Title: Getting Some Rest II
Author: BelieverXX
E-mail: BelieverXX@aol.com
Category: Mulder/Skinner Slash Romance Angst
Rating: NC-17, (very) mild Bondage and Domination
Spoilers: Don't know but takes place right after Redux II
Summary: Here's what happened after the boys "got some rest" ;-)
Disclaimer: As much as I would like it but Mulder and Skinner don't
belong to me. They belong to Chris Carter, 1013, Fox and whoever
else. I just thought it would be nice if the two of them would have a
bit fun together. Anyway, no copyright infringement intended. If you
like to sue me, well my current account balance says DM -13,00. So,
please feel free to pay my debts.
!!! WARNING !!!
THIS STORY CONTAINS CONSENSUAL SEX BETWEEN TWO MEN. IF YOU CAN'T
HANDLE THIS OR YOU'RE UNDERAGED, TURN AROUND AND GO BACK NOW.
Well, this is the second part to my first attempt at fan fiction. I'm still
reading a lot of it but my mother tongue still isn't English.
So, please, be kind and don't rip me apart for any grammar, spelling or other
mistakes. Anyway, I hope you like the story and
would like to hear your comments on this one.
Thanks for reading it.
Katrin
Many thanks to my beta reader and friend Sani who encouraged me to go
on.
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Next morning
Skinner's Apartment
6:32 a.m.
Mulder awoke to the strange feeling of a warm body next to him. He
didn't open his eyes, just lay there with his head on Walter's chest.
He inhaled Skinner's musky scent and tightened his grip around his
waist.
"Hey, sleepyhead."
Mulder grunted and propped himself up on his elbow. He opened his
sleepy eyes and looked down into Walter's smiling face.
"Hey," he said, his voice rough from sleep. "How long have you been
awake?"
"Just a few minutes, really. How did you sleep?"
"Great. Haven't slept that long and good in a while. Well," he
smiled, "after all, I hadn't had such exhausting exercise for a
long time."
Walter didn't know what to say. He hadn't really thought about
Mulder's life outside the Bureau but he had always assumed that
Mulder had a lot of women to occupy his free time. But what exactly
did *he* know about Mulder? Not much, anyway. He cleared his throat
and changed the subject.
"Would you like breakfast? Or just coffee?"
Mulder scratched his chin and sat up on the bed. He looked back at
Walter.
"Breakfast sounds good. Would you mind if I used your..." He was
about to ask if he could use the shower but then remembered that
they had shared a shower last night, and now that he was fully
awake and remembered their situation, he didn't want to bring that
up. "..your bathroom?" he finished uneasy.
Skinner knew what had gone through Mulder's mind but wasn't about
to go there yet. He just got up from the bed and pulled on his
sweatpants.
"Go ahead. There should be a spare razor in the cabinet, too."
He turned and walked out of the room and down to the kitchen.
After having shaved and dressed, Mulder joined Skinner in the
kitchen. The smell of coffee and ham and eggs made him realize
how hungry he was. His stomach grumbled and Skinner looked up from
the pan he had been staring into.
"Sit down. Breakfast's almost ready."
Walter turned back to the pan and Mulder sat down on the kitchen
table. His eyes roamed over the strong muscles of Skinner's back
resting on his tight ass for a few moments. Taking a deep breath
Mulder tried to think of something to say but failed. He just didn't
know how to describe the mass of feelings floating through his body
and mind. If someone had told him week ago, hell a day ago, that
he would be sitting in the kitchen of his tight-ass, ex-marine boss
after spending a night of mind-blowing sex with the aforementioned
boss, he would have laughed his head off. Or would he? Well, he knew
he had been attracted to Skinner. But the thought of Skinner being
attracted to him - that had been totally unconceivable.
The problem now was that for Mulder it was more than just physical
attraction. He liked the way Skinner had treated him during the sex.
He could still feel the strong hand stroking his abdomen, soothing
him, when the invading finger had gotten a bit uncomfortable.
Skinner had been concerned about him all the while, always asking
how he was doing. In his miserable and lonely life there were only
two people who were concerned about his well being.
*Well, there are actually three: Scully, of course, now Walter and
Mrs. Scully*
He smiled at the thought of Mrs. Scully. During Scully's abduction,
he had come to get to know her a bit and he was grateful for the
strength she had given him. He liked her a lot and not for the first
time he realized that she was more of a mother to him than his own
mother.
Thinking of his own mother, his thoughts turned to his father. The
smile left his face and turned into a grimace of pain. He winced,
knowing what his father would think of him if he still were alive.
He would be ashamed of his son, even more than he had always been.
Mulder closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to get rid of his
father's face in front of his inner eye.
Walter had turned around a minute before, pan in his hand, ready
to shove half of it onto Mulder's plate. He had stopped in his
track, watching the emotions flow across the younger man's face.
The smile had pleased him but now he was concerned and afraid again.
Afraid that Mulder frowned because of the situation he had gotten
himself into and now didn't know how to get out of it.
*Damnit, Walter. Just ask him and get it over with. If he wants to
forget what has happened, well, you're gonna have to live with that,
aren't you? What else could you do. If you keep worrying your head
off, you're going to get a heart attack. So stop being such a
chicken shit.*
Skinner sighed and began to fill Mulder's and his own plate with
ham and eggs. He poured two mugs with the steaming coffee he had
brewed and got two forks from the counter. He gave one fork to
Mulder and finally sat down on the table opposite to Mulder.
They ate silently, both lost in their own thoughts. After a few
minutes Skinner put down his fork and looked at his agent.
"Ok, Mulder, we have two possibilities here: either we forget what
happened last night and go our separate ways or we try to find out
if there's more between us than just sexual attraction. It's your
choice, Mulder."
Mulder looked up from his breakfast and answered without hesitation.
"I could never forget what happened last night. And I hope you
can't either. But I don't know if it is wise to further pursue
what ever it is that is between us. I respect you and I'm attracted
to you and maybe there is more to that, but we still work for the
FBI and you know the regulations better than I do."
They both smiled at that understatement. Mulder's knowledge about
the regulations only contained that they are there to be broken,
at least it seemed to Skinner that way sometimes. Mulder got serious
again and continued.
"And it's not just about the FBI. I don't even want to think about
what the Consortium would do if they ever found out. It would put
you in danger, more than you're in now. It's hard enough to worry
about what they could do to Scully..."
He stopped when he saw Walter frowning.
"Does that mean that you and Scully.. I mean..."
Mulder interrupted him.
"No, we don't... I mean we aren't lovers. I love her but not that
way. And we never thought about crossing that line in our relation-
ship. Maybe at the beginning but then we got to know and trust each
other, so we became something better than lovers. She's my partner,
best friend and kind of my sister. But that's all."
Walter visibly relaxed. He had always wondered if his two agents
were more than just best friends and he was relieved to hear that
they were not. Especially after last night. Thinking of last night
brought back a smile to his face.
"I have to admit I'm glad to hear that. I like Scully but..."
*Ok, Walter here we go. Just say it."
"... I love you."
Mulder was speechless. He hadn't expected to hear those words from
Skinner. Hell, he had never expected to hear them from someone else
than Scully. He knew Scully meant them, but could he believe them
now. After all, this was his boss sitting in front of him. The same
boss that loved to chew him out for a bad field report or some cell
phone he had lost during a case. How could this man possibly love
him?
*He always acts as if I was the biggest pain in the ass that he has
ever had. How can he say he loves me? Oh god, I hope he means it.*
Mulder never really knew how to react to love, he had never learnt
that. Not with a father who'd rather yelled at his son and beat
him than talk to him and a mother who lived in her own world of
valium.
Walter waited patiently - at least he tried to. But then he couldn't
wait any longer and started to speak again.
"I don't expect you to say that you love me now. But I want you to
know that I really do love you. I have for some time now. I just
didn't realize it until the day I went to your apartment and looked
at that black bag that was supposed to hold your body in it."
He swallowed hard when the pain he had felt that day washed over
him again.
"When Scully told me it indeed was your body... I felt as if
something in me died at that moment."
They both sat in silence for a minute. Mulder wanted to apologize
for what he had put Skinner through but he still was shell-shocked
from Skinner's revelation of his feelings.
The silence almost drove Walter crazy. Mulder hadn't said anything
after he had admitted his love and he desperately wanted to know
what went on in Mulder's head.
*I hope I didn't scare him to death with that.*
"Please say something, Mulder."
Walter mentally winced at his pleading voice but couldn't help it.
Mulder took a shaky breath and swallowed hard. He studied his hands
which lay folded on the kitchen table for a moment and then looked
into the brown eyes of his boss.
"I'm sorry, Walter. I'm sorry for all the pain I've put you through.
And I'm sorry I didn't include you in my plans. I just thought it
would be better for you not to know. After all, you're an AD and I
didn't want to put your career at risk. You know that we could both
loose our jobs if you go on."
Skinner's fist connecting hard with the top of the kitchen table
interrupted him.
"Damnit, since when are you so rational. I don't care if I loose my
job. I like it but you're more important to me."
Matching Skinner's raised voice, Mulder yelled back.
"Walter, I care for you and I don't want you to hate me one day
because it was my fault that you lost your job."
"Stop it, Mulder, don't you dare try to blame yourself again. It's
my life and I want to spend it with you. So, the question's still
what do you want? I know what the X-Files mean to you."
Mulder calmed down and Walter had to concentrate when Mulder started
to whisper.
"I want to spend more time with you, too. I love you."
Skinner felt a weight lift off his heart and closed his eyes on a
sigh. He felt Mulder's hand on his own and opened his eyes to look
into soft hazel ones looking back at him. They intertwined their
fingers and rose from their seats. Walter pulled Mulder into an
embrace and, hands threaded through Mulder's dark hair, kissed the
younger man on the mouth. Mulder's lips parted and a hungry tongue
darted in. Their tongues duelled, gliding against each other, tasting.
Later in the afternoon
After they had spent the whole day in various stages of undress -
though they actually tried to get dressed a few times but never
quite made it - and in various rooms of Skinner's apartment, they
ended up on the couch in front of the tv, watching a basketball
game. Mulder was sprawled over Skinner, who leaned against the
back and the side of the couch, his arm across Mulder's back. He
smiled down at the younger man and drew lazy circles across his
back. Mulder was totally mesmerized by the game, but was
unconsciously stroking Skinner's chest.
Feeling Walter's gaze on him, he looked up and smiled back at the
smile that greeted him. He moved up and kissed Walter, gliding his
tongue over the lower lip and then along the jaw line up to the
ear. Encouraged by the other man's groans, he nipped at his earlobe
and trailed kisses down his neck to the collarbone. His hands
wandered under Walter's white tee shirt and massaged his chest.
Walter's hands wound into Mulder's hair and he arched his back to
get closer to Mulder's mouth and tongue which licked across his
already hardened nipples through his tee shirt. He sucked in a
breath as Mulder's teeth gently closed around his left nipple.
Mulder moved further down and pushed up Skinner's tee shirt. He
kissed and licked across the chest, his tongue darting into the
navel directing most of the blood in Walter's brain to the groin.
Mulder felt Walter hardening beneath him and kissed him through
the sweatpants, his hands rested on the waistband. He pulled down
the sweats and released Skinner's already leaking cock. He held the
base of the cock in his right hand while his tongue licked away
the pre-cum and swirled around the head.
When Mulder's mouth closed around the tip of his cock, it was all
Walter could do not to buck up hard and embed himself deeper in
that hot, wet mouth. He tried hard to remain still while the
younger man took in more of him and pressed his tongue against
the bottom of his cock. He was absolutely amazed that after spending
the day making love to Mulder, he could still get an erection,
though it wasn't as big as his first one last night.
Mulder had closed his eyes and was totally wrapped up in giving
Skinner pleasure. He still couldn't believe that it was him who
made Skinner writhe and moan beneath him, who could make him forget
everything around them and give himself up to his ministration.
Mulder's hand closed around Walter's balls and gently rolled them
in his hands. Then it wandered further down probing and penetrating
the tight ring of muscle.
Walter moaned and pushed against Mulder's finger, coaxing him to
enter another one. Mulder gladly obliged, never stopping the up
and down movement of his lips around Skinner's cock. He increased
the pressure on the cock and let his fingers brush against Walter's
prostrate, sending the older man over the edge.
Walter clutched his hands into Mulder's hair and screamed, shooting
his cum into Mulder's mouth. His whole body tensed up and then
slumped down on the couch, head hanging over one side.
Mulder opened his eyes and looked up into Skinner's blissful
glistening eyes and smiled. Skinner reached down and ruffled the
brown hair lovingly, stroked his jaw and wiped away a few drops
that had escaped his mouth.
"God, you're good at this."
His voice was hoarse and low. Mulder's smile transformed into a
smug grin.
"Thanks, you know I'm good at everything I do. Besides, I have to
make you get addicted to it."
"You want me to become a blow job addict? Sorry, you can't do that",
Skinner said with mock sadness, "you'd have to take permanent
residency under my desk or I wouldn't be able to get any work done
at all. And I don't thing you could work from under my desk."
"We could retire and spend the rest of our lives having sex all
day."
Skinner snorted.
"Yeah, right. And who do you think would pay our bills? Who's gonna
pay us for that?"
"Well, I know some companies that would. Of course, we'd have to
allow the camera team access to all the rooms, well, at least all
the rooms we have sex in."
Skinner threw back his head and laughed. Mulder grinned and marveled
at the difference between the hard-nosed boss he knew before
yesterday and the relaxed, good-natured man he's been spending the
last one and a half days with. Skinner shook his head and answered,
"Sorry, Mulder, I have to decline."
"You're no fun, Walter."
"Of course, I'm no fun, Mulder, I've got a reputation to lose",
Skinner growled.
Mulder smiled and tightened his hold on Skinner. A noise made both
men look down between them, not sure whose stomach was responsible.
Walter chuckled and said, "It seems that one of our bodies wants
to tell us something."
Mulder got up off the couch and Skinner and said, "Must have been
yours. I recognized that growl."
Walter slapped his butt and growled good-naturedly, "Smart-ass."
They rummaged through the kitchen in search of something remotely
edible but ended up ordering pizza. The rest of the day was spent
in front of the tv, eating pizza and chips and watching football.
Walter Skinner's apartment
12.52 a.m.
Mulder looked at his watch and sighed. *I'd better go home and try
to get at least one or two hours sleep before going to work.* He
glanced at the huge body of his boss laying asleep at the other end
of the couch.
*He looks so different without his glasses, younger somehow and
much less grumpy. Damn, we're in deep shit. How can we make this
work? And even worse, what am I going to tell Scully?*
He closed his eyes and tried to work through the various emotions
and thought in his body and mind but decided to postpone it till he
was at home on his own couch. He turned off the tv and carefully
disentangled his legs from Skinner's.
Upstairs in the master bedroom, he changed the sheets and then took
a quick shower. He'd been walking around in Walter's grey sweatpants
and a white tee shirt but now put on his crumpled suit leaving on
the white tee shirt under his dress shirt. To him it felt as if
Walter himself was wrapped around him and he didn't want to lose
the contact to his new lover.
End part 01