, and cold out there."
Alex wrapped his arms around Mulder‘s waist and gently stroked his stomach,
eliciting a shiver.
"Have you ever made love with the rising sun on your back? Thrusting into
your lover, as the sun's warmth begins to match the heat radiating off the
both of you. As the sun peaks in the sky, so do you, filling your lover with
wet warmth..."
Mulder moaned as Alex's sensual voice painted the blissful scene.
"I want to do that, Alex. God, you make me so hot, talking like that."
"That's why we're here. I want you to...make love to me." Alex's eyes
wandered down Mulder's taut body, resting on his cock bobbing in the water.
"It looks like your problem returned."
To persuade Mulder out of the warm water, Alex stroked his erection and
gently prodded at Mulder's backside with his own swelling cock.
"C'mon, Fox."
Mulder lifted himself out of the tub, shivering as the cooler air hit his
skin. Not wanting to leave the warmth of the tub completely, he sat on the
edge, watching Alex shake out his leg and emerge from the water. Alex's
nipples puckered at the change in temperature, making Mulder moan and bite
his lower lip.
Alex smiled at the sight of Mulder, sitting there shivering with the desire
of warmth and wanting him. He quickly got out of the hot tub, wanting to
fulfill both of Mulder‘s needs. The sun was higher up in the sky, but its
heat couldn't keep the cool ocean air at bay. The deck was warm enough
though, and Alex grabbed a tube of lube he had set aside on a chair before
spreading a towel down.
Mulder watched Alex with hunger in his eyes. The sun's rays were bouncing
off his lithe body, defining the muscles and casting a shadow along the
deck. Silently, Mulder got up to embrace Alex as he stood up, running his
fingers through his wind-swept hair.
"Lie down, Alex. I want to warm us up."
Guiding Alex down, Mulder licked up his collarbone, settling his lips on the
indentation, knowing it was one of Alex's many sweet spots. His attentions
were rewarded with a slight moan and wiggle of hips against his now leaking
erection.
With Alex spread wantonly beneath him, his eyelids heavy with arousal,
Mulder ran his hands down Alex's chest, curling his fingers in the sparse
hair leading toward the dusky cock. Alex arched his back, a contented purr
slipping past his lips. Mulder added his mouth to the ministrations, kissing
and licking along the path his hands had originally took. Soon he had Alex
wiggling underneath him, gasping for breath, and reaching out for Mulder's
cock.
Mulder grabbed Alex's hand before it gripped his cock, gently placing the
hand above its owner's head. Alex groaned, resolved to comply with Mulder's
wishes of hands off...for the moment. Alex knew Mulder could tease him to
completion, but he wanted to be filled by Mulder.
Seeing the lube lying just above Alex's head, Mulder grinned, grabbing the
tube to wave it in front of his lover's face. He opened it under a chorus of
unintelligible mumbles that ended in a deep moan when his lubed fingers
finally rubbed Alex's tight opening.
As he pushed his fingers through the ring of muscle, Mulder took Alex's cock
in his mouth, licking at the weeping slit and sighing at the taste of his
lover. He sucked at it hungrily, wanting to get every last drop, his fingers
still moving in and out of Alex's ass. Alex shook as each stroke of the
slick fingers brushed his prostate, sending bolts of pleasure throughout his
body.
Breathless, Alex grabbed Mulder's hair, roughly pulling his head out of his
lap. His eyes were wild with the need to be fucked, no longer satisfied with
the teasing.
"Stop teasing and just fuck me, Fox!" Alex blurted out as he finally caught
a breath.
Mulder wrenched his hair out of the tight grasp Alex had, and set out to
obey the heated request.
Slicking up his cock with more lube, Mulder positioned himself between
Alex's spread legs, and as he gave another teasing rub to the swollen shaft,
Mulder pushed in to the hilt. Thrusting with wild abandon, Mulder was
encouraged by Alex's loud grunts. Leaning forward to plunge even deeper into
Alex, Mulder felt the radiating heat of their bodies, coupled with the sun
rays on his back and he groaned. It felt exactly as Alex's words made him
envision.
Feeling his orgasm building, Mulder grabbed Alex's cock to milk it along
with his final thrusts. Shuddering, he filled Alex with a hot stream of
come, just as Alex screamed out his own release.
Resting his head on Alex's stomach, Mulder sighed, his body trembling with
the aftershocks of their mutual orgasm. Alex was petting his head in small
circles, content to stay put as long as Mulder had his cock resting inside
him. Neither of them said a word as the sun continued to beat down on their
entwined bodies.
Shielding his eyes from the harsh sunlight, Alex awoke from a deep slumber,
hearing a phone ringing from far away. As he shook the sleep out of his
head, he realized it was his own cell phone, nestled deep in his leather
jacket pocket.
Gently pushing the dead weight of a sleeping Mulder off his lower body, he
got up and padded to the farthest deck chair, silencing the ringing with a
touch of a button.
"Yeah?"
"Your mission is complete. You won't be needed for awhile, but keep this
line open."
With a faint click, the female voice on the other end disappeared. Alex
smiled, glad to be out of the rat race and even more happy that he had Fox
with him.
His smile grew into a grimace though, when he glanced back at Mulder, still
curled up asleep. There was only one thing wrong with having sex under the
hot blaze of the summer sun...Mulder's back was a bright shade of red.
Shaking his head at their foolishness of forgetting sun protection, Alex
sneaked by his burned lover, hoping his medicine cabinet held a bottle of
aloe vera.
Toward the Rising Sun
by Jennifer
You think I only think about you
when we're both in the same room
You think it's only fair to do what's
best for you and you alone
—Call and Answer, Barenaked Ladies
CABLE WHARF HALIFAX
SATURDAY 7 PM
DOCK 10-13
