Stakeout by Surreal (surreal666@hotmail.com) Spoilers: not a one Category: Langly/Byers Rating: NC/17 Archive: Unusual Suspects, LGM archive Disclaimer: This was *not* in the original programming agenda, so I've made it my civic duty to write it anyway. But I still don't own these boys. Summery: Langly and Byers keep warm on a late- night stakeout. ----------------------- Location Unknown 12:42am With a frustrated sigh I set the parameter alarms and turn off the headset, carelessly tossing it onto the bench that serves as our workstation in the back of the van. "Still nothing?" a muffled voice asks. I glance over to my left; Langly is curled up on the floor next to the bench seat, his entire body wrapped in a blanket, tucked into a tight little ball. His head is peaking out just enough, resting on the pillow he had the good sense to bring with us. With a growl I slide off the box I had been sitting on and drop to the floor next to him. "No, still nothing," I growl, raking my hand through my hair. We've been out here for almost two days now, under Mulder's misguided insistence that 'something is happening in that warehouse, and I wanna be there when they slip up'. Fools that we are, we allowed ourselves to be talked into working this private, personal stakeout with him, mostly because Scully refused to and Mulder is a very convincing whiner. He and Frohike are sitting in Mulder's car on the other side watching the front entrances, while Langly and I are parked out back and monitoring the doors and such. So far, we've seen nothing to suggest any kind of evil secretive plotting or the such, but Mulder is also very persistent. A few minutes ago he pleaded for "just one more night, then we'll give it up". Sigh...all right, then. Besides the obvious things (need to shower, eat something substantial besides fast food, etc...) the weather hasn't been on our side, either. It's cold. I mean, *really* cold. Last I checked it was below freezing out there, and Langly and I are stuck sitting in the back of our van with a few blankets and a very weak heater. I hate this. I look down at Langly again. He's been curled like that for a while. He'd left his glasses on the bench/table when he'd gone to lay down to try and keep warm. It doesn't look like it's working; I can see him shivering from here. Kneeling down next to him, I reach up to stroke his hair. "Still cold?" He nods against my hand, not opening his eyes. Leaning down, I kiss his temple gently, still stroking his hair. "Anything I can do to help?" I whisper as I move up to kiss his cold-reddened ear. That gets his attention. He looks up at me, eyes slitted curiously. "Maybe..." he says, shifting a bit to face me. He reaches up with a hand still gripping the blanket, tugs at me to kiss him. His lips are cold, his cheeks red. I wrap my arm around him, pull him closer to kiss him, doing my best to warm him. As we pull apart our breath fogs the air. He scoots his body closer to me, rolling to lay on his back and pushing the blanket aside. He offers his body to me, silently pleading for me to warm him with my own. It works; I can feel the heat increase in my stomach, spreading though my own body as I bend down to kiss him again, covering his body with my own and combining our heat. I reach down, unzipping his light jacket and working my hand under the fabric of his t-shirt. He yelps, jumping at the contact. "Jesus! Your hands are freezing!" he giggles. "Hmmm...I can fix that." I bring my hands up to my mouth, breathing warm air into my clasped palms. After a moment I reach down again, tuck my hand into the waistband of his jeans and down, searching. I find his cock and wrap my fingers around it, stroking lightly in the cramped space of his jeans. "That better?" "Mmmmhmmm," he hums, closing his eyes and smiling. As I move I can feel his cock get harder and he leans his head back against his pillow, moaning softly. His right hand reaches out, groping blindly until he finds my left arm, the one I'm bracing myself with. His fingers dig into my arm tightly, his puffing breath making little fog clouds. I lean down to capture his mouth, taking his warm breath into mine. Too soon he turns his head, breaking away. "John, please..." he groans, and I feels his hips moving, legs spreading, needing more. I pull my hand out, making him whimper at the loss of heat. Quickly I unzip his jeans, pushing them down just enough to expose his hard cock. He hisses, the cold air hitting his erection and I *know* that stings. I lean over him, taking his cock in my hand again as kiss the tip. A little more of him in my mouth and I'm tonguing the slit, stroking him with my fingers and he his back arches, a strangled little cry escaping his throat. I feel myself getting harder from just that sound and I move faster, wanting to hear that rasp in his cry again. His moans get louder as I continue to suck his cock, breathing hot puffs of air and taking him deep. His hand on my head, fingers gripping my hair and I know he's close. He pulls his other leg up, knee bend as he struggles to keep control but still thrusts against me. His fingers tighten on my head, I can feel the muscles in his leg and his stomach tighten under my own hands. That harsh, strangled cry again and I push him out just a little as he comes so I can swallow quickly, taking everything he has. If the heat of his semen is any indication, I'd say he's not cold anymore. I lick him clean for a moment before raising my head to look at him. His face is still flushed, but this time from arousal. He pants, eyes slitting open just a little to look down at me. "Warmer now?" My voice is harsh from my own arousal, I notice. "Ohh..god, John," he mumbles as he sits up, capturing my mouth with his in a tired but passionate kiss. He lets go, but keeps his forehead pressed against mine. I close my eyes, enjoying the warmth we've found in each other. I feel his hand move up my leg, massaging gently as it meets my groin and he squeezes the tightened fabric. I can't help it; I moan, feeling my own cock getting harder from his caressing grip. I swear, I can *feel* him smile as he says, "Your turn." I watch as he bring his other hand up and opens my pants, and I move up a little to push the clothing down out of the way. I was right; the cold air *does* sting. I see him dig in his pockets for a moment before coming up with a tube of lube. "Should I even ask why you have that with you?" I ask smugly. Damn, it's cold. I take my cock into my hand and stroke myself absently, my only purpose being to keep from getting frostbite on the absolutely *last* place I need it. He holds the tube in his fist and I know the stuff is freezing and I appreciate the gesture. He leans forward to kiss me, his free hand wrapping around the one I have on my cock and stopping my movement. "Not yet," he whispers, although I can see he is aroused by what I was doing. He lets go, working the tube for a moment before squeezing a fair amount onto his fingers. He bats my hand away and wraps his slicked fingers around my cock and it's my turn to yelp. "Oh shit, oh...shit, that's cold...fuck." He laughs at my painful little chant but soon the motion of his hand warms the lube and I'm thrusting desperately into his hand. "Oh, god...Ringo, please..." Apparently my inability to speak coherently was not just a product of the cold. I tug at him, making him turn. He understands, sensing my need. He pulls his jeans down lower, exposing his ass. I reach for the lube, too far gone to worry about how cold it is. I hurriedly apply some to my fingers and press them into him. "OH...MY GOD," he cries out, his muscles clenching around my fingers. Guess it was a bit colder than I thought... "Sorry, baby," I try to calm him down. He is on his knees in front of me, facing away with his head pressed firmly into the pillow. I can still hear his muffled whimpers as I move my fingers inside him, letting his own heat warm the lube. "Mmmm...give me a little warning next time," he mutters into the pillow. "I promise there won't be a next time...no more sex in subzero temperatures," I answer absently as I move up, on my knees between his legs and shape my body to his. With one hand I reach between us and take my cock into my hand. I move slowly despite my nagging need to be joined, to be wrapped around him and to be inside him. I know his muscles are tight from the cold, and I have to take this carefully. I push my cock into him, a little at a time with slow, gentle thrusts and I feel him gradually relax, opening himself up and taking me into him. I can hear him breathing, faster and harsh from where his head is tucked almost under his chest. I pull out almost all the way when I feel that he is as relaxed as he is going to get, then thrust back into him completely with one quick motion. "Aaugh...oh, god..." he cries out, tightening around me again out of reflex. I wrap one hand around him to grasp his cock, which has gotten hard again from the stimulation of me inside him. I push in as I stroke him, keeping him warm as he is doing the same for me. He pushes back against me, into my thrusts and I can hear my own moans echoing in the van. He raises his head, panting now and fogging the air in front of him. I snake my other arm around his waist and pull him down onto me as I sit back, pulling him back with me. I sit up on my heels, holding him tight with his back against my chest as I continue to thrust into him with an increased intensity. "Shit...oh, god, John...fuck," he mumbles and cries, and I shift a little, changing my angle and thrusting harder. "OH! Christ...right there, yes...oh god oh fuck..." He leans his head back to rest on my shoulder and I take the opportunity to kiss his throat, sucking and biting gently as we push each other closer to release. His hands grope blindly again, finding my hips for a moment, a tense grip as he moves down my folded legs. I see him finally settle onto his own legs, gripping his calves tight and holding on for dear life. I tighten the arm around his chest and pull him closer, my hand pumping his cock fast as I struggle to hold back my own orgasm until I push him over the edge again first. "John...oh, god please...ahhrggg...." he chokes on his own cries as he thrusts frantically into my grip and back against me and I feel him tense as he comes, spurting into my hand, his whole body jerking violently back into me. His utter abandon makes me thrust harder as I rapidly reach my own orgasm. I sink my teeth into the fabric of his shirt covering his shoulder, biting him as I come hard, deep into him. I'm vaguely aware of the echo of our own hard breathing, the pounding of our hearts as we gradually seep back into awareness. I let go of him and he collapses onto the blanket, not caring about anything else. I somehow find the energy to pull my pants back up and then reach down to do the same for him. He is so far gone, his face red and completely exhausted. I lay down behind him, pulling the blanket back over us tightly as I press my body against his, shaping myself to him. I can feel his heart still beating fast as I wrap my arm around him and press my hand to his chest. Within minutes he is asleep, a deep, sated sleep of exhaustion and warmth. I listen as his breathing slows, his heart slows. I feel my own body following his rhythms. A quick glance to the back doors and I see the windows are fogged from our heat. I don't think either of us will be too cold tonight, after all. -------------------------------- End.