by Gaby
His two lovers, in all their naked glory, in front of the
fireplace, illuminated by nothing but the roaring flames
flickering in the semi-darkness brought on by the late
December afternoon.
Skinner had just wanted to go buy some groceries, in case
they would be snowed in later, but he wasn't prepared for the
erotic display Mulder and Krycek were offering.
The two men were so focused on each other that they hadn't
even noticed the older man entering the living room.
Skinner stood, totally transfixed, in the doorway and stared
at his lovers.
Mulder had a white gooey mess slowly dripping down his chin.
That could only mean one thing, especially considering the
way Krycek was curling himself around the other man in that
truly satisfied and satiated way he had. Mulder's soft half-
smile, slightly teasing and immensely proud of himself,
indicated that he was the reason for the younger man's
contentment.
Skinner immediately had mental flashes of his two lovers,
entwined and writhing in ecstasy, moaning each other's names,
urging each other on, groaning and whispering sweet nothings.
He pictured Mulder slowly licking his way down Krycek's
chest, paying utmost attention to the nipples until they were
hard little nubs. Mulder's talented tongue would tease them,
his white teeth give little sharp nips, his lips suckle
soothingly until Krycek was on the verge of a breakdown.
He pictured Mulder nibbling his way down Krycek's ribcage,
tickling him with the tip of his tongue and causing the
younger man to wriggle helplessly, trying to escape the sweet
torture. He pictured him rimming the naval and nuzzling the
dark curls until Krycek couldn't take it anymore and begged
for release.
He pictured Mulder slowly, inch by inch, swallowing Krycek's
erection and sucking for all he was worth, deepthroating the
hard flesh, until his lover was a helplessly bucking heap of
jello, yelling with a hoarse voice when he finally reached
climax.
Skinner swallowed hard and felt his own dick harden at that
thought.
Krycek was leaning closer, a teasing smile on his lips. "You
know, the secret to all this is that you have to swallow,
Fox," he mock-chided with a throaty whisper, his tongue
darting out to give a tiny lick to the smiling lips of his
lover.
Skinner could just imagine why the younger man's voice was so
throaty. He had been yelling and screaming and begging and
chanting endlessly, hoping for release, praying for release,
and then had been so relieved and grateful when Mulder had
finally allowed him to come that his shout had echoed through
their house.
Of course, the panting and heavy breathing had also made
Krycek's throat dry, and maybe he had even completely
swallowed Mulder, causing his throat to get raw and slightly
aggravated, squeezing the hot erection.
Or maybe he had rimmed his lover. Krycek had a very talented
tongue, he could do wonders with that particular muscle.
Maybe he had bent Mulder over the coffee table, or had just
curled up behind him, both close enough to the fireplace to
enjoy the heat coming from the flames, and had then
leisurely, taking his time, licked and sucked and rimmed the
other man's entry until it was all wet and glistening and
relaxed and open. Ready to be used. Ready to be taken. Ready
to be rammed in to the hilt and filled completely.
Skinner shifted slightly, trying to ease the strain on his
suddenly too tight jeans.
Krycek was slowly advancing on Mulder, a predatory smile on
his lips. With feline grace, he wound his way around his
lover, gently forcing him to lie down on his back, and then
straddled his hips, head bending low.
"Don't worry about it, Fox, I'll lick it all up," he promised
with that same throaty whisper, and Skinner could see the tip
of a pink tongue darting out to catch a bit of the white
stuff before it could drop down. "I'll lick," Krycek
whispered, "and suck," and here the lips sealed themselves
around Mulder's chin and suckled, "and nibble," and here the
white teeth gently grazed down one side and up the other,
"until you're all nice and presentable again."
A deep kiss followed, and Skinner could see two tongues
battling for domination.
"It's my mess, after all," he heard Krycek chuckle while the
rest of the white stuff was slowly and meticulously cleaned
off the other man's face. "I should've been more careful..."
Skinner moaned softly. He could imagine what had set Krycek
off so forcefully that Mulder hadn't been able to catch all
of his come. Maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on
him, or maybe it was the fire bathing everything in a yellow-
orange-red glow that made it look like it, but Skinner
thought he could make out a soft pink hue to Krycek's butt.
Maybe, just maybe, Mulder had arranged his lover over his
thighs and proceeded to rain down gentle, teasing, erotic
spanks on the bottom, warming it up, exciting Krycek until he
was all hot and bothered. The younger man adored erotic
spankings, couldn't get enough of them, and he would usually
climax almost immediately afterwards, completely in the
throes of passion.
While watching his lovers, Skinner spotted a few tiny
brownish dots on Mulder's chest. They confused him for a
second, until he discovered the bottle of Hershey's chocolate
sauce on the floor near the fireplace. His dick immediately
jerked in response while his mind supplied him with the
appropriate mental image.
He could picture Krycek slowly, teasingly, dribble chocolate
sauce on Mulder's chest, coating the nipples, painting a neat
brown arrow in the middle of it, pointing towards the
erection. Krycek would then bend down and begin to lick his
lover clean with lazy swirls of that talented tongue,
slurping loudly, leaving a wet trail, blowing on the saliva
to raise goosebumps. He would have to dip his tongue deeply
into the naval, rimming it and sucking hard to make sure that
every last drop of chocolate sauce was indeed gone, sticking
the tip of the tongue into the tiny hole repeatedly to make
absolutely sure.
He could picture Krycek locking eyes with Mulder while he was
rimming the naval, imitating another kind of penetration,
teasing his lover, daring him to stop the foreplay and start
on the main course. The green eyes would sparkle, they would
have darkened to a mossy green, the long eyelashes covering
them coquettishly every once in a while.
Skinner knew from experience that it was almost impossible to
hold back an orgasm when Krycek used that smoldering glance,
and this time he moaned loudly at the thought.
The moan startled the two men who were cozily snuggled up to
each other in front of the fireplace, and they immediately
broke out into happy smiles when they saw their older lover
had returned.
Sitting up, Mulder smoothed down his dishevelled hair. "Hi,
Walter," he said while he gazed appreciatively up and down
the older man's muscled body. "Say, did you buy any graham
crackers?"
The hopeful look on Mulder's face confused Skinner for a
moment. "Graham crackers?" he croaked in reply, not really
able to follow the conversation since all of his blood was
centering in his groin, and not his brain.
"Yeah, graham crackers," Krycek chimed in while he twisted
around to make a grab for something near the far side of the
fireplace. "We're out of graham crackers." He held up the
empty pack to illustrate his point.
"Oh, and chocolate. We need chocolate," Mulder piped up. When
he saw Skinner's furtive glance in the direction of the empty
bottle of chocolate sauce, he chuckled. "Real chocolate,
Walter. I hope you bought a few Hershey bars. We don't have
any of that in the house so we had to make do with the sauce.
But believe me, it's just not the same."
Not the same? Skinner frowned again. Drizzling chocolate
sauce over his lover's body, only to lick and suck it off
again - yes, he could picture that quite nicely, thank you
very much. Throwing a big ol' chunk of chocolate on his
lover's chest and then gnawing on it...? No, not really,
thank you just the same. Even the idea of wedging it between
those two pert butt cheeks and slowly letting it melt...well,
that was kind of erotic but somewhat time consuming. And
anyway, why let anything melt when perfectly good chocolate
sauce was nearby?
The confusion must have shown on the big man's face because
Krycek chuckled knowingly. "We tried to use the sauce on the
crackers but it just dropped off and made a mess. It's nice
when the real chocolate melts a little but at least it's
still solid enough to stay where it's supposed to be."
The confused frown deepened.
"We were making S'mores," Mulder explained patiently. "But
now we're out of graham crackers and we didn't have any
chocolate to begin with, and Alex can't toast a marshmallow
properly if his life depended on it because as soon as he fed
me one, it was so hot that the entire molten marshmallow guts
was rolling down my chin..."
Krycek chuckled. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy me licking
it off," he mock-scolded.
Mulder grinned. "I didn't say that."
Their easy banter was put on hold when they saw Skinner
taking in the evidence: the bottle of chocolate sauce, the
empty pack of graham crackers in Krycek's hand, the half-
empty bag of marshmallows, the sticks they had obviously used
to toast said marshmallows over the roaring flames in the
fireplace...
Realizing with dismay that there had been completely logical
explanations for what he had hoped were erotic little games,
Skinner gave a frustrated grunt. His dick was demanding
attention, the mental images he had conjured up leaving him
hot and bothered.
S'mores, my ass, Skinner thought glumly while he jerked his
jeans down his thighs. He would get his rocks off if it was
the last thing he would do!
Mulder and Krycek shared a slightly nervous look when they
saw the big man approach with a predatory grin on his face.
They scooted backwards, not entirely sure why their lover was
suddenly prowling like a lion.
"W-Walter?" Mulder croaked while his back banged into the
coffee table. He immediately felt trapped. "Walter? What's
wrong?"
Krycek gave a nervous little smile and blinked innocently up
at the big man. "Um, hey, Walter, want me to toast a
marshmallow for you?"
The answering deep growl caused both younger men to shudder
slightly. They gave a surprised squeak when they realized
they were easy prey. "Walter?" they asked anxiously. "W-
Walter?"
Skinner pounced.
"Oh, Walter!"
THE END.
he sight that greeted him when he entered his home took his
breath away.
