Garden of Eden
The air, thick with heat and humidity, made the man breathe a little more
heavily than usual. If this were daytime, he could have seen his own naked,
tanned skin glistening with sweat.
He looked through a camera attached to a tripod and adjusted the focus
slightly. His hand then returned to where it had just been, moving lazily
up and down his hard cock. His fingers paused for a second to tease just
under the head. The movements were well practiced; he didn't even have to
think to give himself the pleasure he needed.
The fan ruffled the curtains again. It turned away, its breeze flapping
many unframed pictures crudely tacked to the wall. Pushing the hot air from
one place to another, it offered the man no real comfort.
A car drove below the window, the sound of its motor filling the room before
disappearing, leaving nothing but the sound of skin slapping against skin
and the tick of the fan.
He moaned and increased the pace of his hand while squeezing hard. His
breath came in gasps, finally holding it in as the exertion and restraint
took thier toll to reach his ultimate goal. All he needed was just a little
more. Taking a steady stance, he moved his hips, fucking his hand until he
came with a few moans and a loud breath. Fluid ran over his knuckles and
spattered the floor. A drop was caught by the fan, hurtling it toward the
pictures on the wall where it landed with a soft splat.
The man flopped down into a chair and wiped the sweat off his face with a
nearby discarded piece of clothing. Then he cleaned his cock.
He leaned back in the chair in the darkness, sitting there until his
breathing returned to normal.
Slowly, he stood and stretched. He scratched his now deflated balls and
made his way to the back of the room where he exited through a door, leaving
the curtains and pictures to flutter without him.
Mulder braced his arms against the wall of his apartment and leaned forward,
stretching his hamstrings. He felt the comfortable pull in his muscles and
sighed.
Sweat dripped off of him just from this mild exertion. Today had been a
scorcher. It was still incredibly hot, even though the sun had gone down
over an hour ago.
The air conditioner in the window tried in vain to deliver its luke-warm air
into the apartment. The machine whined and moaned in protest, threatening
to give up at any moment. Silently, Mulder stretched, oblivious to the
distress of the machine. His thoughts, as always, were on his job.
After Mulder finished warming up, he left his apartment and went downstairs.
He started running up the sidewalk at a fast jog, the air still and thick
with humidity. He didn't continue at that pace for long.
Gasping, he slowed down. He knew he shouldn't be running at all in this
weather. The smog alone would probably give him lung cancer within a week.
But, as with his job, he dedicated himself and had to do it.
He'd tried to run at the gym, but the oval track was boring. The treadmills
seemed pointless. He felt like a hamster on a wheel. At least outside he
actually went somewhere.
After a short time, he fell into his familiar pace. He ran toward the park,
the rhythm of his heart and the sound of his footfalls his only companion.
Running at night always excited Mulder. When he was a kid, he'd often climb
out of his window and walk around his neighbourhood, thrilled that everyone
was asleep but him. There was always that exhilarating fear in the back of
his mind that the boogeyman or Jack the Ripper would be hiding around the
next corner ready to jump out at him.
// Or Krycek.//
Mulder laughed out loud. Krycek had been in his thoughts since they'd had
their 'encounter' in that hotel room a few months ago. He'd also been in
Mulder's fantasies every night.
After waking up alone, Mulder had tried to find Krycek but had no luck.
He'd even had the Lone Gunmen try their hand, but all of their trails had
gone cold. It was as if Krycek had fallen off the face of the earth.
That thought distressed Mulder for some reason he couldn't consciously
explain. He couldn't miss someone he hardly knew. He couldn't miss someone
who had killed many without a hint of remorse. How could he miss someone
who had betrayed him and angered him beyond belief?
The feel of Krycek's smooth skin and hard cock still lingered on his hands
after all this time. The taste of Krycek's lips never forgotten. After he
had woken in that hotel room, Mulder had taken the bar of soap that Krycek
had used to wash himself and put it away in his collection of many things.
Recently, he'd tried to find it but couldn't remember which box he had put
it in and reluctantly gave up.
He wanted to smell that hotel soap again. He wanted to be in that shower
with that man again. The man who gave him nothing but alternating grief and
pleasure. When Krycek had taken both of their cocks in his hand and started
stroking, Mulder had been beside himself with joy. Krycek had known exactly
where to touch, where his hot spots were. He knew him as well as Mulder
knew himself.
Mulder groaned out loud and pushed the thoughts from his mind. It was hard
enough running in this heat; he didn't need a hard on to inhibit him
further. He concentrated on his pace, taking the path into the park,
ignoring the city works sign that stated the park was closed from dusk to
dawn.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, and Mulder wondered if the rain would cool
things off or just add to the humidity. Sweat poured off of him, flowing
down the back of his neck and soaking his clothes. He wiped his brow with
his arm as he continued through the park, at a slower jog.
Reaching the end of the path, he started down a sidewalk along a wooded
drive. The municipal flower gardens were to the side. The sweet smell of
the many blooms wafted up into his nostrils. Mulder inhaled the sweet
scent, remembering something that made him smile.
Suddenly, he stopped, overwhelmed by the thick aroma. He leaned forward
then stretched back and shook his legs.
Thunder boomed again. Mulder quickly went over to the small shed next to
the garden, where a hose was attached to a spigot. He just needed a quick
drink then he'd head home and hopefully miss the rain.
There was a dim light coming from the back of the shed where the door was.
This gave him just enough illumination to see without straining his eyes.
He reached out toward the tap, but found himself flat on his back and
something heavy on top of him.
Mulder was shocked. He'd run through here dozens of times and never been
mugged.
"Get off me!" he sneered.
He struggled and tried to fight but found his arms pinned above his head.
He wished for his gun at that moment. It was dark here in the shadows, and
he couldn't see a thing.
"Hot enough for you?"
Mulder stopped fighting and smiled, despite himself. The voice was husky
and low and made his cock twitch.
"What the hell is this, Krycek?" Mulder said, trying to sound tough.
"Just stopping to smell the roses."
Lightning flashed, giving Mulder a chance to see Krycek's face silhouetted
against the cloudy sky.
"Why don't you smell me, instead?" Mulder nearly groaned. That had to be
the cheesiest thing he'd ever said in his life. For some reason, Krycek
brought out the gangly teenager he once was.
Krycek snorted and laughed.
Mulder waited for Krycek to say something else to him and probably make fun
of him. Instead soft lips pressed against his own. Mulder couldn't contain
his shock and moaned.
He breathed in as he kissed Krycek, inhaling his musky scent mixed with the
flowers beside them. The combination was intoxicating. When they had last
met, Krycek had been clean from the shower and smelled of soap and shampoo.
But now, Krycek's own smell was wonderful.
The grip on his wrists slowly lessened, and Mulder now used his hands to
caress the body on top of him. A shock ran through him as he realized
Krycek was naked.
Then the weight was gone. He sat up and cool water brushed his lips.
Mulder drank from the hose until he had his fill. The water was shut off,
and Krycek came back to him.
Mulder wanted to ask why Krycek was naked in the middle of the gardens when
it was about to storm, but he knew the answer already. And somehow he
didn't mind. He just took Krycek into his embrace.
Their mouths connected. Lips and tongues moved over each other. Hands
stroked skin. Mulder's meager clothing was removed. Now both men were
naked, allowing Mulder to feel Krycek's hot, sweaty skin against his own.
Mulder wondered if this was a dream. If he'd wake up in the morning with
sticky sheets and frustrated morning wood only to be relieved by his own
hand.
The sky blazed bright for a moment, making Mulder jump. Seconds later,
thunder boomed overhead.
Krycek laughed into Mulder's ear then kissed it. Krycek was on top of him
again. But now he was rubbing their cocks together, clearly arousing them
both.
If this was a dream, it was very damn real.
Mulder gasped as Krycek's hand came around both of their cocks and started
stroking them both.
"What are we doing, Krycek?"
Krycek released his grip and straddled Mulder's chest.
"What we've always wanted to do."
Mulder was going to ask another question but found Krycek kissing it away.
"You think too much," Krycek said. "Just enjoy this."
Mulder frowned as his hair was smoothed back. Soft lips peppered his
forehead with kisses. He was suddenly scared. Where would this lead once
it was over? Would Krycek abandon him again?
Krycek stopped kissing him. "What's the matter?"
Mulder looked up. The smell of ozone hung in the air as lightning cracked
overhead. The storm was nearly upon them. The wind picked up and blew
everything around.
His eyes now accustomed to the darkness allowed Mulder to see Krycek's face.
He wore that sexy smirk that he'd mostly seen directed at others.
Mulder could just walk away from this and not have to deal with it. But he
wouldn't. Oh no, now that he had his precious Alex Krycek, he was going to
do everything he had dreamed of.
"Nothing".
Slowly, Mulder sat up and pushed Krycek back onto the ground. He dragged
his stubbled chin down Krycek's chest, pausing to nip and lick at his
nipples. They hardened to stiff nubs immediately. Krycek tasted as good as
he smelled.
He nibbled along the nipples, sucking them into his mouth. His ran his
hands down and caressed Krycek's thighs before coming up to cup his balls.
Krycek's moan was nearly carried away by a gust of wind, but Mulder heard it
and smiled. How many times had he fantasized about this? How many nights
had this vision come to him, leaving him frustrated and hard?
Too many.
Mulder felt a drop of rain on his back but ignored it. He continued to
scratch his prickly five o'clock shadow down Krycek's body until he reached
what he had dreamed about so many times.
Krycek's cock was as delicious as the rest of him. Mulder lapped the stiff
member into his mouth, holding it there for a moment before runnnig his
tongue over the velvety head and down to tease under the crown.
It started to rain. The cool drops a welcome sensation to Mulder's hot
body.
Mulder swung his legs around so his cock was in Krycek's face. He moaned
around Krycek's erection as his own cock was sucked and teased.
He could do this all night. The hard, yet velvety-smooth cock in his mouth.
Krycek's intoxicating smell and taste nearly making his stomach grumble
with hunger.
They held each other in their mouths for a long time, the ground under them
slowly turning soggy from the rain. As the drops of water hit the mud in
the flower bed, it spattered both men, coating them with fine bits of black
earth.
Krycek suddenly pulled off of Mulder and stood. Mulder also stood and
embraced him, kissing himself from Krycek's lips. He writhed against Krycek
like a cat in heat, digging his cock into his hip, wanting and needing more.
Mulder smiled against Krycek's damp throat at the soft mewling sound coming
from it. Krycek was obviously enjoying this as much as he was. He reached
down to Krycek's ass, spreading the cheeks with one hand and probing the
puckered opening with the other. His finger slid easily past the ring of
muscle and into what was a pre-lubricated hole.
Mulder pulled back and looked at Krycek. His hair was plastered to his head
from the rain. He had a cocky smirk on his mouth.
"I took the liberty."
Mulder crushed him to his chest as he probed the moist hole again.
"What if I didn't go jogging tonight?" Mulder asked.
"Some other FBI agent would have happened along..."
"No." Mulder cut him off. "Only me." Shocking himself with the
declaration.
Krycek kissed him. "Only you."
Mulder's heart thumped in his chest. He pushed the thought of 'what does
this mean' to the back of his mind. Instead of worrying about what was
going to happen later, he concentrated on right now.
He pushed his fingers deeper into Krycek, probing and stretching. The wind
stopped blowing, and the rain came straight down. It ran in rivulets down
their bodies, skimming every contour. It nearly hurt, and Mulder closed his
eyes.
A square packet was pressed into Mulder's hand. He opened his eyes and
looked up at Krycek. The rain stung, but he didn't look away.
"You've thought of everything."
Krycek didn't answer. Instead, he got on all fours and wiggled his ass at
Mulder.
Mulder quickly tore open the packet with his teeth and rolled the condom on.
He knelt behind Krycek and guided himself into the tight heat of his ass.
Pushing inward, he moaned out loud. This was what he'd been waiting for.
Biting his lip, Mulder pulled out then pushed back again then stopped. He
couldn't go on; the sensations overwhelmed him. For a second his damn FBI
conscience thought of the legalities of having sex in a public park. But
then Krycek clenched his ass around his cock, and he forgot what he was
worried about.
The rain fell in large drops, and the ground around them had turned to muck,
coating any body part that came in contact with it. Mulder stroked Krycek's
back then moved his hand down to Krycek's cock. He held the stiff, wet
member in his hand for a moment before continuing to fuck him.
Mulder dug his knees into the soft muck, which made a sucking sound with
every thrust. Every time he pulled out, he slid backwards. Krycek's hands
uselessly grappled for something to hold on to, but ended up just squishing
the wet mud through his fingers.
The rain pooled around them, leaving them in a muddy puddle. Krycek's hips
were slippery, but Mulder held fast as he thrust as hard as he could.
Krycek worked his own cock as Mulder pulled him back, harder and harder
until Krycek came with a loud moan and shudder.
Mulder felt Krycek's orgasm course through his body, his sphincter squeezing
his cock. Then it was his turn. With both hands on Krycek's hips, he
pumped a few times before pleasure overtook him.
Crying out, he shot his load into the condom in Krycek's tight, slick hole.
Then he collapsed, breathing heavily onto Krycek's back.
Krycek rolled them to the side into the mud, still joined.
The rain continued to fall, somewhat cooling Mulder's overheated skin. He
felt as if he was on fire and about to combust. His heart was racing, and
he was finding it hard to breathe.
Mulder finally fell out of Krycek and he flung the condom away. He embraced
Krycek, kissing and stroking his muddy skin. He noticed his fingers were
wrinkled, and he couldn't feel Krycek as well as he wanted to anymore. The
rain began to slow but thunder continued to boom overhead.
Mulder got up and found his shorts and t-shirt in the flowerbed, covered in
muck. He could only find one sneaker. Carefully, he tried to put on his
t-shirt, but opted for just the shorts. He had no idea where his underwear
was.
He stepped into the dirty, soaked shorts and attempted to pull them up.
"See you around, Mulder," Krycek said as he started to walk away. Stark
naked.
"Wait!" Mulder yelled as he struggled with the wet fabric.
Krycek stopped and turned around, but it was too dark for Mulder to see his
face. He heard a short laugh over the falling rain. Then Krycek turned and
walked away.
"Krycek!"
Mulder tried to go after him, but his shorts got tangled around his ankles.
He fell forward into the puddle that he'd just shared with Krycek.
He was now covered head to toe with muck. He lifted his muddy face and just
saw Krycek jog down the road and out of sight.
Laughter consumed him. He flopped onto his back, thoroughly coating himself
with mud. He lay there, laughing uncontrollably at the absurdity of it all,
until he finally made his way home.
Voyeur IV
by Nicole S
The curtains fluttered. Somewhere in the darkness, an oscillating fan made
its familiar ticking sound as the head turned away. The curtains moved
again, this time from a hand pushing them aside. They settled for a moment,
only to be disturbed by the fan again.
