Fox Mulder was alone in the basement office he and Scully shared. She was
out visiting her family and wouldn't be back until the first week of
January. He was supposed to be on holidays as well. He told himself he was
going into the office for a few hours, just to clean up a few things, then
he would go home. He had to be here; he needed the photocopier. Plus, the
internet connection was faster at work.
He went to his Mom's for Christmas dinner, the invitation shocking the hell
out of him. Usually they just did their own thing. He suspected it was
just to check out her new friend, Ralph. He was nice enough. They had
been together for about four months now. He was a retired truck driver
with a million stories that actually made Mulder laugh. Made his Mom laugh
too. After all these years she was finally happy. Good for her. They
joked and shared a few beers together. Ralph asked Mulder if he had a
special lady in his life.
"Janet Reno," he answered.
This made Ralph roar with laughter, his body shaking, face turning red.
"Janet Reno, that's good, Fox."
Then his mom actually blushed and said, "Oh, Fox."
The warm and fuzzy feeling he had was almost too much to bear. If there was
going to be hugging later, he was going to bolt out the door.
A part of him wished his own father was this way while growing up, joking,
laughing. The normal television type life. His parents were always so
pissed off at each other that the good times were still tense. This was
nice. He liked this Ralph guy. Even so, Mulder did a background check on
him anyway. No arrests, clean financial record, good investments, widower,
former Teamster. If he gave his Mom any trouble, he'd sic Alex on him.
Alex...his Alex. His Alex that he hadn't seen in over a week. He said he
had some personal business to take care of, whatever that was. He had
been hoping for a call, a message, anything from him. Nothing had come in
10 days. Mulder was getting concerned. He hoped he wasn't in trouble
somewhere or anything. Alex's e-mail address changed so often he wasn't
sure which one to use anymore. He had to just sit back and let Alex contact
him when he was ready, which drove him nuts.
Just some background on this case, then I'll go home, he promised
himself. I'm on vacation... yep, vacation. What a vacation.
12:17 p.m.
Mulder yawned and leaned back in his chair. It was quiet down here without
Scully. He had gone for a walk to the cafeteria earlier, and found the rest
of the building was practically empty. Skinner wasn't even around.
He stood up and stretched. Might as well go home now. He logged off his
computer and started to pack up.
There was a knock at the door. "Agent Mulder?"
He turned and looked over to the doorway.
"Hey, Holly. I thought everyone was off this week?"
"Next week for me. This came for you by messenger. He said it's very
urgent."
She held out a manila envelope to Mulder. It had a Rush and two Urgent
stickers on it. He took it from her and started to open it.
"Thanks, Holly."
"You're welcome. Happy New Year, Agent Mulder."
He looked over at her. "Yeah, thanks. You too."
She turned and walked away.
He sat down and shook the contents out on his desk.
Plane ticket, brochure and a note that read Go home and pack, you
workaholic! Dress warm.
Mulder grinned to himself. He checked out the plane ticket—Albany,
leaving tomorrow at 9:30 a.m. The brochure was for a ski resort in the
Adirondacks, upstate New York.
"Private cabins, hot tubs, fireplaces, 30 minutes from Lake Placid, home of
the 1980 Winter Olympics," he said aloud. "Oh Alex, what are you up to?"
December 29th Mulder had butterflies in his stomach. He was sitting in the departure
lounge, his small carry-on bag between his ankles. What the hell was going
on here, he never got nervous. He looked at his watch for the umpteenth
time in the past five minutes. Plane leaves in 25 minutes. He took out
his cell-phone and dialed the number Scully was at.
"Hello."
"Scully?"
"Mulder?"
"Hi."
"What's wrong, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, I'm just calling to let you know that I'm going away and won't be
around for a few days."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going skiing. In the Adirondacks."
"With who?"
"With a friend." Mulder bit his lower lip.
Scully was silent for a minute before continuing, "Do you know how to ski?"
"Of course I do. Well I did. You can't forget, can you?"
"Be careful, Mulder, I'm not wheeling you around in a wheelchair if you
break your legs."
"I'm glad you have such confidence in my athletic prowess, Scully. If I
do break my legs, I'll get one of those motor scooter things. Then you'd
really have to run to catch up to me."
"I'm just saying that Christmas is the time people overexert themselves and
push it too far. Besides, I'd just hop on the back."
"I'm not going to break my legs," he said irritably.
"Okay, okay, just be careful. I'm glad you finally decided to do
something. Last time I talked to you, you were just going to mope around
your apartment for a week."
"I don't mope."
"Yes you do."
The announcement came over the loud speaker that his plane was boarding.
"Listen, my plane is boarding, I have to go. If you don't see me in the
office by January, send one of those St. Bernards after me. Make sure he
has plenty of scotch in that little barrel of his."
Scully laughed. "Will do. Have fun."
"Thanks." He paused. "Happy New Year, Scully."
"Happy New Year to you too, Mulder."
He hit end on his phone and got up to board his plane. At least now if
anything should happen, she had a rough idea of where he was going.
Where the hell is Alex? He looked around one more time before boarding
the plane.
Shit. Maybe he's meeting me in Albany. Must be.
He got to his seat, grateful and surprised that no one was sitting beside
him. The stewardesses closed the door. Still no Alex. They took off.
Still no Alex.
Unless he's going to fly up here and get in the plane by magic, my guess is
I'm meeting him there.
All the way to Albany his stomach turned and twisted. He couldn't eat or
drink anything. He just sat there listening to his music. He read the same
page in a magazine for an hour before flinging it aside.
Why the hell am I so nervous? What the hell is going on? Just because I
haven't seen him in over a week...Wait a minute, I'm not nervous, I'm
excited. Mulder sat back in his seat and smiled to himself before picking
up the magazine again. He shifted in his seat to hide the bulge beginning
in his jeans. Very excited.
Mulder got to Albany and picked up his luggage. Still no Alex.
Maybe I'm supposed to meet him at the resort.
He walked out to get a cab. The cold winter wind bit at his cheeks. He
zipped up his ski-jacket. A white limousine was parked out front. He
looked up the curb and found a cab. Starting to walk over to it, he felt a
hand on his arm.
"Mr. Fox?"
Mulder turned and looked at the man in the driver's uniform.
"Mr. Fox, I'll take your bags for you. Mr. Kay is waiting for you in the
car." He pointed to the limousine.
Mulder tried to look calm, but his mouth twisted into a grin before he could
stop it.
"Mr. Kay is in the car?"
"Yes sir, he specifically pointed you out to me."
Mulder looked over to the limousine. "I'll just get in the car then."
The driver hustled in front of Mulder and opened the door. Mulder got in
and sat across from the other passenger. The driver shut the door behind
him.
There he was in all his glory. Alex. Jeans, leather jacket, in a limo.
"Hey lover," Alex said.
With that simple statement Mulder was hard and aching for Alex.
"Hey." He reached over and touched his knee.
"I've missed you." Alex moved over beside Mulder and cupped his face in his
hand. His thumb dragged along the stubble covering Mulder's jaw.
"I've missed you too," Mulder barely whispered. He could feel Alex's breath
on his cheek. The car started moving.
"We have two hours to kill." Alex's tongue darted out and caressed Mulder's
earlobe.
Mulder could only answer with a sigh.
Alex traced a line with his tongue from Mulder's ear to his mouth.
Hungrily, he kissed Mulder on the lips. His tongue darted inside for a
second, tasting the moist interior.
Mulder was suddenly very warm. He began to unzip his ski jacket.
"Hot?"
"Very."
"Let me help you with that."
Alex removed his own jacket revealing a navy blue t-shirt tucked into his
familiar black jeans. There was a rather large bulge in those familiar
black jeans. He unzipped Mulder's jacket, the sound of the zipper coming
undone making Mulder groan. After removing it, he pulled Mulder's shirt
over his head.
The pressure in Mulder's jeans was immense. How long was he going to have
to wait for release? He whimpered as Alex began tracing a trail from his
jaw line down his neck with his tongue. The feel of Alex's tongue was like
searing fire on his skin. The trail descended from his neck down his chest
where he latched on to one of Mulder's nipples. Mulder sucked in his breath
and wove his fingers through Alex's hair.
Alex knew he was driving Mulder completely mad and enjoyed every second of
it. He ran his tongue over to Mulder's other nipple, teasing it with his
tongue before sucking on it.
Mulder threw his head back and moaned when Krycek's teeth grazed the
hardened nub. Nipping at the sensitive skin there, bringing Mulder harder
and harder until his breaths were coming in short gasps.
Finally, Alex decided they had both had suffered enough. He moved his hands
down to Mulder's jeans, popping the button with one hand. Undoing the
zipper, he continued his journey down Mulder's body with his tongue.
Lifting Mulder's hips, he pulled his jeans and boxers down to his ankles in
one swoop.
"Boxers?"
"It's winter."
"Hmmmm."
Mulder's cock was standing at attention, ready for Alex. The head was
almost purple in the pale light of the limousine. Alex licked the tip,
bringing off it a stream of pre-cum which he lapped up like a kitten at a
saucer of milk.
Mulder whimpered again. This was what he had been waiting for.
Alex licked the head one more time before taking the entire length in his
mouth.
"Mmmmm Alex," Mulder growled.
Alex swallowed the last of the pre-cum, the musky, salty essence of Mulder
invading his senses. He cupped Mulder's balls with one hand while the other
kept Mulder's cock still.
A sigh escaped Mulder's lips as the warmth of Krycek's mouth left his cock.
"I have something better, Mr. Fox."
Alex stripped off his t-shirt before removing his boots and jeans. Naked,
he straddled Mulder, his head just clearing the roof.
He produced a tube of lubricant and pressed it into Mulder's hand. "Get me
ready, lover."
Mulder entered a slick finger into Alex, who moaned at the intrusion.
Loosening the grip of the muscle at the tight opening with his fingers, he
used his mouth to suck on one of Alex's nipples. His other hand went around
to liberally coat his aching cock with lube.
Alex brought Mulder's head up and kissed him on the mouth, passionately. He
had been waiting for this for over a week; he knew he was ready. He lifted
himself up and impaled himself on Mulder's cock. He moaned at the feeling
of pleasure and pain mixed together.
"Oh Fox, you feel so good."
Alex leaned over, resting his head on Mulder's shoulder.
Mulder cupped Alex's ass, helping him up and down. Then he moved one hand
around to stroke Alex's cock.
"Alex. Oh, my Alex," Mulder whispered into his ear.
Alex whimpered at the feeling of Mulder moving in and out of him. Like a
knife scraping a wound, the keen sensation sent shivers up and down his
spine.
They made love as the car sped down the highway, tinted windows shielding
them from the world outside.
Alex could feel his balls tighten, and he knew. He closed his eyes as the
most magnificent sensation washed over him. He could see lights behind his
eyelids as he released himself into Mulder's hand.
"Fox...oh Fox...uuuuuh."
Mulder was not too far behind.
"Alex!" he shouted as he bucked and spent his seed inside Alex's ass. Then
they were still.
They held on to each other, the motion of the car rocking them. Finally
Alex looked at Mulder's face.
"Hi. How was your day?"
"Oh the usual. Flew to Albany, had sex in the back of a limo. Normal
stuff."
Alex got up and removed Mulder from him. Both men groaned at the
sensation. Slowly they cleaned up then put their clothes back on, each
taking his time.
"Would you like a drink?"
"Got any Scotch?"
"21 year old Glenlivet good enough?"
Mulder made a sucking sound. "How did you know?"
"Only the best."
"Speaking of...why the limo?"
"I wanted to have you all to myself for a couple of hours."
Mulder took a sip of his drink. Very nice.
"We have a Blazer up at the cabin to get around."
"Where did you get the money for all of this?"
"I have money, Mulder. Believe me, I made five times more last year than
you did."
"Even with mileage?"
"Even with mileage."
"I'm not even going to ask."
"Good 'cause I wouldn't tell you anyway."
Snow was starting to fall as they reached the cabin. This was no one-room
shack. The facade was wood, what else, being a ski-cabin. The inside,
however, was something else to behold. It came complete with fireplace,
recessed lighting, ceiling fans, stereo, huge television and fully equipped
kitchen. The ceiling went up two stories in the living room to meet the
bedroom/loft on the second level. The interior was knotty pine on the
walls. The furniture was classic but simple.
The driver brought in the bags. Alex paid him and he left. He shut the
door behind him.
Mulder stood there and looked around. A fire was roaring in the fireplace,
and he could smell something cooking in the kitchen.
"Shit," he whispered to himself.
"You like?"
"Yeah. It's...I've never seen a place like this before."
"That's nothing, come up to the bedroom and check out the view."
He grabbed Mulder's bags and went up the stairs to the second level. Mulder
just stood there, staring at the richness of the room.
"Come on," Alex said.
Mulder started up the stairs, noticing how the banister was made out of a
single tree. What he saw at the top of the stairs took his breath away.
The king size cherry-wood sleigh bed was draped in white sheets with a blue
and red plaid duvet. Thick pillows took up almost half of the bed. A Black
Watch plaid cashmere blanket was draped over the end of the bed. The wall
opposite the bed was covered in beige vertical blinds. Recessed spotlights
were imbedded in the ceiling throwing pools of light down onto the plush
beige carpet.
"Check this out," said Alex as he pushed a button and the blinds opened.
The whole wall opposite the bed was one whole long window. A sliding door
on the left side went out to the deck that ran along the side of the cabin.
This looked onto the valley which was covered in snow. Thick evergreens ran
down to a river below. There was not another cabin around them for a good
200 feet on each side. The snow was still falling, giving the whole place a
feeling that it was in a movie.
"On a clear day you can see the ski-hill on the other side of the valley."
Alex went over to where Mulder was standing and wrapped his arms around from
behind.
Mulder was speechless. This was paradise.
"At night, you can lie in bed and watch people night ski with torches in
their hands." He nibbled on Mulder's earlobe.
"How long have you been here?"
"Two days. I wanted to make sure everything was perfect for you before you
came." He started sucking on Mulder's neck.
Mulder turned to face him. "Two days? Why didn't you call sooner?"
"It was Christmas. Not only was it impossible to book a flight but
everything was closed up here until yesterday."
"I'm afraid to touch anything."
Alex laughed. "It's okay, we're paying good money to be here, make yourself
at home."
"My home never looked like this."
"The bathroom is pretty cool too." He led Mulder by the hand to the room
next door.
A two-person tub with whirlpool jets shared the same window as the bedroom
did. It also had a shower enclosure. Fluffy white towels were everywhere.
Two white robes hung on pegs beside the door.
"Must be a bitch to keep clean."
"They come twice a day."
"Who?"
"The people who take care of this place. They come to clean in the morning
then bring over supper in the mid-afternoon and put it in the oven. I told
them to come over early on account of I thought you would be hungry."
Mulder was silent, still looking out the window at the scene outside the
window. A couple of people on snowmobiles raced on the riverbed below.
"Fox? Are you hungry?"
"Uh, yeah. Hungry."
"Let's eat."
That afternoon and the next day were spent skiing and lounging in the
Jacuzzi to soothe their worn, sore muscles. The nights were spent making
love in the large bed, blinds open, bathing their entwined bodies in
sparkling moonlight. Waking in each other's arms, they would make love
again, the brilliant sunlight peeking over the hills, enveloping them in a
golden warmth.
New Years Eve Alex nearly pushed Mulder through the front door of the cabin. They had
been skiing all day between throwing snowballs at each other. Both men were
practically covered in snow.
"Mulder, I did not hit that tree!"
"Yes you did! I heard you."
"You were half way down the mountain; how could you hear anything?"
"I'd know that groan anywhere," Mulder chuckled.
"I didn't hit the tree. I might have grazed it, but I didn't hit it."
Mulder moved over to kiss his lover. He wrapped his arms around the man
before him, still clad in his skiing gear. "Last one in the Jacuzzi's a
rotten egg." He kissed his lover again.
"It will have to be a short soak," Alex said between kisses.
"Why?"
"We have plans for tonight."
Mulder pulled away "What do you mean?"
"It's New Year's Eve. There's a party up at the main lodge. I have
procured two tickets for this evening's festivities." He kissed Mulder
again. "Black tie. Cocktails at seven."
"Black tie? I don't have a tuxedo."
"Yes, you do." Alex's eyes sparkled. "There's one in the closet,
upstairs."
"You thought of everything, didn't you."
"Yes, I did, lover." His mouth closed over Mulder's again.
The snow started falling heavily outside as Mulder undid Alex's jacket. A
trail of clothes showed their progress up the stairs to the bedroom.
Neither man noticed the gathering storm outside.
6:45 p.m.
"It looks pretty blustery out there," Mulder said as he pulled the curtains
back. He chipped away at the ice that had formed on the inside of the
window. He turned to look at Alex coming down the stairs, and his breath
left him. Black tuxedo, crisp, white shirt. His eyes were bright green and
had this confident look in them that made him all the more sexy. He looked
good enough to eat. Mulder's cock twitched, and his jaw dropped for a
second before he smiled.
"You look amazing."
Alex looked down at himself. "See, I can clean up when I want to."
Mulder traced his finger along Alex's clean shaven jaw before kissing him on
the lips.
Alex pulled away quickly and looked up at his lover through his lashes.
Mulder looked incredibly sexy right now, and if he kissed him again, he was
going to throw him down on the floor and fuck him right here.
"You look...incredibly good." Alex sighed.
Mulder moved in to kiss him again.
"Mulder, we should go. We don't want to be late." Alex put on his coat,
scarf and gloves. "I'll go see if we can get out of the driveway. If I
don't come back in twenty minutes, send a search team for me."
Mulder snorted and shook his head as he pulled on his own coat.
Alex was back in ten, covered almost head to toe in snow. "Well, we're
snowed in. Shit!"
"We can't get out at all?"
"The truck is blocked, the road hasn't been plowed. The radio said to stay
inside. I'm sorry, Fox."
"What? So I spend another New Year's Eve watching Dick Clark, big deal."
Mulder took off his coat and flung it on the chair, then moved to remove his
tie.
"No." Alex grabbed his hand.
"No?"
"No. I want us to have a proper, nice New Year's Eve. This is supposed to
be special."
"It is special, I'm with you." Mulder wiped the melted snow from Alex's
forehead.
Alex smiled. "Don't move."
Mulder stood there watching as Alex removed his outerwear then pulled the
couch back, making a large space between it and the fireplace.
"Alex...?"
"For dancing."
"Dancing?"
"It's New Year's Eve, Mulder. You have to dance."
"Sure, whatever." Mulder laughed.
He came over to Mulder and ran his thumb along his lower lip before kissing
him. "I told you, I want this to be special. Now sit down and wait for me,
I'll be back in a minute."
Mulder sat down on the couch. He could hear Alex rummaging in the kitchen,
then the tinkle of glass and the pop of a cork. Suddenly, a hand appeared,
offering him a glass of champagne.
"Thank you."
"Just a couple more things, then I'll join you."
Mulder sat back, sipping his champagne, watching as Alex started a fire,
then dimmed the lights. He also put on some low, sexy music on the stereo.
Finally he joined Mulder on the couch.
"That's much better, don't you think?" Alex asked, sipping from his own
glass.
"Yes, it's very nice. Thank you, Alex."
"You're welcome, love." Alex kissed Mulder once again, feeling a spark as
their lips came together. He broke away and smiled at him before cuddling
up against his shoulder.
They sat, drinking their champagne, watching the fire, enjoying each other's
company until Alex spoke.
"Dance?"
"Uh..."
"What?" Alex stood up and extended his hand to Mulder.
Mulder took his hand. "Only if I get to lead."
"Sorry, I asked you to dance, I lead."
Alex pulled Mulder up and held him in his arms. They slowly swayed to the
music, hands running over each other's backs.
"This is nice," Mulder said as he reached down to cup Alex's ass.
"Yes, it is," Alex whispered back. He could feel the bulge in his trousers
get harder and harder with every sway of their hips. Biting his lip, he
could barely keep from moaning. He could smell Mulder's aftershave mingling
with the scent that was his own, driving him wild.
Mulder could feel Alex's hardness press against his thigh, sending a bolt of
electricity through his body. He kissed Alex's neck, working his way up to
nibble on an earlobe.
Alex sighed as Mulder's tongue teased his ear, running along the delicate
skin. He turned his head and caught Mulder's mouth with his own. Kissing
him strongly, his tongue entered the sweet, warm cavern before him.
Mulder's hands came up and undid Alex's tie, flinging it aside. He then
proceeded to take off his jacket. Stepping away from Alex, he placed it
along with his own on the couch. Coming back, he brought the blanket that
was draped over the back of the couch and laid it on the floor. He stood
before Alex and took his hands in his own before bringing him in for another
sweet kiss.
Alex ground his hips into Mulder's as his hands flew over the studs in his
shirt, undoing them one by one. He then undid Mulder's cummerbund and tie
and flung them over his shoulder. He stood back, eyes glittering in the
light from the fire before ripping Mulder's shirt open and off.
Mulder gasped as Alex's mouth descended on his left nipple. His hands
reached over to pull Alex's shirt out of his trousers. He undid the studs
on his shirt as Alex nipped a trail over to Mulder's other nipple. He
moaned, and his hands ceased their motion for a second as his right nipple
was now being assaulted by Alex's tongue. Finally the shirt was undone.
Alex stood to face his lover again as he felt the last stud come undone and
fall to the floor. He held Mulder's face in his hands as he kissed him, his
tongue running over the other man's lips.
Slowly, Mulder ran his hands up Alex's muscular torso and chest, up and over
his shoulders, taking the shirt with him. The shirt dropped to the floor
alongside the clothes already lying there.
Alex threw his head back as Mulder leaned in and sucked the side of his
neck. He felt a shiver run up his spine as Mulder moved down and nibbled
just above his collarbone, marking him, making him his own. Alex's hands
moved down to Mulder's trousers, undoing the clasp on the belt closure, then
the zipper. He pushed them down, and they fell to the floor. He reached
inside the silk boxers and caressed the velvety hardness underneath,
gathering some of the pre-cum on his thumb. He brought the thumb up and
licked the moisture from it, tasting Mulder's essence. He then brought
Mulder's mouth up to his own, sharing with him his own taste.
Mulder stepped out of the pants and kicked them away. He then knelt before
Alex and undid the clasps holding the wool crepe to his lower body. He slid
them off of his lover, revealing his tented underwear. Mulder pressed his
face to the bulge, drinking in Alex's scent before pulling the thin silk
off.
Alex leaned his head back again as Mulder nuzzled his cock and balls with
his cheek. He felt as Mulder's tongue darted out and licked along the shaft
and suckled at the tip for a minute. Alex put his hand on Mulder's head to
steady himself.
Mulder brought Alex down to him on the blanket. The last remaining clothes
were removed, both men now completely naked. They lay together,caressing
and kissing each other, feeling each other's bodies, the smooth skin
covering the hard muscle. From the heat of the fire, as well as their
passion, both men were quite warm.
Mulder licked down Alex's jaw to his neck. He stopped and teased the mark
he left there earlier before continuing down to Alex's nipples. He probed
one with his tongue, blowing on it, sucking on it, nipping at the sparse
hairs that surrounded it.
Alex arched into Mulder's touch, weaving his fingers in his hair.
Mulder moved lower, snaking a trail down Alex's torso with his tongue. His
skin was so soft, the hairs that covered his belly so fine. The crisp, dark
curls that were next were heavenly, laden with his scent, his erection
surrounded by them.
Mulder caressed the hardness with his fingers first, then his tongue. He
licked from base to tip where he sucked on the head, as he did earlier. He
heard Alex moan as he teased the slit in the top with his tongue. Finally,
he engulfed him, sucking on it, swirling his tongue around and around.
Krycek grabbed the blanket in his hands. Mulder's mouth was sent from
heaven. He breathed deeply as sweat prickled all over his body. It was so
warm, so wet, so good. Then it was gone.
"I want you, Alex, I want you bad," Mulder whispered as he kissed up Alex's
chest to his mouth. Mulder felt a tube of lubricant being pressed into his
hand and smiled.
"You think of everything, don't you, Skippy?"
"Always be prepared." He kissed his lover again, his tongue moving past the
lips into the moist cavern, teasing the tongue that was there. He broke
away as he felt two of Mulder's fingers enter him, gasping.
"It feels so good, so good," he moaned.
Mulder added one more finger, easily stretching the other man to accommodate
him. After a minute, Alex was bucking against the fingers in his ass,
digging them deeper inside him.
"You ready, Skippy?"
"I'm ready, Fox. I want you. I want you inside me."
Mulder lifted Alex's legs onto his shoulders, caressing and kissing them as
he slicked up his ready cock. He leaned forward and entered himself into
his lover's hot channel, relishing every moment of the heat that surrounded
his cock. When he was fully imbedded in his lover, he leaned over and
gathered him in his arms, kissing him, caressing him. Finally, Mulder began
moving in and out of Alex, grinding his erection between their torsos.
Alex moaned as Mulder hit his prostate over and over again. He looked into
his eyes for a moment, seeing the love, the passion in them, before closing
them again as another wave of ecstasy washed over his body.
Mulder moved up and grabbed Alex's cock in his hand, stroking it in tempo
with his thrusts. He wanted this to last forever. He pumped harder, sweat
forming on his upper lip.
Alex was close; he held on as long as he could, but it was too much. He
arched his back as he came, coating each of them with his hot fluid.
"Oh, god, Fox! Fox!"
Mulder was not far behind, Alex's muscles clenching around his cock.
"Yeah, Alex. Oh, my Alex."
Mulder collapsed on top of his lover, panting, embracing him.
"I love you, Alex, I love you so much." He kissed him at length, his lover
unable to answer him. Finally, they broke apart, Mulder caressing Alex's
face.
They lay there, joined, not wanting to break the bond between them until the
last second. After awhile, Mulder's limp cock slipped from Alex. Grabbing
a strategically placed towel, Alex cleaned them up before kneeling in front
of Mulder.
"I love you too, Fox."
He took Mulder's face in his hands and kissed him again before they settled
down on the blanket.
Firelight danced across the two bodies entwined on the blanket spread on the
floor. The snow fell, and wind wailed outside, but in here it was warm.
Mulder wrapped his arms more tightly around Alex and kissed the top of his
head. After all they'd been through together, this made up for everything.
He could hear Alex's breathing deepen as he nodded off. Mulder caressed the
dark hair before kissing Alex's head one more time. A smile crossed his
face as he started to drift off. This was perfect.
"Happy New Year, Alex," he whispered before drifting off to join his lover
in sleep.
THE END
Nyd
by Nicole S
December 28th
9:50 a.m.
9:04 a.m.
4:37 p.m.
