From: "Jadzia" Date: Tue, 9 Mar 1999 20:41:16 +0100 Subject: Christmas Title: Christmas Author: Jadzia E-mail address: gdukat@geocities.com Rating: NC-17 Category: S Spoilers: none Keywords: Slash, Mulder/Skinner Summary: The first of the Jadzia - Blue Mohairbear - Challenges: Mulder and Skinner in the sauna... Author's notes: Well, this is the fault of our challenge - goddesses, Aries, Nicole and Ori (now known as the Trio infernale) and Blue Mohairbear wanted Mulder and Skinner having sex in the sauna... Thanks to Vicky for important help with my briefcase - portfolio - confusion :-) Homepage: http://members.theglobe.com/ratboyx ******************* CHRISTMAS by Jadzia ******************* "Did you cancel the appointment at five, Kimberly?" Assistant Director Walter Skinner asked, popping his head out of his office - door. "No problem, sir. I could delay it until next Thursday." "Good!" he said, smiling. He nodded to Scully, who was standing at the secretary's desk, chatting with Kimberly. Kimberly winked at her and said, "He'll get his sauna installed today." "His sauna?" Scully asked incredulously, lifting one eyebrow. "Yep. He -"Kimberly started, but silenced suddenly as the office - door opened again and Skinner strode out, putting on his trenchcoat. "Still here, Scully?" he asked cheerfully, taking a few files out of his portfolio and laying them down on Kimberly's desk. "Um...I'm on my way home, sir..." "Fine! See you tomorrow!" and he went out of the door, starting to whistle. Whistling? AD Skinner? Both women stared at the closed door for a few seconds. At last, Scully said, "Well, maybe I should get a sauna, too. Could be good for my mood." ******************* Still whistling, Skinner entered the underground car park. Going towards his car, he heard another car being started. At least the owner tried, but from the sputtering sound Skinner could say that it was probably hopeless. As he passed by the car, he saw it was Fox Mulder's. The agent slammed his hands against the wheel, obviously angry. Skinner thought wryly. He waited patiently while Mulder got out of his car, closing the door not too gently. "Guess I'll have to take a cab," he muttered, sulking. Skinner thought, shoving the thought far away into the little Mulder - corner somewhere in his head. It was constantly getting bigger and harder to ignore, though. "Not necessary, Agent Mulder," he replied instead. "I can give you a ride." Mulder looked surprised. "Thanks, sir. That'd be nice." He gave the AD a somewhat diffident smile. They went to Skinner's car, the AD thinking about how seldom he got to see this smile in the last weeks and months. Not to speak of a real smile. Back into the Mulder - corner. They got into the car and Skinner pulled the car out of the parking lot and on their way to Mulder's apartment. The silence stretched between them, becoming uncomfortable. "So, what are you planning for Christmas?" Skinner said finally. "Oh," Mulder said, startled out of his thoughts, "Nothing, actually. Watch a few videos probably..." He gave the AD a mischievous smile. "Um...I always presumed you'd celebrate with your family," Skinner said quietly, somehow at a loss for words. "I don't think I'm welcome there...and I don't like Christmas anyway." he added, as he saw the AD's concerned look. "I'm sorry," Skinner murmured, throwing him a quick side - glance. "I didn't want to get so personal." "No problem." Mulder muttered, turning to look out of the side - window. Skinner took that as a sign to not ask him anything more and they didn't talk again until they reached Mulder's apartment - complex. The agent looked at Skinner, saying ,"Thanks for the ride, sir." "No problem, Agent Mulder. See you tomorrow." Skinner replied. He watched Mulder for a few seconds, missing the forceful drive the agent showed normally. Skinner thought before he realized he had to hurry to get home before the craftsmen arrived. ******************* A few hours later, Skinner sat in his sauna, enjoying the hot steam. For the first time since he didn't know when, he could let his thoughts flow, free to follow them wherever they should go. And he knew where they would lead him. Normally, he would only allow himself this luxury under the shower - and for these few minutes it wasn't too difficult to keep some places of his consciousness safely locked. But now - It felt too good to relax and just let go. He sighed and stretched himself to lay more comfortably on the wooden bench. He knew exactly what, or better who, would occupy his thoughts if he let his defences slip just a little bit. He had to think about it. Should have done for a long time. But now he finally had the time. He took a deep breath and mentally unlocked the thoughts he had hidden deep within, let them flood over him, sighing with relief. Only in rare moments like this did he realize how rigid his mental control was and what a strain he put on himself. In front of his inner eye, he saw Fox Mulder. It was always him, since the first time he had seen him years ago. Skinner had never seen a man with his beauty. He hadn't even connected beauty with men before. Mulder was beautiful. Skinner took his time to revel in the images his mind provided him, inch by inch. He loved Mulder's eyes. Mysterious like the man himself. At first he had thought they were hazel, but soon he had discovered this mystical shade of green that could disguise so well. Sometimes, in the few unguarded moments when Mulder let his defenses slip, Skinner could see deep emotions flicker through these eyes, so that he sometimes thought they were really the window to his soul. He cherished those seconds more than anything else. His lips. Now that was bad. Sometimes, when Skinner was talking to Mulder, he found himself concentrating on this lush mouth, and that would almost always cause a problem which forced him not to stand up during his meetings. Gratefully he wasn't in a meeting now, and let himself enjoy the arousal that flooded over him. His hands roamed over his body, and he was only faintly surprised as he noticed that he was fully erect after thinking of Mulder in these little speedos. He imagined Mulder's hands on his body, his mouth on his nipples, his eyes smiling. Skinner's breath became ragged as his hands moved to his cock, teasing the head and rubbing the precum around the tip. He saw Mulder kissing down his belly until he reached his cock, smiled at him beautifully and swallowed him whole, making Skinner groan. He worked himself mercilessly now, steadily approaching release, as he imagined Fox's mouth around him. With a last stroke he arched his back and came in long spurts, moaning helplessly. Despite the heat he shivered, and after a few minutes he got out of the sauna, grabbed his robe and walked upstairs. He had a big problem. ******************* He had told him the truth. He didn't like Christmas indeed. But he didn't take it as easy as he wanted Skinner to believe. Sometimes, in weak moments, he dreamt of Christmas as he wanted it to be. Days full of love and warmth. Stability. A little something bought especially for him. And especially a Christmas *with* someone, not lonely as in the former years. Every year, Scully asked him if he wanted to celebrate with her and her family, and every year he said no. It wouldn't have been the same. Sleeping in a bed. Not alone. Someone's arms around him. Safe. No nightmares. He sighed. Well, maybe in a few years. He didn't like to think about it, it made him even more depressive than usual. Normally he tried to simply repress the celebration, but Skinner's question had made him think again. He wondered how Skinner spent Christmas. Probably with his brother, he remembered. He thought about Skinner often. The man provided an air of strength, calmness and authority that made him feel secure. And he bet he had a great body, too. ******************* A week later. He had thought this over and over for *days* now. Starting with , ending with . He, Scully and Mulder had just discussed the latest reports. Scully was already out of the door as he asked, "Do you have a minute, Agent Mulder?" "Yes, of course," Mulder replied, and, to Scully, "See you in the office after that." He closed the door and sat down again. Skinner stood and went around the table. Slowly, he sat down on the chair opposite Mulder, who wondered what the hell he had done wrong this time. "Agent Mulder," Skinner stated quietly, carefully searching for the words he had tried to find throughout the last few days, "this has nothing to do with work. What I mean is, you needn't feel forced to agree or anything." He looked at Mulder, seeing the curiosity in his eyes. "I've thought about Christmas. Normally, I celebrate with my brother, but his parents - in - law have invited him and his wife to Hawaii. I've already bought everything for dinner -" Realizing how that must sound to Mulder, he added hastily, " - and, I hate to be alone at Christmas." Was the truth anyway. "So - I wondered if you'd like to spent the time together." Mulder sat there and seemed to be thoroughly dumbfounded. Just as Skinner was sure he would ask him what the hell he was thinking, he saw a slow smile building on Mulder's face. "One condition, sir." He just raised one eyebrow. "I get to choose the videos." Skinner had to bite his cheek to keep himself from grinning goofy. "No problem." "Thank you very much, sir. When shall I be there?" "Would six be okay?" "Absolutely, I'll be there. I take it that that was all?" Mulder asked, still smiling. Skinner decided that that smile alone had been worth it and replied, "Yes, that was all." although he was tempted to think of something to make Mulder stay there and smile at him just a little bit longer. ******************* *Whoa.* That had certainly been a surprise. Big time. He smiled as he thought about Skinner's uneasiness as he'd told him he'd had bought dinner already, and the quick remark after that. Mulder had sensed that he had been genuine. It was amusing nonetheless. He even answered Scully's "Merry Christmas" with a cheerful one of his own, which earned him a look that was silently questioning his sanity. He chuckled. So, he had to get the videos, something for dinner, a bottle of wine maybe, and, most important, a present for his host. He had thought about it the entire day, but now he believed he had a quite good idea. ******************* He liked the store, and he always bought his ties here. Unless he found something absolutely irresistible elsewhere, of course. He smiled at the shop - attendant, who noticed him immediately. "Same as usual, Mr. Mulder?" she asked, returning the smile. "Not quite," Mulder said, following the blonde to her desk. He noticed she had cut her hair even shorter than last time and liked it. "I need something...tasty." The assistant smiled widely. "Now that's a change. You're sure?" "Absolutely. It's not for me, it's a present." "Okay. I'll show you a few." Turning to the shelves, she thought Mulder noted her appreciative gaze and liked it. Surprised he noticed that it was Christmas and he was feeling *good*, flirting with his favorite shop - attendant. He watched her slim form disappear behind the shelves and come back with six ties. He looked at them. and looked at her with clueless eyes. She chuckled and asked, "So, for whom is it?" "My boss." "Hm. What is he like? Stylish?" Clueless look and chuckle again. "Okay...what kind of bag does he have? For the office, I mean? Briefcase or portfolio?" she asked, obviously still enjoying his lower lip. "Portfolio." he answered incredulously. "Stylish." she said satisfied. "This one." "Uhm...okay." he said, gazing at her admiringly. "Could you wrap it for me?" "Of course, Mr. Mulder," she said lightly. He left the shop, cheerfully whistling a Christmas - song. ******************* Skinner surveyed the living - room. The tree was decorated, the dinner - table set, and Mulder's present was perfectly wrapped. He sighed as he thought of it: It was a book by a well - known UFO - scientologist, not even released, but already sold out. He had heard Mulder complaining to Scully over not getting one two weeks ago. So he had called a friend who worked for the right publisher, and after nearly an hour use of his persuasive skills he had promised to get a copy, God knows how. Skinner smiled. He believed Mulder would appreciate it. The door - bell rang. He let Mulder in. Like himself, the agent wore jeans and a T-shirt, and Skinner couldn't fail to notice that they hugged him in all the right places. He missed that Mulder's gaze was at least as appreciative as his. "Good evening, sir." Mulder said, smiling. "Good evening, Agent Mulder," Skinner smiled back and gestured him in. "And please - no "sir" at Christmas." "Okay. And no "Agent" - uh, Walter." "No problem, Mulder," Skinner grinned, and Mulder found himself staring at him. "Why don't you sit down...dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Do you want a beer? Or something else?" Skinner asked while going into the kitchen. "A beer would be fine, thanks." Mulder replied, sitting down on the couch. He looked at the Christmas - tree and had to think about for how many years he hadn't got one. He didn't hear Skinner coming back, bringing bottles and glasses with him. "Mulder? Is something wrong?" he asked softly; not at all his office - growl, Mulder noticed. "No," Mulder said just as quiet. "I just wondered how many years I haven't had a Christmas - tree..." "And? You like this one?" Skinner asked, sipping his beer. "Oh, yes. It's beautiful," Mulder replied, smiling again. He took a big swallow of his beer and said, "I brought wine for dinner." "Great," Skinner smiled back. "Why don't you put it on the table, dinner should be ready now." They both stood, Skinner walking into the kitchen, Mulder to his bag to retrieve the wine. "Wow, that smiles delicious!" Mulder called out , capturing the first smells of the dinner flooding out of the kitchen as he opened the bottle. "Well, I hope it tastes just as good." Skinner replied, coming out of the kitchen, a tray with several bowls in his hands. They both sat down, getting their food and wine. They ate in companionable silence, until Mulder looked up and smiled suddenly. Skinner's heart skipped a beat, seeing Mulder's face and eyes lighten up with genuine happiness. He hadn't ever seen him smile like this before. "Walter, that's amazing, really." "Uhm, thanks...it's a recipe of my mother." He caught a last glimpse of that smile before he cast his eyes away to look at his plate. He had to swallow hard before he could continue eating. he thought, but he couldn't help himself. Since Sharon, he had been alone at Christmas or celebrating with his brother. Although it was his family, he had always felt a little estranged, he had been a guest, it hadn't been *his* Christmas. His normally strong built defenses became weak as he looked at Mulder, sitting opposite him, smiling, looking so *right* there with him. He felt a dangerous want to tell him everything. That he wanted someone in his life. No, not someone. *Him*. That he had been his weak spot since he first saw him. These eyes. That mouth. This intelligence, this quick mind. This passion. He wanted this passion to be for him, not only for Mulder's cases. A concerned voice found its way through the fog of his thoughts. "Walter? Is everything allright?" "Yeah...yeah, sure." he said, trying to give him a weak smile. Which didn't work of course. Skinner sighed inwardly. Time for this psychology - training to kick in. "Umh...if you'd rather be alone...that's no problem." Mulder said quietly, his eyes betraying his disappointment. "No," Skinner said softly, forcing himself to look Mulder straight in the eye. "No, please stay." Mulder exhaled slowly and murmured, "Okay." before returning his attention to his plate again. They finished their meal without much talking and moved over to the couch. Sipping his wine, Mulder said, "Walter...I want to tell you how much I appreciate this - I..." He took a deep breath, and Skinner could see that this was obviously not easy for him. "I can't remember a happy Christmas after - after my sister's abduction. Sometimes I have been with friends, but ...I don't know how to say it, it didn't feel right." Skinner smiled suddenly, shaking his head in wonder. Mulder looked at him questioningly, and he just said, "I know." He got a little surprised smile from Mulder. "Well, it doesn't feel like it now. I just wanted you to know..." He was suddenly at a loss of words. "Thanks," Skinner murmured. "I feel the same. That's good, I guess." To loosen up the situation, he asked lightly, "So, what videos did you bring?" Mulder played along and replied smiling, "I got "Scrooged" and "Joe's Apartment"." "I heard about "Scrooged"...it's that modern version of "A Christmas Carol", isn't it?" "Yeah," Mulder pointed out, "it's really funny. I love the Ghost of Christmas Present...especially the toaster - scene..." he chuckled. "And what's "Joe's Apartment" about?" Mulder's grin told Skinner that this was going to be a good one. "It's about singing cockroaches." Skinner just stared. Mulder's grin turned into a smirk. "Well, Mulder..." "Hey, we agreed the videos were my choice!" The smirk was still there, and Skinner found it more adorable with each moment. Suddenly it faded and made place for the common Mulder - unsureness. "Or - would you like to do something different?" "No," he said and added, joking, "although I didn't make it to the sauna today..." "Ah, I wanted to ask you about it - Scully told me you had one installed...is it working okay?" Mulder asked interested. "Yes, it's working great...very relaxing after work..." Skinner told him, and before he could stop it, he asked, "You want to try?" Mulder looked at him, asking surprised, "Really?" "Yeah, no problem." The Agent chuckled. "Sauna at Christmas...that's a new one." Skinner smiled. "I could go down and heat it up, and we could start watching "Scrooged" until it's ready...and watch the rest after it." "Great!" Mulder smiled back. "I'll get the tape ready." ******************* end part1 ******************* ******************* ******************* Skinner came back into the room and thought of the present he had got for Mulder. Maybe now would be a good moment to give it to him, before he got a look at Mulder as good as naked and embarrassed himself so he wouldn't be able to look at himself in a mirror afterwards. Let alone talk to Mulder or give him a present. He took the present out of the drawer next to the TV and gave it to Mulder. "Here...I got a little something for you...Merry Christmas." Mulder returned his smile, giving him the wrapped tie. "Merry Christmas. That's for you." Skinner sat down on the couch and watched Mulder unwrap his present. he thought, and it made him smile again. Mulder got the book in his hands and stared at it for a moment. The smile Skinner had admired earlier swept his features again, lightening up his whole face. "Thanks," he said, looking at Skinner, "that's really great, I tried to get one , but they were already sold out..." "I know," Skinner grinned, happy about the joy Mulder showed. "That's terrific...thank you so much..." Noticing the still wrapped package in Skinner's hands, he asked, "So what's with yours?" Skinner started to unwrap and stared at the tie in mock disbelief. Mulder couldn't help but chuckle, the expression in Skinner's face was to die for. "Um, Mulder...thanks a lot, it's really *nice*...what should I say, I didn't think you had it in you..." Mulder laughed out loud, and Skinner joined him a few seconds later. This was just *too* good. "Now, tell me, Mulder," he said, gasping for breath, "if you're obviously able to pick out *nice* ties, why are you always wearing...these...these *things*, for Gods sake?" Mulder, still laughing, answered, "I have to take care of my image...the Paisley - monster, y'know..." Both of them burst out laughing again, until Mulder admitted, "Besides, I had a little help from the shop - assistant." Skinner still chuckled, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I tell you, *nobody* will believe me that you bought this one, *no-bo-dy*. What about some beer to the video, by the way?" "That'd be great." Mulder said, grinning and trying to calm down. ******************* About an hour later, they got changed for the sauna, each of them only wearing a towel around their waist. Walter stood from the sofa and led the way down to the basement as soon as Mulder emerged from the bathroom. He wanted to keep himself from staring, but the short glimpse he got of Mulder's bare chest was enough to sent shivers down his spine. Skinner began to think that the sauna hadn't really been a good idea. Fox followed Walter downstairs, admiring the broad - muscled back...and these arms...and he was sure Skinner's butt would look just as good. He smiled. They settled down in the sauna, laying down on the two opposite benches. Skinner watched as Fox laid down on his back, sighing with pleasure as he relaxed his muscles and let the heat engulf him. It sounded exactly like Walter imagined...but in his dreams, he would be causing these little sounds, not the heat. He felt a familiar stirring in his groin and moved his left leg, so that Mulder hopefully wasn't able to watch his effect on him. Just a second later Fox moved his head so he could look at Skinner. He shot him an irresistible smile and said quietly, "That's wonderful. I haven't been in a sauna for an eternity...and I didn't even know what I was missing." Walter smiled back at him. "Yeah...I try to be here twice a week...it's so relaxing..." Mulder still smiled that smile, and again Skinner thought that it couldn't be so hard and so wrong to tell him how he felt. It was difficult to keep any kind of distance, when the object of his desires lay sprawled only a few meters beside him. He sighed. "Something wrong?" he heard Fox asking, and saw him looking concerned in his direction. "No, everything's fine," he said, trying to smile. He didn't know what to feel; at one moment, he was happy and excited to have Mulder here like this, to be able to talk to him privately, to look at him hardly wearing anything, and the next second he found it unbearable to be forced to act like the AD, allowing a little privacy, but nevertheless always in charge. It hurt. Mulder sat on his bench and looked at him thoughtfully. For a moment, Skinner held his gaze, but as he felt that he wouldn't be able to keep himself from drowning in the sparkling green pools he closed his eyes almost violently and turned his head to look at the wall. So what if he told Mulder? He could reject him. But...was that really a reason not to ask? If Fox felt the same - how would they handle it? At work? Should they tell their families, their friends? Skinner noticed that he wouldn't ask many of these questions if he were in love with a woman. That was ridiculous. Walter turned his head again, meeting Mulder's gaze. "I'd like to turn the temperature up a bit...that okay with you?" "Yeah, fine." Mulder agreed, watching him as he raised gracefully and went outside. Fox sighed and wondered what took Walter so long. He had noticed Skinner seemed to feel uncomfortable at some times, when at other moments he was relaxed and obviously enjoying his company. He was just remembering the things he had said and done in order to determine if he had maybe done something wrong, as Skinner came back in. Walter headed back to his bench, but suddenly he turned and stood in front of Mulder, a determined look on his face. "Mulder, I've got to tell you something." he said, avoiding Fox's eyes, the shaking in his voice betraying his nervousness. "Why don't you sit down?" Mulder asked, indicating the free spot beside him. Walter sat, still refusing to look at him, his hands moving restlessly as he searched for words. "I know I shouldn't tell you because of our working relationship and all, but..." he started quietly, still staring at his hands. "Walter?", in a soft voice, just like in his dreams, "Look at me?" He didn't want to, but the gentle words made his head turn, and he looked into Mulder's eyes again, seeing hope and affection glimmer in that maddening green. Mulder gazed at him intently, seeing Walter's emotions flicker through his eyes, and slowly a shy smile curled up in his face. He reached out one hand and tenderly cupped one of Skinner's, keeping it still. "Why...", Mulder had to lick his suddenly dry lips, "Why didn't you say anything?" "I don't know...because I'm your boss...and because I'm not so used to falling in love with a man..." Mulder's face lit up at Walter's choice of words, and he asked, "But that's not the first time, is it?" Skinner gave him a little smile. "No...but it was an awful long time ago, and I didn't expect it to happen again..." Fox squeezed his hand and asked quietly, "And now?" Skinner looked at him once again, feeling the familiar sensation of drowning in his eyes, and he decided that when he had the guts to tell him, he could as well do what he'd always wanted. So he got closer, his eyes never leaving Mulder's, and ever so gently he brought their lips together, the first contact of their mouths making him tingle all over. Fox tilted his head to give him easier access, letting Walter control the kiss. Skinner closed his eyes as he nipped at Fox's lower lip and gently traced his lips with his tongue. Mulder opened his mouth slightly, inviting Walter in, and soon Skinner deepened the kiss, almost lost in sensation. They sat there for several minutes, exploring, suckling, tracing the interior of their mouths, only interrupted by gasps for air. Finally Fox broke the kiss and let Skinner's hand go. Almost shyly he traced the outlines of one muscled arm with his fingertips. "What's up?" Walter asked, stroking his cheek lightly. "Nothing..." and with that somewhat diffident smile that drove Skinner crazy, he said, "I always wanted to touch you like that." Walter exhaled slowly, and answered with a suddenly husky voice, "Please do." Fox continued to trace his arm just with his fingertips, featherlight strokes that raised goosebumps, and with a low growl in his throat Skinner took Mulder in his arms. With one swift move, he was sitting in Walter's lap. He was obviously feeling good in that position, but he shot Skinner a mock - questioning glance nonetheless, one eyebrow lifted. "Have you any idea what you do to me?" Walter asked him, running his fingers up and down his arms. "Why?" Mulder asked, all wide - eyed innocence. Skinner snorted, and told him, "You're driving me insane. I just have to look at you, and I don't know what I'm doing anymore..." Mulder smiled, and Skinner groaned, "And *that* is the worst." Fox smile widened, and he replied softly, "Believe me, there are things that are far worse..." He kissed him hard and moved along to nibble along his jawline, biting the point where his neck joined his shoulder and traced wet little kisses down Skinner's chest, his hands moving after his tongue to intensify the touch, and he got Skinner moaning as he reached his nipples. With a grin, he took one in his mouth, licking it before biting not too gently and soothing it with his tongue to turn the pain into pleasure again. Skinner writhed under him, groaning, holding his head firmly in place. After a soft last kiss to both nipples he went on , following the trail of hair that led from his belly to his groin. He had slipped down from Walter's lap to kneel on the ground, and paused for a moment to look up at him. Skinner opened his eyes and had to swallow at the open adoration he saw in Mulder's glance. He stroke his face tenderly, loving the way Fox leaned into the caress. After a moment Fox loosened Walter's towel and let it drop open, revealing his already hard cock. Mulder reached out and stroke it lightly, eliciting a low moan from his lover, and as he gathered the precum and rubbed it around the tip he said softly, "You're perfect, you know that?" He kissed the tip tenderly and felt Skinner's hands come down to stroke his hair. Feeling the desire of the older man, and giving in to his own to finally taste the man he had wanted for so long, he took Skinner's cock in his mouth, loving the sharp cry he got for that. Smiling inwardly, he took him all the way in and begun to suck gently, his hands stroking the inside of Walter's thighs. Skinner thought he'd died and gone to heaven, reveling in the hot wetness of Mulder's mouth. He couldn't help thrusting up into that wonderful heat as he tangled his hands in Mulder's hair, a corner in his mind telling him not to pull too hard. He was so close, his entire thinking concentrated on what Mulder did to him, on his mouth and his hands. He knew he wouldn't be able to control himself any longer, so he pulled away at the last possible moment, panting heavily, eyes squeezed shut. Mulder looked up at him questioningly and smiled as he saw his expression of rapt desire. He slid back up to sit in Walter's lap, both of them moaning as their erection touched for the first time. Skinner's head was still tilted back in what looked like a rather uncomfortable position. Fox watched him for a moment, and as Walter made no move he kissed him lightly on the lips. "Any problems?" he asked softly. The chocolate - brown opened, pupils so dilated with desire they were almost black. "You're just too much." he whispered, his hands coming up slowly to stroke Mulder's back. Fox smiled and cupped his neck slightly. "Don't you think it would be more comfortable upstairs?" Skinner looked at him, and suddenly he moved with a mock growl and pinned him on the bench beneath him. "No way," he told Fox, who looked up at him dazed, still shocked by the sudden movement. The former picture of a smoothly moving black panther came into his mind again and excited him even more. If that was possible, he thought wryly. "I've wanted you here, like this, since I have this thing." Walter continued in the meantime. "Here, beneath me, sweating." he whispered into Mulder's ear, making him shiver. Walter had his hands pinned over his head in a firm grip, and Fox struggled experimentally to no avail, thinking he didn't really wanted to free himself anyway. Walter grinned and started to lick his neck and leaving a trail of wet kisses to mingle with Mulder's sweat. Fox moaned softly and arched into the touch, wanting as much from this delicious torture as he could get. Walter's breath caught and he moved up to his ear again and whispered hoarsely, "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Mulder turned his head to look at him and smiled a dazzling smile that forced Skinner to kiss him hard, not stopping until they were both panting. "Can I touch you? Please?" Fox whispered, his eyes shining. Walter slowly let go of his hands, desperately wanting to feel Mulder's hands on his body, although he had absolutely no idea how to stand that longer than a few minutes. Mulder let his hands glide over his back to knead his buttocks, tugging a little so he laid fully on him again. "You're so awesome." he murmured, tracing the muscles of his back with his fingertips, making Walter sigh. "I always imagined you were." and he lifted his head to catch another kiss. "Fox, I -" Skinner said, stopping as he realized what he had said. He looked down at Mulder and wanted to apologize as he felt a finger softly on his lips. "It's okay...I like it when you say it." And that smile again. Walter moaned softly and tried to think of what he wanted to say. "Fox, I need to tell you something," and at the questioning gaze from the younger man he continued, "I don't want this to be an one - time - thing...it's just too important to me. I don't know what you -" before he could say anything else, Fox tugged his head down and sealed his lips with a kiss, gentle and tender this time, going on forever. "God, Walter," he breathed as Skinner kissed his way to a nipple, sucking it carefully before turning to its twin. Moving on, he kissed his belly, his hands roaming tenderly over Mulder's ribs, tracing each one with almost too light strokes. Fox was writhing beneath him, making soft little sounds that drove Walter out of his mind. He shifted to curl up between Mulder's thighs and looked up at him. Smiling, he stroked the insides of his thighs before licking up the underside of his cock, making Mulder scream. He nibbled gently at the tip while his hand moved to his cleft, carefully inserting one finger. He moaned as he felt Mulder relaxing to his touch and letting his finger all the way in. As he looked up again, he saw Fox looking at him, his eyes burning into his. "Do it, Walter, please," he rasped, and Walter's cock twitched in response as he thought about being inside this hot channel that clenched around his finger. "What?" Mulder asked breathlessly as Skinner didn't do anything except looking at him thoughtfully. "We need lube and I don't want to go upstairs," Walter answered, grinning, before he lowered his head and swallowed Mulder's cock, one finger still inside him, the other hand fondling his balls. Fox cried out at the unexpected assault, his hands digging into Walter's shoulders. Skinner sucked hard, wanting to bring the younger man to release quickly, pulling his mouth away just in time to catch Mulder's semen in his hand. Fox was trying to catch his breath, his cock still half - hard, his eyes dazed with pleasure. Skinner's eyes never left his as he started to stretch him, searching for every little sign of discomfort, but only finding trust and desire in Mulder's gaze. He coated his cock with the rest of Fox's semen and lifted his legs over his shoulders, positioning himself so his cock rested just in front of Fox's entrance. "Fox?" he breathed softly, stroking his cheek with his hand, coaxing him to open his eyes. "Do it," the younger man said gently, smiling beautifully. Walter exhaled deeply, finding Fox almost unbearably beautiful in this state, seeing the trust in his eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to be as near to him as possible. Slowly, he pushed forward, seeing the twinge of pain in Fox's face as the head of his cock pushed through, stopping immediately until Mulder opened his eyes and said, "It's okay. Already over, really...I *need* you, don't stop..." Skinner closed his eyes and with one smooth stroke he slid all the way in, both of them groaning with pleasure. Walter thought he'd come just from feeling Mulder's pulse around him, the pleasure almost unbearable. Fox shivered violently, his eyes tightly shut, and Walter bent down to kiss him gently. "You okay?" he asked softly, nuzzling his ear. "Understatement of the century...I'm feeling incredible...", and, opening his eyes, "*You* feel incredible." Skinner sighed and bit his throat, sucking and licking the pain away with his tongue. "You, too." A few seconds later, he started to move slowly, carefully not to cause Fox any pain, peppering his neck and shoulders with kisses. Fox moved under him, arching into Walter, hooking his ankles behind his hips to draw him even deeper in. Skinner bit his lip to hold himself back, almost drawing blood as the pleasure threatened to overtake him, but he didn't want this to end too soon. Fox looked up at him and touched his mouth gently. "Don't." he whispered, coming up to lick Walter's lower lip. "just let go. You won't hurt me. I need you, *now*." Another look in Fox's glowing eyes was his undoing. He let his restraints go and slammed into Mulder, each stroke harder than the one before, his hand curling around Fox's cock. Hearing his lover's hoarse cry and feeling him arch into his touch, Walter lost himself in a swirl of pleasure, it was unbearable to wait any longer, but he tried, tried to make it last longer, but as he felt that Fox was just as close as himself he finally let go , pumping Mulder's cock in counterpoint to his thrusts. Fox cried out as he came, his hands bruising Walter's shoulders, and when Walter felt Fox's muscles clenching around him he screamed as his release overtook him. After a few seconds he tried to entangle their limbs in order not to crush the younger man. Walter sat up and took Fox with him, putting him into a tight embrace. "Walter?" "Hm?" he glanced down just to see this dazzling smile again. "Merry Christmas." Walter tightened his arms around Mulder's shoulders and hugged him even closer to his chest. "To you, too. You like that one?" "Mm-mmm...you too?" "Absolutely. Couldn't be better." "Just wait 'til you've seen "Joe's Apartment"." ******************* THE END *******************