Nude and wet, Alex Krycek slammed Mulder up against the wall of the
shower stall. He narrowed his green eyes as he closely examined the
sleek brown back of his naked, and dripping wet Federal agent.
Krycek kept his hands pressed to Mulder's back, firmly keeping him
captured as the pulsing hot water of the shower pounded down on his
own back. 'What a beautiful back, and that long neck.' Krycek thought
to himself as he started to knead the taunt brown flesh, moving his
hands upwards to the slender neck. Digging his fingers into the
muscles around the neck causing the other man to groan.
"Oh God." Mulder groaned again. "Oooooohhh, what'eva you're doing...
don't stop." Mulder's entire front, including his cheek was pressed up
against the cool tiles of the shower stall, a pleasant contrast to the
hot water and the even hotter fingers at his back.
"I have no intention of stopping. Yet," said Krycek. He continued to
dig his fingers into Mulder's back, this time going down low,
following the spine. When he got to the area where the back meets the
bottom, he grinned at Mulder's cute dimples and pressed his thumbs
into them causing more groans and whimpers. Alex Krycek then knelt
down on his knees and covered the globes of Mulder's butt cheeks with
his hands, grasped and massaged the plump flesh of the gorgeous
bottom. Leaned in and tasted the salty moisture gathered in a dimple,
continued to nibble and lick his way down until he reached the apex
between the cheeks. "Hmm, I'm at a fork in my journey. Right or left?"
Krycek said out loud to himself.
"What—" said a groggy voice from above.
"Left," said Krycek and then sank his teeth into the right rounded
cheek before him, receiving a satisfying yelp from above. Krycek then
licked at the imprinted teeth marks, soothing the sore flesh.
Krycek looked up, to see eyes that were now dark and blue/green with
desire, gazing down at him. Mulder had twisted his head around a bit
so he could look over his shoulder.
Still keeping Mulder pressed to the wall, Krycek stood. He reached up
and behind him to change the angle the shower nozzle, so the stream of
pulsing water hit them both high on their backs and heads. Plastering
their hair to their skulls. Krycek also fiddled with the taps so there
was more water and a broader stream. Krycek then pressed his entire
naked body into the body before him, his lips to the back of Mulder's
ear, his chest to Mulder's slick back, his hard penis nuzzling between
the globes of Mulder's lush ass.
Feeling like a mass of liquid heat, Mulder undulated between the hard
tiled wall and hard firm mass of the man behind him, pushing and
rubbing himself against Krycek like a hungry cat. Causing Alex Krycek
to groan at the sensation of Mulder's wet and slippery ass cheeks
enveloping his hard cock.
Alex bent his head down to the place where Mulder's neck and
collarbone met, he lapped at the water that had pooled in the little
crevice. Krycek clutched at the other shoulder, keeping a firm grip on
Mulder, while he used his other hand to reach for the liquid soap tube
and squeeze out a dollop of the stuff. With a handful of liquid soap,
Krycek slid his fingers down the crack of Mulder's ass. Sliding his
fingers up and down, Mulder met every glide with enthusiasm.
The billowing steam in the bathroom caused beads of moisture to roll
down every expanse of naked flesh in the bathroom that was not already
being drenched by the deluge of water from the shower.
Krycek rested his own damp and dripping head against Mulder's head, as
he continued to spread the liquid soap over and around Mulder's small
puckered hole. Alex also covered his own large cock with the slippery
liquid, which was the same colour as the beads of cum leaking from his
aching and fat cock. Keeping the same grip with one hand on Mulder's
shoulder, he used his other hand to guide his cock to Mulder's tight
puckered entrance. Krycek then bent his head down and griped Mulder's
other shoulder with his teeth using one hand to assist as he swiftly
plunged his cock into the tight passageway.
"Fuck!" Mulder screamed at the initial pain of entry. Both men then
became still for a moment as Mulder adjusted to the wide and long rod
of flesh that was filling him. The pain rapidly disappeared, to be
replaced by the pleasant sensation of fullness. Then Krycek began to
move, unerringly rubbing against the right spot causing Mulder to
push back onto Krycek's cock with every plunge. While one arm was
lying flat against the wall giving him some support, Mulder used his
other hand to stroke his own cock, his thumb gliding over the glans
and spreading the leaking cum.
"Your so tight, so good," murmured Krycek in his usual roughened
voice. "Here let me help with that babe," he said as he reached his
free hand around to join Mulder's own busy hand between the wall and
his body. They were both rapidly reaching their peak. Now that
Mulder's cock was in the grip of two hands, rubbing up and down,
Mulder could feel his desire spiralling out of control. He felt like
his body was about to explode at any moment.
Alex was feeling very close as well, with each squeeze of their joined
hands on Mulder's hard cock, it felt like the grip around his own cock
tightened. Alex pulled almost out of the tight grip and then plunged
back with a mighty force and then did it again. One more plunge and
he felt Mulder go ridged in his arms, felt Mulder's ass grip and
squeeze his cock until he felt shudders of electricity go through his
body as he went over the edge. Spurting his cum in Mulder's tight
interior. Alex could also feel his head ringing with the clanging of
bells.
"You really do hear bells," Mulder muttered to himself in wonder as
they both slid to the tiled floor in a sweaty heap under the hot
streaming water. Mulder wrapped himself around Alex, then started to
kiss Alex's sweet lips, gliding the tip of his tongue along Alex's top
row of teeth. "Bells," Mulder continued to mumble into Alex Krycek's
mouth.
"Yeah bells, I hear 'em too," said the sex dulled Alex Krycek as
Mulder leaned his head against Alex's, and gazed out the open
bathroom door into the usual plain hotel room. It was raining in that
plain hotel room, puddles forming in the middle of the twin beds.
"Bells!!" Screeched Mulder as leapt up from the startled Krycek's
arms. "Wake the fuck up, Krycek! It's the god damn smoke alarm," he
continued to yell. Mulder rushed out of the bathroom, still wet and
naked, went straight for the dresser and picked up the now wet and
soggy file that Krycek had given to him dry; only an hour ago. He
quickly put the folder into the dry interior of his overnight bag that
was resting at the foot of one of the beds.
"Where's the fire," said Krycek as he came out of the bathroom.
Looking bemused at the chaos that had hit the room he had rented for
the usual exchange of sex and information.
"There is no fire, it must of been the steam from the shower that set
the smoke alarms off in this room." Mulder was frantic. "I can't be
here... no, you can't be here. People will be here any second to check
it out. You have to leave now." said Mulder as he went back into the
bathroom, fetched a towel, wrapped it around his waist. Then he
grabbed Krycek's clothes from the bathroom floor, pushed them into
Krycek's arms, and started to drag Krycek to the door leading to the
hallway.
"I don't think going that way is a good idea, Mulder. " Krycek said as
he backed away from Mulder. The sight of Mulder in a panic was
something he had not seen before. Krycek felt an urge to smirk, but
he wisely kept his face blank.
"Yeah, your right. Go back and hide in the shower. Or better yet, go
out the bathroom window."
"We're three floors up, and you want me to go out the window. Gee
Mulder, I did not know you had such faith in my abilities," said
Krycek as he made for the bathroom and shower.
Mulder paid no attention to whatever else Krycek was muttering about
as he went to open the door into the hotel hallway. He opened the door
to find himself facing the raised hand of the coincerge and a few
other men that looked like maintenance men and security. There was
also curious guests coming out of their own rooms to investigate the
sounds of clanging bells that were only coming from Mulder's room.
"Sir, where is the fire?" The coincerge's voice was remarkably calm
for someone expecting a fire.
"Ahh.. there is no fire. The shower set it off." Mulder's voice had
also calmed. Clutching the towel around his waist with one hand and
his overnight bag in the other, he made to go out in the hallway;
hoping the coincerge would take the hint and immediately get him a new
room. Thereby distracting him from the flooded room. No such luck. As
Mulder tried to make his way out the door, the crowd outside the door
all moved forward into the room. Pushing Mulder back into a soggy
patch of carpet which his bare feet found strangely discomforting.
"Sir, I'll have a new room for you shortly. But first maintenance and
security have to thoroughly check the entire suite, just in case it
was anything other than the steam from the shower," said the
reasonable coincerge.
"I don't see how it could be anything else, " said Mulder as he
watched glumly as the men spread out around the room and into the
bathroom as well. Trying to figure out how to explain to all these
people about the most likely naked man they will find in the bathroom.
"Just as I thought, it's the steam from the bloody bathroom that set
'em off again," said one of the maintenance men as he came out of the
bathroom. Completely unaware that he had startled Mulder with his loud
and prompt announcement.
"Ok, sir. It looks like everything is relatively fine. Now lets see
about getting you a new room," the coincerge said as he made his way
for the hallway, obviously expecting the confused and befuddled Mulder
to follow.
'But... but, where is Alex.' Mulder wondered to himself, completely
confused as he followed the coincerge.
The End
Bells are Ringing
by Sonja Blue
Hilton Washington & Towers Hotel
Third Floor—Room 027
