The clerk at the desk new to the routine and in his had he held the key to
the room. He quickly opened the door and stepped inside the room was
completely, pitch dark.
"hey babe a voice called out to him.
He loved the sound of his lovers voice it made little pin prickels up and
down his spine. His tone was melodus like waves crashing across the rocks at
high tide. He began to hurriedly remove his clothes, he couldn't wait to
feel his lovers skin to his skin, chest to ches,t groin to groin Leg to leg
he could get never get enough of this feeling of his silken skin warm and
inviting. When he was naked he slid under th sheets and up against the warm
body that awaited him. Yes, he'd want this, it had been to long since they
were last together.
He wanted to speak to him again to hear his voice. He had missed it so but
was interuped by loud cries of the couple in the room next to theres. The
cries and yells sounding out through the thin walls of the motel rooms. His
lover pounded against the walls on their side and soon the over eager couple
quieted.
"Sorry babe."
His lover kissed his reply away and soon he was lost in a heady sensation.
His manhood hardened at the feel of this man beside him. A throbbing pulse
that ached, but it was a good ached and their was only one way it could be
relived. Only one man could fulfil his need, quinch his desire bringing him
to an apex in the highest thoes of passion felt....
"Hey, slow down, you'll finished before we even start."
"Sorry babe."
He cling to his lover panting heavily undulating his hips in time to the
rhythm older that time itself. Soft kisses were reign upon his lips across
his chin, a tongue swap across his ear in that one spot that never failed to
make him feel as if he were wading through water. His lover kissed both his
eye lids and th tip of his nose. Hands caressed his neck and shoulders while
a hot mouth teased his nipples bringing them to point. His manhood harded
even more even more he felt his lover throbbing cock against his thigh. He
moaned low in his throat he could hardly wait until the harded cock entered
him long and thick, hard and deep. But it seems his lover did not want to
hurry but would drag this out for as long as he would until either of them
could hold back their desire any longer until it exploded out of control.
The kisses continued down across his stomach, the muscle tighted from this
slightest tough, he didn't know it but he began to whimper wanting his lover
to take him in his mouth. The moist warm cavern around his mantool of
desire.
"Please" he begged please but to no avail his lover moved on to kissed the
indides of his thighs he moved his hand lower to tickle the bottom of his
feet. Anything and everything but what he most wanted and when he though he
could take no more he felt it. The moist tongue gliding over his balls first
one, the n the other filled his lovers mouth. He bathed them both feeling
them tighten then released them from his mouth. The mouth engulf his penis
in one swallow and he cried out 'yes' It began to suckle him and lick him
alternating between both sensations bringin him close to the edge whe he was
abruptly released. He moaned sorrowfully at the loss of that feeling. He
felt his lover move over him "Are you ready?" he asked.
—Yes, yes take me-
He felt the cool slick of lube touch that special part of him. A finger
smoothed the tight ring and he willed his body to relax. One finger moved
inside him ,later followed by a second that widened him for his loves entry
to his body. He wanted his lover to hurry, to take him, to makes him his, to
own him. Again the voice asked, "are you ready?' "Yes Alex takeme, take me" he cried. "Alex? Who the fuck is Alex?'
"You baby, who else? Don't' play games, I want you bad"
'No, I want ot know who the fuck Alex is!"
"Baby, please come on...foxy wants to play.." he hoped to smooth his green
eyed lothorio . His soothing talk was thrown by th bright light that
flooded the room. While he blinked away to focus his eyes his love spoke
again.
"Who the hell are you?"
He saw confusion in the eyes of his beloved. "Alex?"
"No. My name is Vic. Vitor Mansfeild and what are you doing in my room?'
Before he coul speak a loud voice could be heard in the room next to theirs.
"Who the hell is Mulder?"
Lover Mine?
by Margeaux Van Gogh
It was the same motel they always used. Old and rundown, but it was the only
place no one would think to look for them. They certainly couldn't let it be
known that they were lovers it was far to dangerous. So are often as they
could they met here at the Happy—go-Lucky motel. He really hated that
name, he hated the motel even worse But he would go to any lenghts to be
with his only true love. The man for which he would scale the tallest
mountains, face armed assasins, uhmm......even Scully(and he really didn't
want to do that.. she was scary)
