| A Ghost of a Chance |
| Mulder woke up Saturday morning feeling warm, lazy, contented, and gawdawful horny. // Oh, yeah! // he thought as he remembered where he was. Walter Skinner was sprawled beside him, the sheet covering them showing two parallel tent poles. He smiled as he remembered the past 12 hours � It had been 9PM Friday night when they'd climbed the stairs to Skinner's new apartment. Knowing what was coming had Mulder hard again, despite the fact that they'd just done it at his place. Even so, he hadn't been prepared for what had hit him � Julian was starting to wonder if Walter was coming home tonight when he sensed his roommate coming through the door. And joy of joys � Mulder was with him. Even better, Julian could tell both men already had sex on their minds. Their lust was like a spark in a powder keg. Julian fed on it and fed it back to them. Within minutes of entering the apartment, Mulder felt it; now that he knew what he was looking for, he could spot the moment Julian 'touched' them. He thought he'd been horny before, but it was nothing compared to the NEED he suddenly felt now. "Walter �" His voice came out in a low growl, and one look at Skinner's face told him his lover was in the same state. Clothes were torn off, and within minutes Mulder was bent over the breakfast bar in the kitchen, Skinner's huge cock working its way into his ass. Even after they both came, hard, neither one felt anywhere close to sated. Just a few minutes of kissing and nipple play had them at it again, this time with Skinner on the sofa, his hips lifted up onto the arm as Mulder pounded into him. In fact, they each came two more times before they finally fell asleep, exhausted. And of course there had been the middle-of-the-night dreams which they finished off in a sixty-nine session. And now it was morning, and they were obviously ready for even more. Mulder chuckled and whispered, "Damn, Julian, you sure know how to throw a party!" Julian was shocked to hear his name. {How does he know about me?} Was it a mistake? Did Mulder have another lover named Julian? But no, it was clear in Mulder's mind that he was referring to their ghostly host. Julian looked closer, now curious about this man who accepted the idea of a ghost so easily. A mind pre-disposed to believe the unbelievable! How intriguing. He reached out to Mulder the only way he knew how � sexually. Mulder had felt his passion waning there for a moment as Julian had been preoccupied, but now it came back in a powerful rush. He moaned loudly, waking Walter up. Skinner blinked several times trying to identify the source of the sound that had wakened him. Finally he turned over onto his side and smiled at Mulder, one hand reaching almost instinctively for his cock, wringing another great moan from his bedmate. As horny as he was, right now he just wanted to bring pleasure to his partner. He lingered a long while on Mulder's nipples, nibbling and pulling, then blowing cool air over them before warming them again with his mouth. He loved the way Mulder whimpered at each cool breath. Eventually he worked his way down to Mulder's weeping cock, first wrapping it in his big hands, then licking it while his hands moved lower. Eventually, three huge fingers were buried in Mulder's ass while he sucked his cock. Mulder moaned and squirmed, but every time he was about to come, Walter backed off. Neither was aware of it at the time, but they kept this up for an hour before Walter couldn't back off in time and Mulder came, hard, crashing. "Oh, SHIT!" Mulder screamed as he came, feeling like his whole body was exploding. He could feel Skinner's hand withdrawing from him, then a few moments later the strong arms were wrapped around him, holding him close as he recovered. Julian watched them, deliriously happy that they had come back. Walter had eagerly followed his urges to pay such extravagant attention to Mulder. That last orgasm had left him almost sated. Almost. But poor Walter was still waiting. He fed some of the energy back into Mulder. Skinner grinned down at the limp, exhausted form of Mulder, sprawled over his bed. That last one had been powerful; he'd felt the 'feedback' from it through Julian. Which made him even hornier than ever. Unfortunately, it looked like it might be a while before Mulder was even able to move again. He reached out and tenderly brushed back some of the unruly dark hair. This felt so good, so right. He realized that like the lust, the feelings were his own; amplified, perhaps, but still his. Mulder smiled up at him and caught his hand, bringing it to his lips. He was surprised to find himself starting to revive already. His eyes wandered down to Skinner's prick, swollen and purple. Involuntarily, he licked his lips. Skinner laughed. "Hungry, Mulder?" "Starving. Think I want some sausage for breakfast." His hand snaked out and brushed against the monster, making Skinner gasp. Mulder sat up slightly and grinned evilly at him. "How about breakfast in bed?" He stuffed both pillows behind his back as Skinner moved into position over him, straddling his legs, balancing on the headboard so that his cock was in just the right spot for Mulder to suck it. Mulder's hands wrapped around the tight globes of his ass, holding him still as he worked his tongue over the taut flesh. Skinner was gasping in no time, and trying to pick up the pace, his hips thrusting toward Mulder's mouth. But Mulder was stronger than he looked; his grip held Skinner tightly in place so HE could control the speed. Just as Walter had done, he teased his lover, bringing him to the edge, then backing off, again and again. By the time he let the poor man come, Skinner was begging for release. One corner of Mulder's mind was evaluating the possibilities of some interesting games to add variety to these amazing weekends. Then he wasn't thinking about anything as his mouth was overflowing with hot, sticky liquid. Spent now, Skinner let go of the headboard and practically slithered down to the bed. Mulder chuckled and pulled him close, kind of surprised that for once sucking Walter's cock hadn't gotten him hard again. But then, considering the past 12 hours, he figured Julian had had enough � for now at least. Julian still watched them, now content. But still curious. If they knew about him, could he communicate with them? He could color dreams � They laid there, half dozing, not quite asleep but not awake either. A strange fantasy played itself out in Skinner's mind. A man, about his age but with more hair. An argument with a woman, then suddenly the man in bed, in this room, with another man. The sex was incredible. A feeling of total freedom, of finally being himself. And then, tragedy. One moment he'd been close to orgasm, the next a tight, constricting feeling in his chest, then darkness. Skinner sat up suddenly, shouting "NO!" Mulder blinked awake suddenly. "What? What?!" A vague, somewhat disturbing dream hovered just beyond his awareness. He saw Skinner sitting up, shaking violently. Sitting up himself, he pulled Skinner into his arms. "Easy, Walter, easy. What's wrong?" Skinner felt himself relaxing into the comfort of Mulder's arms. His heart rate and breathing finally slowed to the point where he could talk. "It was the weirdest dream, Mulder. It wasn't me, but a guy about my age. Having sex in this very room. Died of a heart attack." Mulder pulled away, scrutinizing Skinner's face. "Having sex � with a man?" Skinner nodded. "Walter, that's how Julian died. In this very room. I think he's trying to communicate with you!" "Oh, come on, Mulder �" the skeptical boss was back. "No, Walter, think about it. Scully told me you said the ghost made you dream about me all week. Why couldn't he make you dream about him?" Skinner looked sheepish. "Well, when you put it that way �" Julian hovered over the bed, stunned that Mulder picked up on it so easily. He knew Mulder had seen the dream too, but it hadn't been strong enough for him to remember consciously. But apparently he knew the story already. Mulder bit his lip, then decided that he didn't care if he looked foolish. "Julian? I know you're here. Can you do something, touch us, anything to let us know you hear us?" Nobody had talked to him in almost 25 years. Julian was beside himself with joy. He reached out and enveloped them in his aura. Skinner sat there, his heart finally calm, when suddenly he felt a nearly euphoric rush of joy. Looking into Mulder's eyes, he saw his partner was experiencing it too. Joy, love, and lust flooded both of them, and in moments they were wrapped around each other, kissing passionately, bodies churning together. The need was so powerful, neither one cared about prolonging the pleasure; this one was for pure release. Mulder lay on top of Skinner, their cocks nestled together, hips grinding, until at last they exploded. Mulder rolled off, chuckling at the uncouth sound of their sticky bodies becoming unstuck. Skinner grinned at him. "I think you got your answer." "You think?" Just then, his stomach growled. "Hey, Julian. Do you think we could have a little time to clean up and get some breakfast here?" It was a reasonable request. Wanting to please his new friends, Julian backed away, releasing them from his influence. "Did you feel that?" Mulder was sure he'd felt when Julian moved away from them. "I think so." Skinner eyed the sticky goo covering his chest. "I need a shower." Mulder laughed. "Me too. Hey, did you get any extra towels? And I think I'm gonna need to keep some shampoo here." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Breakfast had become a huge brunch � eggs, bacon, hash browns, half a loaf of bread had become toast. Both ate hungrily; they'd been expending a lot of energy. Afterwards they loaded the dishwasher, scrubbed a couple of pots and pans, then flopped down on the couch, too stuffed to move. "So Mulder. Tell me what you found out about our friend Julian." "Well, the records show he was married, but got divorced shortly before he moved in here, in 1974. The only thing we know for sure was that he died of a heart attack while having sex with another man about two months after he moved in." Skinner shook his head. "Shit. What a way to go." Mulder nodded. "I figure he finally figured out he was gay, which broke up his marriage. When he moved in here, he was finally able to live the life he wanted. Was just getting started, making up for all those lost years, when, boom. End of story. No wonder his ghost wanted to stick around for a while. Did I get it right, Julian?" He looked up, randomly gazing around the apartment. Mulder had missed one part of the story. Julian eased over to them, letting them feel what he'd felt that night. Mulder felt the touch, a warm affectionate feeling tinged with just a hint of lust. His poor overworked cock twinged just a bit. He looked at Skinner, who was obviously feeling the same thing. "Another yes." Skinner looked thoughtful. He'd experienced a surge of love in addition to the renewed lust. "I'm not sure, Mulder. I think he's trying to tell us he loved the person he was with. Maybe the first person he ever really loved." Mulder cocked his head. "You're getting it stronger than I am. I guess he's more attuned to you? From the past week?" Skinner felt Julian's affection settle over him like a soft blanket. "Yeah, I think so. I think he likes it that we feel more than just lust. That we have ... a real relationship." Mulder cocked an eyebrow at his boss. "Do we?" He was surprised to hear Skinner admitting it. Skinner sat quietly for a moment before reaching out to take Mulder's hand. "You know we do. You and Dana both mean more to me than anybody ever has. And it's not just because of what's happened this week. Everything we've been through the past couple of years. We've stuck together when everybody else gave up on us. So yeah, we have a relationship." Julian flinched momentarily when he mentioned 'Dana.' The red-haired woman. But the images in Walter's mind were hard to ignore. Reaching out, he found similar images in Mulder's mind. The three of them were something more than any of them separately, or even in pairs. He was going to have to think about this. Mulder looked up into Skinner's eyes and was surprised by what he saw there. Moved, he lifted the hand covering his to his lips and kissed it. Skinner blushed at the romantic gesture. He leaned forward, meeting Mulder in a tender kiss. Julian watched happily as they began their slow erotic dance. This time he didn't spur them on, letting nature take its course. Well, he helped a little; without it neither of them would be capable of arousal after all they'd done in the past 15 hours or so. But just a gentle nudge � ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Later that evening, they finally took another break for dinner. Not really wanting to go out, they'd ordered a big bucket of buffalo wings, which came with a mountain of celery and carrots and blue cheese dressing. Over dinner, Mulder made his suggestion. "Hey Walter. Got an idea." Skinner eyed him skeptically. "Yeah?" Mulder grinned. "You wanna spice things up a bit?" Skinner eyed the spicy chicken wing he was eating. "Isn't this spicy enough?" "I mean back there." He pointed toward the bedroom. Eyebrows furrowed, Skinner asked "Isn't Julian spicing things up enough?" Mulder laughed. "Yeah, but it's getting kind of boring. Repetitive." Against his better judgment, Skinner was getting intrigued. "What did you have in mind?" "Well, I need to go to the adult shop and pick up more lube anyway. I was thinking I might pick up a few other things as well. What do you think, Julian? Wouldn't it be fun if I tied Walter up and had my way with him?" Julian wanted to answer him, but was afraid if he did, they'd get distracted and Mulder would never get out to get the supplies. So he tried something different. Instead of engulfing Mulder, he reached out one ghostly tendril and stroked Mulder's limp cock. It immediately jumped to life, then fell again as Julian slipped away. "Holy shit!" Mulder exclaimed as he suddenly felt an intense rush of arousal. In seconds, his cock had gotten hard as a rock. And then just as suddenly, it had faded. Skinner watched, intrigued by this demonstration. He'd seen everything; neither of them had bothered with clothes all day. He grinned. "That looked like fun!" Mulder sat there, laughing, gasping for breath. "Well, I think Julian agrees. What about you?" "Never really tried anything like that. Why the hell not?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two hours later, Walter wasn't so sure about that. He was spread-eagled on his bed, soft fur-lined cuffs anchoring his wrists and ankles to the corners. A wedge-shaped pillow lifted his hips, giving Mulder perfect access. At the moment, a strangely shaped dildo filled his ass. It had looked like it was made of a string of marbles glued together, small (about �") graduating up to large (easily and inch and a half.) It felt � interesting � each time Mulder pushed another one in or pulled one out. He never knew which way it was going to go. Mulder looked down at him with eyes filled with lust. Seeing the boss man tied up like this was seriously turning him on. Watching his face as he played with his ass, and his cock, and his nipples. Watching him writhe with pleasure, then frustration as Mulder wouldn't take him to completion. Julian watched this new game with delight. In fact, he'd started playing. Instead of just enveloping them, he'd been encouraged by his little experiment with Mulder earlier. So now he played along, reaching out to touch Walter at unexpected moments, sending a jolt of lust through his entire body, or focusing a tendril on his cock or a nipple. Just for the fun of it, he occasionally surprised Mulder too, which never failed to amuse Walter. Mulder couldn't stop grinning at the sight of Skinner displayed for his pleasure. Even more so when Julian got into the game. They'd both been startled the first time Walter had arched his back and cried out. Eventually they'd realized it had been Julian, since both Mulder's hands had been otherwise occupied at the time. The second time he'd tried it, he'd gotten a better handle on how much 'pressure' to apply. But they really hadn't expected it when Julian had grabbed Mulder by the cock, sending him from pleasantly horny to 'ohmygodimgonnacum!' in less than a minute. Luckily he'd waited until Mulder didn't have any tender parts of Walter's anatomy in hands or mouth. Walter had watched from his captive position, eyes glittering with delight, as Julian tormented Mulder for a few minutes before letting him return to tormenting Walter. When he finally couldn't wait any longer, Mulder prepared his lover for the main event. He removed the graduated marbles, and replaced it with huge butt plug, then pulled the wedge pillow out from under Walter. He then heavily coated Walter's cock with lube. Crawling over Skinner's midsection, Mulder gently eased himself down onto Skinner's prick. Now Julian enveloped them both, adding his 'spice' to the mix. Skinner groaned loudly as Mulder's weight sank over him. He could feel the plug inside him being pressed against his prostate. Front and back, waves of pleasure overwhelmed him. He wanted to reach out and stroke Mulder's cock, but his hands were still tied, spread above his head. The frustration somehow added to the intensity of the situation. Mulder began moving slowly, enjoying the feel of Walter's prick sliding in and out. Almost as enjoyable was watching his lover's face, contorted with pleasure. He knew Julian had joined them, was intensifying every sensation, every movement. He reached down and brushed his fingers over Walter's tight nipples, drawing another groan from deep inside. Even from below, Skinner's powerful hips managed to push up against him. They rocked together like that for what seemed an eternity, until finally Mulder let his hands find his own cock. Walter's gaze was locked on it as he stroked himself, drawing them closer and closer to completion. When it came, they both screamed, caught in the moment of absolute oneness. After a time, Mulder gently disengaged himself. He got up and immediately released Skinner's bonds, softly rubbing wrists and ankles to restore circulation. A quick trip to the bathroom, and a warm washcloth wiped away the mess that covered Walter's chest and even his chin. Gently removing the plug, and wiping there as well. He tossed the dirty cloth into the laundry hamper and shut out the lights. Finally, he gathered Walter tenderly into his arms. "You ok, love?" Skinner sighed happily. His whole body still tingled � or was that just the circulation returning? Hell, he didn't care. But Mulder did. And that was the most amazing thing of all. "Fantastic. Stupendous, even." Mulder chuckled softly at Skinner's almost punch-drunk expression, then bent down to kiss him on the forehead. "G'night, Walter." Happy, content, sated, Walter Skinner snuggled further into Mulder's arms. "Night," he mumbled into the nearest shoulder. Julian smiled as he looked down at them. They did know love. This was better than he'd dared hope for. Tonight, instead of guiding their dreams, he decided to just watch. He wanted to see where they went on their own. He was curious if the red-haired woman was going to show up � Continue on to Chapter 9 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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