Part III
"Actually, I think a spanking is." Alex jumped back, as
hot coffee narrowly missed his groin. Walter had startled
at the words, not expecting the quiet evening at home to
take a disciplinary turn.
"Did it get you?" Walter was mopping at the hot liquid
with paper towels but spared a worried glance for his
lover. Alex reached for more, assisting with the clean-up.
"No, missed completely. I'm fine, Walter."
"Sorry about that." Walter's apology was followed by
Fox's.
"I think it was my fault, Walter. Sorry, didn't mean to
startle you."
"No harm done. But I am concerned. Who's getting spanked
and why?" Walter and Alex were still standing, and Fox
chewed his bottom lip for just a moment, before answering
quietly.
"I am. As for why...well, I can show you easier." He
motioned his lovers outside and once in the garage,
pointed to the back of the van.
"Not you, too?" Alex wasn't mad, was only teasing. He'd
figured Fox would have to add his own, if only to keep the
balance right. Fox couldn't stand it when only two of the
three of them were involved in something.
Walter, having reached the same conclusion as Alex, wasn't
mad either. He just hoped this would be the end of this.
The van was starting to look silly.
They came around the back of the van, and Fox watched as
Alex's face grew more sober, and Walter looked concerned.
While Walter and Alex's bumper stickers had been a bit
provocative, Fox's was flat-out obvious. The words could
be inflammatory, and Alex knew that it might be enough to
get their tires slashed at a mall, in some places.
Catching their now serious mood, Fox spoke.
"I know. It's not the same, not like yours. But I have a
really good explanation." Fox's voice was gently pleading,
just a touch, and Walter put an arm around the slender
shoulders.
"It's okay, Fox. Let's go inside and talk about it,
alright?"
Fox nodded, allowing himself to be led back into the
kitchen. Alex took a sip of his coffee, mind already
trying to figure out how to deal with this.
"Why don't you explain, Fox." Walter added more sugar to
his slightly cooled coffee, face neutral. Inside, he was
thinking as hard and fast as Alex.
"Since you guys did your bumper sticker, I've been looking
around, trying to find something that would speak my
piece, you know? It's been special, looking at the bumper
and knowing what each of you meant. I wanted that, too. So
I was looking around the other day, and I saw this one.
Well, the first half, anyway. It-it struck a chord, you
can imagine, you both know my past. But after I got angry,
I sort of finished the sentence in my head." Fox paused,
taking a sip of his tea, then continuing. Alex had reached
out to hold one hand, and Walter's arm was resting on the
back of his chair.
"I saw that the shop did custom bumper stickers, and I had
them modify it. The last part of that is all me, and
that's the part that makes it about us, and about what I
get from you guys. It's not the sex, it has nothing to do
with that. It's the love. I was alone a long time, longer
than any of you. Walter, you were married, and
Alex...well, you were an alley cat..."
"Alley Rat." The soft correction was accompanied by a
supportive smile, and Fox squeezed Alex's hand in
gratitude.
"Of course. You were an alley Rat, but the point is,
however tenuous and temporary, you made that human
connection. I didn't. I can count on one hand the number
of times I made love to another person before you guys. I
couldn't, I just...I wanted to, I hurt for that, to know a
touch besides my own. But I couldn't, couldn't let them
get close, couldn't let them hurt me, couldn't let myself
love them. Because then, I couldn't let them down.
Couldn't disappoint them. Or lose them."
Walter wasn't looking at Fox, he and Alex both afraid to
even breathe. While Fox had no problems communicating his
wants and needs, could easily share his love and affection
with his husbands, the man still had great difficulty
sharing his pain. Fox hardly ever discussed this part of
himself, rarely admitted to anything from his past.
"I was lonely, so damn lonely, but I was even more afraid.
And so I turned to myself, the only safe comfort, the only
acceptable outlet. Then this green-eyed brat walked into
my life, refusing to stay away no matter how many times I
pushed, and this ex-Marine that could take any punch I
threw, and still hold me and keep me exactly where he
wanted me."
Alex and Walter met his eyes now, seeing the suspicious
sparkle of tears in the bright hazel. There was a sweet
curve to the full mouth as Fox continued.
"I might have stood a chance with one of you alone. But
the two of you together? We all know no force on Earth or
any other planet can stand up to that. But knowing me,
knowing my past, you still didn't see that I had been
saving others from me. You told me I'd been saving myself
for you. And I'm beginning to believe you were right."
"C'mere." Walter's voice was a thick murmur, and he
scooted back his chair, all but dragging Fox and, by
virtue of their linked hands, Alex into his lap. The three
of them held for a long time, saying nothing, Walter and
Alex simply holding Fox until the faint trembles stopped.
Fox lifted his head, easing back a little. Alex got a cool
damp cloth and tenderly bathed Fox's face, pressing a kiss
to each eyelid as he did so, then the cheeks, then the
forehead and chin. He paused for only a moment, then
kissed the tip of the long nose, drawing the expected
scowl and grumble.
"You don't have any room to talk about noses, snub-boy."
The quiet chuckle lightened the mood a bit, and Fox met
their eyes calmly.
"Anyway, that's what I was thinking, that's what the
sticker's about. It was only after I got it home and put
it on, that I realized nobody but us would get it. That's
when I saw it the way the rest of the world would, but
then it was too late. I meant it when I said it was
different, I see that, honestly. I'll go have it
professionally taken off tomorrow."
"Like hell." It was short, carved in stone, and came from
Alex and Walter at the same time, a gruff warning that
he'd better not even think about it.
"Now I'm getting growled at in stereo? I knew there was a
reason this three-way marriage thing was rare." Fox was
grinning at his lovers, but he was relieved, too.
"Fox William Mulder, I've never used anything on you but
my hand, but so help me, you have that taken off and I'll
take a hairbrush to you." Alex, having recovered first,
now leaned close, muttering the threat directly into the
soft skin of Fox's throat.
"And I'll hold you down while he does it." Walter's voice
was a stern rumble against the other side, and a tremble
went through Fox that was only partly emotion.
"But it could be..."
Walter put a finger in front of the lips, not actually
touching them, but indicating clearly that he was not to
finish that sentence.
"Fox, we'll deal with it. The bumper sticker stays."
Fox nodded, relieved again that his lovers couldn't be
bullied or intimidated into making him hide who and what
he really was.
"Okay. It stays. Um, guys? Am I...am I getting spanked?"
Walter and Alex looked at each other with a sigh. In a
way, it had been a deliberate flaunting of the rules, but
his reasons were too much. While they silently debated,
Fox continued with a grin.
"And if so, will it be self-serve, like Alex's was?"
"No, no, I don't think that's right, not for you. Not for
this." Walter's eyes held a suspicious twinkle, and he
winked at Alex, unseen by Fox.
Relieved, Alex played along, a slight nod the only sign
that the message had been received.
"I think Alex and I should both spank you. And I don't
think it should be a token punishment, Fox."
Fox swallowed hard, not having expected this, but if they
both thought it was warranted, he'd accept it willingly.
"What-whatever you think. I trust you."
"We know that, Fox." With a kiss, Walter began undoing
Fox's pants, Alex helping. When they were unfastened,
Walter eased Fox over, gently turning him face down. Alex
scooted Fox's pants and underwear down, baring the slim
bottom.
"Ready, Fox?" Walter's voice was quiet, and Fox took a
deep breath, nodding.
Walter's hand came down on his left hindcheek. It was a
soft pop, not even hard enough to pinken the skin. Alex's
graceful hand found the right side with a similar tap.
"No, Fox, a token punishment is all wrong. What you need
is a nice, long, erotic spanking from both of us. A
reward, not a punishment."
Chuffing out his relief and amusement at being had, Fox
relaxed across the broad thighs.
"And this is why I trust you guys."
He yelped as Alex leaned forward, mischievously nipping at
the tempting flesh.
"And that's why I don't trust you too much." Fox put back
a hand to rub, but Alex stopped him.
"Let me." The warmth of a tongue soothed the slight sting
from the love bite, and Fox sighed again.
"Alright, Alex, enough. We promised him a spanking, and a
spanking he's going to get. You can kiss it and make it
all better after we're done."
With a final quick brush of his lips to Fox's rear, Alex
sat back, raising his hand again. Twin slaps, both gentle
and loving, drew a quiet moan from Fox, and Walter could
feel the growing hardness against his leg.
Grinning, he continued the erotic assault, thinking that
Fox's sticker was having it's point proven.
" Real Men Don't Need Porn; Just Another Real Man. "
THE END.
Bumper Sticker – Tailgate
by Raven
"So, what's on the agenda for after dinner?" Walter asked
it as he was pouring a cup of coffee for himself. He held
out the pot, and Alex nodded with a smile of thanks. Fox
shook his head, clearing his throat slightly.
