| A Ghost of a Chance |
| // Another boring Friday night // Mulder mused as he absently hung up his suit coat. Scully's mom had called that afternoon with some sort of a crisis, taking his partner out of the mix for the evening's entertainment. He supposed if he was really bored he could go hang with the Gunmen, but somehow tonight he wasn't in the mood for their particular brand of paranoia. Instead, he changed into sweats and a t-shirt, wandered over to feed the fish, and contemplated what to do about dinner. An hour later, he munched absently on a cheesesteak, an old 'B' scifi flick on the TV. He really wasn't paying much attention to either the movie or his food. His thoughts were on Walter Skinner. Neither he nor Scully had heard from their boss since Wednesday evening. It was like the big guy had retreated into his shell, avoiding the issues altogether. It was looking less and less likely that he would choose either option available to him at the moment. Which might not be such a bad thing after all, at least for his agents. For himself, though � that was the real question. As he finished the sandwich, Mulder reached for the remote and shut the TV off; he'd seen this one at least a hundred times. Thinking about Skinner had gotten him interested in another activity altogether. He untied the drawstring of his sweats and let one hand slip inside, caressing his rapidly lengthening cock. He pretended it was Skinner's big hands doing the work and sighed happily. Long and slow, he'd ride the fantasy tonight. He was thoroughly enjoying himself when a knock at the door brought him back to reality. He was somewhat irritated; who the hell would be here, now? He got up, retied his sweats and went to answer the door, not caring that whoever was there couldn't help but notice his aroused state and lack of underwear. He looked out the peep hole and was stunned to see Skinner standing there, looking very uncomfortable. His cock twitched at the sight and began leaking. Pretty soon he'd have a wet spot. Hands shaking, he quickly unlocked the door and opened it partway, hiding behind it. "Sir? What are you doing here?" Skinner looked like he was having trouble deciding whether to come in or run screaming into the night. Finally something tipped the balance in favor of staying, and he pushed past the door. "I � we need to talk, Mulder," he said uncertainly. Mulder nodded, closing the door behind him. He hesitated before turning around; Skinner's presence pretty much guaranteed he wasn't going to quash his erection. Skinner noticed Mulder's reluctance, and when he finally turned around, he realized why. And felt his own cock jumping excitedly. // Guess I've got my answer. // Ever since Wednesday, he'd been going nuts, wondering if he could really do this without Julian's help. Finally, he dragged his eyes away from Mulder's tumescent state. With one eyebrow cocked he managed to ask, "Glad to see me, Mulder?" It was immensely rewarding to see the blush color his agent's face. "Um, sir, I � um, before you knocked I was � um �" Skinner couldn�t resist; and somehow, being in control like this was making the whole situation easier than he'd imagined it could be. "Fantasizing about me?" he finished the sentence for Mulder. He'd have thought Mulder's face couldn't get any redder, but it did. "Um, well, yes �" he finally admitted. Skinner couldn't believe how turned on he was getting. No, no denials now, no more doubts. This turned him on. Mulder turned him on. "Good!" he growled, quickly closing the distance between them and capturing Mulder's face between his hands. The kiss was savage, almost frantic, both sides responding with power and hunger, even though there was no ghostly encouragement. Hips ground together as both cocks craved contact. Mulder's arms wrapped around him, sliding down his back, cupping his backside, pulling him closer. They separated, gasping for breath. "Damn, Walter! Didn't see THAT coming!" Skinner grinned. "Neither did I. Now shut up and kiss me again!" He pulled Mulder close again, his hands tugging the t-shirt out from the sweats while his lips devoured Mulder's mouth. His hands slid up the slender torso, pushing the shirt upwards. He pulled away just long enough to practically rip the shirt up over Mulder's head and toss it aside. When they came together again, he untied the drawstring and slid one hand inside Mulder's sweats, while Mulder's nimble fingers made short work of the buttons of his starched white dress shirt. He had to let go as Mulder pulled the shirt off, reflecting that it had been a good idea to leave the tie and suitcoat in his car. Mulder's hands were working at his belt now, unzipping his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He kicked out of his shoes and stepped out of the pants puddled now around his ankles. He sucked on Mulder's lower lip while the agent slipped his long fingers inside Skinner's boxers, sending delightful shocks through his boss' body. "Suck it!" he commanded, and Mulder obediently fell to his knees, tugging the boxers away, and engulfing Skinner's oversized prick in his mouth. Skinner groaned deeply, his hands digging into Mulder's shoulders for support. God, yes, this felt so damned good. And there was something inherently right about the picture of Mulder, on his knees, worshiping Skinner's manhood. That talented mouth sucked and swirled, while one hand cupped his balls. Skinner spread his legs a little farther apart, both for stability, and to give Mulder better access. Not surprisingly, Mulder followed his invitation. One long finger slid back behind his balls, probing for his entrance. He moaned as it slid in, probing for his sweet spot. Between the finger thrusting in his ass and the mouth wrapped around his cock, he felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. He felt his balls tightening and just barely managed to cry out "Coming!" a moment before Mulder's mouth was flooded with his cream. Skinner's knees gave out, and he fell backwards onto the couch, gasping. Mulder picked himself up from the floor and flopped down next to him, one hand resting familiarly on his thigh. "You ok, Walter?" Mulder asked with a grin when the big man seemed to be breathing normally again. "Never better!" Skinner's answering grin said it all. He reached out and caressed Mulder's still rock-solid erection, eyeing it hungrily. "Do you have lube?" Mulder grinned. "Back in a minute �" Skinner got up and followed him into the purported 'bedroom' but could only just make out that there was a bed under all the junk piled on it. "Where do you sleep?" Mulder shrugged. "Usually on the couch." Lube in hand, he steered Skinner back out to the living room and pointed him to a low backed chair. "Kneel." Now it was Mulder's turn to command. Skinner complied, kneeling on the seat, his legs spread as far as possible, leaning over the low back. It left his ass hanging in the air at JUST the right height. He wondered if Mulder had bought the damned thing just because of that; it certainly didn't match the rest of the furniture. It gave him something to think about, because even though he'd done this before, with Julian's help, this scared him. Could he really do it? This was what he needed to know. Mulder noticed the subtle shift in Skinner's attitude. His earlier bravado was gone. Before even opening the lube, he ran his hands gently over Skinner's back and buttocks, soothing, relaxing. Damn, Skinner had such a nice ass. Tight, firm globes. He bent down and planted kisses all over it, and the insides of his thighs, and the heavy sac hanging between his legs. After a while, he felt some of the tension draining away. Only then did he reach for the lube. The first finger entered easily, as it had earlier, even more so with the slickness of the lube. Walter sighed appreciatively. He slipped a second one in, and could feel a little of the tension return. He waited a few moments before beginning to move, letting Walter get used to the feel. Skinner caught his breath as Mulder's second finger entered. For the first time, he was 'conscious' enough to analyze how this felt, and how he felt about it. Mulder had two fingers up his ass. In and of itself, the sensation was � interesting. Kind of a feeling of 'fullness.' He made himself relax, and finally Mulder started moving those fingers. Thrusting slowly, and rubbing against his prostate. THAT felt really good. He felt himself starting to get hard again. The movement changed again; Mulder was spreading his fingers, stretching his opening. It made him nervous, and he felt himself trying to clamp down around them. He took a deep breath, again making himself relax and focus on the pleasurable sensations. He suddenly realized that there was a strong element of trust in this. Physically, he had never been more vulnerable; on his knees, naked, opening his body to this invasion. Trusting that Mulder wouldn't hurt him. That was it � despite everything that had happened to them, or maybe because of it, he realized he trusted Mulder implicitly. As an agent, he was infuriating, exasperating, and generally annoying. But as a friend, there was no one more loyal, more trustworthy, than Mulder. Except maybe Scully. Was that why he was drawn so strongly to both of them? Then all thought vanished as Mulder's fingers withdrew. He knew what was coming next; heard the sounds of Mulder greasing up his cock, felt him moving into position. He felt two hands land on his ass cheeks, caressing gently. "You ready, Walter?" Skinner bit his lip and nodded. "Go for it." Hands pulled his cheeks apart, and he felt the head of Mulder's cock press against his opening. Then a brief flash of pain as it pushed in. He bit back the urge to cry out, focusing instead on breathing steadily. He was grateful that Mulder held still for the moment. But as the stinging subsided, he smiled. "Go," he commanded again, and once again Mulder complied. Mulder began moving slowly, in and out, pushing in a little farther with each stroke until finally he was sheathed entirely inside Skinner's tight channel. "Oh, god!" Skinner moaned as he realized Mulder was buried in him. That fullness he'd felt with two fingers was nothing compared to this. And then Mulder shifted position just a bit, changing the angle of his strokes so that he was hitting the prostate. "Oh, yes!" Walter cried out as jolts of pleasure echoed through his body. Mulder smiled. "God, you're good and tight, Walter. And so hot. So hot. Unhhh !" It was all he could do to hold back. He stopped thrusting and bent over Walter's back, kissing his neck and shoulders. He slipped one arm around Walter's waist, not at all surprised to find him hard again. He sucked hard on the back of Walter's neck, hard enough to leave a hickey, while his hand helped Walter catch up to him. Skinner moaned as Mulder wrapped himself entirely around Skinner's body. A hot mouth was latched onto the back of his neck like some human sucker-fish. Long fingers wrapped around his cock. And that hot, hard dick buried deep inside him. It was a feast for the senses. "God, Mulder!" That was the breaking point; Mulder couldn't hold back any longer. He let go of Walter's neck and stood up even as his hips started moving of their own volition. Faster and faster, like a piston in a powerful V-8 racing engine, he hammered into Skinner, their bodies making smacking, slapping sounds with each thrust. Mulder came with a cry, shooting his essence deep inside Skinner. The strange hot wetness send Skinner crashing with him, the muscles of his ass clamping down hard on Mulder's nearly strangled prick while his own wetness sprayed the back of the chair he leaned over. When he could see straight again, Mulder gently disengaged and stumbled over to the couch. Skinner eased back out of the chair, still breathing heavily, his legs shaky as he stretched them out to stand. He turned around to see Mulder sprawled on the couch, and the sight touched something deep inside him. Mulder was the kind who always needed looking-after. And much to his amazement, Walter Skinner was actively seeking the job. He stumbled into the bathroom and quickly cleaned himself up, then grabbed a washcloth, ran it under warm water, and returned to the living room. He wiped up the mess on the chair, then turned the washcloth inside-out and gently wiped Mulder clean. As he tossed the cloth aside, Mulder pulled him down onto the couch beside him, or rather almost on top of him. Skinner shifted so he could look into those remarkable hazel eyes. "Thanks," Mulder whispered with a soft smile. Skinner reached out and ran his fingers through the thick, unruly dark hair. He leaned down and kissed the pouty lips, still swollen from their first round. Finally, he settled his head against Mulder's too-thin chest as the younger man's arms wrapped around him and held him close. He could hear the heart pounding beneath the skin. Neither of them spoke for a while; it was as if the gentle touches said all that needed to be said. It was real, it had happened. Without Julian's interference. THEIR choice. Eventually, Mulder spoke. "Walter? What about Dana?" Skinner smiled, remembering Tuesday night. "What about her?" "I don't want her to get hurt." Skinner frowned. "Who's going to hurt her?" "I'm afraid we are �" "Oh. I'm not too worried about that. She said she wouldn't mind sharing me with you." Mulder suddenly realized he'd fallen into the same trap Skinner had at first � thinking there was a choice involved. Gay or straight. He'd thought Skinner would pick one of them, leaving the other bereft. He smiled; trust Scully to come up with the answer to keep them all happy. "She said that, huh? Was she gonna ask ME about sharing?" Skinner chuckled. "I don't think we get any say, Mulder. Besides, if I was only doing one of you, it would seriously destabilize our working relationship. But since I conveniently go both ways, we avoid that issue." "You've thought this through, haven't you?" Skinner shrugged. "For some reason, I haven't been able to concentrate on much else this week. Can't imagine why �" He sighed. "God, I hate moving �" Mulder frowned. "You're not moving again?" "How the hell am I ever going to have a normal life? I can't think about anything but sex when I'm home!" Mulder chuckled. "I'm trying to see the down side of that. Walter, we've got the ultimate aphrodisiac in our friend Julian. Think about it � you're pretty well spent right now, right?" Skinner nodded. "But if we head over to your place, we'll be at it all night. Not to mention you have a bed that's not buried under boxes of crap �" Skinner realized Mulder had a point. But the agent was still talking. "Besides, I bet things will calm down at least a bit. If we're right about Julian, it's been two years since he had a 'cooperative' roommate. No wonder he's horny! After a while, we'll take the edge off this insatiable hunger of his." Skinner turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised. "Not too much, I hope!" Mulder grinned at him. "So what are we doin' sitting here? Let's go show our buddy a good time!" Continue on to Chapter 8 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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