Until Mulder went to Little Rock on a case. I missed him. God dammit. I'd
fucked the man a half dozen times. And now I was missing him.
He'd been gone all week. Coming home on Friday. At least according to the
files I'd hacked from the Bureau travel agent... Thursday night I finally
cracked and phoned his hotel. It was about 11 P.M. in Arkansas. I was more than
a little nervous about calling him, but I wanted to hear his voice.
"Mulder."
"Hey, it's me."
"Hey." He didn't even ask how I knew where he was.
"Is it okay that I called?"
"Yeah. I was just lying here with my hand in my shorts."
"Smut on pay per view?"
"Nope. Apparently that's too sophisticated for Motel 6."
"You wanna hear a bedtime story?"
Mulder didn't answer for a long pause. "You know, Alex, with your damned
sexy-ass voice you could read the phone book and I could get off."
Sweet. That alone was worth the call.
"Mulder, take off your shorts. If I'm going to tell you a story I want you
naked."
A few muffled sounds and he replied, "Done."
"What kind of story do you want? Boys? Girls? Mutants or something?"
"It all works for me, Alex. Be creative."
"Hmm... okay. Let's see. You're in the cabin of a ship—you know the
ocean-going kind. It's a pirate ship. You're lying naked on a quilt."
"How'd I get there?"
"It's just a story, Mulder. Not an X-File."
"But I got there somehow."
"Fine. You were in Loch Ness, looking for Nessie. The last thing you
remember is that your tiny little boat—you know those Bureau travel
budgets—was shattered to pieces by a storm. You wake up in what has to be the
captain's quarters. Okay, now?"
"'kay."
"You jacking off?"
"Not very seriously. You haven't gotten to the good part yet."
"Whose fault is that?"
"Okay, okay. Continue. Please."
"You can feel the rocking motions of the ship. And then you hear the sound
of the door opening... A big, tall, blonde, Viking type comes in."
"Blonde, huh?"
"It's Loch Ness, Mulder. Think Viking raiders."
"Can he at least have emerald green eyes?"
I felt a sudden tightness in my throat, and for a minute, I couldn't speak.
How could this beautiful man have gone untaken for so long?
Un-fucking-believable that he wanted Alex Krycek in his fantasy.
"Alex?"
"Yeah, he can have green eyes." I clear my throat. "Okay, so the big,
green-eyed Viking marches in. He's dressed rather like a pirate, but his shirt
is open so you can see his muscular pecs. Kind of like Skinner with blonde
hair. You can't help but notice the prominent bulge in his pants."
"But, of course," Mulder replies with a chuckle.
I liked the sound of his laugh. And I can't believe I'm telling Fox Mulder
a pirate story. "He puts a thick hand on your shoulder. 'My boy's awake,' he
says in a low voice. 'I'm not your boy!' you shriek back at
him."
"I do not shriek."
"Yeah, you said it just like that."
I could hear his frown over the phone. Now I had to make him
laugh again.
"Sven—that's the blonde guy, right?—crosses his arms on his chest
defiantly. 'I'm the captain of this ship. I pulled you out of the water. You
belong to me. You want me to throw you back in?' You cleverly reply, 'Uh, no.'
'Good. Then you belong to me.' 'Just what are you planning on doing with me,
Captain?' Sven strokes your butt with a meaty paw and raises an eyebrow. You
jump up from the bed and stand to face him. 'I'm not that kind
of boy.'"
"I wouldn't say that."
"It's my story. Shut up and enjoy it."
"Bossy."
"Pushy."
"You know, Alex, when you're talking my parts your voice is different. It's
a bit higher and kind of monotone."
I roll my eyes. "Sven grabs you by the shoulders. He outweighs you by about
80 lbs and it's all muscle, so you can't really fight him off. He throws you
face down on the bed. Holding you down with one hand at your mid-back, he
starts smacking your bare ass. You cry out, 'Hey! Stop that!' And he says, 'I'm
not stopping until you admit that you're my boy.' You reply, 'Not in your
lifetime, buddy.' Then he hits your butt really hard. You call out, 'Ow! That
hurts.' Sven says, 'Say it!' You resist for a long time, but he's not holding
back on the blows any more and your ass is on fire, so finally you say in a
whimpering voice filled with resentment, 'All right, I'm your boy.'"
"I'm kind of a wuss in your story, Alex."
"You're a cabin boy, Mulder. Get over it." I switch the phone to the other
ear. "You beating off?"
"Yeah, but at this rate-"
"Hold your dick, I'm getting there! So Sven stops spanking you. You notice
with dread that he's taking his clothes off. As he drops his trousers, he pulls
out a dick that's about twice the size of yours."
"Isn't that a bit much?"
"It's a fantasy, Mulder. The cocks are always huge."
"As long as it doesn't hurt too much..."
"In a fantasy it always hurts, but never too much."
"'kay." His voice sounded juvenile. Of course that fit the reading level of
my story.
"Sven tosses you a bottle of aromatic oil. 'Put it on me, boy.' You reply,
'But, um, Captain. Sir?' You point at his dick. 'That's going to hurt.' He pats
you on the head."
"Is this supposed to turn me on? 'He pats me on the head.'
What're you thinking, Alex?"
"It's my story, Mulder. When you tell a story you can have Sven pat me on
the head. Besides you said that my voice was enough to get you
off. My story is certainly better than the phone book. Johnson, Adam. Johnson,
Alan. Johnson, Allen. Ahem . I think I've made my point. Now back
to Johnson, Sven... Sven pats you on the head and says in a booming voice,
'Don't worry boy, you can handle it.' Reluctantly, you apply the oil to his
mammoth erection. Then he says, 'Get yourself ready, boy.' So you get up on all
fours, oil up your fingers and reach back to lube yourself."
"That's rather humiliating."
I breathe for a moment. "It's fucking hot, Mulder, imagining you doing that
to yourself. I'm jacking off here."
"Um, Alex, what are you wearing?"
"Not a thing. And neither is our cabin boy. You slide one oiled finger
inside yourself and then a second. Just fucking yourself like that, on your
long beautiful fingers, you let out a desperate moan. Sven's fat dick is
starting to seem like a really good idea. Your fingers glide in and out of your
sweet ass, making you so needy your butt is starting to quiver. Sven is
practically drooling over you. He finally calls out, 'Enough, boy.' You remove
your fingers and look up at him longingly. He pounces on you, knocking you flat
on your belly. Sven's strong fingers pry open your round, white butt cheeks.
His fat cock head teases your anus for a minute, before he pushes it into you."
I was losing it there for a moment, starting to stroke myself faster. Jeez.
"Alex?" His voice is heavier somehow. "Don't. Stop."
"You groan and lift your butt eagerly as he shoves his cock deep into your
ass. His dick is impossibly long and thick. You've never felt anything like it.
He thrusts into you fast and hard, the weight of his body threatening to send
you careening head first into the head of the bunk. Oh, fuck!"
I struggle to keep the phone at my ear while I shoot wildly onto my chest.
Finally I retrieve the phone and manage to speak, "You still there, Mulder?"
"More or less." I could tell by his weak voice that he'd come, too.
"You came already? I didn't get to hear you."
"Hearing you is what brought me off."
"Not my great story?"
I swear to god he giggled into the phone. "Aren't you going to finish it?
You can't leave me there like that."
"Well... okay. You cry out, 'Take me! My ass belongs to you, Sven!' Then
you begin to climax. With a deep groan, Sven shoots his load into your tight
little butt."
"That's it?"
"And you live happily ever after as Sven's cabin boy."
"That was the dumbest story I've ever heard."
"Yeah. Sorry. I don't know what came over me." I was more
than a little embarrassed about it.
"But," Mulder continued, "it got very hot at the end. Thanks,
Alex." The way he says 'thanks,' is half sarcastic, but there's warmth in it
too.
"My pleasure." I felt like a high school boy. I haven't felt like this in a
long time.
The tone in his voice shifted. "It's good to hear from you."
Now I was really embarrassed. "Uh, yeah... You, uh, gonna be back in D.C.
soon?" As if I didn't already know.
"Tomorrow night."
"Maybe I'll see you on Saturday?"
"Yeah, that would be nice."
"You better get some sleep. Night, F—" I couldn't say it. He'd never let
me call him that. "Good night."
"Night."
Shit. I told Fox Fucking Mulder a pirate story.
I wrapped my arm around myself and fell asleep with a smile on my face.
27 April 2000 A special thanks to beta-man Alex for pointing out that "I am a rock" Krycek
becomes a marshmallow by the end of the story. Another strong man taken down
by those dreaded emotions...
Reach Out and Touch Someone
by Louise Wu
I am a rock. No one touches me. I fuck with a lot of feeling. It's the burning
intensity of sex that gets me off. But I don't allow anyone past the boundaries
of my body. Even when I finally nailed the man I'd been lusting after for
years, it was still just sex.
