Author name: Bertie
Email: bertie45@altavista.com
Title: The morning after
Series: Possibilities series, Chapter 3
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: M/Sk
Category: PWP
Spoilers/warnings: no spoilers/major schmoop alert, WIP
Summary: More Skinner and Mulder in bed.
Note: This chapter is dedicated to my beta readers the Goddess Michele and Jo
B.
Possibilities: Chapter 3
The Morning After
by Bertie
Mulder rose in the night to use the bathroom. The sweet ache in his ass was
just right--he didn't want it to go away too soon. He thought briefly of Alex
and wondered if he was at home, then hoped that he wasn't, thinking that was
all he needed, Alex brooding over when he would come home. Mulder sighed, then
smiled when he remembered the big burly AD lying in the next room waiting for
him. The AD wouldn't push him away as much as Alex did after he returned from
his many nightly sojourns. He was still grinning when he left the bathroom and
snuggled up against the large bulk in the bed. Skinner pressed Mulder close to
him and the agent felt a rare but thoroughly welcome warm joy spread through
him. He easily drifted back to sleep.
When he awoke, there was sunlight glinting from the window. Skinner was still
asleep and his large arm was thrown over Mulder. Mulder picked up the beefy
hand and started nibbling on it, while he ran his hands up and down the hairs
covering the other man's arm.
Skinner mumbled in a sleepy voice, "Is that your way of asking for another
round?"
Mulder smiled. "Wouldn't mind it at all."
Skinner turned to look at Mulder's smiling face and decided he wanted a part
of that. He kissed Mulder gently then said, "Sure you think this old man's
good for it?"
Mulder's hand snaked down to grasp at the slow-rising erection. "I think so."
"I think so too."
He suddenly grabbed his agent forcefully and began kissing and caressing every
part of him. Mulder lay still, panting and quivering with desire, letting the
larger man have all the control.
But when Skinner's tongue began lapping at the head of his penis, Mulder
whined, "It hurts."
Skinner stopped immediately. "What?"
"My cock hurts. It can't take any more pleasing. It thinks its on vacation."
Skinner snorted. "Right. Turn around, boy."
Mulder obliged and tucked his legs under him, liking this position. He nearly
cried out when he felt Skinner's thick finger caress over his anus.
"You sure this is what you want?" Skinner's voice was low and husky.
"Oh, yeah," Mulder mumbled into the pillow.
Mulder gasped when he felt a slick finger slide into him. Then another was
added, preparing him. By the third finger, Mulder was pushing back into the
thrusting hand, wanting more.
"C'mon give it to me," he gasped out, wanting to feel Skinner's cock in him.
He heard the plastic being ripped open, then felt the tip resting on his
opening. He groaned out, "Sometime today!"
With that, the AD pushed straight into Mulder. The younger man tensed up at
the pain but was immediately distracted by Skinner's cock brushing slowly over
his prostate.
"Oh yeah, like that."
In no time Skinner was thrusting into his agent, caressing his back, soothing
him.
"You have a very sweet ass, Mulder."
Mulder couldn't have cared less; he was awash in sensation, hips bucking
convulsively, matching Skinner thrust for thrust, groaning out insensibly.
Skinner grabbed Mulder's bouncing hips for leverage and to
steady himself.
"Not so fast, my boy."
With that Skinner leaned forward, resting some of his weight onto Mulder. He
reached around and grasped Mulder's cock and slowly jerked him as he thrust
using only his hips and ass. Mulder was gasping for breath, loving the feel of
the larger man's weight on him. The AD's other hand came around and began
pinching and pulling on a very tight nipple. Mulder cried out, "Fuck, yess!"
Mulder's anal muscles gripped Skinner's thrusting cock as he came all over his
chest, the bed and Skinner's hand. Skinner thrust a few more times before he
cried out his own release, then fell like an unstrung puppet on to the younger
man. After a moment to catch his breath, he pulled away, letting Mulder
breathe a little easier.
"That was amazing," Mulder managed, still breathing quickly.
The older man sat up and groaned, "Maybe I am getting too old for this." He
pulled off the condom and sighed, "Let's take a shower and then eat."
Mulder rose a little stiffly and smiled. "Come on, old man. I'll wash your
back for you."
"Old man? I think I can manage to rough you up, boy."
Mulder grinned. "Oh no, you need to save your energy for later."
Skinner returned the grin. "OK."
He rose and pulled Mulder against him, kissing him soundly. Mulder wrapped his
arms around the big man and sighed in contentment.
They took a thorough shower, having fun washing each other's bodies then
Skinner pulled Mulder to him and whispered, "Maybe later you can do me."
Mulder stared into the AD's sincere brown eyes. "You really want me to fuck
you?"
"Oh yeah."
Mulder's heart skipped a beat. Alex never would have suggested that Mulder
fuck him.
After the shower they pulled on some sweats, Skinner letting Mulder borrow an
old pair of his. He laughed at the way they practically fell off Mulder.
"What do you like, Mulder?"
"Anything you got, Walter."
"I meant breakfast."
"Oh, I usually don't eat breakfast. Juice and toast will do me."
Skinner shook his head.
"Uh-uh, I am going to make you a typical Skinner breakfast--the whole
thing--grits, eggs and sausage."
"Ugh, I don't think my arteries can take that."
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you need to carb out,
especially you with your frenetic energy."
"All those carbs will slow me down."
"That's good, then I can catch up to you."
Mulder sighed. "Ok Chef. Cook away."
Mulder watched fascinated while his boss cooked breakfast. He knew he would
pay for indulging his appetite to this extreme, and he silently decided that
he would simply not eat anything afterwards. He watched as Skinner ate his
breakfast with enthusiasm, then slowly ate some of the grits himself and as
little of the eggs and sausage as he could not wanting to appear ungrateful,
but knowing that his body was simply not used to this sort of food.
"You trying to fatten me up?"
"Oh yes, all the better to eat you."
Mulder grinned. "Why didn't you say so."
"C'mere."
"Yes'm'boss."
Skinner pulled his chair out so Mulder could sit comfortably in his lap.
Mulder straddled Skinner's lap, their crotches lined up perfectly. When he
attached his lips to Skinner's, they practically slid off.
"You're greasy." He complained good-naturedly.
"Good, no need for lube."
"Oh, no you don't- anyway I get to top you this time."
Walter made a play for Mulder's neck while the younger man slid out of
Skinner's arms to grab a paper towel.
"Let me clean your face like a good little boy."
Walter laughed.
"I haven't had my face washed since I was in grade school, Mulder."
"Well, no time like the present to get reacquainted with old customs."
Skinner sat still as Mulder wiped his mouth, enjoying the feel of his lover's
fingers brushing across his mouth. Mulder leaned forward and kissed the now
properly cleaned lips, moistening them with his tongue, still tasting
something wild and smoky on them and deciding he liked it.
"Much better."
"Now come back here where you belong." The surly growl which usually had
Mulder cowed in the office only made him grin in the kitchen.
"'Kay"
Mulder re-straddled Skinner's lap and they kissed until they had to pull apart
to breathe.
Skinner's hands grasped Mulder's ass and groaned, "I think we need to take
this upstairs. I am much too old to do this in the kitchen."
Mulder kissed Skinner's neck and sighed. "OK, old man, but you have to catch
me."
With that Mulder leaped off Skinner's lap and proceeded to run up the stairs
to Skinner's bedroom. Halfway up the stairs, the oversized sweats started to
fall from the jogging motion and he nearly tripped and fell on his face, just
catching himself in time.
"Fuck."
Walter laughed and slapped Mulder's rear, which was temptingly thrust out of
the sweats.
"Carbs aren't the only thing slowing you down, I see."
Mulder stood up as dignified as he could and pulled up his sweats.
"No fair! I didn't know I was going to spend the night, otherwise I'd have
brought my own sweats." He quickly glanced down at himself, then gave Skinner
a non-plussed look that made the other man laugh.
"See, now no wood- you're gonna have to work extra hard to bring me back up,
big boy."
Skinner stepped up to Mulder; their mouths lined up closely.
"Oh, I think that won't be too hard, agent."
He pressed his lips to Mulder's and thrust his tongue in. Mulder pulled away a
moment later and gasped, "I'm not that easy."
Skinner laughed. "Uh huh. That's why your face is flushed, your pupils are
dilated and you're lips are swollen."
"Hey, I 'm not the one who's made of iron, Slugger."
"Where'd you find out about my boxing name?"
"Oops."
Mulder ran up the rest of the stairs, clutching his sweats tightly.
"Get back here."
"I told you to catch me."
Skinner sighed. Refusing to run, he walked up the steps slowly. When he
entered his bedroom he found Mulder sprawled out in all his naked glory on the
bed.
"No sweats to trip on."
"I see."
"So, whatcha--"
Skinner leaped down on top of Mulder.
"Ah!" Mulder cried out as 200 pounds of prime beef fell on top of him.
"I caught you."
Mulder laughed. "Yeah, I can't move, you probably broke some bones, punctured
some major organs..."
"Keep that up and I think I might go for it."
"...flattened my lungs out..."
A tongue thrusting down his throat rudely interrupted Mulder's tirade, and he
didn't mind a bit.
"I think you are seriously trying to kill me," Mulder managed to gasp out when
he pulled away.
"No, I just want you pliant so you won't run away from me."
"I don't think that's possible...could you, er, move please?"
"I'll think about it."
Skinner's mouth trailed down and started half biting, half-sucking on Mulder's
neck.
"Oh god! You're marking me aren't you?"
"You're mine, Mulder. All mine." His tone of voice made Mulder shiver.
'Great all I need is something for Alex to see,' Mulder groaned to himself.
"Hey I think it's my turn to explore," Mulder said aloud.
"Your birthday was yesterday."
"And your point is?"
Skinner reluctantly pulled away and lay flat beside Mulder. With a wriggle,
Mulder lay fully on top of Skinner.
"Now see how you like it."
"I like it just fine, Mulder."
Mulder bounced and Skinner "oomphed" as his lover knocked the breath out of
him. With a loud smack, Skinner's hand landed on Mulder's bare bottom.
"Keep still," growled Skinner.
"Mmm, I love it when you growl like that."
They kissed, and for awhile Mulder lay still until his hands ached to explore,
and he stroked them up and down Skinner's muscular chest, tweaking the nipples
until Skinner groaned against Mulder's lips, then his mouth took over and
Skinner was arching his back into the pleasure. Skinner ran his hands through
Mulder's hair, loving the silky feel of it. His hands followed Mulder's head
as he continued his oral exploring downward. When Mulder's mouth touched the
base of the AD's cock, Mulder felt Skinner's breath begin to hitch. Mulder
nuzzled with his nose at the hair. Mulder loved every bit of Skinner's hairy
body. He wanted to explore it for hours and not miss out on a single hair.
Skinner pushed at Mulder's head, telling him non-verbally to move on. Mulder
sighed, his warm breath sending a shiver of delight straight down Skinner's
cock. Mulder followed that shiver up the heavy cock to the leaking head and
swallowed it down as best he could.
Skinner groaned out, "'Bout time!"
Mulder ignored him and continued tasting, licking and sucking. Skinner felt
like he was being mauled by a rambunctious tiger that wanted to play with its
food before devouring it. Mulder pulled off abruptly and Skinner nearly
bellowed in agony. Mulder's tongue found Skinner's balls and began to spend
endless time there while Skinner's hands gripped the sheet in frustrated
desire.
"Mulder..." he gasped out, trying to convey his impeding orgasm. Mulder
reluctantly moved southward from the tasty, hairy balls down the perineum to
the crack that lead to Skinner's hole.
"W-wait, Mulder, don't you--"
Mulder's tongue thrust into Skinner's hole, tasting every bit of Skinner his
tongue could get to.
"I think now is the time for some lube," Skinner groaned.
Mulder moved away and went in search of the lube and a condom. Items found, he
turned back to the bed, looked down at the amazingly taut body of his boss and
nearly dropped everything.
"Oh god, Walter. You look so fucking hot!"
Skinner managed a slight smile. "You're not so bad yourself."
"I think I need to take a picture."
"Oh no you don't, agent, get over here and finish what you started!"
With a smirk, Mulder replied, "Yes, sir!"
Lubing his fingers well, he softly caressed the outside of Skinner's puckered
hole. Skinner began to relax a bit. He was not about to tell Mulder that he
was a virgin. A 46-year-old virgin never reveals such things.
"Oh Walter, you're so tight. It's going to be s-o-o good!"
Mulder was careful not to touch Skinner's prostate, knowing how close Skinner
was. When the first finger breached his anus, Skinner winced and Mulder sighed
out, "Relax, big guy, it only hurts a little bit."
"Yeah right," mumbled Skinner under his breath. Mulder distracted Skinner by
kissing his hairy leg. Skinner knew whom the distraction was for; it was as
much for Mulder's benefit as his own. Mulder's tongue ran straight down the
hairy leg to where his fingers were thrusting in and out of Skinner's hole. He
pulled out of Skinner and grabbed the bit of plastic and ripped it open with
his teeth.
Skinner then remembered how long Mulder was when fully aroused and nearly
leapt off the bed when he felt the gloved end of Mulder's cock against his
hole. Mulder's hands ran up and down Skinner's thighs and pushed the big AD's
legs up against his body. Skinner grabbed his legs and held himself.
Mulder went very slow, sensing the tenseness in the big man. Skinner grunted
when Mulder pushed himself all the way inside, loving the tight hold that
Skinner's body had on his cock. He desperately wanted to thrust but he steeled
himself to go slow, allowing Skinner to adjust to being filled. Mulder saw
that Skinner's cock had deflated a little so he ran his cock against Skinner's
prostate in a way he knew he liked himself as he slowly edged back out and
Skinner moaned.
"Oh god, I forgot about that!"
"You like that?"
"Oh yes."
Mulder entered again slowly, until Skinner seemed looser, then he pulled out a
little faster and rushed back in harder. Skinner began to groan with each
thrust and Mulder began to pant, loving to thrust in and out of the tight
heat.
In no time at all the only sounds were Skinner's grunts, Mulder's pants and
the slap of the younger man's balls against the older man's flesh. Mulder
grabbed Skinner's cock and began to pump it as he sensed his nearness to
ejaculation, wanting the AD to cum first. With just the right angle Mulder
thrust hard against the big man's prostate and sent him crying out his
release, squirting all over Mulder's hand and his own chest. When the big
man's muscles clamped down on Mulder's cock, he cried out, "Oh shit!"
The tight grip on his cock was threatening to squeeze his cock flat, he
thought, but he felt himself cum in the condom. With relief, he fell flat on
top of Skinner who lay panting, trying to catch his breath. Skinner wrapped
his arms around the panting Mulder, pressed his lips to his sweaty brow and
whispered, "That was one hell of a ride, Mulder."
Mulder smiled and just lay in a post-coital daze, waiting to get his strength
back. He couldn't help but think of Alex and what amazing sex they could have
if Alex wasn't always insisting on being the top. Then he dismissed Alex from
his thoughts, not wanting to ruin his fuck high, and dropped off into a light
slumber, feeling his lover's breathing deepen under him as he did the same.
Continued in Chapter 4
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