The Wearing of the Green Once he opened the door, he heard moaning and creaking. Did
Pooky find a way to unscramble the Playboy channel? The green
mouse had arcane talents....
Pooky certainly added a bit of insanity to his life, even if the most
welcome bits of insanity the mouse had brought weren't always
around.
Sean knew that Pooky got out of his cage and watched TV while
he was at work. Pooky usually managed to be back in the cage
when he got home, but sometimes the TV would be turned to
MTV, and he never watched that channel. Leaving the channel set
at public television or the Discovery channel never seemed to
work, unfortunately.
Pooky was going to rot his mousy brain.
Sean turned on the light. His first thought was that the moaning
suddenly stopped. His second was that a somehow very guilty
looking mouse //Is it the way his whiskers are twitching?// wore a
green hat, one a deeper green than his fur but lighter than his eyes.
How festive. The third was that at least Alex and Mulder had
moved his grandmum's afghan out of the way before they'd started
fucking on his couch.
Life was looking up.
He'd surprised Alex mid-thrust. Alex grinned, looking very casual
in just his skin, and thrust into Mulder again. Just once, because he
knew Sean was watching. Shamelessness worked for him. Sean
had never realized that Mulder could blush before they'd gotten
involved, but here Mulder had turned bright red. It didn't stop him
from happily writhing under Alex, enjoying every moment.
"Uh, surprise?" Mulder said.
"We set this up for you, you know. A personalized porn video in
your living room. Interactive, even," Alex said with a smile.
"You started without me," Sean said, mock stern, as he sat in the
love seat that faced the couch and slid his hand down the growing
bulge in his pants. He'd have to be dead or castrated not to get
aroused by the tableau in his living room, and he enjoyed the way
Alex and Mulder looked at him so hungrily as he stroked himself.
"So... what brings you here now?"
"It's a St. Patrick's Day thing," Alex said.
"How so?"
"We have green condoms."
"Oh, sure." Sean sounded as unimpressed as he could.
"You saw Pooky's hat."
"Right."
"You're Irish."
"Actually Irish-Scots-Anglo-Norman, but close."
"Well... we have beer."
"So it would seem." Sean grinned. "It's been too long, Alex."
"Mulder's not taking care of you when I'm gone?"
"Not nearly enough."
"Hey! I'm still here!" Mulder protested.
"I know." Alex did a slow thrust that made Mulder and Sean moan.
Smiling, Sean walked over to the couch and knelt next to it. As
Alex kissed him, Mulder slipped a hand down his pants, both
promising far more to come. As it were.
Sean certainly didn't feel tired or gray anymore.
THE END
Green IV
by Viridian5
Sean Pendrell yawned as he turned the key in the lock. Definitely
time for bed after the long day he'd had. The long week. Work
had seemed especially gray lately. So had he. Gray, dull.
