"102 degrees, according to the Weather Channel." Alex
motioned toward the entrance tent, and they began making
their way past the booths and concession stands.
"I hope Walter was careful." Mulder knew he was mother-
henning but couldn't help it. Walter Skinner was a smart
capable man, Mulder knew he could remember sunscreen and
drinking water. It didn't stop Mulder from needing to be
sure the man he loved was okay.
"He'd better have been. If the top of that sexy bald
head's even remotely pink, his backside's going to match,
plus some." Alex's stern tone made Mulder grin. It had
taken a long time, but Alex was finally just as
comfortable paddling Walter's rear as Mulder was.
Alex caught the grin and returned it, brushing Mulder's
shoulder with his own, a safe and Skinner approved PDA.
All three men supported the local American Cancer Society,
in honor of Dana Scully and the women like her. This year,
they had each chosen a separate event to participate in,
having decided to make it more personal and spread their
talents a bit.
Alex had done the bake-sale, his triple fudge turtle
brownies the usual huge hit. He asked the lordly sum of
three dollars a bar, and people lined up to give it to
him. They took hours to make but were worth every minute.
Walter had eaten one while taking a bubble bath once, and
swore he'd had a vision.
Mulder had put his profiling skills to work and spent a
day on the phone doing corporate solicitations. He
charmed, cajoled and dared his way through the huge
businesses everyone else was afraid to call, and the
donations from that quarter were nearly double the year
before.
Walter hadn't had anything specific in mind, had simply
volunteered to go where needed. He'd spent a couple of
hours doing paperwork, annoyed that it had seemed like a
talent to his lovers, but then Walter had been approached
to do the Relay for Life.
The relay was a team event. A moderate oval track was set
up in the local fairgrounds. Different groups and
organizations set up around the track, selling everything
from cotton candy to five-minute massages. A dee-jay was
in the middle of the track, playing requests for one
dollar donations, calling the tricycle races and leading
the crowd through the "Chicken Dance". All proceeds went
to cancer research and victims services.
It was basically a small street fair, and people brought
their families and stayed for hours. The only requirement
was that each team had to keep a person walking every hour
for twenty-four hours. There was usually no shortage of
people willing to walk for an hour, but a heat wave had
struck hard and one of the teams needed a walker for the
11 am to 1 pm block.
Walter had volunteered to do the two hours and was pleased
to be able to do something physical, something where he
was filling a real need. His time was now up, and Mulder
and Alex had come to pick him up.
As they came around a curve in the track, Mulder froze.
Alex followed his gaze and was equally paralyzed.
Due to the heat, a mist tent had been set up. Inside it,
surrounded by admirers and oblivious to them all, was
Walter Skinner. He was wearing snug navy boxing shorts and
a white tank. He had on dark prescription sunglasses and a
white baseball cap turned backwards.
As they watched, he slowly stripped off the tank, standing
more fully under the heavy mist. The droplets clung to his
skin and sparkled in his chest hair. The damp shorts were
clinging, the thin cotton molding to his thighs and rear,
outlining his endowments nicely. Walter tilted his head
back, taking off his glasses and turning his face slowly
from side to side, the water beading down as though he
were in a soft shower.
Alex and Mulder tracked the same drop of sweat and mist as
it rolled down his jaw, strolled the length of his throat,
and finally settled happily in the notch of his
breastbone. There was a fan blowing as well, and Walter's
nipples hardened under a stream of the cool air, the dusky
nubs puckering seductively.
Walter took a deep breath, gave a little shake and stepped
out of the mist tent, putting his glasses back on. Tossing
his shirt over the back of his neck, Walter caught sight
of Alex and Mulder. Smiling brightly, he stepped toward
them.
The movement snapped them out of their lust-induced
paralysis. With a speaking look to the other, they each
took a hand and proceeded to almost drag Walter to the
car. Mulder blessed Alex's paranoid little heart as he
remembered that Alex had parked far away from the other
cars, half-hidden from view by the treeline.
Opening the back of the van, bought to accommodate three
grown men and all their equipment, Alex and Mulder
practically threw Walter inside.
Walter, who'd known what was going on, hadn't said a word
the whole way to the car. He didn't protest now, only
grinned smugly at his lovers. Seeing the two of them,
young and handsome, so desperate to have him, gave him a
feeling of indescribable gratitude. It was also one hell
of an ego stroke.
"Problem, boys? You seem in a hurry to get home." He moved
slowly into a sexy sprawl along the padded floor, making
the most of where and how he'd landed. They sometimes took
long trips in this van, and the back was kept comfortable
for napping. A thick blanket and even pillows were already
in place, and now Walter, emboldened by his lovers' hot
looks, lay back on a pillow, one hand under his head,
showing off a muscled arm, the other hand sliding slowly
down his bare abdomen, heading for his swelling cock.
Alex was stunned stupid. He'd known Walter could be a
tease, but this was Mister Keep-It-In-The-Bedroom and he
looked as though he was about to start masturbating any
moment, and the van doors weren't even closed.
Mulder, taken momentarily off-guard by the public display
from his very private lover, recovered enough to realize
he didn't want to waste this. He slapped Alex lightly on
the rump, motioning the man to get in the van. Mulder
followed, closing the door behind him.
Walter was still smirking seductively, but Mulder caught
the faintest trace of need under the smirk, the tiny hint
of insecurity that made this play with a purpose.
"You, Walter Skinner, are one incredibly hot hunk o'
manflesh." It was silly, but Mulder saw that Walter's
mouth quirked, and knew the faint blush was pleasure.
Alex, having caught from Mulder's tone that there was
something more going on, reached out to tenderly take off
the glasses.
"You won't be needing these. All you're going to be
looking at is the floor." It was an erotic threat, and
Mulder mentally assigned a few bonus points to his younger
husband before moving closer to Walter.
"Oh, yeah. We're going to do you right here in the back of
the van, Big Guy. But first," Mulder grinned evilly down
at Walter, enjoying the slightly glazed look his stalking
was producing. "First you're getting the spanking you
deserve for that little show out there."
Alex had turned, a half-pout on the full mouth at the
thought of a delay between right now and some purposeful
nudity, but the pout vanished with the rest of Mulder's
words. He looked at Walter, knowing that a playful
spanking would be appreciated by all three of them, but
wondering if Mulder was playing a hunch.
Walter flushed just a bit, and the dark eyes were hidden
behind a sudden sweep of lashes.
"Walter Sergei Skinner!" Alex was thrilled to see Walter
really had done it deliberately, but he was also
surprised. He laughed and Walter blushed darker.
"How did you know?" It was a quiet murmur, and Mulder
pointed to the prescription sunglasses carefully stowed in
a small cargo hold.
"You have them but you hate them. You use them when you
absolutely have to, but you always take them off as soon
as you can. You were finished walking and you were
standing under a mister, but you kept them on almost the
whole time you were under the tent. I realized you were
hiding behind them. You figured no one could see your eyes
to tell that you were trying to get us wound up enough
that we'd bend you over the nearest horizontal surface.
Plus, you didn't have to see the other people enjoying the
show."
Walter's head came up, eyes honestly curious. "Other
people enjoyed it?"
"Walter, half the water around that tent was drool. There
were women dropping ice cubes down their bras, and more
than a couple of men suddenly needing to hold anything
large in front of their groin." Alex was smiling now, but
serious as well. He'd noticed the looks from the crowd
around them, knew the three of them had been the focal
point for more than a few heated thoughts.
"You're gorgeous, Walter, get over it. And while you're at
it, get over my knee." Mulder had seated himself
comfortably beside Walter, and now he drew the still damp
form face down across his lap. Alex helped skim the shorts
down, revealing that Walter was wearing only a jock under
the thin cotton.
"You've been out here half-naked, for two hours? Oh,
lover, you just earned yourself extra. Alex, if you'll
take that side, I'll take this one."
"Sounds like a deal to me." Alex stroked his hand lightly
across one firmly muscled cheek, feeling the twitch of
anticipation run through it. He and Mulder both took their
time simply caressing, gently patting and even lightly
pinching.
Walter was squirming, and they hadn't even landed the
first spank.
"Mulder! Alex! Will you just spank my ass already!" He was
whining, and he didn't care. He'd teased himself almost as
much as he'd teased his lovers, and now he was ready to
get spanked and get fucked. He wasn't picky on the order.
Taking mercy, Mulder nodded an answer to Alex's
questioning look, and they brought their hands down at the
same time. Walter gave a little buck of reaction, then
sighed deeply.
"Oh yeah, boys, do it." It was quiet, almost as though
he'd been talking to himself, but Mulder smiled when he
heard it. He wouldn't let Walter down. This would be one
spanking he'd remember for a long time.
Alex, too, knew how rare it was for Walter to admit freely
that he wanted and needed this. Shaping his hand around
the taut muscle under it, Alex drew back for another sharp
spank. He might have hated punishing his lover, but he
loved giving the man pleasure.
It was a long spanking. Mulder and Alex each took their
time, devoting their not inconsiderable attention to every
fine detail. They varied the pattern, the strength of the
spanks and the timing. Half-way through, Walter was
stunned to find himself pushed and lifted across to lie on
Alex's lap, the men switching sides. He groaned as they
went back to work on his bottom, the reddened flesh now
reacting to a whole new set of stimuli.
Walter was a dark red and burning hot. His rear was
quivering with each spank, and the van was full of his
hoarse breathing and moans.
"Mulder, please say he's been punished enough. If I don't
get him inside me in about thirty seconds, I'm going to
lose it." Alex didn't stop spanking as he said it, and the
words drew forth another loud sound of arousal from
Walter.
"Looks done to me. Here." Mulder had retrieved the bottle
of lube they kept next to the tire tools, a standing joke
between them, and Alex helped him ease Walter onto his
hands and knees.
Slipping off their own clothes, both men were prepped and
ready in record time. Alex settled under Walter, who was
still kneeling where they'd left him, trying desperately
not to rub his aching cock against the floor. He was
close, so close he'd have come from just the spanking in
another few swats, and now he looked down into Alex's
eyes, brilliant with love and lust, and bit his lip,
trying to keep control.
Sensing this, Alex squeezed the base of Walter's cock
firmly, ignoring the attempted thrust into his hand. When
Walter nodded, Alex used the hold to position him, closing
his eyes as he felt the broad head stretch him. Letting
go, Alex wrapped his arms around Walter's neck, his legs
around Walter's waist.
"Mulder, hurry!" The strain of not moving himself and not
letting Walter move either was clear in the tone, and
Walter threw his head back.
"Just do it, Mulder, give it to me now!" Walter's growl
was pleading and, without any further prep, Mulder removed
his fingers and pushed his cock deep into Walter.
The movement brought cries from all three men, and soon
they were moving hard and fast. They all knew this was a
certified quickie, down and dirty and off. There'd be a
time for tender love-making after they got home, for
lingering glances and soft words. For now, the goal was to
get yours and get it now.
Walter was the first, exploding from the dual stimulation
of Alex under him, all hungry mouth and teeth and hands,
and Mulder behind him, hard thighs and strong hands
literally keeping his sore ass perfectly positioned for a
cock that was driving into him so hard and deep Walter
could taste it.
Mulder was next and Alex followed closely, Walter and
Mulder each having reached for Alex's cock after their own
orgasm. The love it implied, as well as the rough hands,
one still hot from spanking, sent him over the edge.
When he came back to himself, Alex was relieved to see
that his husbands had rolled to the side. It was nice to
lie under Walter, feel the weight of that solid body on
top of his own. It was lovely to feel Mulder's long length
pressed against him, covering him completely. The two of
them combined in a post-orgasmic heap could break ribs.
Walter was in the middle, lying on his stomach, a look of
complete contentment on his face. His bottom was still a
deep red, and there were marks on his hips from Mulder's
fingers, marks on his shoulders from Alex's fingers. Suck
marks from Mulder down his back, suck and bite marks from
Alex on his neck and shoulders. His lips were flushed from
being kissed, and his thighs were damp with Mulder's
essence.
Walter Skinner looked like the house special, if the house
was bawdy. It suited him nicely.
"You have to be bad more often, Walter. I really like what
happens after."
Alex's drowsy mumble brought an equally drowsy chuckle,
and Mulder looked at the two of them, nearly asleep and
already moving to cuddle each other, the habits of their
bedroom taking over. Mulder, never much for sleep after
sex, carefully covered them up and dressed, then eased
toward the front of the van. He started it, turning on the
air conditioner. The van had gotten pretty hot while they
were making out, despite the windows left cracked and the
shade of the trees.
Soon it was cool, and Mulder carefully drove them home. He
looked into the rear view mirror often and, when he pulled
in the drive, he sighed with pure happiness. Mulder loved
the two men snuggled together in sleep. He loved the house
they'd made a home. He loved his job, loved his time away
from his job. In short, Fox Mulder loved his life, and the
joy of that wondrous discovery never failed to make him
laugh.
"Fox is happy again." Alex's voice was still sleepy, but
pleased.
"Yeah. We're good for him." Walter's sleep-husky voice
trailed off as he kissed Alex's forehead before they both
went back to sleep.
Chuckling, Mulder let down all the windows, shut off the
engine, then moved to the back to snuggle with them.
THE END.
Mist
by Raven
"God, it must be a hundred degrees out here." Mulder
squinted against the intense glare, searching the crowd
for his bigger lover. Beside him, Alex was doing the same
thing.
