It called him. It beckoned to him. It tempted him.
Letting the door close again, Mulder gave in to the
temptation, and moved toward it.
'It' was a brand new motorcycle, a bright dark electric
blue Honda Valkyrie. It was sleek, smooth, fast and
dangerous. It was sexy and cool, and Mulder was fascinated
with it. It was just like its owner, one Alex Krycek.
Alex had owned it just a couple of weeks, and Mulder adored
the way his lover looked riding it. Alex had taken him for
a few rides, of course, had even let Mulder slowly and
carefully drive it around a parking lot once. Anything more
would have to wait until Mulder could take a driving class.
That was fine with Mulder, he had no desire to wreck either
himself or the bike. Besides, he loved climbing on behind
Alex, holding tight to the strong body, feeling the wind
and miles rushing past them. His Alex, as handsome as ever,
more so in the new black leather jacket and motorcycle
boots, wearing sunglasses and a bright smile.
Mulder's hand, which had been stroking the gleaming chrome,
dropped down to the black leather seat of the bike. The
bike was new enough that he could still smell the rich
scent and, coupled with the mental images of Alex, Mulder
realized that he was more than half-erect in his own
garage. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem: he'd just go
in the house, find Alex and pounce. But Alex was off on a
run of his own. They'd tried running together but it was
impossible, their strides and methods were just too
different.
Still, he didn't have to waste the mood. After all, he had
the inspiration right in front of him. Straddling the seat,
Mulder ran a hand over his own thighs. He closed his eyes,
teasing his fingers under the legs of his running shorts.
He pictured Alex doing this, Alex dressed in his biker
drag, looking just menacing enough to promise a fucking to
remember.
Mulder's hands left his thighs to slide under his thin
cotton tank, finding nipples that were already stiffened.
He gave a soft moan as his fingers gently squeezed, and
then headed for the bulge in his running shorts.
"Ahhnt-ah-ah." It was a teasing, throaty negation, and
Mulder jumped, startled by Alex's sudden presence in the
garage. His lover was leaning against the wall, not three
feet from him, arms crossed, ankles crossed, just watching.
"A-Alex, I...I thought..."
"Oh, I know what you were thinking. And I know what you
were doing." Alex stood, walking over to where Mulder sat
frozen with lust at the attitude and sheer sex appeal
pouring off his lover. Alex was in top mode, and Mulder was
more than willing to play along. Alex reached out with one
hand cupping the bulge in Mulder's shorts firmly, drawing a
needy groan.
"I also know where you were doing it."
Mulder blushed, knowing Alex didn't really mind, was only a
bit amused by Mulder's romantic obsession with his new
bike. It made a perfect setting for what Alex was
intending.
"Bad boy. Jerking off on my bike, shame on you. You need to
be punished, and you shall be." Alex was all but whispering
the words against Mulder's throat, interspersed with slow,
deliberate kisses. Mulder nodded, giving his consent, and
started to get off the motorcycle. A hand on his shoulder
kept him in place.
"Not so fast. I think the punishment should fit the crime.
I'm going to spank you right here, right where you are.
Stay on the bike, but take off your shorts."
It took a little effort, but Mulder managed, obeying as
quickly as he could. He felt ridiculous sitting on the
bike, naked except for his shirt and his running shoes, but
he couldn't deny how turned on he was either.
"Lean forward and put your feet on the props."
Mulder swallowed hard but did so, a sound of need escaping
him as his erection was pressed against the firm leather of
the motorcycle seat. "Oh god, Alex..."
"Time to pay for your pleasure, Fox." Alex's hand stroked
over the naked globes, cupping them in his palm, squeezing
gently and lightly patting. "I'm going to spank you hard,
lover. This sweet little ass will be too sore to sit when
I'm done." Mulder, panting, gave a tiny rub of his aching
cock against the seat. He heard Alex give an evil chuckle.
"And Fox? Don't you dare come on that leather. I promise
you, you won't like what will happen next. Am I
understood?"
"Yes, Alex." It was a hoarse whisper, full of frustration
and desire, and Alex leaned over, placing a loving kiss to
each soon to be punished cheek.
"Hold on, babe, I'm starting out hard."
Mulder gripped the bars and Alex drew back, slapping one
vulnerable buttock hard. Mulder inhaled sharply but was
careful not to move too much. A matching slap to the other
side, another sharp intake. Alex smiled down at the red
marks on Mulder's ass, eyeing them appreciatively. He loved
spanking Mulder almost as much as Mulder loved being
spanked. Mentally thanking whatever powers had allowed them
to join together, Alex landed another crisp spank to the
underside of the left cheek.
Alex followed his own pattern, his eyes finding the next
spot that needed spanked and, as a result, it was
impossible for Mulder to guess where the next slap would
land. He only knew it would be hot and hard, just the way
he liked it. Mulder's backside was glowing red, and tears
were standing in the hazel eyes, but his erection hadn't
faded at all. In fact, Mulder was harder than ever as
another cry of pleasure and pain was wrung from him with
the strength of Alex's capable hand. The other suddenly
slid underneath Mulder, finding his cock.
"It's okay, baby, you can come now. I don't care about the
leather, Fox, I swear, just come for me, baby." Alex's
voice was tender, full of his love for Mulder, and it
pushed him over the edge. Spilling across Alex's hand while
the other hand landed the last few swats, Mulder cried out
Alex's name, clinging to the bars to keep from falling
completely off. Not that Alex would have let him fall.
Already the strong arms were holding him, allowing him to
relax his grip and try to regain both his strength and his
oxygen.
"God, Alex, that was incredible." Mulder wheezed it out,
but pulled himself together enough to angle for a kiss.
Alex gave it and grinned, nodding down toward his own
crotch, where a damp stain was apparent.
"Me, too. You came on command, Fox, and I came when you
did."
A shared laugh, and Alex was helping Mulder to not only
stand, but get off the bike.
He did so with a wince, putting a hand back and rubbing the
soreness. Alex hadn't been kidding, it had been a hard
spanking, he'd be feeling this one for a little while. That
thought brought a smile and he kissed Alex again, a thank
you for being so thorough.
"Hey, Fox?"
"Yeah, babe?"
Mulder opened the door, at long last entering the kitchen,
Alex following behind him, enjoying the way the reddened
flesh moved.
"Next time I spank you on the bike, I'm going to wear the
leather."
Mulder stopped dead in the kitchen, eyes wide as he thought
about it. Alex only laughed, patted one rosy cheek, and
headed up to take a shower.
THE END.
Cycle
by Raven
Mulder took a long swallow of his water as he entered the
garage. It had been a good run, not too long, not too
short. It was late summer, so the weather had been lovely,
too. He was in an excellent mood, and was even humming as
he reached for the kitchen door. Mulder paused, his hand on
the storm door.
