| A Ghost of a Chance |
| After Mulder's hasty departure, Skinner sat there alone in his car, his mind reeling. Going up to the apartment was the last thing he wanted to do at the moment. After the past 24 hours, it probably reeked of sex. So he just sat there. After a while he calmed down enough to realize that he really was hungry now that his stomach wasn't tying itself into a knot anymore. But the idea of brunch had lost its appeal. He took a deep breath and came to a decision. Pulling the car out into traffic, he made his way toward a little strip shopping center a couple of blocks away. He'd noticed a little caf� there that looked interesting. It was a beautiful spring day, and the caf� had tables outside. Almost without thinking, he parked himself at one of them and waited for a waitress to notice him. A few minutes later, one did, taking his order for a cup of coffee and a bagel sandwich. He sat there thinking, barely noticing the food when it arrived. // I�m not gay. And I'm sure as hell not interested in Fox Mulder. So why the hell did I fuck him SEVEN TIMES last night? // And now he was feeling the effects of their activities. His ass was sore from the pounding. Even his cock felt sore from overuse. // Seven times in one night? Damn!// And the worst thing was that he couldn't pretend he hadn't enjoyed it. He remembered every moment vividly. Remembered how eagerly he had participated, how good it had felt. He had begged Mulder to fuck him! Not that it had taken much more than a suggestion, really � // I'm NOT gay! // The words echoed in his head like a mantra. But no sex he'd ever had with a woman had even come close to what he'd felt last night. His muscles ached from the unaccustomed usage. Oh, God, it had felt so good. Was it only because it had been so long since he'd really enjoyed being with a woman? Or was Mulder right for once? Could there really be a ghost, egging them on? Living its frustrated fantasies through them? //Get real, Walter. You can't blame this on one of Mulder's fantasies. // Oh, shit. Mulder. Was gay. Wanted him. Maybe it was just one of Mulder's fantasies, but not the usual ones. He wondered if the agent had fantasized about him before yesterday? The thought made him shudder despite the warmth of the day. The waitress came by and refilled his coffee. He looked up at her, finally noticing her appearance. Pretty redhead. Reminded him of Dana. // I wonder if she knows about Mulder? // He'd always gotten the impression she had it bad for her partner, and frankly he'd wondered if they were lovers. If they were, they hid it well. But then, maybe they weren't after all. They were close, that much was certain. He remembered reading somewhere that a lot of gay men had women as best friends. Maybe their relationship was like that. He suddenly remembered her departure yesterday afternoon. She had kissed his cheek. It had been so sweet, so unexpected. That had been before this madness with Mulder had begun. He latched onto that moment, clinging to it like a safety line. He remembered how his body had reacted. See, he wasn't gay. A beautiful woman had kissed him, and he had responded. Somehow Mulder had managed to take advantage of him after that, perverting that natural response. // If only she wasn't my direct report � // he sighed. Dana Scully was everything he liked in a woman. Beautiful. Intelligent. And a sweet, caring personality. She obviously cared about him at least a little. He flashed again on the moment of the kiss. Her sweet, shy smile afterward. He gazed into her blue eyes, caught in their depths. "Dana, I want you �" he whispered softly as he closed the distance between them. His hand caressed her cheek. "Oh, Walter, you don't know how I've longed to hear you say that!" Her voice was breathy with desire as she tilted her face up to him. He bent down to kiss her, claiming her mouth softly at first, then with growing passion. Their arms wrapped around each other, holding each other tight, as their tongues dueled. The kiss was exquisite, a merging of bodies and souls. When they finally separated for breath, he swept her into his arms and carried her back to his new bedroom. He placed her gently on the bed and laid beside her, pulling her back into his arms. His kisses covered her face, her neck. Gently he pulled the scarf away from her beautiful red hair, freeing it for his questing fingers. "God, you're beautiful." She blushed prettily in response, her hands coming to the buttons of her blouse. "Would you like to see more?" Without waiting for his response, she began releasing the buttons, slowly revealing the delights below. A black lacy bra framed her perfect, milky-white breasts. Large nipples were clearly visible through the lacy fabric. Walter's mouth watered with the desire to suckle at them. He reached down and gently cupped each breast in turn, bringing his lips and teeth to bear on the firm nipples through the fabric. Dana moaned with delight as he tugged at them. Her hands tugged at the fabric of his shirt, pulling it out from his jeans and sliding underneath. Reluctantly, he let go of her tits long enough to pull his own shirt off and let her slide entirely out of hers. While she was sitting up, he reached behind her to unclasp the bra, freeing the most beautiful, full breasts he had ever seen. He eased her back down so that he could suck them directly now, one hand kneading the one his mouth wasn't on. Her hands slid over his bare back, up his neck, over his bald head with the most erotic, light touch. She held him to her as he worshipped those perfect breasts. After a while, he moved back up to her mouth, kissing her lovingly. He crouched over her now; he knew she had to feel his arousal. Sure enough, her hands left his back, sliding around to caress the tight bulge in his jeans. "I want you, Walter," she gasped between kisses. "Make love to me �" There were no sweeter words in all the world. His hands trembled as he tugged at the button of her jeans, easing the zipper down. She lifted her hips, letting him pull them away. Her panties were sopping wet with her desire. He rubbed her through them, inhaling the musky scent. It was intoxicating. But the silky fabric was still in the way, so he pulled it away. Her bush was reddish-brown, neatly trimmed. His fingers slid between her parted legs, teasing at the orchid-like lips. Then they were inside her, hot and wet. His thumb found her clit while his thick fingers slid in and out. "Oh, yes! Oh, Walter, yes! That's it � Ohhhhh!" Her face was so beautiful as he finger-fucked her. She writhed under his touch, panting, until her back arched as she came. The sight turned him on beyond belief. As she lay smiling up at him, he slipped his fingers out and licked them clean. "That was good, but now I want YOU." Her hands found his belt and began tugging. He moved closer, letting her get a good grip, and soon his swollen cock was free of its tight confines, his jeans and underwear tangled around his thighs. Her eyes widened at the sight of his huge prick, and she smiled again, licking her lips lasciviously. He couldn't resist an invitation like that, so he crawled further up the bed so that she could reach him. First her soft hands, then that beautiful mouth, worshipped his dick. He groaned as her skilled tongue danced over him, sending shivers up his spine. But as delightful as it was, he wanted more. So after a while, he pulled himself away from her eager mouth. Kicking his pants off, he came to kneel between her outspread legs. "You ready, beautiful?" "Take me, Walter. I'm yours." He positioned himself over her, guiding his entry with one hand. And then it was in, and he was in heaven. She was so wet for him, he slid in easily. He leaned forward, holding himself over her tiny body by the strength in his arms, kissing her as he began moving inside her. Her legs wrapped around him as she urged him deeper and deeper. Her hands clawed at his back in her lustful frenzy. He could feel her pussy squeezing him as she came again, bucking against him. It sent him over the edge, into oblivion � "Excuse me, sir, did you want any more coffee?" For a moment he thought the red-haired waitress was Dana before reality set in. "Uh, no, thanks," he managed to sputter out. "Um, where are the bathrooms?" "Inside on the back wall." As she moved on to the next table, Walter pulled himself together. He'd been fantasizing about making love to Dana Scully. Dear lord, what was he DOING? // At least I know I�m not gay! // The aching bulge in his jeans proved that beyond a doubt. He tossed a bill on the table to cover his check and the tip and headed inside. Luckily, the bathroom was an actual lockable room. He locked it and proceeded to relieve himself as quickly as possible. He realized he'd not been far from creaming his jeans like a teenager. That fantasy had been powerful. Of course, it couldn't have happened that way. For one thing, she'd been wearing a t-shirt, not a buttoned blouse. And he was pretty sure she wouldn�t have been wearing a lacy black bra under the white t-shirt. He was pleased that Mulder had vanished utterly from the apartment in his fantasy. Still reluctant to head home, he got into his car and drove somewhat aimlessly. On auto-pilot, he found himself on the way into the office. He parked in the garage beneath FBI headquarters and took the elevator up to his office. He let himself in and settled back into his chair. // What the hell has gotten into me? // he wondered. For the past five years at least, he had almost forgotten about sex. He had worked too hard to hide from the fact that things with Sharon weren't what they used to be. Now that she was gone, he was free to find someone else. Was that what this was about? It was as if his libido, so long suppressed, was trying to make up for lost time. // But with MULDER? // He kept coming back to the inescapable fact that he and Mulder had fucked like bunnies all last night, and that he had thoroughly enjoyed it. It was like a bad taste he couldn't get out of his mouth. But was his fantasy with Scully any better? He was her boss, damn it. It was way out of line. But he wanted it, wanted it so bad. Craved it like you needed a mint after eating garlic and onions. Needed to get the taste of Mulder out of his mind. And she was so beautiful, and so gentle. // What the hell, you've already fucked one of them, why not the other? // The thought seemed to come out of nowhere. But it was true. He had already broken the rules with Mulder; his career was probably over anyhow. Why not with Scully? Before he knew it, his hand was flipping through his rolodex, looking for her home number. He had dialed 8 of the 10 digits before he managed to stop himself. // What the hell am I doing! // He asked himself yet again. She had given him one affectionate kiss on the cheek. What was he going to ask her � 'Hey, Scully, you wanna fuck? 'Cause I'm a lonely, horny old man and you're a beautiful young woman, so it's perfect, you know?' // Christ, Walter, you are pathetic! // There was a stack of paperwork in his in-box; he forced himself to go through some of it just to have something else to think about for a while. Eventually he looked up and realized it had gotten dark outside. He thought about going home. Why was he afraid? He didn't really believe in Mulder's ghost, did he? Of course not. Mulder wasn't there, so there was nothing to be afraid of. Right? Good. So, stop on the way home and pick up some groceries, unpack some of the kitchen stuff, and make yourself some dinner. Time to get settled into the new place. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ An hour later, he let himself into the apartment, and parked the groceries in the kitchen, taking a few moments to put stuff in the fridge. Hesitantly, he went back to the bedroom. Ugh. The place smelled like a brothel. He threw open the window and remembered that he needed to put up the curtains. He dug out the curtains and his second set of sheets and stripped the bed of the offensive ones. Thankfully there was already a curtain rod in place, all he had to do was hang them. With the curtains up and the bed properly made, it seemed a different place. // See? No Mulder, no wild sex impulses. // {Oh, Walter, no!} Julian felt his 'roommate's' barriers locking into place. He'd been so afraid all afternoon after they left. And when Walter returned alone, so late, he knew something had gone terribly wrong. He felt Walter's attraction to the red-haired woman, knew he'd been thinking of her today. But he knew Walter also wanted Mulder. A part of him remembered the difficulty he'd had when he realized he was gay. Walter was still fighting it. His eventual acceptance was inevitable, but it wouldn't be easy. Julian would have to help him along � The kitchen was small, but functional. Walter dug out a frying pan and set about stir-frying the veggies and chicken breast he'd picked up at the store in a teriyaki sauce. Rice simmered in a small saucepan on the other burner. Over the past couple of months, he'd found he actually enjoyed cooking. It helped him relax after a day at the FBI. He poured the stir-fry over the rice and grabbed a beer from the fridge before settling down at the kitchen table. As he sat down, his backside once again complained from the treatment it had received last night. The memory of their activities was all the opening Julian needed. {Ah, Walter, wasn't it marvelous? When have you ever felt such passion with a woman?} Of course, he couldn't hear Julian's words, but the emotions and desires washed over him. Squirming against the hard seat, Walter couldn't help but remember the delights of the previous night. It had been good, so unbelievably good. Mulder was such a passionate lover. And insatiable! Seven times in one day! Skinner chuckled, savoring the delights of this new relationship. He wished Mulder was here with him now, but tomorrow was a work day. It wouldn't do to be up all night fucking then fall asleep at work now, would it? He finished his dinner and cleaned up the plates and pans. It was late, he should head to bed. He locked the apartment door and shut out the lights, heading back to the bedroom. He stopped at the bathroom and grabbed one of the rolls of toilet paper he'd picked up at the store this afternoon, setting it on the nightstand. // Really should pick up a trash can for in here � // he mused as he turned down the covers. He tossed his clothes into the laundry hamper and crawled into bed, propping himself up on the pillows. Instead of turning the TV on to the usual evening news, he left it off as his hand wrapped around his already stiff prick. He closed his eyes and imagined Mulder here with him, that hungry mouth enveloping him. Oh, so good! His cock was getting a little sore from all the handling, so he reached for the bottle of lube which he'd thrown into the nightstand drawer earlier. // Ah, that's better! // he sighed. Now he could really draw it out, make it last. He brought himself right to the edge, breaking off just in the nick of time. Now he fantasized about Mulder taking him, hard, penetrating deeply. // Hmm � ought to pick up some toys for when I'm alone // This time he couldn't hold back. His cum sprayed all over his chest, and he collapsed back into the pillows. He reached over for the toilet paper, lazily cleaned himself up, then adjusted the pillows and fell fast asleep. Satisfied that he hadn't lost Walter to the woman, Julian smiled and watched him sleep. {Dream, Walter. Dream of him �} Continue on to Chapter 4 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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