| A Ghost of a Chance |
| My first foray into X-Files fandom. This one's been with me for quite a while. I had originally created the basic story in 2003 when I started travelling extensively for work, but didn't actually start writing it until 2004. Stef and I had our very first argument over this one, and I put is aside for almost a year before coming back to it and realizing he was right after all ...love you, dearest. It's Mulder/Skinner, with a Skinner/Scully subplot. Yeah, yeah, it'll eventually turn into a threesome, you know I can't resist! It's set about six months after the third season episode "Avatar," which was Skinner's big episode. And is one of the very FEW eps I still haven't managed to see .... {yes, that pisses me off ...} |
| {Julian was bored. His apartment had been vacant for a couple of weeks now. When was a new tenant going to move in? Of course, it could be another one like the last. You know. A WOMAN. Utterly useless to him. It had taken him a year to scare her out of the place. At least that process had been somewhat entertaining. If not actually satisfying. Oh, GOD, he was horny. And frustrated. He really hoped the next tenant would be more to his tastes �} Walter Skinner put down his end of the couch and sighed. Moving was SUCH a pain. But now that Sharon was � gone � he just didn�t need the hassle of keeping up the house. The past six months had been the worst of his life. So many people had given up on him. Only these two, his two most annoying agents, had remained faithful. Mulder and Scully were the only friends he had left willing to help him move. How pathetic was that? �Walter? You in there?� Mulder�s voice dragged him out of his reverie. �Huh? Oh, sorry. What did you say?� �I asked if you wanted to push this back against the wall or leave it out here?� �Oh. Um, against the wall, I guess.� They maneuvered the sofa into place as Scully came in carrying an end table. �There. That�s the last of them, sir.� He sighed. Even here today, she just couldn�t relax and use his name. �Thanks, Dana.� He watched intently as she removed the scarf tying her hair back and shook it out, then replaced the scarf. If she wasn�t his direct report � // don�t go there, buddy. You know there�s only room in her heart for one �// Dana glanced at her watch. �Oh, god, I hate to abandon you guys, but I promised my Mom I�d be over for dinner. But I think we�ve got the worst of this done?� Skinner nodded; she�d mentioned earlier that she�d have to leave around dinnertime. �Don�t worry about it; you�re right, we�re mostly done. It�s all in here, now I just have to figure out where everything goes. And that could take months!� She laughed and nodded. �Ok, then, I think I�m going to take off.� He took a few steps to stand beside her, letting himself place a hand on her arm. �Thanks, Dana. It � uh, it means a lot.� {Julian bristled. But then, the woman seemed to be leaving. Once she was gone, perhaps he could nudge things in the right direction �} Dana could see the pain still visible in his eyes. Oh, he hid it well, especially at work. But here, today, she had seen more of the man behind the A.D. mask. His so-called friends had disappeared when things had gotten tough. Of course, he probably didn�t even have many of those � he was the type who worked too hard to make up for the fact that he had no life. In a moment of nearly reckless abandon, she stood on tiptoe, reaching up to gently kiss his cheek. �You�re welcome, sir.� She blushed and quickly ducked out of the door. Mulder had flopped down onto the couch, watching the exchange with a bemused expression. He had figured out early in the day exactly what their boss thought of his partner, and wondered if Scully had picked up on it yet or not. Probably not. She could be kind of clueless in these things. Of course, he knew exactly what she felt for him, and was often rather sorry that he just couldn�t return it, not the way she wanted. But her friendship and loyalty meant a lot to him. Skinner just stood there in a state of shock. Mulder chuckled softly and crawled out of the couch, coming over to lay a hand on his shoulder. �Come on, Walter. Relax a bit. Enough work for now.� {Yes, Walter, relax �} It felt like this one had the right idea. Walter would just need a little prodding, and then this Mulder guy would finish the job for him. His own excitement flared and encompassed the two men. Skinner turned toward Mulder, finding himself oddly distracted by the feel of the other man�s hand on his shoulder. He looked into Mulder�s eyes and realized that he knew, knew what that kiss had done to him. He looked away, embarrassed. Mulder steered him toward the couch and sat down beside him. �You�ve got it bad, don�t you?� Skinner sighed. �Does she know?� Mulder shook his head. �I doubt it.� Now that they weren�t focused on the work of moving, he took a moment to appreciate the view. Scully was a special friend, but Walter Skinner, now there was somebody who pushed his buttons. Oh, he�d had his fantasies, but this was the first time they�d spent any real time together away from work. Seeing the man in jeans and a shirt that just clung to that powerful chest � oh, yeah. {yessssss �} Julian's essence radiated his desire. Sitting so close now, smelling the masculine odor of sweat from their labors today, Mulder wasn't overly surprised to feel himself getting a hard-on. Instead of holding back as he normally would, today he chose to enjoy it. Skinner sat there, suddenly very aware of how close they were. There was something in the way Mulder was looking at him. No, not �? {Yes, Walter. He wants you. You know you want it too �} He looked at Mulder as if seeing him for the first time. Tall, slender, almost gawky. Not an especially handsome man. But � interesting. And so close. He remembered the sensation when Mulder had touched his shoulder. It had been like an electric current running through his body. He found himself wanting that touch again, and wanting more. His body was tingling with a desire he�d never dreamed of before. He let his eyes wander down Mulder�s body, and when he saw the bulge in the crotch, he realized his own matched it. Oh, god, he was horny. He wanted it so badly � before he even knew what he was doing, his hand had reached out to rub against Mulder�s jeans, drawing a gasp of pleasure from the other man. Mulder had been fighting the desire to reach out and touch his boss when Skinner did it for him. He moaned softly as Skinner�s hand rubbed him. For the briefest moment his brain screamed that something was wrong, Skinner shouldn�t be doing this, then all thought vanished in the pleasure coursing through his body. {At last!} Their silent observer rejoiced in the waves of pleasure radiating from the two men. His own pleasure interacted with theirs, creating a feedback loop. Seeing Mulder responding to his touch sent another jolt through Skinner�s already overloaded nervous system. Growing more confident � or just more horny � he tugged at Mulder�s belt and zipper, freeing the package from its tight confines. �Oh, god, yes!� Mulder moaned as his hand pushed the denim aside and rubbed him through the thin cotton briefs beneath. Touching Mulder like this was getting Skinner harder than he�d ever been before. He ached with desire and started to wonder what it would feel like when Mulder returned the favor. That thought turned him on even more. {I knew it! This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, Walter, my boy!} Julian was becoming giddy from the sexual energy building in the apartment. The more they wanted, the more he wanted and the more they responded to his influence. Mulder couldn�t believe this was really happening to him. He had fantasized about this, but never expected it to become reality. Skinner was stroking him through his shorts and it felt absolutely marvelous. �More �� he sighed. Skinner eagerly complied, letting his fingers slip inside to brush against the hot, hard cock. �Ahh!� Mulder whimpered as flesh finally found flesh. Some part of Skinner�s brain realized he had never done this before, wasn�t sure how to proceed, but something else took over. He grasped Mulder�s cock, somehow knowing exactly what to do, and began stroking in earnest. Mulder just leaned back against the couch, moaning with pleasure as Skinner�s hand worked him. Julian cackled happily as he guided Walter's hands, feeding off the waves of pleasure coming from Mulder's body. He nudged Walter just a bit more .... His mouth watering, Skinner simply couldn�t resist bending over to take Mulder into his mouth. �Oh, YEAH, Walter. Do it. Suck me.� It felt strange, and yet strangely familiar. He didn�t care � all that mattered now was that it felt GOOD. Mulder was writhing beneath him, thrusting into his mouth, desperate for his release. It came, suddenly, flooding Skinner�s mouth, choking him, but tasting like ambrosia. He milked Mulder for all he was worth until finally the younger man fell still, spent. He sat up and leaned back, breathless from his exertion. Mulder sat beside him, equally breathless. His hand found Skininer�s leg and squeezed. When he could finally breathe again, Mulder sat up and smiled at him. �Damn, Walter, didn�t know you went that way!� Skinner looked up at him, a bit confused. �I don�t. Er, I didn�t. Um � oh hell, will you just do me already?� {Oh, good BOY, Walter! I didn't even have to ask!} Mulder laughed and turned his attention to the task at hand, sliding his hand up Skinner�s thigh to the tight bulge. Yes, he was as hard up as Mulder had been, and his moan confirmed it. Mulder rubbed him through the thick denim for a while before finally releasing the belt. Skinner sighed with relief as Mulder freed his prick; those jeans had gotten unbearably tight. He trembled as he felt long fingers slip inside his shorts, caressing him. He was equally surprised to feel Mulder�s other hand sliding up, beneath his shirt, seeking out a tight nipple. �Oh!� He gasped as the fingers found their target. Mulder chuckled at the reaction and intensified his efforts there, pinching lightly. He was rewarded with another gasping cry and felt the cock in his hand jump. // plenty of time for that later, // he thought and let go, leaning over to get serious below. He pulled Skinner�s dick out of his shorts; it was every bit as big as he'd imagined it would have to be to go with that buff body. As he drew it into his mouth, he realized that he was getting hard again already. He had a feeling this was going to be a very interesting evening � Skinner moaned loudly as Mulder�s mouth enveloped him. He had never dreamed anything could feel so good. He watched as Mulder�s head bobbed over his lap, taking in all he had to offer � and it was a lot. He tried to sit still, but couldn�t; within moments he was thrusting into Mulder�s eager mouth, desperately seeking his release. He nearly screamed when it found him, his whole body arching with the power of it. Aftershocks shook him for quite a while afterwards. He thought he heard a distant sigh of relief � {At last!!!} Finally, Julian had a tenant who could feed his pleasure. A release for the eternal horniness that plagued him in this strange afterlife. Like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet, he loaded up another plate � When it was over, he opened his eyes to see Mulder grinning down at him. �You definitely enjoyed that.� Skinned blushed. �Yeah, I guess so.� Something felt weird, though. Usually after an orgasm that intense, he�d feel completely sated. But he could tell he wasn�t done yet. He wanted more � and it looked like Mulder did too! Somewhere along the line, Mulder had slipped out of his jeans, tossing them and his underwear aside. One look told Skinner that he was already up for round two. Mulder laughed as he saw Skinner�s reaction to his hard-on. He licked his lips. �So Walter. Shall we christen your new bedroom?� Skinner grinned up at him. �Think we should find some sheets first?� Mulder shrugged. �Probably a good idea. You may be washing them a lot sooner than you planned!� He got up and reached out a hand, hauling a still slightly week-kneed Skinner off of the couch. Skinner sent his jeans and underwear to the discard pile, then tossed his shirt aside as well. He just felt silly walking around naked from the waist down. Mulder let out a sound something like a growl and reached out to run his hands over the broad chest. �You�d better find those sheets fast, Walter.� It was Skinner�s turn to laugh at Mulder�s response. He kept himself in shape; working out was his one stress relief these days, and he was actually rather proud of his body. Not that anybody else ever appreciated it. // until today. He had a feeling a lot of things were changing today // {I appreciate it, Walter} He really hadn�t brought that much with him, so they found the box of linens pretty quickly and got a fitted sheet onto the bed. Mulder�s shirt had disappeared somewhere along the line as well, and as soon as the sheet was in place, they flopped down. His initial thirst slaked, Julian took time to savor their desire for each other. Because it certainly was mutual desire; Julian could fan the flames, but not create desire from nothing. It had been hard enough to turn Walter's desire for the woman toward Mulder; it had only worked because at some level, Walter had wanted it. But now that that desire had been unleashed � This time the desire was more like a slow burn than the intense need of their first time. Mulder just couldn�t keep his hands off that broad chest, sliding them over the firm abs and hard pecs. For his part, Skinner was happy to lay there and let Mulder appreciate the body he worked so hard on. His touch felt absolutely luxurious. Warm lips and tongue found a nipple and began licking and kissing, pulling, sucking. It felt wonderful. Somewhere in the back of his brain, he was vaguely aware of thinking that Sharon had never done anything like this to him. Their marriage hadn�t been the best for quite a while; they had been distant the past several years. But even at its best, he had never enjoyed sex like he was enjoying it today. He vaguely wondered if that meant anything, but he was too busy enjoying it right now to worry about it. Mulder had been in heaven from the moment Skinner had taken off the shirt. He�d watched him at work, noticing the way the tailored dress shirt showed off the powerful body beneath. No one else ever seemed to notice, but he had. He sucked eagerly at a tight nipple, his hands caressing the strong muscles behind it. After a while he transferred his attention to the other one, working there for a good long time. Skinner moaned and sighed beneath him, clearly enjoying the attention. Finally, he traced a trail of kisses up that amazing chest, to the neck, jaw, and finally mouth. Skinner tensed as their lips first touched. {No, Walter, relax, enjoy �} but Mulder was insistent and finally the mouth opened to him. Mulder moved to lay on top as Skinner�s arms wrapped around him. Tongues danced back and forth as they lost themselves in that kiss. Skinner felt Mulder�s erection pressed against him, and knew that he was also getting hard again. The first moments of the kiss he had been oddly frightened, but now he wouldn�t trade it for anything. It satisfied something deep inside him, something he'd never known he needed. Their bodies writhed together as they each tried to swallow the other whole. Mulder's cock rubbed against his with the most delightful friction. Every nerve in his body seemed to respond to that sensation. He couldn't remember ever being this turned on before. After a while, Mulder pulled away, sitting up and wrapping his long fingers around both cocks. Their eyes locked as Mulder pulled on them. "You like this, don't you Walter?" "Christ, yes!" Mulder looked so damned sexy, kneeling over him, his tongue sneaking out to lick his lips, curved in a tempting smile. {I knew you would, Walter �.} Skinner was glad he'd already come once; the second time was actually lasting long enough to enjoy the view! He'd all but forgotten how wonderful it could be with a playful lover. Mulder reached out with his free hand and caught Skinner's, bringing it toward his mouth. He took one long long finger into his mouth and sucked it lasciviously. Skinner groaned with desire as Mulder's body rocked gently against his. He wanted this to last forever. Mulder slowly sucked each of his fingers in turn, while gently stroking their cocks. As he let the last one slip from his mouth, he grinned. "Now for the real thing." Mulder got up and turned around, settling into a classic '69' position, his cock hanging over Walter's waiting mouth. Both moaned as they sucked each other in. Skinner wasn't sure quite how he knew, but he seemed to know exactly when to back off to prolong the pleasure. Mulder was equally skilled, and they rode the pleasure for a very long time. Until at last, Mulder picked up the pace. Skinner followed suit and soon both were exploding with the long-simmering passion. {Oh, YES! Dear Walter, we are going to be such good friends, you and your lover and I �} Julian's contentment and affection flooded the room � When it was done, Mulder managed to turn himself around before flopping bonelessly down beside Skinner, his head pillowed on the broad shoulder. They were both breathing heavily, and Mulder could hear Skinner's heart pounding inside that magnificent chest. Almost unconsciously, Skinner's arm wrapped around his partner's slender frame, his fingers reaching up into the unruly dark hair. He'd never felt so contented, so complete. Why hadn't he done this long ago? Was this why his marriage had ultimately failed? Because it wasn't what he really wanted? The feel of Mulder's body pressed close to his distracted him from his thoughts. Mulder was half laying on top of him, and his hands were roaming again. After all the years of living inside his own skin, just simple touch felt delightful. But now both were pretty well spent, and soon Mulder's hands stilled as they both fell asleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A couple of hours later, Walter Skinner woke up to find Fox Mulder still sprawled half over him. His stomach was growling, and his cock was already twitching. He decided that getting some dinner was a bit more important, so maybe he'd better get up before he got distracted again. {Oh, all right �} Mulder groaned as Skinner slid out from under him. "Uh. Hey. Where you going?" Skinner gazed at him, bemused. "To get some dinner. If that's ok with you?" Mulder sat up and blinked. "Oh. Ok �" It seemed a little strange that there wasn't any sort of awkwardness between them, but another growl from his stomach chased that thought away. He pulled on his robe and headed into the kitchen. Of course, since he'd just moved in, there wasn't anything in the pantry. But some thoughtful soul had left behind a refrigerator magnet with the phone number of a pizza place that delivered. So he ordered a large pepperoni and a bottle of soda, and headed out to the living room, where Mulder was getting back into his abandoned jeans. {Ah, this looks promising �} Julian's 'aura' flared again, touching both men. The view of Mulder's backside as he climbed back into the jeans � sans underwear � sent a thrill through Walter's body. His cock twitched again, which surprised him, given what he'd already done tonight. But he was in no mood to look a gift horse in the mouth. Mulder finished zipping up and turned around to see Walter grinning at him. "Like the view?" "Not bad �" Of course his grin said it was a lot more than that. And so did the erection that was already poking through his robe. Mulder flopped back down onto the couch and leered up at him. "Looks like you're ready for dessert!" Skinner blushed and tried to rearrange his robe, to no avail. Mulder just grinned. "Come here, big boy � I could use an appetizer!" He eagerly closed the distance between them and moaned with delight as Mulder's hands gripped his hips and that smart mouth devoured his cock. His hands rested on Mulder's shoulders, lightly at first, then gripping hard as he fought to remain standing. Mulder had just finished drinking him dry when they heard a knock at the door. "Shit! Where's my wallet?" Mulder broke out in giggles and retrieved his own from his hip pocket, fishing out a $20 bill. "I'll get it." He pushed Skinner out of the way and answered the door, trading the bill for the pizza and 2-liter bottle. He parked the food on the coffee table and they both fell back onto the couch laughing. They virtually inhaled the pizza, partly because it was rather on the late side for dinner, and partly because both were eager to get on with 'dessert.' Skinner finished his last slice and sighed, leaning back against the couch. His hand trailed lazily over Mulder's thigh. Mulder raised an eyebrow. "Um, Walter? You got any lube around here? Oral is great, but I'm ready for the main course �" Skinner's hand stopped. "Uh, no � I, uh, I've never �" And yet rather than being afraid, he was just getting more and more turned on. Mulder looked at him, expecting to see fear, but instead saw a gleam in Skinner's eyes. He grinned. "Ooh, a virgin! Well, we'll have to do this right, then. I know an adult shop not far from here." He stood up, reaching for his abandoned shirt. "I'll be back in half an hour. Don't do anything without me!" He was out the door before Skinner - or Julian - could protest. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As he left Skinner's apartment, Mulder felt � 'something.' He wasn't quite sure what it was, or even IF he'd really felt anything. As he settled into his car and drove away, it was as if a blindfold was being pulled away from his eyes. What the hell was happening here? Yeah, he was gay, and lord knows he'd fantasized enough about his boss, but Skinner's reactions made no sense. He'd never given the slightest indication that he might be interested in men. And hadn't they been talking about his obvious infatuation with Scully? So why had the boss-man made the first move? He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. Too much for a 40-something workaholic. Hell, when was the last time Mulder came three times in one night? And he was still looking for more! Mulder suddenly realized that the erection he'd gotten from his 'appetizer' which had held all through dinner had vanished. Was something 'helping' them? Egging them on? His train of thought was interrupted as he spotted the shop he was looking for. He parked, ran in, grabbed the lube, paid, and got back into the car. Heading back to Skinner's new apartment, he wondered if he should do this. If something was controlling them, it might not be Skinner's real choice. But it certainly was HIS. He couldn't remember ever having sex like this. He vowed to talk to Skinner before they proceeded. He had to get him out of the apartment; obviously it was something there that was the controlling influence. Continue on to Chapter 2 send me some feedback Back to X-Home Back to Site Home Disclaimer: Chris Carter and company at Fox own them; I'm just borrowing them for fun, not profit |