Author name: Bertie
Email: bertie45@altavista.com
Title: Mulder's present (1/?)
Series: Possibilities
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: M/Sk (in this story, later M/K/Sk)
Category: PWP
Spoilers/warnings: no spoilers, some schmoop
Possibilities: Chapter 1
Mulder's Present
by Bertie
Alex looked over at Mulder who was preparing himself for his daily run. Mulder
was stretching and limbering his legs. Krycek didn't mind Mulder running but
it usually took time away from them being together. He looked at those long
legs and thought they would be better served wrapped around him as he fucked
Mulder into the mattress. Krycek never ran with Mulder, the prosthesis made it
awkward at best, though he said it was because he didn't like exercise and
thought it was mindless.
Mulder was convinced Krycek worked out sometimes, somewhere. "He probably
works out right after I leave on my runs!" Why he chose not to do so in
Mulder's presence irritated and fascinated Mulder.
'That pretty much sums up our relationship," Mulder thought wryly.
Mulder thoughts turned to his weekend runs. There had been an added bonus to
his runs on the weekend, especially Saturdays. Skinner had begun to run in his
favorite park. Why he suddenly had this special interest in Skinner had
something to do with Krycek. Mulder would have never looked twice at a man
until his relationship with Krycek began. The burly AD was a strange
fascination for Mulder. He had a completely different body type than his own
and Krycek's. It was almost a combination of Mulder's long lankiness and
Krycek's muscular bulk. He was Mulder with bulk and no hair. Well, not hair on
his head. It was the body hair that fascinated Mulder. He never thought he
would be interested in body hair. It was certainly not something he looked for
in women and didn't think he'd like it with men, but Krycek was naturally
hairless while Skinner was naturally hairy.
Mulder looked down at his own slightly hairy arms and chest. It wasn't enough.
He started wondering if Skinner had a hairy ass. He grinned to himself. That
would be worth finding out. He certainly had a fine muscular ass from what
Mulder could tell in the shorts Skinner wore invariably during his runs. He
wanted to run his tongue through all the hair he found on Skinner's body.
Krycek's smooth ass was delicious to feel, kiss, caress, but Mulder wondered
what it would be like if it were covered in hair. "I'm sick!" he thought to
himself. "I never thought myself a fetishist!"
Mulder turned to Alex and said, "Well, I'm off."
Krycek replied, "Whatever."
Mulder wondered why Krycek sulked before he ran. "Did he think someone's going
to take me while I'm out running? Well, it could happen. But it wasn't as if
they couldn't take me at any other time if they wanted."
"They" being any number of Consortium jackals that still hovered around though
Cancerman hadn't appeared lately. He shuddered, why he always thought of that
smoke addled pathetic jerk he never knew. Usually when he returned from the
run Krycek was long gone. Sometimes not showing back up for weeks at a time.
"If he was so worried why did he take off so often?" Mulder wondered. He shook
his head to clear it of such thoughts and pulled open the door and ran down to
his car using the stairs.
The park was a short ten-minute drive from his apartment. Why Skinner chose to
run at this park instead of any other place, even in downtown DC, Mulder
didn't care to speculate about, except to hope Skinner had some interests in
his subordinate like he did in his boss. HA! Mulder doubted it seriously. They
didn't speak or even acknowledge each other's presence the entire time they
ran. Though they didn't always start at the same time or at the same place.
Mulder was getting frustrated with this total lack of recognition on Skinner's
part.
"Did he choose to ignore me? Of course," Mulder thought to himself. "Why does
he need to speak or acknowledge me of all people? He sees me practically every
weekday and now he sees me, at least peripherally, on Saturdays."
Mulder was wondering what would be the best way to start a relationship
outside the office with Skinner without any intrusions of the office or fear
of retribution coming down on their heads. It was his usual weekend thought as
he did his run.
Mulder's musings thoroughly distracted him. He hadn't even seen Skinner today
and his mind was completely fazed out when he suddenly ran right into a large
albeit cushioned object.
"Umph! Sorry!" gasped Mulder. But it was too late. His chest was pressed
firmly into Skinner's back and he became painfully and intimately aware that
his slightly aroused penis had thrust hard into Skinner's muscular ass.
Skinner had completely stopped, nearly knocking the wind out of Mulder. Mulder
had never run into someone while running before. He was certainly highly
ashamed that it was Skinner.
Skinner turned and held Mulder upright. "Mulder, it would be you. Can't keep
your personal space?"
Mulder wasn't sure how to respond to that so he grinned, he was sure, like an
idiot. "Sorry about that, sir."
Skinner grabbed Mulder and pulled him forward against his chest. Mulder was
shocked and amazed that Skinner was doing what he wanted when the younger man
realized his boss was just removing his subordinate from the traffic of two
bicyclists going too fast to stop for a slightly dazed and aroused federal
agent on his day off. Mulder knew his nipples, now hard against Skinner's
chest, were boring right through their thin T-shirts. He had to feel that!
Mulder realized that his hand, frantically trying to hold himself upright, had
landed on his boss' firm buttock.
"Mulder are you done yet? You should save the next dance for someone more your
type," Skinner huffed.
"Yes, sir." Mulder was sure his face was flushed and was hoping it wasn't
obvious under his summer tan.
They resumed their run. Mulder now doing his best to keep away from personal
contact with Skinner, he didn't think he could be so close to Skinner again
without grabbing him and kissing him. That wouldn't do.
"Stop!" he growled to himself. "I gotta keep focused. Don't want to run into
him again."
Mulder now realized that he, younger and leaner, had caught up with Skinner
and was now passing him. Mulder did his best to keep his distance from Skinner
but it wasn't long before Skinner had nearly caught up with Mulder. They began
to slow as it was near the end of their run. They finally slowed to a near
walk then they began to pace to let the burn in their legs and their
respiration and pulse to calm. Skinner took a handkerchief out of his back
pocket and ran it over his sweaty scalp and face. Mulder watched, wanting his
tongue to do what the rag just did.
Skinner walked over to his car and opened his trunk and brought out a bottle
of water and quickly drank. Mulder followed Skinner into the parking lot, not
wanting to miss any move Skinner made. He opened his car and grabbed a bottle
from a small cooler on the passenger side. Mulder nearly jumped when he saw
Skinner walk up to him with a slight smile on his face. Mulder rarely saw his
boss with a smile and his heart leapt at how it made him look younger and
definitely sexier.
"So, Mulder, since we seem to be destined together today, why don't we have
lunch together or dinner, if you don't have any plans," Skinner asked
straightforwardly.
Mulder gave Skinner a goofy smile and said, "Sure, I'd love that."
Skinner looked closely at Mulder, wondering at his subordinate's enthusiasm.
"Any place in particular?"
Mulder grinned widely and said, "How 'bout Le Chateau for lunch then Bryan's
for dinner?"
Skinner did a double take. "You didn't plan this, did you, Mulder?"
Mulder just smiled and shook his head, "Of course not, sir."
"All right, Mulder. But we'll go to Barron's for dinner."
"Barron's, sir? Don't you need a reservation there?"
"Yes."
Mulder stared at his immediate supervisor in amazement, "Have you planned
this?"
Skinner smiled, "Yes, but I wasn't thinking of you when I made that
reservation, Mulder."
"Oh.," Mulder couldn't stop the sound of pure disappointment coming from his
mouth.
"Don't worry, I was ditched the last minute by an old Marine buddy of mine.
Didn't wanna waste the reservation."
"And you immediately thought of me-how sweet, sir."
"Don't push your luck, Mulder. You just landed in my lap at the last minute."
Mulder smiled at that scenario. "Thanks just the same, sir."
Skinner nodded then said, "Come on, let's go to Le Chateau before it fills
up."
Mulder quickly got into his car and they made it in time for one of the best
tables. They were totally comfortable in their sweats at this restaurant,
though some were better dressed than they were. Mulder sat watching Skinner
eating, thoroughly absorbed in how delectable he looked.
Skinner raised his brows at Mulder. "You going to eat at some point, agent?"
Mulder grinned then nodded and began to eat. Skinner began to wonder at
Mulder's behavior.
"Maybe he's got a crush on me," thought Skinner.
Mulder certainly wasn't the first subordinate Skinner had that had a crush on
him, male or female.
"But he's never shown anything beforehand," thought Skinner. "We've known each
other for nearly 8 years, so why now?"
He noticed that Mulder's eyes were still on him under his lashes.
"It seemed extremely sexy..." He paused that thought. "I've just thought of
Mulder and sex in the same thought. I must be having that mid-life crisis
everyone says you have."
He knew that all that had happened with his wife and with the hooker had
nothing to do with a mid-life crisis. He thoroughly blamed himself for the
failed marriage but the death of his wife and the death of that hooker --
certainly weren't his fault. At least not directly, a cynical part of him told
the other side. But for the hooker, he had never even thought of sex with
anyone outside of his wife since the first time they had separated. He hadn't
even dated since her death, wanting some time to grieve for his wife and also
some time to feel capable of doing something so frivolous as dating. He looked
over at Mulder and saw a twinkle in his eye and a smile, "So what's your
excuse?"
Skinner looked down and realized he had stopped eating. He smiled back at
Mulder and resumed eating. When they finished eating and paid separately,
Skinner asked, " So you're going to tell me what has got you so wound up you
nearly ran your old boss over today?"
Mulder shook his head. "At dinner tonight, sir."
"OK, when should we meet?"
"At 8."
Skinner just nodded and they left in their separate cars.
*********
What Skinner hadn't planned on was Mulder at his door in a very nice suit at
7:30pm. Skinner was buttoning his sleeves just as he opened the door. Mulder
stared lustful daggers at the hairs that came from Skinner's undershirt. His
shirt hadn't been completely buttoned either.
"Hey, I thought we were meeting there at 8."
"Yeah, I know, but I couldn't wait to tell you what's been on my mind lately,
sir."
This should be interesting thought Skinner as he let Mulder into his
apartment. He shut his door. When he moved back Mulder shoved him against the
door and pressed his lips to Skinner's. Skinner's mouth opened in surprise and
Mulder's tongue took advantage and slipped in to caress Skinner's. After
recovering from shock, Skinner returned the kiss passionately. Then he pulled
away, "Mulder, what are you doing?"
"Uh, I - I'm kissing you, sir."
"I think I got that part, Mulder, but why?"
"Well, sir, if you weren't aware, I am highly attracted to you and I am trying
to show you."
"But why?" At Mulder's confused look Skinner added, "We've known each other
how long, agent? And you've just decided to let me know?"
"Well, it was a, er, sudden thing."
"Sudden?"
"Yes, sir."
"And what brought this on if you don't mind me asking?"
"Well, I found out recently that I am a little more than just bicurious."
"And you chose me to figure this out?"
"No, sir." Mulder blushed then said, "Someone beat you to that."
"I don't know whether to be hurt or laugh hysterically at that, Mulder."
Mulder didn't know what to say to that. "I have always been attracted to you,
sir, and until this-"
"Unnamed encounter?"
"Right, sir. And now I feel obligated to let you know and I have been trying
to figure the best way to let you know. That was why I was distracted this
morning in the park."
"OK. Why didn't you find out from me if I was gay or bisexual before you did
this?"
Mulder frowned. "I thought that was exactly what I was doing. You did just
return my kiss."
Skinner sighed, "Yes, I did. I admit, I am attracted to you. Have been for a
while but I always thought it was respect and admiration, not sexual." He
paused and said, "You realize we have a lot of enemies that could use this
against us, let alone put our jobs in jeopardy. You were so preoccupied this
week, I had no idea from what."
"I realize, sir. I am sorry for the obvious display. I have been distracted
lately and I didn't know you were aware of it."
"Did you think a fling with me would end your distraction?"
"Oh, no. I don't want a fling, sir."
"Good, I certainly wouldn't want to be your mid-life crisis."
Mulder blushed and said, "I want more from this. I want a relationship, sir."
"Well, I am flattered, Mulder."
Skinner looked at his watch and said, "Come on. We shouldn't be late for the
reservation."
Mulder nodded and began to straighten his suit. Skinner said with no shame,
"You look practically edible in that suit, Mulder."
Mulder smiled seductively and said, "Well, I have to work at it while you are
naturally that way."
Skinner snorted. Skinner took Mulder in his car and they arrived just a few
minutes late. As they sat down and were waiting to be served they stole
glances at each other furtively, trying to see if the other was watching and
of course they both were. Mulder kept having fantasies of attacking Skinner
under the table, which just happened to have a long tablecloth while Skinner
kept wanting to kiss that pensive pout off Mulder's face. Mulder became
self-conscious and wondered if anyone in the restaurant noticed them. Skinner
wondered if he knew anyone at the restaurant worth risking a kiss or a caress.
After they were served and began to eat, Mulder suddenly grinned and pulled
one of his shoes off with the other and pressed his socked foot in the pit of
Skinner's crotch. Skinner nearly cried out. He calmed himself then growled
softly, "Mulder, what do you think you are doing?"
"I am just checking on what's for dessert." He then proceeded to caress his
foot against Skinner's now growing erection. Skinner flushed then growled,
"You're in dangerous territory, agent. How am I going to be able to leave?"
"There is only one way to relieve this," he emphasized that last word by
caressing pointedly with his foot, "but you have two possible options to
facilitate that relief."
"Oh?" Skinner responded, his voice tight.
"Well, I can walk in front of you to the men's room or I can go down on you
under the table."
Skinner coughed. "Mulder there isn't enough room for you to fit completely
under the table without being seen. I think it's the men's room."
"Then let's go." Mulder slipped his shoe on and then stood up as did Skinner,
a little uncomfortably. Mulder noticed the nice bulge in Skinner's pants and
was nearly drooling. Skinner pulled his suit coat over his crotch and Mulder
began to walk toward the restrooms. Luckily the restroom was deserted and
Mulder smiled at Skinner. "Can I have some of that nice bulge now?"
Skinner gave a half smile and said, "Could you go into a stall first?"
Mulder quickly obliged and turned to open Skinner's pants as Skinner entered
and shut the stall door. Mulder grinned up at Skinner as he pulled Skinner's
cock from the vent in his drawers. "Oh man, come to papa!"
Skinner began to sweat as Mulder's fingers caressed him to full erectness.
When Mulder's tongue came out to taste the precum at the slit, Skinner
groaned. Skinner was soon too far gone to contemplate how Mulder had become so
proficient at giving head when he supposedly had one homosexual encounter.
Suddenly Mulder deep throated him and Skinner nearly screamed. Mulder was like
liquid fire that consumed him and Skinner was nearly gone before Skinner
fought his orgasm with all that he had. "Oh God, Mulder," he groaned in
delight as Mulder's tongue did amazing things to the underside of his cock.
Mulder pulled off to announce, "Oh man, you taste so good."
He licked again at the head then ran up and down Skinner's pulsing cock then
swallowed him again like he was born sucking cock. Mulder wrapped his fingers
around the base and began to pump as he sucked and pulled his cock in and out
of his mouth. Skinner's smell and taste were sending shivers of delight
throughout Mulder and sending erectile signals to his own cock. Mulder did a
little shimmy, trying to allow more room for the bulge in his own pants. That
sent direct signals to Skinner and he groaned, "Oh God, I can't last, Mulder."
Mulder pulled off and Skinner cried out.
"Give it to me, big guy. I want it all," Mulder gasped out before he licked
the spongy head then swallowed it whole again. Skinner felt his balls creep up
and, with a gentle thrust into Mulder's mouth, Skinner roared out his release.
Mulder took it all and lovingly lapped up what remained. He pulled back and
looked up at a fully sated Skinner and smiled. He looked absolutely beautiful
to Mulder. Mulder tucked him in then zipped him up. Skinner finally was able
to move and he pulled Mulder to him and kissed him passionately. Skinner could
feel Mulder's bulge in his pants and his hand moved down to open Mulder's
pants but Mulder shook his head. "Oh no, Mr. I'm in charge. I want to perform
for you."
"Perform?"
"Oh, yes, my love."
And before Skinner could respond, Mulder pulled down his own zipper and took
out his cock. He was very long, longer than even Skinner. Skinner was grateful
Mulder didn't want him to go down on him. Mulder began to caress himself and
sighed, "See how big I am for you? You do this to me."
Mulder began to pump and stroke himself, loving that Skinner was watching him.
Skinner saw that Mulder was flushed with desire, his eyes shut, beginning to
sweat as he continually caressed his cock. Skinner wanted desperately to help
him, touch him, kiss him, but Mulder continued on his own. Mulder opened his
eyes to see Skinner looking down at his hand and his cock. It was almost too
much for Mulder. He never believed Skinner would ever be with him like this.
"Oh, Skinner," Mulder cried just before he came all over his fist and the
floor. Skinner bent and licked up the remaining cum from Mulder's cock. Mulder
sighed in contentment and pulled Skinner up and kissed him passionately. "That
was the best birthday present I've had in a long time."
Skinner stared at Mulder. "It is your birthday today?"
Mulder nodded and smiled. "Yes, but you gave me what I wanted."
Skinner pulled Mulder to him and kissed him thoroughly. "There's something
else I can give you, though."
Skinner's hands cupped Mulder's ass and pressed Mulder hard against him. "Oh
yes!"
Just then they heard the restroom outer door open and close. They looked at
each other and smiled, keeping their hands firmly wrapped around each other.
Luckily the owner of the footsteps stopped at the urinals and pissed, washed
his hands, then walked out. They both began to breathe at the same time and
laughed nervously.
"That was a close call."
Mulder nodded. "Let's leave this Popsicle stand, love."
"That's the second time you've-"
Mulder put his finger to Skinner's mouth. "Later."
They pulled their clothes together and tried to straighten each other out and
wiped up the evidence of their loving. They then left the stall, washed their
hands then walked out as if nothing had happened. Luckily, the place was
slowly emptying out and Skinner motioned to the waiter and paid for the dinner
with a credit card. They hurriedly left. Once in Skinner's car, Skinner pulled
Mulder to him and kissed him passionately.
"I can't wait to get you home, Mulder."
"I can't either, sir."
"Hmm-I think the sir can be dispensed with."
"Walter?"
"Much better." He pulled Mulder to him by the nape of his neck and kissed him
again, loving the strange flavor that was Mulder. Skinner ran his hands
through Mulder's hair and whispered against his mouth, "I love your hair,
Mulder."
Mulder smiled and returned the kiss enthusiastically, not wanting to reveal
his fetish too soon in case Skinner would freak. Skinner pulled away
reluctantly then said, "Let's go."
He pulled on his seatbelt, as did Mulder, then started the car. Mulder watched
Skinner, loving every movement he made. The power behind his movements could
be used quite well in what he had planned. Mulder smiled to himself, thinking
of all the things that would or could happen. Then his smile turned to an evil
grin, his hand snaked out and covered Skinner's crotch.
"Mulder. How do you expect me to drive like this?"
Mulder pressed himself closer to Skinner and purred, "I can't wait to get this
monster in me."
Skinner groaned. "If you don't stop, we won't make it back."
"Mom always said I was bad at keeping my hands to myself."
Skinner snorted, "Figures. Er, all the same, I would still like you to remove
your hand."
Mulder obliged and quipped, "You're the boss."
Skinner grinned, "You said it, lover boy."
Continued in Chapter 2
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