Alex stared down at him mutely. Finally, he lowered his head, kissing Mulder softly, then rested his cheek on his lover's bare shoulder. "Funny," he croaked, "it sounded reasonable when I said it, but hearing it from you...I think I know how you felt yesterday."
Mulder wrapped his arms around his lover, planting several small kisses in his hair. "Good."
"Good?"
"Yeah. You wouldn't feel like that if you didn't really care."
Alex lifted his head. "Is my sincerity still a question in your mind?"
"As much as I tell myself that it shouldn't, it has popped in and out of my head a couple of times."
Alex shifted, propping his head up in his hand. "I...I understand. It's not the easiest thing in the world to completely trust the biggest rat bastard you've ever known in your life. Even if you *have* spent the last two days fucking him senseless."
"Alex..."
"No. It's all right, really. You'd have to be insane to just swallow everything that comes out of my mouth."
Mulder grinned up at him, attempting to lighten the mood. "Why not? If I can swallow what comes out of your dick..."
He tried to hold it back, but the laughter bubbled up and spilled over. "You're a sick bastard."
Mulder clasped his hand around the back of the younger man's neck, and pulled him down to his chest. "Because I did it, or because I said it?"
Alex nipped at the older man's collarbone, then kissed the same spot. "Don't get me wrong, now. Your depravity is one of the things I love about you."
"Yeah?" Mulder draped a leg over Alex's hip, grinning. "What else do you love about me?"
The younger man swept down, taking his lover's mouth in a sudden, breath-stealing kiss. When he released him, they were both hard again.
"You up for another round already?" Mulder purred into Alex's ear, rocking his hips, and rubbing their erections together.
"So it would appear. But uh..."
Mulder squinted up at him. "Should than grin make me nervous?"
"Nooo. I just...." Alex moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue. "..would you do something for me?"
"Maybe. What?"
Alex brought his hand up to the base of Mulder's throat, and swept it downward, taking with it, the fleece blanket. His eyes darkened as he surveyed the body it seemed he'd never get tired of looking at.
Mulder writhed slowly, enjoying the play of the fireplace heat over his skin. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to jerk off for me."
The older man displayed a shock of white teeth. "You what?"
"Please?"
"Come on, Alex..."
The younger man pushed a couple of strands of hair away from his face. "You know you want to," he whispered. "The thought of me watching you, turns you on. Come on. Do it for me." He took Mulder's hand in his own, kissed the palm, and then placed it at the base of the older man's throat. "You do this at home, don't you? When you're alone?"
The golden-brown eyelashes began to flutter and slip closed, and Mulder sighed softly.
"No."
The single word opened Mulder's eyes, and he looked to his lover.
"Look at me." Alex held Mulder's attention as he moved their hands together over his chest. "Watch and see what you do to me."
Mulder's hand continued to move along with his lover's, across the expanse of his chest, and over both nipples. He watched the forest-green eyes glitter with desire as his hand broke from Alex's and began to move on its own, stroking and lightly pinching his own nipples.
Alex's lips parted and his respiration grew uneven as he watched his lover's other hand join the first. He removed his hand from Mulder's chest, and allowed him complete control. As the other man now pulled and twisted both of his nipples, Alex spoke again to him, murmuring words of encouragement.
"That feel good, gorgeous?"
Mulder struggled to keep his eyes focused on his lover's as he nodded and continued to tease himself. One hand remained on a nipple, brushing and pinching, while the other wandered south, and gently brushed the length of his cock.
The younger man lowered his head, and nuzzled Mulder's ear. "Yeah...of course it does." Alex pulled away, and sat back to watch his lover. "Come on, baby. Do it for me."
Mulder focused a heavy-lidded stare on his lover, and he arched his back slightly while his fingertips feathered the velvety surface of his cock.
"Do you do this at home, Fox?" Alex asked again, fascinated. "Do you like to tease yourself? Or this special for me?"
The other man gave no answer. He merely circled his fingers around the head, skimming away the bead of moisture that had formed at the tip, then brought his fingers up to his lips. Eyes glued to his lover's, he slowly parted his lips, and allowed his tongue to inch out and lick the fluid away.
Alex watched Mulder, mesmerized, as he began to absently stroke his own cock. "Will you think of me from now on, Fox? When you're home, in your bed...will you touch yourself and wish it was my hand on you?"
Mulder nodded. "Wouldn't be anything new."
One sable eyebrow arched upward. "What?"
The corners of Mulder's mouth curled up into an enticing smile as he wrapped his hand around his cock and began to slide it up and down the hard shaft.
"Fox?"
Mulder's eyes closed and he sighed, softly. His lids lifted again to find his lover gaping at him, trying to process the information he was just hit with. His hand motions quickened as did his breaths, and Alex's attention was immediately drawn back to where he wanted it. He writhed and whimpered, stroking himself harder and faster, and when he felt himself getting uncomfortably close, he slowed it down. "Baby," he whispered in a pleading voice.
"Yeah?"
"Come with me."
Alex studied his lover for a moment, grinning, then turned onto his right side, and moved closer. Mulder turned to face him, and each man began to stroke himself, attempting to maintain a similar rhythm. They watched each other intently, aroused every bit as much by what they were seeing as what they were feeling. Quickly, they approached the finish, panting and moaning until they erupted, Mulder first, then Alex soon after. Each man shot warm, slick fluid onto the other, and when it was done, Mulder slid down his lover's body, and began to lick him clean. When he was through, Alex did the same for him, then they cuddled together in front of the fire, wrapped in each other's arms.
"So," Alex began, when they were both breathing a little easier, "you wanna run that by me again, about you thinking about me when you jerk off?"
"I never said that."
"Oh, yes you did. Not in so many words, but let's not get caught up in technicalities."
Mulder licked a path up his throat. "Okay, okay."
"You admit it?"
"*Yes*, I admit it."
"What did you think about? What was your favorite fantasy?"
Mulder propped himself up on one elbow and smirked down at the other man. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"What?" Alex asked sweetly.
"Cut the wide-eyed innocent bullshit, Alex. It doesn't work for you."
The younger man laughed, pulling his lover down for a kiss. "If you mean that I'm enjoying being the object of your dirty little sexual fantasies, yeah. I really am. Tell me about the best one."
"I don't know that I've got a favorite."
"Yes, you do..."
Mulder smirked down at him. "Well....you're usually cuffed...or restrained in some way..."
The corner of Alex's mouth twitched.
"You're usually naked..."
"Usually?"
"Yeah. Sometimes I've only ripped half your clothes off."
"Too anxious to undress me properly?"
"Uh-huh."
"Wait, wait. Start from the beginning. *Why* am I restrained?"
"Umm....we're someplace where there are people around. Someplace public, but we're alone. I'm investigating a case, and I've found you there. I've taken you by surprise and restrained you. You taunt me, I get pissed, slap you around a bit...in other words, we fall into the same old comedy routine that we always fell into when we came together...except this time, for some reason, you really, really tick me off, and I start to tear at your clothes. And you get this look in your eye and start giving off these vibes that only someone who was deaf, dumb and blind could miss. We stare each other for a long time, I mean...a *long* time...."
"Why so long?"
"You're luring me in...tempting me, and I'm fighting it. I always give in, though, and we end up on a dirty floor, or draped over a piece of furniture, fucking like there's no tomorrow."
"So...in this little fantasy of yours, I'm a shameless slut," Alex teased.
"I guess you could say that. You got a problem with it?"
"No...no, I just wanted to make sure I understood."
Mulder laughed softly. "So you don't mind being a slut?"
Alex licked the corner of his lover's mouth. "For you? Any time."
Mulder turned his head, bringing their lips together. After a long kiss, he pulled the younger man into his arms, and they lay quietly together, each man immersed in his own contemplation. As darkness began to fall, Mulder shifted and called softly to his lover.
"Alex?"
"Hmm?"
"Thought you might have been asleep."
"No."
"What are you doing?"
"Same thing you're doing."
Mulder went quiet for a moment, then asked, "How did you know where I was?"
"Heard em talking."
"Who?"
"The old men. I'd been away for a while, and when I came back, I decided to sneak in and see if anything interesting was going on. They were talking about you. Their man inside had told them about your situation, and they decided not to interfere. They'd apparently come to the decision that you'd become too much for them to handle, and the best thing to do was to just let it play out. If you'd died, well, good for them. They'd have you out of the way, and they wouldn't have to risk any problems to do it." He shook his head. "I wasn't going to let that happen. No way. Not on my watch."
"Could've happened while you *weren't* watching."
Alex pressed two kisses into Mulder's chest. "I'm always watching you."
"Watching, watching or spying, watching."
"Awww, spying is such a harsh word. I was simply keeping an eye on you."
"Well..." Mulder stroked the younger man's hair. "I'm glad you were keeping an eye on me...Alex?"
"Yeah?"
"You said, 'the man inside'. Do you know who that is?"
"Sorry, I have no idea. They're very tight-lipped about that kind of stuff. I've tried to find out. Never had any luck."
Mulder nodded his acknowledgment. Then, "Alex?"
"Yeees?"
"They know by now what happened. If they find out it was you, will you be in danger?"
"Nah. They'll be pissed, but that's all. They kill me, and they'll have more trouble than they can handle, and they know it."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. Why? You worried about me?"
Mulder tightened his arms around his lover. "Yeah."
Alex smiled and said nothing.
"Alex?"
The younger man rolled his eyes up into his head, and dropped his lids over them. "Yes, lamb chop, what is it *now*?"
"First of all, you call me lamb chop again, and I'll shoot you."
Alex broke into laughter.
"Second...I don't want to, but...I...I guess I should get going tomorrow."
The smile faded from Alex's face. "I know."
"I was thinking that I should go back to Washington. You can leave me at a motel or something, and I can call Scully from there."
"Have you figured out what you're going to tell her?"
"Yeah, I think so. I'm just going to tell her that I was left on the side of the road, semi-conscious, by the man who took me from the lodge, and that I was picked up by the man I told her about. That'll keep her from asking me a million questions about the man who would have been their prime suspect in the deaths of the kidnappers."
"You'll lie like that for me?"
"You saved my life, Alex...at great risk to your own."
"And then I kidnapped you."
"Yeah, but not to hurt me."
"If you were conscious, it would have been against your will."
"Are you looking for reasons for me to be pissed at you?"
"No. I just want you to be sure that you want to do this."
Mulder cupped the younger man's cheek in his palm, skimming his thumb back and forth across his lips. "I'm sure....now...how about some dinner? I'm starving."
The remainder of the evening was spent on a quiet dinner, then at Mulder's request, a brief walk through the snow. Five minutes away from the cabin, Alex slipped his arm around Mulder's waist, and kissed the side of his head.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Fine."
"Just checking. You *have* been frostbitten. We shouldn't be out here for too long."
"I'm okay, Alex. I'll let you know if I get too cold."
"All right." Alex let his arm slide away from his lover's waist, and drop between them. They linked gloved fingers, and trudged on.
Twenty minutes later, they returned, had a long, leisurely shower together, then fell into bed. Apparently more than a bit worn out, Mulder fell asleep almost immediately, tucked against the warmth of his lover. Alex held him, gently stroking his back, as he stared up at the ceiling, thinking that if he didn't go to sleep, daylight wouldn't come so soon, and he could hold on to the man in his arms just a bit longer.
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Seven thirty-three.
Alex blinked in the unwelcome light of day. When the hell had he fallen asleep?
He turned his head to the left and found Mulder, wide awake, and staring down at him.
"Morning."
Alex reached up to brush his fingers across the sleep-swollen lips. "Good morning."
They stared into each other's eyes, both men experiencing the same emotions, but neither knowing quite how to put them to words. Finally, Mulder leaned down, and brushed his lips across the younger man's.
"I don't want to wake up tomorrow morning in an empty bed."
"I know, baby," Alex answered softly.
"How the hell did we come to this in just a few days time?"
The other man shrugged. "We've both admitted that we've been attracted to each other for a long time..."
"Yeah, but...to feel like *this*..."
Alex studied his lover with interest. "Like what?"
Mulder averted his eyes, suddenly wondering if maybe he should have kept his mouth shut.
"Fox?"
Still looking away. "Yeah?"
"Tell me."
"I just...I don't...thinking about being away from you depresses me. After only a few days, I'm feeling more emotionally dependent on you, than...than....*Scully*, and it's just...weird, for lack of a better word."
Alex lowered his eyes and nodded. "Then maybe it's a good thing that you're going today."
Mulder cocked his head, momentarily confused by his lover's reaction. "Alex....oh...jeez, no, Alex. I'm sorry, I didn't mean that it upset me. I don't regret a second of the time we've spent together. I just need you to promise that you'll come to me as often as you can." He lowered his head again, and brushed his nose against Alex's. "Okay?"
Alex smiled up at him. "For a minute, I really did think that maybe you were reconsidering this."
Mulder shook his head, returning the smile. "Not a chance. Now, promise."
"I *promise*, baby...every chance I get, I'll be there with you. I'll *create* opportunities." His eyes burned into his lover's. "I'm addicted to you now, and I won't...I *can't* go for long without getting a fix."
Mulder smiled down at his lover. "I'll hold you to that."
"Go right ahead."
"And uh...speaking of fixes..." the older man purred, nipping at Alex's ear, "..isn't it time for one? It's been, what? Eight hours or so?"
"Has it been that long?" Alex asked in an amused tone, even as he reached up, spinning his lover underneath him. "Shit. No wonder I'm beginning to twitch."
They made love with an urgency that bordered on violence, tearing at each other like animals, desperately wanting each to feel the other for however long their coming separation lasted. More than an hour passed, and finally, they collapsed, exhausted and spent, Mulder draped limply over Alex's back. They slept that way for almost two hours, and when they woke, showered and dressed, had breakfast, then set about preparing to leave. When they were set to go, they walked to the door, and Alex leaned against it. He and Mulder stared at each for a time, before he reached out, and stroked the underside of the older man's chin.
"You really don't regret any of this?"
Mulder shook his head. "None of it."
"God....make me open the door, Fox. I don't think I can."
Mulder stepped forward, leaning into his lover, and placed a long, tender kiss on his lips. As he did so, he reached behind him, grasping the knob. He turned it, and pulled, as he wrapped his free arm around Alex's waist, and dragged him forward. They passed through the door and out of the place where they'd become lovers, each reluctant step carrying them closer to the world in which neither man wanted any longer to belong.
Both doors of Alex's vehicle slammed shut, and the younger man sat, staring down at the key he held. Mulder waited quietly, neither touching nor looking at him. Soon enough, he gathered the strength to put the key in the ignition, and start the engine. He took a deep breath, and pulled away from the cabin.
Twenty minutes later, silence still hung like a thick fog between them. Ultimately, it was Mulder who broke the stillness. He leaned forward, turning the radio on, and searching the stations for some music. Finally, he found an alternative music station, and relaxed against the seat, tapping his fingers on his knee. Alex looked from his face, to the radio, and back.
"What the hell is that?"
"What do you mean?"
"I *mean*," Alex said grimacing, "what the hell is that shit you're listening to?"
Mulder looked at him as if he had two heads. "Nine Inch Nails."
"Is that the name of the song or the group?"
"The group. Actually, the name of the song is, "The Perfect Drug"...seriously, you have no idea who these guys are?"
"Should I?"
Mulder opened his mouth, closed it, then started again. "I'm just...I guess I just assumed that this'd be your kind of music."
"*God*, no."
"Well, what *do* you listen to?"
"You'd laugh if I told you."
"No, I won't."
Alex shook his head, keeping his eyes on the road.
"C'mon, Alex. I won't laugh, I promise."
The younger man's eyes flicked over to his lover's face, then back to the road. "I like seventies music."
Mulder stared blankly at him. "Umm...when you say seventies music, what exactly do you..."
"I mean like the Chi-Lites..."
"Who?"
"The Doobie Brothers..."
Mulder's nose wrinkled.
"The Isley Brothers..."
"Okay..."
"K.C. and The Sunshine Band..."
"Oh, God. All right, Alex, I get the picture..."
"The Bee Gees...."
"Oh. That's it. Stop this car right now. I'll walk the rest of the way."
Alex scowled at him. "Why?"
"I can't ride in the same car as a guy who likes the freakin' Bee Gees."
"And what exactly is *wrong* with the Bee Gees?"
"They're...they're.....dammit, Alex, they're the *Bee Gees*. What else needs to be said?"
"I guess you were one of those 'disco sucks' people, huh?"
"White, polyester suits were never my thing, no."
"You didn't have to wear the clothes to enjoy the music, you know."
"I just...I never would have dreamed..."
"*What would you never have dreamed?"
"That *you'd* like that kind of music. It just doesn't seem like you."
"What does?"
"I thought you'd be into alternative, too. And if you were gonna be into retro, I'd have pegged you for stuff like Pink Floyd, The Stones, Led Zeppelin..."
Alex wrinkled his nose. "Uh...nope."
Mulder stared blankly at him. "You've shocked me. You really have."
"Not the biggest shock you've received over the last few days, I'm sure."
Mulder smiled, reaching over to skim the backs of his knuckles down his lover's cheek. "You can say that again."
Alex nuzzled, then kissed the hand. "So. You wanna call the whole thing off?"
Mulder had busied himself, tracing the outside edge of the younger man's mouth with the tip of one finger. "Hmm?"
"We're obviously in total disagreement about music. Probably a lot of other things, too..."
Mulder grinned, letting his hand drop to Alex's upper thigh. He squeezed gently, drawing a soft sigh from the mouth he'd just been touching. "Probably. I think we can work around them, though, if we really want to." His hand crept higher. "*I* really want to...do you?"
Alex placed his hand over his lover's and moved it over the solid bulge in his jeans. "Yeah, I do."
The older man studied him for a moment, then began to pet the denim-covered hardness. He listened to the soft rumbles of pleasure for a few moments, then popped the top button, and began to work the zipper down. "State troopers aren't going to find us down an embankment, wrapped around a tree, in a mass of twisted metal, with my hand down your pants, are they?"
Alex moaned as the older man's hand made contact with his cock. "I can think of worse ways to go..."
"That wasn't exactly the reassuring answer I was hoping for."
"Don't worry. I'll tend to my business, and you tend to yours."
They drove along, Alex carefully keeping the vehicle on the road, while Mulder stroked and squeezed the aching muscle beneath his hand. Only the deepening of the younger man's respiration told Mulder that his excitement was building. He inched over to the left edge of his seat, and leaning over, lay his head on Alex's shoulder. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather pull off to the side of the road?" he teased.
"Not a good idea," Alex replied shakily. "If I stop driving, I won't want to continue...not in the same direction, anyway."
"You know, I was thinking," Mulder purred as his hand released Alex's cock to slide deeper into his pants, "I've got loads of vacation time saved up..." He cupped and gently squeezed his lover's balls. "If you want, I could come back."
"When?"
"A few weeks, maybe...give everything a chance to cool down. I could get all my work cleaned up, tell Scully I need to get away for a while, then meet you back here...that is, if you're free."
The warm tingles radiating from his lover's hand made it difficult to concentrate, but Alex forced himself to focus. "You name the date and the time. I'll be there."
Mulder shifted his head and kissed his way up Alex's jaw to his ear. "I should be home by tomorrow night. Call me then, and we can talk about it."
"I got a better idea," Alex murmured, fighting to keep his eyes open as Mulder teased the interior of his ear. "I'll give...give you my private number. You call *me* as soon as you get in."
"Oooh, I get the secret phone number? I feel so special."
Alex took one hand off of the wheel, and wound his arm around Mulder's chin, laying his hand on his lover's head. "Oh, yeah, baby. You're damn special."
"Aww. You're just saying that because I'm jerking you off."
"That's not true."
"Sure, it is," Mulder whispered sweetly in Alex's ear. "I could probably get you to say almost anything right now."
"Well, maybe, but just remember, nothing you get out of me would be admissible in court."
The low rumble of laughter traveled through Alex's inner ear and straight down to his cock. It jumped against his hand, and the older man wrapped his fingers around it once more. The soft groan prompted him to again, begin to stroke his lover.
Those fuzzy little sensations began once again, and Alex's fingers clenched, entrapping strands of golden-brown hair between them.
"Mmmm."
Mulder's hand moved a bit faster, and he rubbed his head against Alex's shoulder. "You feel so good in my hand, baby. But you'd feel so much better in my ass."
"Shit." Alex squirmed in his seat. "Jesus, Fox, don't do that."
"Don't do what?"
"Don't say things like that."
"Why not?" The older man complained softly. "It's true." He tightened his grip on the younger man's cock a bit more. "I love the way you fill me up. You fucked me two days ago, and I can still feel you... so deep inside..."
Alex's hips involuntarily jerked. "God. I'm so...close..."
"Are you?"
"Yeah."
Mulder's movements slowed to a near-stop. Alex raised his hips, seeking the lost contact.
"Don't tease me, Fox." His hand left Mulder's head and came down to cover the one inside his pants. "Come on, baby. Please make me come."
Mulder's voice vibrated against the sensitive skin just below Alex's ear. "All right, all right. So damn impatient..." His fingers wrapped around the warm, velvety shaft, and began to slide up and down, faster and faster until Alex came, his hoarse sobs filling the compartment of the vehicle. Mulder watched closely, ready to take the wheel if Alex started to lose control, but amazingly, the younger man kept the vehicle on course, even as he came all over his lover's fist.
"Ohhhhh, shit," Alex moaned, when he was finished. "God, that was good."
"So glad you approve," Mulder's amused voice tickled the inside of his ear.
Alex began to squirm and grimace. "Come on, don't do that."
"Don't do what?"
"*That*."
Mulder's hand slid up and down the slick, flaccid shaft. "You don't like it when I whisper in your ear?"
"Yeah, but I'm *driving*...and you've already weakened me considerably."
"Okay, fine," Mulder pouted, removing his sticky hand from Alex's cock. "You got some napkins or something around here?"
"Glove compartment."
Mulder opened the small door, and pulled out three napkins. He proceeded to clean his hand, then stuff the soiled napkins in the small trash bag that was stuck with velcro, under the dash.
"Uh..." Alex glanced from the road to the man beside him. "what about me?"
Mulder looked blandly at the younger man. "What *about* you?"
"You gonna leave me all sticky and wet?"
"I don't want to stimulate you any more than you already have been," the other man said matter-of-factly. He tossed a few clean napkins into Alex's lap. "Here. You can do it yourself."
"Fox..."
"What?"
Alex smirked and reached across the short distance, petting his lover's head. "Please clean me up?"
Mulder cut his eyes at Alex. "You're not gonna make a fuss?"
"No."
"Promise?"
"I promise. I'll....think about the shooting stats of the Pistons or something."
"The *Pistons*?"
"Oh, God..."
"The Bees Gees were bad enough, Alex, but the *Pistons*?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Of course, I meant to say..." He glanced at Mulder for his assistance.
"The Knicks."
"*Yes*. The Knicks. That's what I meant to say. The Knicks. I'm so sorry, I was just a little fuzzy there for a while."
"All right, then." Mulder grinned. "Now, where were we?"
"You were going to clean up the mess you made, I believe."
"*I* made?"
"Hey, *you* started it."
"You weren't exactly fighting me, if I recall."
Alex's eyes sparkled with amusement. "What am I, stupid?"
"No, you're not. You're a whole lot of things, Alex, but stupid definitely isn't one of them."
"I don't know if I like..." Alex sucked in his breath, then forced himself to relax, as Mulder's head dipped down and he began to lick him clean. "...those...implications...what hell are you doing?"
Mulder lifted his head a bit, and smiled sweetly up at his lover. "What does it *look* like I'm doing?" He again lowered his head, but stopped, noticing the slight twitch of Alex's cock. "Aren't you supposed to be thinking of the Knicks' shooting stats?"
"You're going to kill us both," the younger man sighed, stroking Mulder's hair. "But, *damn*, what a way to go."
Mulder brought him to a second climax, this one much slower than the first, and when he finally raised his head, Alex pulled off to the side of the road.
"I can't drive," the younger man announced. "I'm completely wasted. "You gotta take over."
They switched places, and were back on the road in minutes. As Mulder adjusted quickly to the feel of the accelerator and the brakes, he glanced over at the man who was always meant to be his lover.
Eyes closed, thick, dark lashes sweeping the curve of his cheek. Outrageously skilled, exquisitely-shaped mouth, relaxed into an exhausted pout. The very picture of untroubled innocence. No stranger observing him would ever guess what lay beneath.
Unable to help himself, Mulder reached out and caressed the side of his lover's face. Alex moaned softly, nuzzling his hand. Mulder smiled, and drove on.
With nothing but the sound of the radio now for company, Mulder's thoughts began to wander. From the events at the lodge in the Olympics, to his time spent at the cabin, he skimmed over every detail, marveling at the change these events had brought to his life. He glanced over at the resting man.
Alex.
Not Krycek. Alex.
The biggest, most mind-boggling change. He laughed to himself.
//Change? He hasn't *changed* your life, he's turned it upside down and inside out. God, Scully's going to...//
The soft moan caught his attention, and he looked over to the passenger's seat. Deep green eyes, half hidden by sleepy lids stared back, and a soft smile curved the perfect lips, and all thoughts of Scully and the relentless interrogation that he was certain to suffer at her tiny hands, were swept away. All he could think about at this precise moment in time, was stripping off Alex's clothing, and making love to him one last time before they were separated.
As if Alex heard his thoughts, the younger man shifted onto his hip, drawing one hand up and down Mulder's thigh. As Alex had done earlier, Mulder grasped his hand, and placed it over the solid bulge in his pants. Alex gently caressed his lover as he looked around. "There's a motel up the road about three miles. You'll be comfortable there until they come for you."
Mulder covered Alex's hand and squeezed. "You'll come in with me? You can wait until I check in, then come to the room."
Alex stared at him for an uncomfortable length of time, then spoke softly. "You know, I shouldn't. I should drop you off at the door and just leave."
"What kind of a goodbye is that?"
"The kind of goodbye we should say, if you're ever gonna make it back to D.C."
Mulder lifted his hips against the younger man's hand. "I gotta fuck you now, Alex. I won't go back until I do."
Alex's pupils dilated until only a tiny sliver of green was visible around them.
//Don't. Don't go with him. You'll only make it harder. Jerk him off now, and leave. You'll be together again in a few weeks...//
While Alex was arguing with himself, Mulder unzipped his own jeans, and grasped Alex's hand, pressing it into the opening. "You feel that?" the older man croaked. "That's for you."
Alex's eyes closed, and he fought to maintain a steady respiration.
"You want it," Mulder breathed, squeezing Alex's fingers around the smooth shaft. "You know you do. Let me give it to you one more time." Before Alex could answer, Mulder pulled into the parking lot of the motel, and turned to face him. His hand stroked over the one inside his jeans. "Tell me you want me, baby."
//Don't. Do. It.//
Alex gave him a shaky nod, then followed it with, "I...I want you, Fox. Please fuck me."
//Very nice. You're paying attention, right? You're seeing what he does to you...how fucking easily he can break you down...//
Mulder gently removed the younger man's hand, and zipped himself up. "I'll go check in and be right back."
Alex watched him get out of the car, and head toward the office. His eyes raked over the lean form, hidden by layers of clothing, as the older man moved smoothly along. He silently answered his previous question.
//I know it's probably not such a good thing, but what the hell am I going to do? I've wanted him for so damn long, and now he's mine.//
//Uh-huh. And you're *his*.//
Alex watched Mulder return. He grabbed the small bag that Alex had packed for him, and gave the younger man a smoky look. "Room thirty-four. Come and get it, baby." With that, he shut the door, and walked off toward the end of the lot.
Alex licked the corner of his mouth as he opened the car door and followed in his lover's wake.
//Yep. *All* his.//
He found room thirty-four, and pushed the door open. He looked around the medium-sized, tidy room and found Mulder, leaning against the wall behind the door. He had already removed his jacket and sweater, and was standing quietly, undoing the buttons on his shirt. Their eyes met, and Alex moved toward him, beginning to shed his own jacket. He dropped it across a chair, and yanked his sweater off in one fluid motion, and he was there, pressing their bodies together, lips just millimeters apart. His hands wandered up and down the older man's chest, catching in the remaining buttons, and working them apart. He pushed the shirt away from his lover's body, and immediately began to lick the warm skin.
Mulder's fingers wove into the sable hair, and his head rolled back and forth against the wall. "Oh, yeah, baby. Show me..."
Alex bent his knees, and rested his hands on Mulder's hips as he latched onto a nipple and began to suck at the hard peak. His lover's impatient groans sent a jolt down to his cock, and he released the pressure on the nipple, quickly flicking at it with the tip of his tongue while he pulled at the other nipple with his fingers.
Mulder grunted loudly, his hips jerking forward into the air. "Alex...oh, God...I gotta....gotta have you..."
Alex heard, and dropped to his knees, deftly undoing the button and zipper on Mulder's jeans, and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. He licked away the bead of fluid glistening at the tip, then let his tongue dance around the head, sending the older man into a frenzy.
Mulder's fingers tightened in Alex's hair, and his hips began to buck frantically as he whimpered his lover's name.
Alex allowed Mulder to fuck his mouth for a few moments, then pulled away. Ignoring the groan of protest, he stripped the older man, then himself. He stood a couple of inches away from Mulder, and captured both cocks, one in each hand, and stroked them idly. His head inched forward until his tongue made contact with the other man's chin. He licked a path upward, teasing the dip under Mulder's lower lip, then slanted across his mouth, and finally worked his way inside, tasting the sweet interior. Mulder's tongue crept out and the two danced together, stroking and twining around each other, until sheer breathlessness forced Alex to pull away. "Fuck me, Fox," he panted between gritted teeth. "Fuck me so hard, they'll hear us screaming down in the parking lot."
Mulder snarled in answer, shoving Alex back toward the bed. The younger man fell onto his back, and lay waiting, writhing in anticipation as Mulder found the lube, and approached the bed. "You wanna scream, baby?"
Alex looked up at him through half-closed eyes, rhythmically arching off the bed. His deliberate, feline movements, enticing his lover to come closer. "Yesss," he hissed through clenched teeth.
Mulder knelt on the bed, squeezing some lube onto his fingers. Slowly, he worked one finger in past the ring of muscle, and when he was in as far as he could go, he pulled out just as slowly, then slid back in.
Alex whined softly, rocking his hips against the finger.
"What is it, sweet baby? Isn't that what you want?"
Alex's answer came in a long, mewling sound. He thrashed against Mulder's finger, forcing it harder into himself.
Mulder steadied him with a hand on his chest. "Whoa. Easy, love. I'll take care of you." Another finger joined the first, stretching Alex further. The younger man cried out, twisting his hands in the blanket and biting on his lower lip, trying to keep from bucking against Mulder's hand. Mulder stroked his chest soothingly as he pressed harder. "That's good. Breathe easy. "
"Fox, please," Alex begged. "Please..." His head snapped back and he yelped as his lover withdrew his fingers then rammed them back in
"How about that?" Mulder whispered, pulling out and plunging back in, harder than the first time. "That good?"
Alex arched off the mattress, howling wildly. "*Yes*! So good...God, it's so...fuck me, Fox. I want your cock. *Please*..."
Mulder smiled, slowly withdrawing his fingers. He stared down at his lover, uttering not a sound...waiting.
It took Alex a moment to realize what it was he wanted, then he turned over raising himself up on his knees, and lowering his shoulders to the bed.
A jolt of electricity shot through Mulder's body as he looked down at his lover.
Alex Krycek...hired assassin...the man he'd only seen as ruthless and cold-hearted for so long, submitting to him...offering himself so completely...begging for his touch...
He quickly slicked his cock and gently pushed into his lover before the dream faded and he found himself alone at home on his sofa, or worse, back at the lodge, beaten and feverish with J.T.'s stale breath on his neck. The clench of Alex's muscles around him, and the sound of his desperate whimpers told him that this was no dream. He stroked the younger man's back, then moved his hands down to the tight ass, spreading his cheeks to thrust as deeply as he could. Once completely embedded in Alex's heat, he slowly ground his pelvis against his lover's ass, drawing loud, sobbing growls from him.
"God...oh, jeez..." Alex thrust backward again and again, needing to feel Mulder deeper inside him. "More...I...baby, please..."
Mulder withdrew almost to the tip, then rammed back in, pulling a loud scream from them both.
"Harder," Alex cried, bucking wildly. "Harder, *please*..."
Mulder gripped his lover's hips, and repeatedly slammed into him. It wasn't long at all before he felt the thunder rolling through him. He threw his head back and screamed as he came long and hard, emptying himself into Alex's ass. He allowed himself only seconds of recovery before he flipped the still-unsatisfied man onto his back, and hoisted his hips up and into position. Before he could go soft, he drove back in and resumed the relentless rhythm he had earlier established.
Alex went wild, screaming and cursing, pleading for release.
"Come on, baby," Mulder commanded harshly, wrapping his fingers around Alex's cock, and pumping it in time to his brutal thrusts. "Scream for me."
Alex's eyes rolled back in his head as the overwhelming sensations came crashing down on him. His mouth fell open and for a brief moment, no sound left it. Then it came. The wrenching, ear-splitting screams that signaled his explosion. A geyser of warm, slick fluid shot from the tip of his cock, coating his belly and Mulder's hand. The screams dissipated, and diminished to fulfilled, exhausted whimpers. He felt the weight of his lover's body settle on top of his, and he wrapped his arms around the sweat-slicked back, holding him as tightly as his weakened muscles would allow. They lay quietly together, basking in the glow of contentment, kissing and touching until Alex noticed that it was very late in the afternoon.
"Look at the time." He kissed Mulder's forehead, and pulled himself into a sitting position. "You should have called Scully long ago. And I should be leaving. I've got a long way to drive." He started to rise, but a hand on his arm stopped him.
"Wait. Let me talk to Scully, first. She probably won't be able to fly out until morning. If she does, you can sleep here and start back in the morning."
Alex chewed his lower lip thoughtfully. He should leave, he knew he should, but the temptation of spending another night in his lover's embrace was just too great to pass up. He reached out, stroking the underside of Mulder's chin. "Okay," he whispered. "Call her."
Mulder picked up the phone and dialed his partner's number. The phone rang only twice before an anxious voice answered.
"Scully. It's me."
"Mulder, thank God. Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. I told you that the first time I called."
"You didn't sound fine, Mulder."
"Well, how do I sound, now?"
"Much better. Where are you?"
"I'm back in Washington. My host dropped me off at a nice motel, and paid for my room for the night."
"I'm coming out. Tell me exactly where you are."
"You don't have to, Scully. You can wire me some cash and a plane ticket, and I'll leave in the morning."
"Like hell. I'll be on the next flight. Where are you?"
//God, she can be so...//
"Scully, listen. Take a morning flight, okay? I'm exhausted from the drive, and I'd really just like to have a warm shower, and get some sleep."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Don't worry about me, I'm absolutely fine." He looked over at the man beside him, giving him a trace of a smile.
Alex returned the smile, and planted a soft kiss on Mulder's shoulder.
"All right, Mulder. I'll call you from the airport in the morning. Tell me where you are, and give me the number."
Mulder gave her the information, then hung up. He turned to the other man who lay silently, waiting.
"She's going to fly out in the morning." He leaned in and kissed Alex's mouth. "You'll stay?"
Alex drew Mulder into his arms and kissed the side of his head. "Try and get rid of me."
Mulder growled happily, nipping at the curve of Alex's throat. He nestled against his lover's chest and closed his eyes.
"Hey, uh..." Alex looked again at the time. "Aren't you hungry?"
"Not if it means letting you out of this bed."
Alex craned his neck, looking around, then with a triumphant grunt, reached for the phone book on the nightstand by the bed. "Okay, how about having something delivered?"
Mulder mumbled some unintelligible answer which Alex took as a 'yes', and he began going through the yellow pages.
"Uhhhhhhhh. Pizza?"
He watched his lover's nose wrinkle.
"Cantonese?"
"Blech."
Alex heaved a long sigh, and continued his search.
"Greek."
"Uh-uh."
"Come on, Fox, make up your mind. There aren't that many places left that deliver. How about Italian?"
"Didn't you just ask me if I wanted pizza?"
"The ad says that this place has a full menu."
Mulder thought a moment, then nodded. "Okay. Antipasto sounds good."
Finally agreed on dinner, Alex placed the call, and they settled down again to wait. Mulder picked up the remote and switched the television on. He positioned himself sideways, his head cradled in Alex's lap, facing the set. Alex lay back on the pillows he'd stacked against the headboard, and sank his fingers into Mulder's hair, combing and petting the rich, golden-brown silk. After long moments, Mulder's soft monotone drifted up to Alex's ears.
"You okay?"
"Okay?"
"Yeah...I was pretty rough on you a little while ago."
Alex smiled and tugged playfully at the strands between his fingers. "*Now*, you ask?"
"Sorry."
"Don't be. I asked for it, and oh God, I got it. I'm gonna be feeling you for days. And before you ask, that's a *good* thing."
Mulder kissed his thigh. "I can't ever remember wanting someone this much, *this* often."
"I know what you mean. Probably a good thing we'll be getting some time off. Otherwise, neither of us would ever be able to sit comfortably again."
Mulder laughed softly.
Alex untangled his fingers, and smoothed Mulder's hair back down. Can I tell you something?"
"Sure."
"I've never been a sub for anyone before."
Mulder lifted his head and met Alex's eyes. "No?"
Alex shook his head. "Never been with anyone I wanted to give up control to."
"And you want to do that for me?"
"Yeah...yeah, I do."
"Do you regret it?"
Alex again shook his head. "Feels good to be able to trust someone that much."
"What made you decide to take the plunge with me?"
Alex gave him a soft smile. "Well, like I said before, you're damn special. It feels right with you."
Mulder gave silent consideration to his next words, then threw caution to the wind. "You think it'll ever feel right with anyone else?"
Alex laid a hand on his arm, stroking it gently. "Would it bother you if I said no?"
"No. Did you think it would?"
Alex shrugged. "Then...would it bother you to hear me say that...I don't think I'll be wanting anyone else..."
Mulder smiled and began shaking his head.
"...ever?"
The smile faded a bit. "You mean that?"
"I really do. Fox, you're gorgeous. Brilliant...you're a magnificent lover...and though it is a bit skewed, you've got a sense of humor. What more could I want? So...I guess with all that said, the question is, do you want me the way I want you?"
Mulder paused for a moment, his eyes never leaving Alex's. Then he moved, sliding up onto his lover's chest, and bringing his head down for a long, tender kiss. He pulled out of the kiss, then leaned his forehead against Alex's. "I want you," he whispered. "I want you in so many ways, it scares me."
Alex raised a hand to his lover's cheek. "I know what you mean. This is pretty intense, isn't it?"
Mulder nodded.
"But you *do* want it?"
"More than I've ever wanted anything."
Alex smiled, and began to laugh, bringing a confused frown to the other man's face.
"That funny?"
"No. It's something else." Forest green eyes sparkled up at Mulder. "This is going to be damn interesting. How do you plan to keep it from Scully?"
"I don't know, I ..I haven't thought about it...I don't know that I want to..."
Alex blinked once, then stared at Mulder. "You...you're not thinking of *telling* her."
"I'm considering it, I guess."
"Fox, she'll go nuts. Why would you want to do that to yourself?"
"I know there'll probably be hell to pay, but I just don't feel that I should keep it from her. It doesn't seem right."
"That's very honorable of you, babe, but...you're not telling her that you ran into some woman with your shopping cart at the supper market and immediately hit it off. You're telling her that in the course of a few days, you've plunged head-long into a steamy, sexual relationship with..." He emitted a short laugh. "..*me*. Now, tell me you don't think that she's going to smile, hug us both, and wish us well."
"I know she's going to be upset..."
"*Upset*? Baby, you're the master of understatement."
"She's my partner, Alex, and my best friend. She's going to find out sooner or later. She's going to notice something...some change in me. I think I'd rather just be straightforward with her about it."
Alex shrugged. "Well, it's your call, of course, but..."
"But what?"
"How am I going to find out which government-run facility to bust you out of?"
Mulder burst into laughter. "What, you think you're gonna be alive long enough to find me?"
Alex laughed with him. "Good point." The laughter faded, and he spoke again. "Seriously, though, I think you should give it some consideration."
"I will, but I really think I'll end up telling her."
Before Alex could respond, there was a knock at the door. He looked at his watch, gently pushing Mulder aside, and rising from the bed. "That was fast."
Mulder rose as well, grabbing for his pants. "I'll get it. Don't want anyone to be able to say that they saw you here."
"But if you tell Scully..."
"I wouldn't tell her that it began here. It'd cause a whole lot of trouble we don't need."
Alex smiled, understanding that it was him that Mulder was protecting. He watched the older man zip up his jeans, throw on his sweater, and move to the door. Five minutes later, they were on the bed, Mulder again undressed and leaning back against Alex's chest. The younger man alternated between feeding and teasing him, and by the time they were through eating, both men were ready to go again. They fell exhausted into each other's arms, nearly an hour and a half later, wrapped in satisfied silence.
Alex listened as his lover's breathing slowed and his body relaxed, signaling that he had now drifted into sleep. He lay stroking Mulder's back, grateful for another night together, but more depressed now than he was before about having to let him go. Every moment he spent with this man added another layer to the already head-spinning mountain of emotion he felt. He kissed the top of the golden-brown head, then rested his cheek upon it.
//Maybe a little distance will bring things back into focus.//
//Yeah. Uh-huh. And maybe it'll just make you miss him desperately. What d'you think? Number one or number two?//
Alex shifted slightly, to look at the man so peacefully sleeping in his arms.
//Ah, fuck. Number two. Face it, Alex, you're cooked.//
He kissed Mulder once more before closing his eyes and sinking into unconsciousness.
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The ringing phone startled Mulder out of a deep sleep. His eyes snapped open and his arm immediately stretched out, feeling nothing but an empty bed. He sat up, eyes darting around the room as he reached for the phone.
"Hello?"
"Mulder, it's me."
Mulder ran a hand through his hair, still looking around. "Scully."
"You were expecting someone else?"
"N-no. I was just asleep. The phone scared me. Where are you?"
"Airport. I just got off the plane."
"Got...you're at the airport here in Washington?"
"Yeah. I couldn't sleep after you called, so I decided to see if I could get a flight." She paused for effect, then continued. "I know you must be dying to get home..."
Alex walked through the door, carrying two white bags, smiling until he saw the expression on Mulder's face. He set the bags down on the small table and walked over to the bed. He sat cautiously at the edge of the mattress, reaching out to caress his lover's hair.
Somber hazel eyes turned up to meet concerned green.
"Umm...yeah. Yeah, Scully, I am."
"That's what I figured. So I knew you'd be glad that I was able to get here sooner."
"Uh-huh. H-how long till you get here?"
"Well, from the looks of the line at the car rental place, it's gonna be at least an hour and a half before I can reach you."
"Oh. Okay, well, I'm fine, so just take your time and drive carefully, and I'll see you I guess in about an hour and a half."
A distinct frown wrinkled Alex's brow as he stared at the older man.
Mulder dropped the phone back into the cradle, and rested his head on his bent knees.
"An hour and a half?"
"Yeah," the soft voice sounded from the inclined head. "She said she knew I'd be anxious to get back home."
//You can't kill her, Alex, you can't kill her...//
"So...we've got an hour or so."
Mulder lifted his head and looked at Alex, sadness dulling his eyes. "Yeah."
Alex nodded. "We knew that sooner or later we were going to have to do this." He touched his lover's face. "Hey...we had last night...that was an unexpected bonus, huh?"
Mulder eyes dropped away and he nodded.
Alex leaned forward, kissing Mulder's forehead. "Okay. The way I see it, we've got time for breakfast," he nodded toward the bags, then looked back, a devilish gleam in his eyes, "or we've got time for a nice morning fuck, which I'm personally partial to, but I don't know how hungry you might be."
A smirk formed at the corners of Mulder's lips. "Scully'll be bound to want to take me to breakfast, and she'll be suspicious if I'm not hungry."
"Well, I guess that makes our decision for us, doesn't it?" Alex asked softly, already beginning to remove his jacket, and clothing.
He was naked in seconds, and sprawling over his lover's body, his kiss taking them from aroused to desperate in an eyeblink.
Mulder squirmed under Alex as the younger man assaulted his mouth, robbing him of breath. His head spun as his tongue was taken prisoner; sucked into the wet heat of Alex's mouth, released only when he was left panting and whimpering for more.
Alex dragged his tongue across his lover's mouth, then captured the fleshy lower lip between his teeth and pulled.
Mulder groaned softly, his cock hardening to an almost painful degree as Alex's teeth sank deeper into his lip. Disappointment seeped in when the pressure was relieved, and Alex kissed him gently.
"What's the matter, baby?" Alex teased softly. "Did you want me to draw blood?"
Mulder gave no verbal answer, but his eyes told Alex plenty. The younger man grinned.
"Freak."
"You complaining?"
"Nooo, no. Simply making an observation." He brushed the older man's mouth with his own. "Maybe next time. Scully'll wonder how you got the fresh wound."
"Yeah, yeah," Mulder grumbled, "I know." He drew his fingertips up and down Alex's back, then lower, over his ass. "I love the way your muscles tense when I touch you."
"You just like touching my ass."
"Damn right." Mulder tightened his fingers, squeezing the hard flesh. "And the rest of you, too."
Alex laughed softly and covered his lover's mouth again as he rocked his hips, pressing their erections together.
Mulder broke away from the kiss, wrapping his legs around Alex's waist. "Fuck me, baby."
"Don't be so impatient," Alex purred. We have a little time..."
"I want it *now*. Give it to me."
"Demanding, aren't you?"
"Yeah. So?"
"So last I checked, *I'm* on top now. *I'll decide when you get it."
Mulder arched beneath the younger man, whining plaintively. "Come on..."
Alex smiled, shaking his head and moving down to lap at Mulder's nipples.
Mulder's impatience grew as his desire did. His hands clenched in the soft, sable strands as he writhed under the younger man's ardent attention. After making love with Alex countless times over the past few days, he was no less sensitive to his lover's touch this morning than he was the very first time they were together.
Alex listened to the soft, restless sounds escaping Mulder's throat, and smiled to himself. The older man's passionate reaction to his caresses was more than he could have ever hoped for. That first encouraging sigh from Mulder...the first returned kiss...all of it...would remain ingrained in his memory forever. And if something were to happen to keep them apart...
//No. *Nothing* will keep me away from him. Not a goddamn fucking thing.//
He tormented his lover's nipples for a while longer, then moved on, skimming the quivering abdominal muscles with hands and mouth, stopping when the blunt, satiny-smooth head of Mulder's cock brushed the underside of his jaw. His own cock swelled painfully in response to the contact, and his hips jerked involuntarily into the mattress.
The vibration of Alex's moan against his skin, provoked Mulder to push upward, pressing his cock against the younger man's throat.
Alex slid the slightest bit lower, rubbing his cheek against the rigid shaft, every so often shifting to let his tongue pass over the length of it.
Mulder, now of the verge of complete madness, thrust against Alex's mouth whenever it came within reach, whimpering wildly, begging incoherently to feel his lover's lips closing around him.
Well aware of the time restrictions, Alex complied, taking the older man's cock into his mouth, sliding down over the entire length. He applied a light suction as he drew upward, then released a quick flurry of tongue lashes around the head, pulling a harsh groan from his lover. The groan ended on a soft cry as he let Mulder's cock fall out of his mouth. He gently kissed the tip, then slid up along the warm, aroused length of the other man's body. When they were face to face, he kissed Mulder, allowing him to taste the faint flavor of himself. "Now," he breathed into his lover's mouth, "I'll fuck you."
Eagerly, Mulder spread his legs, and clamped them around Alex's waist. "Hurry," he practically sobbed into the other man's throat. "*Please*..."
"Wait, wait," Alex said, pushing up to break Mulder's vice-grip on him. "You gotta do something, first."
"What?"
"Where's the lube?"
"I don't know," Mulder whined impatiently. "Alex, just..."
"Gotta find it." He rolled off of the older man and lay smirking over at him. "Go on. I promise I'll be here when you get back."
"Dammit, Alex..."
Alex merely cocked one eyebrow and waved Mulder away, prompting a stream of muttered curses from him as he spun to his feet and headed toward the bags by the chair.
As he pawed through the bags, still swearing, Mulder thought he heard the subtle creak of bedsprings, but he was much too engrossed in finding the damn lube to give it much thought. His fingers closed around the tube, and just as he straightened up to return to the bed, he felt a presence at his back. Before he could turn around, he was being shoved against the wall and held there by Alex's body pressing into his. "What are you doing?" he asked, genuinely surprised to suddenly find himself in this position.
"Decided it might be fun to fuck you against the wall," Alex rumbled into his ear.
"Fun for who? Walls are kinda hard, you know."
"Yeah. It'll make more noise when I slam you into it..."
"I'm sorry?"
"You heard me. Now squeeze some of that onto your fingers."
Mulder obeyed quietly, chewing on his lower lip.
"Good. Now get yourself ready for me."
The older man took a long, deep breath and reached back, running his fingers down the crevice of his ass, and working them in toward the puckered opening. He pressed his cheek against the cool wall, and his eyes dropped shut as he gently pushed one, then two fingers into himself. He bit off a hard moan, and slowly buried his fingers as far as they would go while Alex watched.
"Very nice," the younger man purred encouragingly. "That feel good?"
Mulder nodded, unable to get any intelligible sound past the lump that had formed in his throat. He pulled his fingers out to the first knuckle, then plunged back in, breathing harder with every thrust.
"Okay, that's enough. Turn around."
Mulder withdrew his fingers, wincing as he did so, and turned to face Alex. He looked into glittering, dark eyes, and awaited his next instructions.
"Now, get me ready."
Mulder squeezed more lube into his hand, and grasped his lover's cock. His eyes never left Alex's as he slowly stroked on the lube, and when he was done, he let his hand drop to his side. He stood waiting, trying to control the tremors that passed through his body, until Alex spoke again, but the man younger man simply stared, seemingly mesmerized the sea of intense amber before him.
"Alex..." Mulder whispered softly, "...please..."
Alex stared for a moment longer, then raised a hand to Mulder's face, and gently caressed his cheek. He moved in, brushing their lips together, then took his lover's mouth in an achingly tender kiss. When they separated, he looked at Mulder with an expression that was a cross between extreme arousal and melancholy.
"Tell me I'm not dreaming all of this. Tell me you really want me."
Mulder studied the younger man for a moment, then wrapped his arms around him. He thrust forward, pressing their erections together. "Does this feel like a dream?"
"I don't know," Alex shuddered and closed his eyes as he answered softly, "I've had some pretty damn vivid dreams of you."
Mulder licked the corner of his lover's mouth. "It's real, Alex. And I want you. God, I swear I've never wanted anyone like this. Please, baby..."
Alex kissed him once more, but this time there wasn't a trace of tenderness in it. All he conveyed was a fierce possessiveness that shook Mulder to his core. He broke the kiss, grasped the other man by his shoulders and spun him around, pushing him against the wall and holding him there with one hand on his back. With the other, he guided his cock between the clenching cheeks, and drove hard into the prepared ring of muscle.
Mulder's head snapped back and a constricted cry pierced the air. The hand on his back slid around to his chest, and the one that had been gripping Alex's cock, now grasped his own. His lover's voice sounded in his ear, breathless and sandpaper-rough.
"We belong to each other, Fox. There's nobody else...neither of us would ever be satisfied with anyone else, now...you know that, don't you?" He emphasized his point with another hard thrust.
"I know," Mulder whimpered, flattening his hands against the wall "Nobody else. Don't want...anybody...else..."
Alex withdrew almost to the tip, pulling Mulder slightly away from the wall, then plunged in again, slamming him forward as he began to work his cock in the same aggressive manner. "That's right, baby." He picked up speed, rhythmically pounding his lover against the wall. "You're mine..."
Mulder felt his climax approaching, unstoppable as an ocean storm. It thundered deep within his body, rolling outward, and coursing quickly through him, until he began to shake violently. A wild, sobbing, roar broke from his lips as he came, erupting all over his lover's hand and the wall in front of him. His legs wanted nothing more at that moment than to just give out, but somehow he willed them to hold him up while Alex thrust desperately into him.
"Oh, God," Alex cried into the back of Mulder's perspiration-drenched neck as he thrust twice more, then released a flood of hot fluid into his ass. He groaned Mulder's name, and something else so garbled, that Mulder had no idea what he'd said. He collapsed against the older man's back, sandwiching Mulder between his body and the wall.
Mulder stood quietly, regaining his breath and enough strength to push them both away from the wall. He turned around, wrapping Alex in his arms, and dropping a kiss into his hair as the sable head lowered to his shoulder. He glanced at the clock by the bed, silently cursed the shortage of time, then gently roused Alex.
"Alex. Babe. Come on, you gotta be out of here within half an hour at least. Let's go have a shower."
Alex lifted his head and focused on his lover. He nodded wearily and allowed Mulder to lead him into the bathroom.
Once under the warm spray, the strength seeped back into Alex's body. There was a vague soreness in his limbs from days of frequent activity, but he welcomed the discomfort. It, as well as the marks Mulder had left on him, were a tangible reminder of the time they'd spent together. He groaned as the older man washed him gently but thoroughly, then he returned the favor. There was no teasing, as neither man wanted to part in a state of unfulfilled arousal.
When they'd finished, Mulder turned the water off, and they stepped out of the tub, each grabbing towel, and drying the other. They dressed, and walked out into the room, arms around each other's waists. Alex broke from Mulder's grasp, and picked up his bag. He looked around, making sure that he forgot nothing.
Mulder plucked the two paper bags that Alex had come in with earlier, and handed them to him. He gave his lover a sad smile. "Enjoy your breakfast."
Alex took the bags and attempted to return the smile. "Thanks. Listen, I put a card with my number on it, in the front right pocket of your jeans, okay?"
Mulder nodded.
"You'll call me as soon as you get home?"
"I won't even take my coat off, first."
The two men walked to the door, and Alex reached for the knob, then let his hand slip away. He dropped the bags to the floor, and turned around, finding himself immediately wrapped in Mulder's arms. He returned the embrace, and they clung to each other as if they'd never let go. Alex was the first to pull away, reluctantly putting distance between them.
"Better go. I don't want to pass Scully on the road."
"Right." Mulder directed his response to the floor.
Alex picked up the bags, inched the door open and looked out into the quiet lot. He turned once more to the man he could now call his, and tapped the underside of his chin, bringing his head up. Emotion-laden hazel eyes met deepest green, and they kissed again, making silent promises, and saying so much more than rationality would allow words to say. They parted, and with only a final look, Alex walked away.
Mulder watched, a numbness invading his body as his former enemy climbed up into his Range Rover, and shut the door. He didn't know how much time had passed before he heard the engine start, and the vehicle pull out of the lot and onto the road. He merely stood watching as the man who had in such an unnervingly brief span of time, become the center of his world, disappeared from it. Even after he could no longer see the vehicle, he stood shivering in the doorway, staring at the deserted stretch of road. Good sense finally stepped in, tapping at his brain, and told him to shut the door. He leaned against the painted metal, wanting very much to allow depression to take over, but thoughts of the drilling he was soon to endure, could not allow it. If Scully saw him moping like this, it would only drag the torment out longer.
He pushed himself away from the door, and remembering that he'd never cleaned the wall, went to the nightstand, pulled some tissue out of the box there, and wiped away the evidence of his and Alex's last union. He took the tissue into the bathroom and flushed it, then walked over to the bed, and sat heavily on the edge of the mattress. He glanced down at the rumpled pillows, and a trace of a smile curved his mouth as his mind conjured up images of Alex, so sweetly innocent in sleep, hair sticking up this way and that, lips drawn into an irresistible pout...
He picked up the pillow that Alex had slept on, and held it against his chest, burying his face into it, and inhaling the faint scent of his lover...
...and waited for Scully.
End?
Not so much