| A Ghost of a Chance |
| Walter Skinner sat on his couch in his new apartment, one hand lazily stroking his cock. He knew Mulder would be back soon, with the supplies they needed to really get it on. The very idea of it had gotten him hard again even as Mulder was leaving. He had never wanted anything so much in his life. He imagined what it would be like, but the image in his mind almost had the detail of a memory. This vaguely registered as strange, but it didn't seem to matter. Finally, there was a knock at the door. "Come on in, Mulder," he called out. Mulder had intended to wait outside, to make Skinner answer the door, and pull him out into the hall. {Oh no you don't!} Julian gave him another nudge, 'turning up the heat' as it were. Even as Mulder reached up to knock, he felt an intense rush of desire. Walter was in there, waiting for him, and he wanted it badly. He opened the door and saw Walter reclining on the couch, his robe open, lazily stroking himself. He grinned at the sight as his own cock hurried back to life. "Damn, you are HOT, Walter!" Skinner laughed, obviously posing for him. Mulder finally remembered to close the door behind him and moved into the room. He parked his package on the coffee table then hurriedly threw off his clothes. His cock jutted out from his body, leading the way to where Walter sat. Now it was Skinner's turn to suck him as he stood there. The boss-man's big hands wrapped around him, kneading his buns as his mouth finished the job of getting Mulder ready for action. When Mulder was rock hard, Skinner let go and looked up at him. "Fuck me, Mulder. I want it. Now." Had he had a physical body, Julian would have shuddered with pleasure. "Whatever you say, SIR!" Mulder chuckled as he pulled away, dragging Skinner to his feet. He grabbed the bottle of lube and led the way back to the bedroom. Skinner let the robe fall from his shoulders as he 'assumed the position,' legs spread as he bent over the bed. Mulder ran his hands over the tight globes, kneading them, pulling them apart. Skinner groaned as one finger brushed over his entry. Mulder grinned and spread some lube over his fingers. He figured the big guy could handle two to start with, so he pressed them in. Julian wrapped his aura around his 'roommate', feeling with him. His lust damped out Walter's fear, intensifying his pleasure. { I've waited so long � } "Oh!" Walter cried out at the intrusion, partly from the pain, but mostly just surprise. Mulder grinned as he quickly worked them in as deep as he could go. His thrusting movement slid over the prostate, making Skinner jump. Mulder laughed as he repeated the movement, making the man below him squirm. The tight, hot channel was opening up easily, so he slid in a third finger. Walter groaned. He couldn't wait any longer. Pulling his fingers out, he wiped them on a Kleenex. He reached for the lube and applied a generous coat to his cock, then maneuvered into position. "You ready, Walter?" "God, yes! Do it already!" He couldn't ask for a better invitation. Grasping Skinner's buns, pulling them apart, he pushed into the tight opening. {YES!!!! } "Yes!" Skinner cried out with pleasure. Mulder buried himself in one long thrust. He was in heaven; he had fantasized about this so many times, he couldn't believe it was real. Walter was everything he'd dreamed of, tight and hot. He began thrusting, slow, then fast, then slow again. Walter never knew what to expect. Julian reveled in the intensity of the experience. They were both wrapped in his aura now, their lust feeding his and feeding from it. Their bodies slapped together loudly with the intensity of their lust. Both were covered with sweat, amazed at how long it was lasting, and how unbelievably good it felt. Their minds were a fog of passion and pleasure that seemed to just keep escalating beyond all belief. Finally it just couldn't be sustained any longer. As he felt his climax nearing, Mulder reached around to grasp Walter's cock, pulling on it in time with his thrusts. It sent Skinner over the edge, and the contractions clamping down on him took Mulder with him. { Oh, yes! } Their intense climax left Julian feeling fully sated for the first time in years. His essense dissipated, spent. They fell to the bed, exhausted, not caring that the sheet was wet with Skinner's cum. It wasn't long before sleep claimed them both. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Julian's consciousness slowly re-formed. He hovered over the bed, watching them sleep, a deep fondness for this pair emanating from his aura. They looked so peaceful sleeping together, arms and legs tangled, their maleness fully displayed. {Just delightful!} he sighed, reaching out to caress Walter's face with a shadowy, not-real hand. {Dream, my love � } Walter woke up in the middle of the night having a marvelous dream. Mulder was with him, sucking his hard cock. It took him a few moments to realize that he wasn't dreaming. He was hard as a rock, and Mulder was indeed sucking him off. "Oh, MAN!" he sighed. Mulder looked up as he realized that the object of his desires was now awake. "Bout time you woke up!" Skinner chuckled. "Thought I was dreaming." Mulder grinned at him. "You were. Your moaning woke ME up. Just thought I'd finish you off." "Well, don't let me stop you!" Mulder shook his head. "Nah, I've got a better idea. My turn to catch." {Oh, wonderful! I didn't even have to suggest it!} Now that he had gotten them started, it seemed they were more than happy to play his game. He could just sit back and enjoy now, just providing the extra 'stamina' they needed � "Now you're talking!" Skinner grinned broadly. They quickly traded positions, with Mulder on his back, his legs pulled up. Skinner located the bottle of lube where it had been abandoned to the floor earlier, and greased up his fingers. The first slid easily inside, probing deeply. A second followed almost immediately. Mulder groaned happily as the questing fingers found his sweet spot. A third, then Skinner surprised him by leaning forward to take his dick into his mouth, while fucking him with those big, beefy fingers. "Christ, Walter! Oh, GOD!" Skinner kept this up for a good long while, knowing that he had been far too close to his own orgasm to have lasted if he'd gone in himself. Mulder writhed on the bed beneath him. Finally, he let go and removed his fingers. Sensing the main event was coming, Julian once again merged with them, guiding Walter through the unfamiliar territory. Mulder was panting heavily as Skinner wiped off his hand and lubed up his cock. Hazel eyes got very wide as he watch Walter move into position, lifting his legs up onto his shoulders like a pro. He felt the huge head pressing against his opening, then a burst of pain as it pressed in. The pain quickly got lost in the pleasure of having that huge dickhead inside him. He felt so full, and it wasn't even in deep yet! "Come on, Walter. I can take it! All of it!" Skinner didn't need to be told twice. He pressed in, one long shove, burying himself to the hilt. "Oh, YES!" Mulder almost screamed it. Skinner began thrusting. The tight, hot channel felt much better than any pussy he'd ever fucked. And seeing Mulder's cock sticking up between his legs, bouncing around as he slammed in with each thrust, was an unbelievable turn-on. His hands clamped onto Mulder's thighs, holding him in position as their bodies smacked together with the energy of their passion. There would probably be bruises tomorrow, but neither of them cared. Once again, the passion grew beyond normal bounds, taking them to nearly impossible heights, seeming to go on forever, until at last Mulder couldn't stand it any longer and reached down to stroke his cock. The combined sensations sent him over the edge. Skinner watched, entranced, as Mulder's cum sprayed far up his chest, each contraction sending another pulse of fluid. Then his own spasms overwhelmed his senses. He didn't really remember puling out or moving to lie beside Mulder. But suddenly he was there, and it was so comfortable he fell back to sleep in minutes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There was a bright light irritating him as Skinner slowly woke up. Eventually he realized that he hadn't gotten around to putting up curtains in his bedroom. Then he realized that somebody was in the bed with him. Mulder. // Oh, yeah �! // Somehow it didn't surprise him in the least that he had a morning erection. Nothing else would have been appropriate. Remembering the way Mulder woke him up in the middle of the night, he decided that turn-about was fair play. He gently pushed Mulder over onto his back, smiling to see that his bedmate was in the same state of arousal he was. He began stroking the long, thin cock, watching it twitch under his touch. Mulder moaned softly, but didn't wake. "Come on, Mulder, you know you want it." He kept his voice quiet, pitched low and sensual, while his hands worked their magic. He found himself entranced watching Mulder's face as it reflected the pleasure he was giving. {Julian watched them fondly. This was beyond his wildest dreams. And while his lust was again prodding them, he was sated enough from the past night to allow his affection to dominate.} Eventually, Mulder woke to the realization that this time HE was the one 'not dreaming.' He smiled up at Skinner, pulling him down into a kiss. Skinner straddled him, crouching over him, making sure not to put too much of his weight on the smaller man's body. They kissed hungrily, hands roaming over as much skin as possible, cocks nestled together. Mulder's arms wrapped around, his hands kneading the perfect globes of Skinner's ass, pulling them closer. Soon they were moving together, finding a perfect rhythm while never breaking the kiss. Both bodies were covered in sweat, which only served as a perfect lubricant until at last they crashed together, trembling, over the edge. Skinner rolled off, falling to his back beside Mulder, who rolled over to snuggle into the broad shoulder. Both their bodies were covered with the sticky remnants of their pleasure. They lay there for a while, panting, resting. Mulder's hand traced a random pattern in the sticky goo on Skinner's chest. It hadn't had the crashing power of their last two encounters, but that was ok. There was a tenderness here now, a bonding between them. Contentment washed over them. {But of course Julian's lust was still there, always wanting more.} An evil grin slowly stole across Mulder's face. "Hey Walter. You need a shower." Skinner eyed him suspiciously. "That makes two of us." He suddenly got it. "Oh!" Mulder hauled himself up and out of bed, reaching out to pull Skinner up too. They went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Skinner grinned. "One of the reasons I liked this place � stall shower instead of a tub." Mulder grinned back at him. "Bet you didn't have THIS in mind at the time!" "Well, no, not exactly. Still a good thing, though!" Julian followed them, delighted by Mulder's playfulness. {This should be fun!} When the water got up to temperature, they stepped inside, letting the warm wetness rush over them. Luckily, Walter had unpacked in here yesterday, so there was a bar of soap in the soap dish. Mulder reached for it and got his hands nice and soapy before wrapping them around Skinner from behind. He started with the broad chest, working the soapy lather into the dark curls there. He let his hands dally over Walter's nipples, tweaking them and pulling on them, taking his time before moving further south. All the while, he kissed and sucked on Walter's neck, jaw, and ear. By the time his hands worked their way to the groin, there was a very large erection in the way. Mulder made sure his hands were good and soapy as he lathered it up, using the soap as lubricant. Walter moaned at the touch, feeling Mulder's slippery hands on his cock, and an equally stiff cock poking into his backside. {Oh, you really DO want it, don't you, Walter?} Julian's satisfaction at Skinner's response kicked things up another notch. "You just teasing me with that thing or are you gonna use it?" Walter pressed back against him to make sure he knew what 'thing' he was talking about. Mulder chuckled and let go, turning Walter around to face him. "You gotta soap me up first!" Skinner eagerly fell to the task at hand, getting Mulder's prick nice and slippery while kissing him quite thoroughly. When he pulled away, Mulder turned him around again to face the back wall of the shower. He spread his legs, leaning his upper body against the wall as Mulder's hands slid down his back, over his ass. More soap was added as Mulder pulled his cheeks apart and worked a finger in. His other hand slid further down, soaping the heavy ball sac from behind. Once everything was nice and slick, Mulder moved into position and slid in. He could feel the muscles clamping down on him as Walter's body adjusted to the intrusion. Eager for more, Walter pushed back against him, taking him as far as he could go. Again he began thrusting, harder and harder, their balls slapping together loudly with each thrust. Soapy hands found Walter's cock and added that stimulus. Again, the feedback loop escalated their passion beyond normal bounds. Walter felt like he was going to explode any moment, but still they went on and on until finally his cum sprayed over the shower wall, and Mulder's shot deep into him. They sagged against the wall until they had the strength to stand again. Being closer to the shower, Mulder rinsed himself off first, while Skinner watched admiringly. His eyes narrowed as he looked for something. "Hey? Where's the shampoo?" Skinner just looked at him. "What the hell would I need shampoo for, Mulder?" Mulder blinked. "Oh. Uh �" Skinner laughed. "Never mind. Just get out of my way, this soap is drying already!" Mulder moved aside, letting Skinner move under the spray. His turn to admire the body before him. //Stop that, or we'll never get out of here! // he chided himself. As soon as the soap was washed away, he reached past Skinner to shut off the water. They opened the door and stumbled out, both reaching for the one towel on the rack. Skinner got it and grinned. "My bathroom, my towel." Mulder pouted. "So what am I supposed to use?" Skinner quickly toweled himself down and handed the now damp towel to Mulder. "Make due." Mulder grumbled, but took the towel and dried himself as best he could, then followed Skinner back out to the bedroom. Julian watched their banter with affection, his own lust at least tamed for the moment. For the moment at least, both libidos seemed satisfied, enough for them to realize that their stomachs weren't. "You want some breakfast?" Skinner asked, digging in a suitcase for clean underwear. Mulder didn't have to answer, as his stomach picked that moment to growl noisily, answering for him. Skinner laughed. "I'll take that as a yes. I think there's an IHOP not far from here." Julian began to panic; what if Mulder's doubts returned? He reached out to try to stop them. Heading out to the living room, which was where his clothing had been abandoned, Mulder had a nagging feeling that they shouldn't leave the apartment. But his rumbling stomach won the argument. He climbed into his jeans and was pulling on his shirt when Skinner came back into the living room. "You ready?" "Yeah." {NO! Walter, don't go!} His own lust momentarily sated, Julian couldn't even get a flicker of a response from them. He watched with despair as the two men left the apartment. As they jogged down the stairs to the street where both their cars were parked, Skinner felt an odd sensation. It almost felt like he was just waking up. He unlocked his car and got in, shaking his head as if to clear it. He watched Mulder buckle his seat belt, and automatically started the car, pulling away from the curb. Mulder felt the strange feeling again, this time recognizing it immediately. By the time he was seated in the car, he knew the shit was about to hit the fan. He should have said something. Why didn't he? What was controlling them? Skinner drove in silence the 15 minutes or so it took to get to the restaurant. He was confused. What the hell had been happening? Had he really had sex with Mulder? Not just once, but � he paused to count. Holy shit, SEVEN times in the past 16 hours? How was that even possible? He suddenly realized his ass was sore from the pounding Mulder had given him. Evidence that he hadn't imagined it all. He pulled into a parking space at the restaurant. As Mulder freed his seat belt and reached for the door handle, his right arm shot out and pinned Mulder to the seat. He unbuckled his own seat belt and turned to face the other man. "What the HELL is going on here, Mulder!" It was his 'command' voice, leaving no room for weaseling. He looked into the hazel eyes and saw fear. "I'm � I'm not really sure, sir," came the hesitant reply. "But I think your new apartment is haunted." Skinner rolled his eyes. Of course, with Mulder, everything was an X-file. // Seven times in one night? Tell me that's not supernatural � // Not to mention that he'd NEVER consciously choose a male partner. Mulder continued, following his own train of thought. "Look, what other explanation is there? It's not humanly possible to come that many times in one night! And you said you don't usually go for men. What else could have made you do this � and like it? It's got to be focused on the apartment; we go back to normal once we get outside �" Outside. Mulder went outside last night to get the lube. "Mulder? You knew this when you went out last night, didn't you?" There was a heavy undercurrent of anger in that voice. "You came back because you want this, don't you?" Mulder swallowed nervously. "Look, I intended to talk to you before we did anything. I swear, I did. But even before I knocked on the door, it had me again. And when I saw you sitting there, posing � " his voice trailed off helplessly. "You liked it. You, not just the ghost." Skinner's voice was deadly quiet. All Mulder could do was nod. "Shit. You're gay." Another nod. "And you're attracted to me." Hesitation, then another nod. Without saying another word, Skinner re-did his seat belt and started the car. He drove in silence back to the apartment, stopping behind Mulder's car. "Get out." Mulder got, quickly. His hands were shaking as he grasped the steering wheel of his car and drove home. Continue on to Chapter 3 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 |
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