Title: I Go Blind
Author: Halrloprillalar
Category: Slash, NC17
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: The X-Files, Scully, and Pendrell are owned by CC, 1013, and
Fox. No infringement is intended. And Chris, if you want Jerry, he's
yours.
Summary: PWP. Pendrell/other M/M. Scully gets off while the boys get it
on. Voyeurism, masturbation, fellatio--there's something here for
everyone. Except a plot.
Double thanks to Radclyffe--first for making me think about Voyeur!Scully
and second for excellent beta reading.
Feedback? Email me: prillalar@yahoo.com
I Go Blind by Halrloprillalar
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"Every time I look at you, I go blind." - 54-40
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A stiffness in her neck told Scully it was quitting time. She checked her
watch: 4:55, just enough time to see if the lab had those tissue analyses
done.
She stood up and stretched, rolling some of the tension out of her
shoulders. Best to leave now, before Mulder returned with his take-out and
cajoled her into staying late and watching...what was it today? Willow.
Yesterday, it had been The Wizard of Oz, the day before, The Terror of
Tiny Town. Why, she did not know and meant never to find out.
Coat, briefcase, hair and makeup check, and she was out the door. She
clacked through the empty basement halls and up the stairs, to a busier
part of the building. Bumper to bumper in the afternoon rush hour, people
manoeuvred to circumvent the flow of traffic, only to be caught up in the
crowd around the elevators. Scully opened the lab door and stepped
through, at once removed from the seething humanity outside.
No one was there, so Scully poked around for her analyses. Not finding
them in the open front room, she checked the small back office. The
afternoon sun gleamed low through the windows, brightening the room with a
golden glow. The door swung closed and at once thousands of dust particles
danced in the sunbeams.
Scully's files formed part of the top layer on the small desk. She opened
one and flipped through it. Fascinating. She set down her briefcase,
slipped off her overcoat, and sat, absorbed in the findings.
A stiffness in her neck told Scully that it was long past quitting time.
Blinking in the sudden dusk, she closed the folders and slid them into her
briefcase, then rubbed her eyes and searched for pen and Post-it.
The small office window lit up and a slam quickly followed. Good, no need
to write a note then. Scully stood. Looking out from near-darkness, she
saw Pendrell--she wanted to talk to him about the data--and who was that?
A be-labcoated Adonis stood tall among the test tubes, beach-blond, broad
shouldered, wire-rimmed, brown eyed.
Scully stared, mouthbreathing. He looks like Dr July in that Studmuffins
of Science calendar Mulder got me, she thought. Why haven't I seen him
before?
She reached for the doorknob. And stopped, hand in midair. Dr July put his
hands on the counter top, trapping Pendrell between them, moving closer,
bending nearer.
"Court!" Pendrell's voice carried distinctly through the door to Scully.
"Not here!"
Court? Court...Agent Courtenay. Scully had seen his name on lab reports.
"It's OK." Courtenay leaned in, nuzzling Pendrell's cheek. "I locked the
door." Lifting one arm, he pulled off his glasses and set them on the
table.
Panic rose in Scully. I have to let them know I'm...
Oh.
Courtenay slid his hand up Pendrell's sleeve until he was gripping the
shoulder. And kissed him. Pendrell struggled for half a second, then
relaxed into the embrace, his own hand creeping up to Courtenay's face,
fingers tracing the cheekbone's razor edge.
Scully's chest burned and she let out the breath she had been holding,
focusing on silence. What to do? Was it too late to make a loud noise and
go out there? Rational voices in her head debated the merits of the
various ways she could make good her escape. As they discussed, her eyes
riveted themselves on the kiss--a glimpse of tongue--and her feet rooted
themselves to the floor.
Pendrell tugged the other man's collar until they broke apart and tore off
their lab coats, dropping them to the floor. Dr July boosted Pendrell onto
the high table top and stood between his knees. Pendrell caught the blond
head and pulled him in for another kiss.
It was too late.
Terror-tinged embarrassment soured in Scully's stomach, but the tingling
sensation that swept down her spine, collecting at her centre of gravity,
felt quite different.
The kiss took on more urgency and Scully stared, wondering how it would
feel to be Pendrell, Courtenay's hands on his back, on his arms, in his
hair. To be a man and have another man's lips on hers, his tongue seeking
out the softness and hardness of her--his mouth. To be Courtenay while
Pendrell sucked and worried at his neck and the hollow of his collarbone,
while Pendrell opened the other man's shirt, one fumbling button at a
time.
Scully found her hand at her own throat, pressing firmly over her beating
pulse. She felt it trail down, slipping under her suit jacket and
caressing her breast, the nipple already hard against her palm.
Pendrell pulled Courtenay's shirt open, baring a sculpted chest smooth but
for a sheen of blond along the sternum. Sucking, teasing, licking, he
carefully focused attention on one nipple, then the other, his hands
stroking Courtenay's lean sides and bronzed chest. Courtenay closed his
eyes, throwing his head back, hoarse breaths audible even in the back
room.
Scully brought her other hand up, fondling both her breasts, rolling and
pinching the nipples. Heat flushed beneath her skin, along her cheeks and
through her torso. A deeper heat pooled between her legs, fire and water.
In one swift movement, Courtenay drew Pendrell's head up close to his own,
holding his face in two long-fingered hands. Pendrell did the same,
splaying his fingers over his lover's cheek. Nose to nose, they brushed
their lips together, barely touching.
They were beautiful. Completely absorbed in each other, desire naked in
the shared gaze, they caused a shock of something more than arousal in
Scully. Stark joy rang through her body, echoing along every nerve. She
stood stock still, transfixed. For a moment, identity--theirs,
hers--burned away and all that remained was Eros.
"I've been thinking about this all day." Courtenay's tongue flicked along
Pendrell's lower lip.
"Me too, Court." Pendrell darted in for a quick kiss.
"And now, my little rabbit, I'm going to ravish you."
Pendrell laughed. "Take me, my lord, take me here among the test tubes."
"Together, we will feel the earth move." Courtenay grabbed Pendrell's
collar and yanked. Buttons popped, clattering and rolling, clinking on
glass.
"Jerry, you bastard!" Pendrell laughed harder, moving like a cat as
Courtenay kissed his way down Pendrell's chest. "How am I supposed to get
out of the building with my shirt like this?"
Scully moved one hand down her breast bone, following Courtenay's path.
Slipping her fingers beneath her waistband, she caressed her navel as
Courtenay tongued Pendrell's. Her own tongue passed along her lips and
touched the soft sides of her mouth.
"Danny Boy," Courtenay said, raising his head, "the pipes, the pipes are
calling. Down." He pulled Pendrell off the table so that he was standing.
"Down." His dexterous fingers made short work of Pendrell's belt and
zipper, then pulled the pants and boxers to the floor together. "And up."
He drew one finger along Pendrell's erection, gathering a drop of
moisture.
"Jer--" Pendrell's cock twitched, rampant and rising toward his belly.
Courtenay raised his glistening finger and licked the tip, eyes hotly
fixed on Pendrell's.
Scully raised her left hand from her breast and sucked her index finger,
rolling her tongue around it, savouring skin and sweat. She stared at
Pendrell's cock, wondered how he tasted to Courtenay. She stared at
Courtenay's own erection, straining inside his pants, wondered if he was
thinking of Pendrell's hand there, squeezing him through the cloth.
The blond man dropped to his knees and began a slow exploration. He
stroked his lover's thighs, spreading them wider, kissing the pale,
sensitive flesh.
Scully leaned back against the desk, riding her skirt high up on her
thighs. Her right hand stroked up between her legs. Damn the pantyhose,
but she did not dare try to take them off. Her hand flat against the
vulva, she squeezed her thighs together, forcing the tension to focus,
focus.
"God, Jer, that's good." Pendrell braced himself against the lab table
with one hand and tangled the other in the blond hair.
Courtenay nudged up to Pendrell's balls and began to do something to them,
but Scully could not quite see what. She imagined him sucking one into his
mouth, rolling it around gently, feeling ridged skin, coarse hair, salt on
his tongue. She moved her finger back and forth over the soft roughness of
her own tongue.
"Do you want it, baby?" Courtenay pulled his head up, carefully not
touching Pendrell's jerking cock, and rubbed his cheek on the other man's
stomach, feathered red-gold.
"Please. You know I do."
"Then what am I?"
"Jerry..." Pendrell's already flushed cheeks burned red. "You know I don't
like to..."
"What am I, baby?" Courtenay moved back, leaving only his hand on
Pendrell's hip.
A strangled sigh escaped Pendrell's throat. "You're a cocksucker, Court.
You're a fucking cocksucker."
"You know it." He leaned forward, taking only the head of Pendrell's shaft
into his mouth.
Scully felt the hardness of her clit, hard as Pendrell's cock. Something
about those words from Pendrell's sweet mouth--she knew just what it was
doing to Courtenay.
Was he touching his tongue to the leaking slit, tasting, tasting? Scully
craved the taste of herself on her fingers, impossible right now. Was he
scraping the tender flesh with his teeth? She bit down on her finger,
relishing the small pain.
Courtenay took his mouth away. "Say it, baby. Keep talking." His tongue
appeared between his lips for just a moment, then he sucked Pendrell in
deep, so deep.
How did that feel, down so far inside a man's mouth, his throat? Velvet,
linen, silk? Scully allowed her fingers to find her swollen clit, obvious
even through the layers of clothing, and began to rub it, slowly,
following Courtenay's rhythm. Her other hand fell from her face to grip
the edge of the desk.
"Cocksucker." Pendrell's voice wavered, breathy and uneven. "Fucking
bastard sucks dick suck me suck me cocksucker take it all take it down
fucking son of a bitch..."
Over and over again, the words poured from his mouth as Courtenay deep
throated him expertly, hips kept from thrusting by pinning hands. His hand
clenched in his lover's hair, pulling it slightly.
Cocksucker. Scully's lips formed the word silently. Her orgasm crowded
closer, keep away, not yet, not yet cocksucker...
Beads of sweat glittered on Pendrell's brow, his head back, white throat
still hoarsely babbling. "Take it bastard fucking cocksucker suck me suck
me suckme suckme..." His face contorted with the first spasm of pleasure
and Scully felt her own features pull into a grimace as she came and came
and came.
She sagged back against the desk, trying to control her breathing.
Boneless, tired, foggy, sated, need to rest a little...
Scully blinked. She had missed a second or two there. Courtenay was on his
feet again, kissing Pendrell and ruffling his hair so it stuck up
everywhere.
"Can we..." Pendrell's voice was thick and slow. "Jer, let me get my pants
on. Can we go home for the rest of this, please?" He struggled with the
button at his waistband.
"It's so cute how fellatio makes you stupid." Courtenay smoothed his
lover's hair back down, then did his shirt up. "Your place or mine?"
Pendrell finally figured out how his pants worked. "Yours. My cat is still
scared of you." He started to button his shirt, only to discover that
there were no buttons. "Dammit, Court, you..."
"What? 'You cocksucker?' If you say that to me now I won't be able to wait
until we get home." He dove in for a kiss swift as summer lightning. "Is
your jacket in the back?"
Scully's heart leapt into her mouth and started to choke her.
"No, I didn't bring one. I was so warm..." Pendrell nuzzled the other
man's neck. He picked up his discarded lab coat. "I'll just wear this.
Let's go, OK?"
Scully's heart sank out of her throat, through her chest cavity, and down
into the pit of her stomach, where it lay, slowly dissolving in adrenalin.
She did not move as the men gathered their things and left, shutting off
the light and banging the door.
She let out a long, ragged breath and something signalled to her that her
brain stem was no longer controlling her every action. Oh my God, what had
she just done? What had they just done? Her stomach growled and she
suddenly realised that it would be best to ponder the joys and pitfalls of
voyeurism at home over supper.
The files--the note. Scully waited in the dark for a long minute, then
dared to turn on the office light. Quickly, she found a pen and wrote a
note to Pendrell. Then she straightened her suit, picked up her coat and
briefcase, and opened the door.
On the lab floor just outside the office lay a small white button. Scully
picked it up and held it tightly against her palm.
"Cocksucker," she said and smiled.
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