Rating: R for sexual situations
Fandom: X-Files
Pairing: Fox Mulder/OMC
Summary: Mulder finds someone
“Mind if I sit?”
Mulder looked up. Standing across the table from him was a man in a white lab coat that read ‘Dylan Price, MD. Chief Resident, Pediatrics, GWU. The man was about six feet, with brown hair and sparkling green eyes. Mulder looked around the cafeteria. It was nearly empty. “Sure.” He half shrugged, his right arm in a sling.
“Are you here for your arm?”
“Yeah. Physical therapy’s backed up, so I came down here to wait.”
“What happened to it?”
“An accident,” was Mulder’s reply.
“Well, I gathered that. But I’m interested. Car accident? Surgery from an old baseball injury?” Mulder set his fork on his tray and looked up at the doctor. He took a moment before answering, wondering why the hell this guy was flirting with him. He noticed a pin on the lapel of Dylan’s jacket, but pinned the wrong way so only the back was visible. Intrigued, he reached his good arm towards the lapel, to flip it over and see the pin design.
“Ah -“ Dylan stopped him, fingers closing around Mulder’ wrist. “Not yet. You first.”
Mulder could feel the warmth from Dylan’s grip spreading through his body. “Fine, then. I was shot. Line of duty.”
“DCPD?”
“FBI.”
“Oh.” Mulder tried to see the pin again.
“Uh, I don’t know if you really…” Suddenly he was nervous. But he let Mulder see anyway, not looking prepared for Mulder’s startled glance back at him upon discovery that the pin was a triangle. A rainbow triangle.
“Why did you care? Was it because I said I was FBI?”
“Yeah, actually.”
“Oh. Why did you sit with me?”
“I was bored. You looked interesting.”
“Interesting?” Mulder gave him an amused look.
“Yeah. Interesting.” They continued eating in silence, until the chirp of Dylan’s beeper interrupted them. “Well, duty calls. Thank you for your time.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Dylan still hesitated a moment. “I didn’t really think you interesting. It was really because I thought you were cute.” He turned to leave, and this time Mulder caught his wrist. The agent pressed a card into Dylan’s palm.
“Home number’s on the back,” he murmured. “And if it helps, I find you quite….interesting too.”
Dylan flashed him a smile and hurried off. Mulder carried his tray, then returned to physical therapy. His appointment had been pushed back since he’d arrived, but he hadn’t wanted to venture out in the thunderstorm again, so instead he sampled the cafeteria food. Not very appetizing, but still….he hoped the doctor called.
That was a feeling he hadn’t had in a while. Really, he’d known about his preference for men early, 11 or 12, and he considered his occasional female encounters flukes. Still, he’d been asexual, or so it seemed, for so long, that going back to homosexual was a jump he wasn’t sure he was ready to make. Then again, Dylan’s smile had been adorable. He decided it couldn’t hurt. Besides, he wasn’t looking for any type of relationship, it wasn’t his fault if one found him.
Then he realized that a brief encounter with this guy had stemmed thoughts of a future relationship. With a start, Mulder realized that was the exact feeling he’d gotten from looking into Dylan’s eyes, feeling the green eyes bore into his own. Mulder had a very difficult time concentration on his PT that day.
The lack of concentration carried into the evening, as Mulder was trying to work on some paperwork to avoid being hopelessly behind schedule when they let him return to the office. he was very grateful for the distraction when the phone rang. “Mulder.”
“Hello…This Dylan Price, we met-“
“Yeah, yeah. I was hoping you’d call.”
“You were?”
“Yeah. I was.”
“Why?”
“I told you. Thought you were interesting.”
“Right. Interesting.”
“Very interesting.”
“So…uh, the reason I was calling…I mean…I was kind of hoping that-“
“Want to go get a drink somewhere?”
“That would be great.”
Mulder named a bar on the other side of town, smiling to himself as he hung up.
Dylan pushed his hands deeper into his pockets. It was way too cold to be standing in front of this door, and despite being under an eave, he could feel the stinging wet of the still-pouring rain. He relaxed somewhat upon seeing a somewhat-familiar figure approach, shielding his head against the rain with his arm.
“You didn’t have to wait outside, doctor.”
Dylan smiled and took Mulder’s arm. “My pleasure. And please, drop the doctor. You don’t usually use titles while on dates. Dylan’s fine.”
“Dylan, then. Call me Mulder,” the agent replied as they entered the bar. It was filled with men and women, paired in all manner of ways. A comfortable - and anonymous - environment. Here, Mulder could be fairly certain he was not going to run into anyone he knew.
“What, no first name?”
“I’m not very fond of it. Only my mother calls me Fox. When she’s speaking to me, that is.”
Dylan didn’t reply, not quite ready to grace this near-stranger with tales of his failed parental relationships. Or perhaps it was their failed relationship with him? One or the other. At any rate, he didn’t release his grip on Mulder’s arm, leading him towards the back. They found a miraculously empty table, although it was small enough that their knees brushed underneath. “So, Mulder. You seem quite the antithesis of a stereotypical FBI agent. What is it you do for them, anyway?”
“I’ve never been exactly what the FBI was looking for in a recruit. Right now I do two things - I profile, and assist Violent Crimes on serial cases. Whenever they’re sick of me or decide they can work on their own, I investigate my own cases. Mainly unexplained or paranormal phenomena or cold cases the FBI has shut down.”
“Wow. I’m impressed, I must say.”
“Well, thank you. Somehow, though, I doubt I’ve saved as many lives as you have. Do you like your job?”
“I love my job. I wouldn’t give it up for anything.”
“The best kind.”
Dylan tilted his head to look at Mulder with a half smile, then leaned across the table to kiss Mulder, a simple one that ended up leaving them both breathless. “What was that for?”
“Just checking. I just wanted to make sure we couldn’t blame anything on alcohol later.” He could see desire burning in Mulder dark eyes, and knew it mirrored his own.
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”
“Good.” Dylan smiled brightly and took a sip of the drink the waiter just served. “Back to the conversation, then.”
They stayed until the bar closed, until three am. After ascertaining that Dylan’s apartment was in fact closer, they left in Mulder’s car. “There is a problem,” said Mulder suddenly, alluding to their earlier conversation, as they drove through the nearly empty streets.
“Problems are bad.”
“This is a good problem. Maybe. The problem is that after spending this evening with you - an evening which I had originally assumed involved getting drunk and having a one-night stand - I’ve found that not only am I not at all drunk, I really don’t want a one-night-stand with you.”
“Oh.”
“Not that I don’t want to have sex with you. Because I think that is a very good idea. However, I don’t want to leave immediately after. I want to see you tomorrow morning. I want to be able to call you this week. I really want to see you again next weekend.”
“That is definitely not a problem.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Really.”
Mulder smiled. “That’s good, then.”
“We’re here. Just park there to the side.” Mulder obliged, and they walked casually inside, a dropped pretense as soon as Dylan’s apartment door closed. Dylan’s hand slid to Mulder’s neck, and the other man willingly leaned into the kiss. There was a moment of awkwardness as they fought for dominance, but Mulder conceded to let the doctor lead. Dylan eagerly took the invitation, thoroughly exploring the recesses of Mulder’s mouth with his tongue before sliding his mouth down Mulder’s neck. “Perhaps…we should move?”
“Bed?” Mulder panted.
“Oh, yes.” Dylan led Mulder through the apartment and into the bedroom. Mulder didn’t take in the surroundings, however, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man in front of him. The man whose hand was currently sliding beneath the waistband of his boxers. They fumbled with each other’s clothing for a moment, finally managing to discard it in a pile on the floor. “What are we doing, anyway?”
“I don’t know.” Mulder gasped as Dylan slid his tongue along his straining erection. “But I won’t last much longer if you keep doing that.”
“Oh, that’s good then,” Dylan replied, just before he engulfed Mulder’s length with his mouth.
“Shit, I’m gonna-“ Mulder’s hips bucked up involuntarily as he came violently in Dylan’s mouth. Dylan swallowed, and came up to kiss the still-gasping Mulder.
“I need - I mean, can-“
“Yes,” Mulder hissed.
“Yes?”
“That’s - that’s what I said.” He rolled over onto his stomach to emphasize the point. “You’ve got-“
“Yeah,” Dylan replied, pulling out the necessary supplies.
“What the hell are you waiting for, then?”
Dylan awoke the next morning to his alarm. The bedside clock read 6 am. “Damn,” he muttered.
“Think you could maybe turned that thing off? Now that it’s accomplished its goal of waking the whole floor?” Dylan rolled over to find Mulder watching him.
“Oh, I guess so. As long as everyone’s awake.” He clicked off the alarm and lay back down.
After about 5 minutes, Mulder said, “Hey, Dylan?”
He opened one eye. “What?”
“Generally, when alarms go off, they go off for a reason.”
“Oh, right. Work. I should take a shower.” He didn’t move.
“I could come,” Mulder offered.
“And there’s my incentive.” He left the bed for the bathroom, turning on the hot water. In a moment, Mulder followed.
TBC??