| A Ghost of a Chance |
| Skinner glanced at his watch: 7PM. With a sigh, he put aside the folder in front of him. It had been a relatively good day. Waking up this morning in Dana Scully's bed hadn't been a bad way to start. Of course, nothing happened; they both had to get ready for work. He had just dressed and left, stopping to pick up his dry cleaning on the way. He ducked into the gym in the basement of the Bureau building for a quick shower and shave, glad he'd started keeping a shaving kit and change of underwear in his locker there. He'd managed to not think about his personal life through most of the day, being quite busy with the usual meetings and administrivia that dominated his life these days. But the work day was over. Even most of the workaholics had left by now. He couldn't put it off much longer. Going home. Back to his haunted apartment. And his horny gay ghost of a 'roommate,' Julian. Dana had given him the name of the former tenant they suspected of being the trapped soul. As he reached for his suit coat, he heard a noise in the outer office. Concerned, he came around his desk to see who was here at this late hour. Fox Mulder appeared in the doorway to his inner sanctum. The agent looked about as nervous as Skinner had ever seen him. Before he could say anything, Mulder jumped in. "I think we need to talk, sir." Skinner stood there, stunned into silence. His body was responding to Mulder's presence as he remembered their passion from the past weekend, and his ghost-driven fantasies since then. It was as if his body had learned to want Mulder without his mind's permission. His pulse was racing and he felt his erection growing. Finally, he managed to nod, and Mulder moved into the office, shutting the door behind him. "Sir, I really am sorry I didn't say anything last Saturday night. I wanted to, I swear." Skinner leaned back against his desk for support. He realized Mulder had to see the bulge in his pants, but there was nowhere to hide now. He swallowed, trying to lubricate his suddenly dry mouth. "I know, Mulder. I understand now. The ghost � Julian." Mulder nodded. "He didn't want me to tell you, so he distracted me." Skinner nodded. "Just like he made me yell at Dana � er, Agent Scully." Mulder smiled softly. "Yes. Like that." His eyes had taken in the tent in Skinner's slacks, and a spark of hope kindled in his heart. // Julian isn't affecting him here! // He felt his body generating its own response, and moved closer to the object of his desires. "Sir, I came here tonight wanting to clear the air between us, and put this behind us. But what I'm seeing here makes me think that's not what you want after all?" His penetrating hazel eyes locked with Skinner's dark ones. After what felt like an eternity, Skinner broke away from that gaze, moving suddenly as if he were trying to jump out of his own skin. He spun around to face the window, anything but look into those eyes again. "I don't know what I want, Mulder," he finally managed to croak out. Compassion for Skinner overwhelmed Mulder. He came forward and gently placed a hand on the other man's shoulder. "I think you do, Walter. You want me. You just don't want to want me." Skinner nodded. Still without turning, he spoke. "Scully says I'm bisexual." Mulder smiled. "I'd say that's a pretty good diagnosis. And last I heard, it's not terminal. In fact, the way I hear it, it's the best of both worlds." He let his hand slide around Skinner's shoulders, not quite an embrace. "Until you walked in here, I could convince myself that it was just the ghost. But it's not." Mulder squeezed gently. "No, it doesn't look that way." Skinner shuddered. Mulder's arm around him was doing things to him. He was already achingly hard. "Mulder, I � I'm not ready." "That's ok, sir. I don't want to push you. Like I said, I didn't expect anything to ever happen again. Especially after last night. But if you decide you want to explore this side of yourself, I'm here." // Of course Scully told him // Instead of getting mad, he found he simply accepted it as the natural order of things. "Thank you," was all he said. Mulder just nodded and let his arm drop away from the other man. Quietly, he slipped out of the office, leaving Skinner alone with his thoughts. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As he drove home, Mulder's mind kept replaying those few minutes in Skinner's office. He'd gone there just hoping to get things back on an even keel. Scully had told him that Skinner had admitted to liking what they had done last weekend, but he hadn't dared hope he might consider doing it again. Especially after he'd made love to Scully. But apparently just seeing Mulder was enough to get the big guy turned on. Scully had also told him the ghost had been giving him dreams and fantasies about Mulder all week. Had his body simply 'learned' to respond from the ghost-driven repitition? Or was there something personal about it; could Skinner actually FEEL something for Mulder? Mulder had certainly felt something in that office tonight. He understood completely now what Scully had said about seeing the usually hyper-confident Skinner looking so uncertain. He wanted to be the one Skinner turned to for comfort, as well as sex. And for just a moment there, it had almost happened. // One thing at a time � // Ever since he'd left Skinner's apartment Sunday afternoon, Mulder had been fighting the desire to relive their passion in a fantasy. Why torment himself with something he'd never have again? But from what he'd just seen, he had a feeling he would have it again. Touching him tonight had been powerfully arousing. By the time he'd left the office, Mulder was as hard as he'd ever been. He let himself remember the feel of that broad back under his arm. Let himself start to remember even more intimate touches from the weekend. God, yes, when he got home he was going to indulge himself, jerking off to the memories of fucking that glorious body � He practically ran down the hall from the elevator to his apartment door. Once inside, he threw his suit jacket over the back of a chair and ripped the necktie away from his throat. He couldn't get undressed fast enough. Finally naked, he flopped down on the couch. His dick was huge, throbbing, aching. He moaned loudly as he touched it, wrapping his fingers firmly around it. In his mind, it was Skinner's hand milking him, giving him such exquisite pleasure. Walter's lips kissing him, taking his breath away. Walter's huge dick filling his ass, nearly ripping him apart, satisfying him as nothing else ever had. Before he knew it, his chest and belly were covered with his own cum and he was blinking as the familiar surroundings of his apartment came back into focus. // Shit, that was good! // But even as he came down from the physical high of his orgasm, a part of him felt guilty. Scully. Why couldn't he give this to her? He loved her so much, felt so deeply connected to her. But his body just wouldn't cooperate. He suddenly wondered why this time made him feel guilty. He knew she wanted this, but accepted that is wasn't in the cards. He hadn't had even a casual encounter since they'd discussed their feelings for each other. But he had jerked off before to one fantasy or another and they hadn't made him feel guilty. So why now? // Because I'm falling in love with Walter, too? // The thought came out of nowhere. And as soon as he thought it, he knew it was true. Not because of the ghost-assisted fuckfest last weekend, but because he genuinely cared for the man. Walter Skinner had been their most loyal supporter through some very rough times. He'd stood by them when it seemed crazy to do so. And they had supported him in return through HIS crisis. They said it was the hard times that brought people together. They'd certainly had more than their share over the past couple of years. And when you added the magnificence of his powerful body to the beauty of his soul, it was a combination that Mulder just couldn't resist. And then, to see him so lonely and uncertain as he'd been in the office this evening, it was too much. // I am falling in love with him. // The certainty washed over him. // Can I love both of them? // That was the big question. Lord knew, he didn't want to hurt Scully. He'd give anything to have been able to give her what she wanted. But then, he wondered what SHE was feeling toward their boss. Her eyes had glowed this morning when she told him about the previous night. And while sometimes she could put up a fa�ade of a heartless bitch, he knew better. She CARED. More than most people did. He just couldn't imagine her sleeping with Skinner last night without feeling something. He wondered which direction Skinner was going to choose � gay or straight? It seemed kind of unfair to Mulder that HE got a choice when Mulder didn't. But that's the way the cards had been dealt. A lifetime of self-identity as a straight man versus the nudging of a very horny gay ghost. And it looked like whichever choice he made, one of them was going to get hurt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As Walter walked through the apartment door, Julian immediately sensed his tumultuous thoughts of Mulder and his lingering arousal. It was a relief; when he hadn't returned last night, the ghost had been sure he'd been with the red-haired woman. But she was nowhere in his thoughts right now. He wrapped himself around Walter, fanning the flames of his desire. Skinner was vaguely aware of Julian's presence, felt it joining with him, igniting his need. By the time he hung his suit up in the closet, he was fully hard again. He threw himself down onto the bed, naked, remembering the feel of Mulder's body next to his. // So good! // he sighed, losing himself in the fantasy. But within his arousal, Julian could feel his uncertainty. He remembered his own crisis of understanding, and felt sympathy for his new friend. The sex was good, but could he LOVE another man? Julian nudged his fantasy. Mulder lay beside him on the bed, his hands lovingly caressing Walter's body as they kissed. Deep, slow, passionate kisses. Again and again. Then moving, lips tracing the line of his jaw, up to his earlobe, back down his neck. Across his collarbone, down to first one nipple, then the other, lavishing attention on those sensitive nubs. Then further, pausing to lick almost reverently at the scars from when he'd been shot, protecting them. Tongue dipping playfully into his navel, before finally tracing the line of dark hairs that led to the ultimate prize below. One long lick was all his aching cock got just then, before tongue and lips moved even further down to tease at the insides of his thighs, tracing the sensitive line at the bend of his hips. And then finally, engulfing him in exquisite warmth. His hands tangled in Mulder's hair as his lover's head bobbed over him, tongue swirling around him. The pleasure grew and grew until finally he just couldn't contain it any longer. When he was done, Mulder gently licked him clean like a mother cat with her kitten before coming to lay beside him. They clung together in the afterglow, whispering endearments, making promises. Julian watched happily as Walter drifted off into a peaceful sleep. 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