Title: The Office Visit (aka “Mistake #3”)
\nAuthor: Squidgie (Walter H. Hopgood)
\nEmail address: walterh@squidge.org
\nFandom: X-Files
\nPairing: Mulder\/Skinner
\nRating: NC-17
\nArchiving: OK to archive (just let me know where!)
\nNotes: This is offered as response to a challenge made on
\nthe MaleSlashFans mailing list. That challenge was based
\non an article in Mens Health Magazine on “eight things you
\nshouldn’t do with your penis”. Don’t blame me – this is
\nUnChuck’s fault. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
if [“$FEEDBACK” = “flames”]
\nthen
\ncat $FEEDBACK > \/dev\/null
\nelse
\nmail -s “Feedback for your story” walterh@squidge.org < $FEEDBACK
\nfi<\/p>\n
(OK, so I’m a geek)<\/p>\n
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*<\/p>\n
“You wanted to see me, sir?” Mulder made his way past the thick
\ndoor to his boss’ office, closing it solidly behind him. He
\nwalked toward the larger man, his suit pants and white shirt
\npulled tight against his body.<\/p>\n
“Agent Mulder,” Assistant Director Skinner almost grinned. “I’m
\nglad to see you.” The built man rose from his chair and walked
\nover, meeting Mulder halfway. A meaty hand rose to Mulder’s
\nshoulder, as if to stop him. “Hang on a second.” Skinner
\ncontinued toward his office door, opening it up just enough to
\npoke his head out. “Miss Mathews?” He attempted to get his temp’s
\nattention. She was an older woman, slightly hard of hearing and
\nprone to bouts of daydreaming. Obviously, she was in this state
\nnow. A deep throat-clearing cough rose from Skinner’s chest,
\nloud enough to wake the dead from Mulder’s last few cases, followed
\nby “Miss Mathews?” Skinner edged more of his body out of
\nthe door.<\/p>\n
“Oh, yes sir?” The light haired woman finally came back to reality,
\na place where she obviously spent little time. She rose at her
\ndesk, “What can I do for you, sir?”<\/p>\n
The feeling of a tug on the front of Skinner’s pants caught him off
\nguard. “-Uh- Don’t get up! No, I don’t need anything further,
\nMiss Mathews.” Skinner felt a hand snake through the opening of
\nhis pants, massaging his thick cock through his underwear. “Please
\njust go ahead and clock out,” he managed to add without sounding
\ntoo breathy. “It’s getting late,” he continued, as a wet sensation
\nbegan penetrating the material of his pants and underwear, “Just
\nclock out. I’ll see you on Monday.”<\/p>\n
The office door shut quickly, and the room was filled with the
\nsound of the lock being turned, securing the lovers in the room
\ntogether. Skinner finally looked down and saw Mulder, on his
\nknees, with one hand inserted through the zipper, aiming the immense
\ncock down Skinner’s pant leg. He moaned as Mulder continued
\nmassaging the larger mans balls and base of the cock. The hand
\nhad snaked the cockhead out of the leg of the briefs and aimed it
\ntowards the right pocket of the pants, where it was currently being
\nsucked and wet from the outside. “Mulder, dammit!” he quietly
\nexclaimed through clenched teeth, “Let’s at least get away from the
\ndamn door.”<\/p>\n
The tongue removed itself from the pant leg, “But Wally! It’s
\nkindof fun -”<\/p>\n
“Don’t you ‘But Wally’ me, mister!” Skinner replied, with more
\njoviality in his voice than mock anger. He put his hands in Mulder’s
\narmpits and pulled him up to meet eye to eye. A quick kiss brought
\ntheir lips and tongues together. “Get over to my desk,” he hissed,
\nas they pulled apart.<\/p>\n
Mulder withdrew his hand from his lover’s pants, leaving a gaping
\nhole where the zipper was down. He smiled and eased his way over,
\nwaiting for Skinner to join him. As he tried to turn, a hand
\nheld him in place. Skinner brought his body up against Mulder’s and
\nbegan rubbing his hardened cock between Mulder’s asscheeks, only
\nseparated by the material of their clothes.<\/p>\n
Kisses found their way from Skinner’s mouth, delivered lightly down
\nMulder’s back. His hands followed down each side of Mulder’s
\nbody, tracing each contour, pausing slightly only to reach around
\nand tweak the succulent nubs of nipple that lay on Mulder’s perfect
\nchest. Continuing down, Skinner bypassed the leather belt, and
\ndove directly to the asscheeks his clothed cock had just been
\nassaulting. Once there, he bit and gnawed at the material, at the
\ndeliciously round bottom that was in front of him. “God, I love
\nyour ass, Mulder,” he mumbled between bites. He breathed out,
\nletting the body warmed air caress Mulder’s ass cheeks, going
\nthrough the fibers and tickling the sensitive skin around Mulder’s
\nanus.<\/p>\n
With the hot breath caressing him, Mulder pushed back, trying to
\ngive more and more of himself to his lover. His hands went behind
\nhis back, pulling the balding head closer to his body. The
\ncombination of moistness and heat was turning him on greatly,
\nand his cock throbbed in his pants for attention. He guided
\nSkinner’s hands from his sides to where his penis lay screaming
\nin his pants, begging for attention. The larger man massaged
\nMulder’s cock expertly, while his teeth nipped on Mulder’s backside,
\nleaving small marks of red underneath the material, as if to stake
\nout his territory.<\/p>\n
Mulder pulled forward gently and turned himself around slowly to
\nface his lover. He gazed down into Skinner’s eyes, seeing the
\nfire that burned below the cool exterior. He leaned forward, bending
\nat the waist, and claimed a kiss. After their tongues mingled, each
\ntasting the other deeply, Mulder leaned back up, and ground his
\ncrotch into his lover’s face. Skinner brought his hands forward and
\ngrabbed for the front of Mulder’s pants, but had his hands swatted
\nout of the way.<\/p>\n
“No,” Mulder said seductivly. “With your teeth.”<\/p>\n
Skinner was always surprised at how sensual his lover could be.
\nTo know Fox Mulder was to realize his passion, and Walter loved
\nthat that passion spilled over from Mulder’s job into their
\nsex life. He obeyed, and leaned up, taking the end of the
\nleather belt in his mouth. As he moved his head, manipulating
\nthe belt free, the taste of the leather in his mouth exploded
\non his tongue, causing him to moan. Within a few more moves,
\nhe freed the belt from how it had been locked in place. As he
\nmoved up to work on the zipper, he realized how much his lover
\nwas turned on, and nuzzled Mulder’s cock back and forth within
\nthe confines of Mulder’s pants. Mulder hissed in a sigh, as
\nthe sensitive cockhead was moved back and forth along the silk
\nlining of his woolen trousers.<\/p>\n
“Take it out, Walter. Suck me off.” Mulder could be quite
\nblunt when it came to matters of the bedroom, and Skinner was
\nall too happy to oblige. He rose on his knees slightly, and
\nnuzzled his lips and tongue into the zipper opening of Mulder’s
\npants. Skinner was eager to free his lover, so with the taste
\nof metal coming from between his front teeth, he began to
\nfree Mulder’s member.<\/p>\n
Halfway down, Mulder pushed his crotch into the larger man’s
\nface, grinding against the hot skin he found there. Skinner
\nfelt hot flesh against him, and hurriedly moved his mouth
\ndown, almost completing the trip of the zipper. With one
\nquick tug he was almost through, when a piercing scream
\nechoed through the room. Startled, but still holding the end
\nof the zipper in his mouth, Skinner looked up, and as he
\nsaw the uncontrollable look of excruciating pain paint itself
\nacross Mulder’s face, he too was subjected to a horrendous
\npain that seemed to emanate from his lips. The pain was
\nunbearable, and the sound of two men screaming threatened
\nto bring down the walls.<\/p>\n
*~*~*~*~*~<\/p>\n
Dana Scully sighed, and looked at the paperwork that seemed to
\nfill her desk. It looked like it was to be another quiet
\nweekend at home, finishing what she couldn’t face at the office.
\nAnother sigh left her lips, as she stood up and began to
\nshovel the paperwork into her case. Her actions were interrupted
\nby the shrill sound of a telephone ringing. “Scully” she
\ntiredly barked into the phone, after picking it up.<\/p>\n
Milliseconds after responding to the phone, she knew something
\nwas not right. There seemed to be a man in the background
\nwho was in pain, based on the amount of noise he was making,
\nand the person holding the phone seemed to be breathing
\nrather hard. “Hello?” she queried.<\/p>\n
The breathing man took a second, but finally spoke.
\n“Agen Scuwwy, dis is Waatu Skinnu. Pwease con up to ny
\noffiss now!”<\/p>\n
Scully pulled the phone back and looked at it, as if it could
\nexplain what was going on, then put it back to her ear.
\n“Skinner? Sir, are you OK?”<\/p>\n
Exasperated, the voice cried out in pain, then tried to focus.
\n“No. Pwease get up here. Ny offiss key is unduh ny sekwateries
\nin box. Pwease huwwy.”<\/p>\n
“Oh my god sir, are you hurt? I’ll be right there!” Scully
\ndropped her bag, and made her way to the stairs, up several
\nflights, and down the deserted corridor to her boss’ office
\nat break-neck speed. She tried the door, beating on it when
\nshe found it locked. \/The key\/ she thought to herself.
\n\/Where’s the damn key?!?!\/ She tore the secretaries desk
\napart searching for it, going faster with each cry of pain
\nthat emanated from the office. The key finally surfaced,
\nafter being roused from a stack of papers near the inbox,
\nand she shot to the door, unlocked it, and flung it open in
\none quick, smooth motion. Exasperated, she ran into the
\noffice to aid her ailing boss.<\/p>\n
Three steps in she stopped cold, her face expressionless.
\nShe stood there, staring at her boss and partner, each
\nof whom had a different part of his anatomy embedded
\nin Mulder’s trouser zipper. As it sank in, she was the first
\nto break the silence, with a small giggle. As it built, she
\ncontinued laughing uncontrollably, holding her stomach which
\nnow ached.<\/p>\n
The younger man could control it no longer. “Dammit Scully!”
\nhe yelled.<\/p>\n
It was followed up quickly by a loud “SHU DA DOOW!” that rose
\nfrom Skinner’s chest, filling the room.<\/p>\n
Between giggles, Scully managed to ask, “I’m *giggle* I’m
\nsorry, sir. *giggle* What?”<\/p>\n
Hot breath leaving his lips angrily, Mulder answered for the
\nlarger man, “He said ‘SHUT THE DOOR’!” At that exertion,
\nhe winced in pain and let out a loud yelp.<\/p>\n
Scully composed herself enough to turn around and shut the
\ndoor, closing them off from the rest of the world. She walked
\ntowards her partner and her boss, and tried to put on her
\n“Doctor” face, assessing the situation as best she could.
\nIt appeared that Mulder was stuck on the downstroke of the
\nzipper, and Skinner on the upstroke, each with a fair amount
\nof flesh mangled by the steel. “OK, you two,” she began,
\nas she finished her examination. I’m going to go downstairs
\nand get a pair of needle-nose pliars and some topical xylocaine.
\nFirst I’m going to numb you up here,” she poked Mulder
\ngently just above the crown on the top of his penis, “and
\nyou, sir, here” pointing to Skinner’s upper lip.<\/p>\n
“Whatever.” Mulder said exasperated. “Can you just do it
\nsoon. And quietly?!” Mulder knew he was never going to hear
\nthe end of this. But getting Scully to help was the only sane
\nand safe way of getting them out of this situation without
\nhurting themselves beyond that threshold of pain on which they
\nwere already teetering.<\/p>\n
“Wait a minute,” Scully said, moving Mulder’s penis gently
\nin her hand. “Oh my god, look at this….” The tone of her
\nvoice captured the two men’s attention, and diverted it
\nfrom the situation just long enough for her. With one hand
\nshe grabbed the material of the pants, and with the other, the
\ncold metal clasp of the zipper, and yanked it firmly and
\nquickly up, releasing it’s two prisoners.<\/p>\n
And the halls were filled with the sounds of two grown men
\nhowling in intense pain, and one woman, laughing as she had
\nnever laughed before.<\/p>\n
The end.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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