by Jo F
He walked to his desk and sat down. There was a stack of case files that needed
to be gone through, but Walter just didn't think he could concentrate on them
right now. It was quiet in the building, the JEH almost deserted. Liberal leave
had been called, so most of the agents and staff hadn't even shown up. There
were maybe 5 people on the 4th floor, nobody he was on conversation terms with,
let alone friendly. Walter knew he was never one for small talk. Sharon always
teased him about that. Get him in some other setting besides work, and she
might have had a 200 pound silent lump at her side. But Sharon had been good at
things like that. She usually managed to find some topic of conversation he
knew about and dragged him into the fray. Next thing he knew, she had taken him
by the arm and was bidding everyone goodnight. It wasn't that he couldn't make
small talk, he mused, he just didn't know how to get started. Once someone
shoved him into it, he was fine.
Bored. Here he was, almost 50, and he was bored shitless. You think he'd be
old enough to be able to amuse himself, but no, not today. He considered once
again the stack of case files, and dismissed them just as quickly. He got up
and walked around his office, gazing over random objects. The picture of Janet
Reno, the flags in the corner. Walter didn't keep many personal items here in
the office. An old picture of Sharon sat on the table in the corner. Walter
smiled, considering the uproar it would cause if he set out a picture of his
current lover.
Thoughts of his lover spun Walter's thoughts into a whole new direction.
Whirling into his life not unlike the hurricane blowing outside, turning him
completely inside out and upside down. He laughed out loud at the thoughts of
the man he used to be compared to the man he was now.
His gaze pulled once again to the storm outside, he realized how apt the
comparison between his mercurial lover and the hurricane truly was. Thinking
about the smile that could light up the face that was all too serious, the
infectious laugh that rang out clear and true. The mischief that could shine
from those twinkling eyes.
Walter's thoughts turned to that beautiful body. Slim and trim, firm and solid.
No fat to be found. Shoulders not quite as broad as people thought, shoulder
pads did remarkable things. Made those suits hang so nicely. Slacks covered
that gorgeous ass perfectly. Not too loose, just snugged across those cheeks.
And that chest, hidden from view all too much by jackets. Dear God, how he
loved to run his hands from shoulder to waist, feeling those nipples harden
beneath his hands, it had to be one of Walter's biggest turn-ons. Although,
thought Walter, they have got to be the most responsive ones I've ever seen, bar
none. Down he went, picturing that narrow waist. He could almost span that
waist with his hands, like the shoulder, far smaller than anyone considered.
Walter figured that all that running around the job required helped to keep that
"girlish figure." What a laugh they'd had the first time THAT phrase came up!
Surprisingly long legs tapered down to trim ankles and slim feet. He'd been
extremely surprised to find out just how sensitive those feet were. Just
getting out of the shower one night, wrapped in nothing but a towel, he
playfully knelt down at the foot of the bed and ran his tongue up an instep.
Shocked by the moan of desire, he looked up into half-closed eyes and listened
to that breathy voice whisper to "do that again, Walter. Oh, God, that's so
good."
Walter then proceeded to pay quite a bit of attention to those narrow feet;
licking, kissing and sucking left his lover a writhing mass of flesh beneath
him. His orgasm hit him so hard that night, he'd though his brain and all
organs south had shot out the end of his cock. Now, that particular play area
was saved for special occasions.
Walter reached down and adjusted himself, smiling at how his lover could do this
to him. Especially since they were so far apart. Broken Bow, Nebraska, to be
exact. Something about cows. He just hoped it wasn't another cow tipping
episode.
He gave another laugh thinking about how excited Mulder, a city kid, had been
about that case. It wasn't until he'd had Mulder describe the crime scene that
he did something he'd never done before. Laughed out loud at one of his agents.
Mulder was amazed at the response. Walter then proceeded to explain about cow
tipping and asked if the farmer was handy. Mulder said yes, he was, and put the
farmer on the phone.
AD Skinner calmly reviewed the circumstances with the man, verified the info his
agents had faxed to him, and then proceeded to read the man the riot act. As
only Assistant Director Skinner can do. Misuse of federal manpower was the
least of the worries for the hapless farmer. Walter informed the man that he
should have called his local police or county sheriff's office, and never, ever
had called the feds in on a two-bit case like this.
Getting Mulder back on the phone, he proceeded to inform the agent to call the
"local yokels" and share all the info with them, and then he and his partner
were to get their butts on a plan and back to DC. Pronto.
Becoming aware of the growing darkness in his office, Walter walked over and
turned on the small lamp on the corner of his desk. Spying an object laying
there, he picked it up. A small geode was cradled in his palm. Another apt
comparison to his love. Not many people cared to get beneath the surface and
find the beauty below. A beauty that glinted and shone like the facets of the
crystals inside this ordinary looking stone. All for him. And how close had he
himself come to not digging to find that beauty? The small smile upon his face
disappeared when he thought of it. He'd almost let that exterior fool him,
almost let it turn him away. Walter was externally grateful that he'd extended
the effort. He'd gained a gem beyond compare.
Looking at the case files once again, he shook his head. This morning, coming
into work seemed like a good idea. Get caught up on paperwork, he thought. A
fat lot of good that had done. He'd spent most of the day contemplating affairs
of the heart. His heart, to be exact.
Drawn once again to the window, he was contemplating the storm outside when the
phone rang. Walter walked over and picked up the cell phone. "Skinner."
"Hello, you."
"Hello, yourself. What are you doing calling me here?"
"I just wanted to make sure you haven't drifted away in the storm. I understand
you're getting hammered pretty good."
"Oh, hell, it'll take a lot more than this to blow this old Marine away. How
are things going in B.F. Nebraska?"
"Oh, not bad. We should be wrapped up tomorrow. And no, it wasn't a cow-tipping
incident."
Walter chuckled. "I thought about that today. Wondered if you were going to
get sucked into that old story."
"Ha, ha. Very funny. Ho ho. It is to laugh. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool
me twice, shame on me. Never again, old dear."
Smiling, Walter said, "And that's why you're my number one team. How's your
better half?"
"Sleeping the sleep of the just. Out like a light. At least for a while. Pizza
is on order for later, and a late night horror movie fest. Kinda like a
sleepover."
"Well, you just remember who's bed you're coming home to. And don't forget to
wear those long flannel pajamas. You know, the one's with the feet."
"Those? They are simply not a fashion statement, Walter. I was thinking of
something skimpy and barely there. See if it shakes up the partner. Besides,
we're gonna do each other's hair later. Well, I'm gonna do hair, anyway. My
own, at least. You know how particular I am. And anyway, you think I could
forget you? Not in a million lifetimes."
"See that you don't. Come home safe to me, love. I miss you."
"I miss you too, my heart. Whups, knocking at the door. I'll see you
tomorrow?"
"Count on it, babe. Take care coming home. Between me and thee."
"Between me and thee, my heart. Until tomorrow. Goodnight, Walter."
"Good night, love."
Walter disconnected the call and stared out the window one more time. He took a
deep breath and let it out slowly. Walking over to the desk, he gathered up his
briefcase and umbrella, shrugged into his raincoat, turned off the light and
headed for the door. Listening to the rain and wind against his window for a
moment, thinking of how his life had been washed clean with just such phenomena
in the person of his love, he shook his head and shut the door.
Walter drove through the city of Washington, D.C., making his way slowly home
through the rush hour traffic. He had the radio on, but was not particularly
listening to the music. The weather report caught his attention, mentioned the
probability of snow in the higher elevations, anywhere from 1-3 inches.
He had received a telephone call earlier from his love, stating that he'd be
back home tonight, after successfully dealing with the cow situation in Broken
Bow. It turned out that some of the local high school kids were angry at an old
farmer, and were taking his cows from the pasture, painting them with
glow-in-the-dark paint and then turning them loose to run around town. The two
agents had quickly put a stop to that, but it had taken a few days to round up
all the culprits and get the proper punishment established.
Walter smiled at the idea of the boys having to scrub the paint off the cows,
and then having to paint the farmer's barn, which was probably the largest in a
50 mile area, according to Mulder. Well, if they insisted on being paint happy,
it could at least be to someone else's benefit, right? No charges were brought
up, as none of the cows had been stolen, just decorated and returned,
eventually. And at least they weren't running around Main Street. Walter had
laughed at the old farmer's idea of the barn painting. Let the punishment fit
the crime, indeed!
Making his way over the Memorial Bridge and past Arlington Cemetery and the
Pentagon towards I-395, Walter started mentally planning his weekend. It was a
long weekend, with the Feds getting Monday off for the Columbus Day holiday.
He'd been thinking about the cabin all week long, and had let his lover know
about it on the phone. "Meet me at the cabin, and I'll have a special surprise
for you there."
Getting onto I-395, he bypassed his regular exit to Crystal City and drove down
to Rt. 7. Humming along to himself, he went to this little out-of-the-way shop
he knew. Entering, he looked over the merchandise a bit before selecting his
purchases, making sure he had plenty of lube and condoms. He remembered the time
when he first came in here, how embarrassed he was to be shopping for "toys"
that he could use on his lover. Now, it was old hat, and the proprietress knew
and greeted him by name.
Setting his bag of goodies on the seat beside him, Walter started the car and
drove home to Crystal City. He left the bag and went to the apartment and stayed
just long enough to pack a bag, then got back in the car, ran by the supermarket
to get food stuff for this weekend, then started the hour and a half long drive
to his cabin. Tucked up into the Blue Ridge, it sat on 10 acres of land and was
very secluded and private. There wasn't any problem with playing any type of
games here, whether they be inside or outside. Making love in the hammock was
awkward, but fun, he'd discovered some time ago.
Walter drove, thinking about how much he needed to get away, and wishing he
could do so more often. But with having one of his subordinates as his lover,
everything had to remain hush-hush for now. He'd be glad when the time came that
he could be open about everything. But that time was not now.
Finally turning down the dirt road that led to the cabin, he was pleased to see
that his love had not arrived yet. That gave him time to get everything set up.
He had a lot of work to do!
First, get the food put away, leaving out the "fun" stuff, the chocolate sauce
that was his weakness, the whipped cream so it wouldn't be too cold when it was
applied. A bowl of warm water next to the fireplace with the massage oil in it.
He knew his love would be cramped up from sitting in an airplane for hours.
The soft blanket that they kept nearby so they wouldn't get oil on the fir rug
in front of the fireplace was spread. He looked outside and noticed that it was
beginning to get snow. He hoped that there would be no problem getting here now
that it was almost dark.
Candles were lit, and the lights turned down. The soft illumination would be
wonderfully relaxing, and that's just what he was aiming for.
Next, dinner. He had some steaks he wanted to marinade, so he got them out and
ready to soak. He scrubbed potatoes and prepared them to bake. Fresh veggies
were set to steam. The table was set with a tablecloth and dishes, and the
flowers that he had purchased at the supermarket were set in the middle of the
table, next to candles in the candleholders that had belonged to his
grandmother.
Walter showered, put on clean clothes, jeans that had seen better days, almost
white and worn through in a couple of places, and a soft forest green henley.
Walter knew how much these jeans turned on his partner, and he wore them
specifically tonight.
Soft music was playing on the stereo when he heard the crunch of tires on the
gravel drive. Looking out the big picture window, he spotted his lover and
stepped out onto the big front porch. Soft moonlight bathed him in its glow,
and painted the landscape with a silver sheen.
"Hey, you," Walter growled.
"Oh, man, are you a sight for sore eyes."
"I've missed you, too. Got any other bags?"
"Nope, just this one. We ran into a storm over Minneapolis, which delayed us
for a bit. Drove right out here from the airport."
"Good. C'mon in. Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, but not necessarily for food. You're wearing those jeans again. Didn't
your mother ever tell you it was indecent to let things hang out of your clothes
like that?"
Walter grinned, "Yeah, but she ain't here, is she?"
"Oh, and I am SO glad!"
Footsteps on the 3 stairs leading up to the porch were heard, and then Walter
felt himself surrounded by loving arms, and warm, gentle lips met his. "Welcome
home, love."
"Ummmm. Thank you. Let's go in, it's beginning to get a big cold out here. And
I don't want you to catch a chill in those clothes you're hardly wearing."
Walter led the way back into the cabin. "Let's eat dinner first, I've not had
anything since lunch, and you are definitely going to need your strength!"
Glittering eyes followed him around the kitchen. "Is that the teriyaki marinade
that I like so much? Did you save any for dipping? What veggies did you make?
Is there anything that I can do?"
Walter laughed. "No, and stop hopping around before you hurt yourself. Why
don't you go in and take a quick shower, get into some comfortable clothes. By
that time, it'll be time to eat."
"Oh, all right. If you're sure I can't do anything to help." This was whispered
in his ear as a firm hand brushed against the front of his jeans. "If you're
sureŠŠ"
Walter grabbed his lover and kissed him, waiting for the soft moan that he knew
would come. When it did, he gently eased his tongue past those soft lips and
tasted the mouth he so loved to explore. Giving thanks for the fact that his
lover was so oral, he took a few minutes to play and fight for dominance of this
kiss, he let his tongue caress that of his partners. Breaking off the kiss, he
listened to the harsh breathing of his lover. Knowing that his own breath was
just as ragged, he took the man by the shoulders and pushed him toward the
bathroom. "Go, shower now. If we don't eat now, we never will, and I'm
hungry."
Flashing a wicked grin, he turned, and tracing his fingers along his very
visible erection, he gazed at Walter and said, Are you sure you don't want
dessert first?"
Walter reached out, snagged a dishtowel from the rack and popped it at his
lover. "Go! Get! Shoo!", and listened to the merry laughter that echoed
through the cabin. Just as he was setting the last of the dishes on the table,
he felt arms circle his waist. "Anything else to do?"
"Nope, just set yourself down."
"Good, just in time to get out of the work."
"Oh, I don't want to hear that. You've had it easy all week long, while I've
had to sit in meeting after boring meeting, and have my butt chewed out once
again over Mulder's expenses."
"Oh, poor you. At least you haven't had to run after him every time he gets a
notion. We're driving along, when all of a sudden, he slams on the breaks,
jumps out of the car, runs through this field and starts screaming something
about crop circles. As it turned out, all the farmer was doing was cutting
silage for his cows. Nothing mysterious, nothing alien, but I almost get my head
put through the windshield. You can't tell me that you've had a worse week than
I have!"
Walter laughed, and said, "No, I guess I haven't!"
Conversation died down while they ate their meal, sharing loving glances and
soft touches. After doing the dishes, they went out to the living room, where
Walter had set the scene for a massage.
"Oh, man, I could really use one of those right about now! I've got this crick
in my neck that just won't go away!"
"That's what I'm here for, baby. Why don't you take off your clothes and get
comfortable while I get the massage oil?"
Turning to make sure the oil was properly warmed, he looked back to see his
lover lying down with his face buried in his arms, looking good enough to eat.
Walter couldn't resist leaning down and gently kissing one shoulder blade.
He heard a mumbled, "Stop that, it tickles," and chuckled as he poured the warm
oil in his hand, rubbed them together and stroked up his partner's back.
"oooooooohhhhhhhh, gawd, that feels so goodŠ.."
"It's intended to."
The man before him was reduced to a puddle of goo by the time Walter finished
with his back and neck, almost purring his satisfaction. Walter had turned him
over during the massage, and had smoothed gentle fingers over stress hard
muscles in his chest and legs. Now Walter turned him again, onto his stomach
and reached for the oil once again, this time paying particular attention to his
backside. A moan was heard when a finger was slipped between the large muscles,
and softly pressed up against the rosebud opening.
Oiling his hands again, Walter teased his partner with long strokes down the
center, spreading the oil as he went. Brushing repeated over his lover's hole,
he sometimes dipped his finger in to lightly penetrate. Soon, his lover was
pushing gently upward for a deeper massage. Walter coated his fingers well, and
pushed into the warm opening before him. Sliding the well-lubed finger in and
out, he soon added two and listened to the sounds coming from the man on the rug
before him. Watching him in the firelight always turned Walter on, and by the
time he was up to three fingers, Walter was rock hard, and ready for action.
Sliding a condom on, and lubing it up well, he positioned his lover by adding a
pillow under his hips, making sure that the hard cock wasn't pinned
uncomfortably. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the man beneath him.
Just as he lined up his cock at his lover's entrance, he heard a soft, "Wait."
"What is it, love?"
"Wanna see you, wanna watch you. Missed you so much."
Walter helped his man turn over, and gazed into those eyes he loved so much.
Watched them close in ecstasy as he pushed and entered his lover. Watched the
brow briefly crease as he pushed past the tight ring inside, but smooth out once
the body below him adjusted to his thickness. Seeing those eyes open, and all
the love that they contained made Walter vow once again that this homecoming
would be one of the best ever. Slowly he began to withdraw from the tight heat,
and just as slowly pushed in. Hearing that low moan again almost drove him to
the brink, but he managed to control himself, and did it again.
"Oh, please, Walter, fuck me. Fuck me so good."
"Oh, yeah, I will, baby. I will."
"Fuck me now!"
Walter didn't need any more encouragement, he started to stroke into his lover,
angling so that he hit that little nub of flesh inside and watching his lover
writhe beneath him. Eyes once again closed, the man had now ceased to form any
recognizable words, but the sounds he made drove Walter mad.
"Aaahhh, aaahhh, oh oh oh, Wallllllllttttttteeeerrrrrrrr!"
At the sound of his name on his lover's lips, he drove inside the willing body
once, twice and again, roaring out his completion as he pumped inside his lover.
Just retaining enough sense to not fall and crush his partner, Walter slid down
beside the boneless man. Gasping air, trying to regain his composure, Walter
looked at the man lying next to him on the soft blanket. The flames highlighted
the sable brown hair and flickered in the moss green eyes of the man lying next
to him. Walter smiled gently at Alex Krycek as he rolled over to look at the
man who had given him such pleasure.
A voice was heard from the chair on the other side of him. "Oh, that was just
too good for words," she sighed, removing her hand from her sopping wet pussy.
Then her face slid into an extremely obstinate pout. Walter looked up to see
her slide down onto the floor next to them and kiss the fucked-stupid grin on
his face. "But next time, I get to be the first one in the door, Alex."
Walter grinned and reached for her, looking into her clear blue eyes. He
brushed back her red hair, noting that it looked so very much like the flames in
the fireplace.
"Dana, next time is your time, and you'll have both of us all to yourself."
Walter chuckled. "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it!"
She snuggled down between them, Walter cuddling in on one side, Alex on the
other. She sighed, and said sleepily, "Promises, promises," as they drifted off
to sleep.
alter stared out of his office window and sighed. Hurricane Floyd was blowing
through town. There was nothing to see out this fourth floor window, nothing
but rain. It was raining hard enough that he couldn't even see the buildings
across 9th Street. Sighing again, he turned away from the bleakness outside.
