by Aries
This is in response to a little challenge issued by my new good buddy, Orithain. It's all *her* fault!
Rated NC-17 for language and explicit m/m sex
Disclaimer: They're *his*, okay? End of disclaimer.
Feedback: Yes, please! You can reach me at mmcusn@aol.com
Big shout outs to Nic and Orithain (whose big idea it was for this thing,
in the first place!) Oh...did I already mention that? You
girls keep me off balance (that's a GOOD thing) Deb and Pat. Love you
all!
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"Shit."
Alex Krycek dug through the pockets of his jeans.
No change.
He searched his leather jacket.
Still nothing.
He leaned against the glass wall of the phone booth and looked at his watch.
Two forty-five.
"I ought to call collect. Piss the old bastard off."
He closed his eyes and shivered.
//Fuck, it's cold. What the hell are you doing out here, this time of night? Fuck him *and* his project.//
There was a quick squeak squeak of the folding door and a gun in his
ribs before he could open and focus his eyes. He was
spun around and shoved face first into the wall that housed the phone.
A warm body hovered very close behind him. He made
no attempt to turn around. Didn't have to. He knew who it was.
"Hey, Mulder. Isn't it past your bedtime?"
"I don't sleep, Krycek. You know that." Mulder shifted in the cramped
booth, making sure that he kept his advantage. "What
are you doing out here?"
"Making a call...well...I was *going* to make a call but I don't have any change. Can I borrow a quarter?"
Mulder jammed the gun harder into his back. "Who were you going to call?"
"My date. I'm running a little late...car trouble, you know...and I thought I'd better explain."
Silence.
"Uh...so...what are we going to do, here?"
"About what?"
"Well, we're squeezed together in a tiny phone booth at almost three
o'clock in the morning. Your gun is in my back and if I'm
not mistaken, that feels like your very hard cock against my ass."
Mulder grimaced but said nothing.
"So, the way I see it, you can do one of three things. You can arrest
me on some trumped up charge, you can get the hardware
out of my back and let me go on my way, or you can fuck me."
"You're an insane bastard."
"Make up your mind, Mulder. My arm is falling asleep..."
Krycek's knees almost buckled when he heard the unmistakable sound of
a belt being undone. There was more jerky
movement in the small space, then a hand came around to his jeans,
popping the button and drawing the zipper down. His eyes
rolled up into his head as a warm hand slipped inside his underwear.
"Didn't think I had the nerve, did you?" Mulder taunted softly in his ear.
Krycek swallowed, trying to rid his throat of the lump that had settled there. "No," he answered honestly. "I didn't."
"Never challenge me."
"If I remember correctly, I also challenged you to either arrest me or let me go."
Mulder squeezed him gently, sending a hard shudder through his body.
"I don't arrest people on trumped up charges and since
I really don't feel like letting you go, there's only one other option."
The entire time he spoke, he stroked Krycek's twitching
cock. The recipient of his caresses drew in a stuttering breath. When
released, it was accompanied by a whispered, 'Oh God'.
"What was that, Alex?"
"Nothing," he rasped.
Mulder holstered his gun, grasped the younger man by his shoulders and
managed to get him turned around. Hazel eyes
searched green. Then the master of surprise was himself, caught completely
off-guard as Mulder's lips covered his. He began
to sway and felt himself caught and held by an arm wrapped securely
around his waist.
//Okay...he's kissing me//
Krycek tried to wrap his mind around the fact that he was actually being
tenderly kissed by Fox Mulder, but he wasn't having a
whole lot of luck. A quick fuck in a phone booth at three in the morning,
he could see. It was late. They were squeezed up
against each other in this tiny space. They were *taunting* each other...Alex
Krycek could rationalize just about any situation.
..but *this*? He never kissed *anyone*. Had meaningless sex, sure.
And plenty of it, but to him, kissing conveyed an
intimacy...a display of emotion for the other person that he'd just
never felt. So then why in God's name was he letting *this*
man kiss him? And more to the point, why the fuck was he kissing him
*back*?
His head was starting to pound.
//Too much thinking.//
Mulder's arm tightened around his waist and he could feel his own cock respond to the one pressing against it.
//Oh God, *way* too much thinking...you feel that?// He writhed against
the hardness. //He wants you. *You*. If he wants to
kiss you, so what?//
Mulder's tongue slipped between his lips, sliding along the roof of his mouth, then tangling with his own. He groaned softly.
//So, you *like* it, that's what.//
Krycek threaded a hand through Mulder's hair and deepened the kiss.
//Oh shit, what are you doing?//
Mulder's hand slipped into the back of his jeans, cupping his ass.
Smooth, soft skin stretched over tight muscle. He slowly kneaded the flesh.
Alex broke the kiss, drawing ragged breaths. "Mulder..."
Mulder focused on his eyes. "What?"
Alex hesitated.
Mulder's hand pressed against his ass, pushing them closer together.
"What do you want?"
Krycek paused a second more, then plunged his fingers into Mulder's
hair and brought their lips together once more. Mulder
groaned deep in his throat and leaned heavily into him, pushing him
backward and knocking the phone off the hook.
//This is bad, Alex. This is very bad. Stop kissing him!//
He withdrew, cocked his head to the opposite side, and kissed Mulder again.
// I can't. He tastes so good. *God*, how can a man taste this fucking good?//
He groaned his protest as Mulder pulled away from him. The older man
dropped his pants and gently pushed Krycek to his
knees. Green eyes rose to his face. He extended a hand and stroked
the kneeling man's flushed cheek.
Krycek grasped Mulder's underwear and drew it down past his hips and
over his stony erection. His lower lip quivered in
anticipation. Mulder's hands clasped at the back of his head and pulled
it forward.
Krycek's eyes dropped shut at the first sensation of Mulder's cock on
his tongue. Christ, he'd wanted this since *forever*. But
somehow, he'd always thought it'd be the other way around. Life was
just full of surprises, and some of them, he thought as he
sucked Mulder into his mouth, not altogether unpleasant.
Glittering hazel disappeared behind closed eyelids. Mulder grimaced, trying his level best to keep a grip on sanity.
Sanity?
What a stupid word. *What* was sane about *any* of this? He was in a
fucking phonebooth, on a deserted street at three
a.m. with one of the dirtiest snakes to ever slither the earth. And
*what* was he doing? Getting ready to nail the bastard. And
what made the damn situation even worse? Krycek was going to *let*
him. Hell, he *wanted* him to.
//Something is really fucked up here, and as soon as this is done, I'm going to figure out what it is...*after* it's done...//
Mulder pulled Krycek up by his jacket, much to the other man's moaned
protestations. His lips found the racing pulse in
Krycek's throat, drawing a soft moan from the younger man. His mouth
traveled down the soft skin and stopped at the curve
between his neck and shoulder. He sucked the flesh into his mouth,
applying an almost unbearable pressure.
Krycek's hands tangled in the folds of Mulder's coat. His teeth clenched as he attempted to bite back a reaction.
//Jesus Christ, he's *marking* me...//
His cock throbbed at the thought.
Mulder released him abruptly. "Turn around."
Krycek forced himself to move, turning his back to the older man. Mulder
slipped his hands inside his jeans and pulled them
down to his ankles. He slowly worked his way back up, kissing and licking
the soft skin of Krycek's ass. The muscle clenched
under his tongue and a soft grunt came from above. He smiled and stood
up. Krycek spread his legs as far as the jeans pooled
around his feet would allow, and waited. Mulder grasped his cock at
the base and pressed it into the crevice, seeking out the
tight opening.
"Please..." A soft, rough whisper.
"Please, what?" Mulder asked in an almost identical tone.
Krycek gritted his teeth. "Please fuck me." A loud groan tore from his
throat as the head of Mulder's cock began to stretch the
opening.
"Oh, *God*."
Mulder grasped his hips and pulled him backward as he pressed forward.
The realization that he was *actually* fucking *Alex
Krycek* hit Mulder like a ton of bricks. His heart began to pound double-time
as he tightened his grip on the younger man and
established a steady, driving rhythm. He opened his eyes in time to
see one of Krycek's hands go to his own cock and begin to
stroke it in time to Mulder's movements. He reached around and grasped
the wrist, pulling the hand away. Before Krycek
could protest, Mulder's hand replaced his.
Krycek's mouth dropped open and a long gasp escaped it. He braced himself
the best way he could against the wall and gave
up complete control to the man behind him. He closed his eyes and focused
on the contrasting sensations of Mulder's long
wool coat scratching against his skin and the smooth heat of his cock
sliding in and out of him.
//God, this is it. I might as well die now. In a few short minutes,
this goddamn man has completely ruined me...fucking great. I'll
obsess over him for the rest of my fucking miserable life, now. Jesus,
please send down a lightning bolt or something and kill me
*right* now.//
Mulder tightened his left arm around Krycek's heaving chest and laid
his head against the leather covered back. He increased
the speed of his movements, forcing a sharp cry from the younger man.
Mulder moaned into his back as he felt the inevitable
explosion rumbling through his body. He thrust frantically into Krycek
and released a long gasping sob as he came. A few more
hard strokes of his hand and Krycek joined him, shooting hot and hard
over Mulder's fist. The younger man bit into his lip to
keep from screaming out loud. His arms gave out and both men fell forward,
sandwiching Krycek between the phone unit and
the gasping man behind him. He winced at the feel of the large metal
object pressing into his chest but sheer exhaustion kept
him silent.
Long seconds later, Mulder regained enough strength to stand up straight.
Silently, he began to readjust his clothing. Krycek
turned around and backed into the glass wall. He doubled over and rested
his hands on his knees for a moment before pulling
his jeans up. As he was zipping up, Mulder's fingers closed around
his wrist, twisting his hand, palm side up. He pressed a
quarter into it.
"Better call your *date* now. Please convey my apologies for detaining you."
Krycek turned weary eyes up to him. He said nothing. Mulder ran a hand
through his hair and opened the door. Krycek
lowered his eyes to the floor and waited for him to leave. When the
feel of his presence did not fade, Krycek looked up.
Mulder watched the younger man intently. His eyes glittered with an
emotion Krycek could not read. He moved he two short
steps that it took for him to stand before the other man. He reached
into his pocket and produced another quarter. He thrust his
hand into the inside of Krycek's jacket and deposited the silver into
the breast pocket.
"What's that for?" Krycek rasped. He focused longingly on those deliciously full lips as Mulder spoke.
"You can use that one to call *me*."
Green eyes flicked up to hazel. Mulder backed toward the door and with
one last long look, turned and walked away. Krycek
listened to the dull click of his heels against the damp pavement until
the sound faded. He unclenched his hand and dropped the
quarter into the phone. He dialed and as he waited for an answer, pulled
the other quarter out of his pocket. He held it in his
palm, stroking the raised surface with his thumb. A tiny smile crossed
his lips and he tucked it back into his pocket.
A faint click, then a soft. "Yes?"
Krycek's smile faded and he listened.
"Hello?"
He hung up and walked out into cold, early morning.
END