From: Donna McIntosh Date: Sat, 25 Nov 2006 20:00:01 -0800 (PST) Subject: WARM THOUGHTS by dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com Source: direct TITLE: Warm Thoughts FANDOM: X-files AUTHOR: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com RATING: NC-17 DISCLAIMER: These characters belong to Chris Carter. I just take them out and play with them from time to time. WARNING: Sexually Explicit m/m SUMMARY: Krycek's thoughts and dreams as he lies handcuffed On Skinner's balcony. WARM THOUGHTS "Warm thoughts! Shit! He wants me to think warm thoughts! I'm freezing my balls off out here and he's talking about warm thoughts!" Krycek huddled on the balcony of Walter Skinner's apartment; shivering in the night air. He could hear them talking inside; probably trying to decide what to do with him. After a time the voices stilled and the lights were turned off. Must have gone back to bed, he thought. He drew his knees up tight against his chest and pulled them close with his free arm; trying to keep warm. He leaned his head against the railing and dozed off. The sound of the sliding glass door opening, awakened him. "Sorry I had to do that, Krycek. I had to make it look real." Skinner bent down beside him and unlocked the hand cuffs. "You OK?" "Yeah. Just freezing, is all." He stood rubbing the circulation back into his half-frozen hand. "C'mon inside. I made some hot chocolate." "You know I love hot chocolate? Is there anything about me you don't know?" "Just what Director Cassidy told me." "So how does she want me to play this one?" Alex took a seat in Skinner's kitchen. "Same as usual. Follow Mulder's lead. Help out where you can, report back, but above all, don't blow your cover." "Is she ever going to bring me in? I'm so tired of all this. I hate everybody thinking I'm the bad guy." "I know. It's gotta be rough. She can't keep you under for much longer. It's been, what; five years now?" "I lost track. I don't even count them anymore. I just want out." "Maybe after this pouch thing is settled...." He wasn't all that hopeful. "This chocolate is good. Thank you." "You're welcome and you're welcome to the guest room upstairs again." "Thanks. A warm bed sounds great about now." Skinner rinsed out the cups and put them in the dishwasher. Upstairs, Krycek took a quick shower then climbed into bed. He tossed and turned but sleep was nowhere to be found. He slid his legs over the side of the bed and walked to the window and stood there, forehead leaning against the glass. Would this never end? Would people hate him forever? This was not what he bargained for when Director Cassidy offered him the assignment. She said a year; maybe two. It had been five now. He wanted out. His senses were attuned enough to his surroundings that he heard Skinner walk in. He didn't turn around to acknowledge him though. Skinner stood, looking across the room in the darkness at the naked man staring out the window; moonlight bathing him with silvery glow. A few barefoot steps and he was at Kyrcek's back. "Can't sleep?" he asked; closer to him than he should have been. "I want out." Alex brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck. Skinner replaced it with his both of his own. "Neck hurt?" He massaged the knotted muscles. "Ohh yeah. That feels good; thanks." He rolled his head to pop his neck. "So what would you be doing right now, if this job was over and you were no longer undercover?" Walter continued the massage. "I don't know. Find somebody maybe. Settle down." "You're lonely?" "Yeah. Don't you ever get lonely? "Uh huh. I just try to keep busy." "That why you haven't retired yet? You got more than 20 years in." "22 to be exact. If I retired, what would I do with myself?" "I don't know. Find somebody, I guess." "Easier said than done, I'm afraid." "That's true." He turned around to face Skinner. "It would have to be somebody that knew you. Somebody that understood.....what you've been through." "That narrows the field considerably." Skinner stood there, hands on hips. "You've got options, though. Everybody doesn't hate you." "Options? The only people I meet in this business are not the type I'd be interested in." "Exactly what type would you be interested in?" "The type that would get me thrown out of the bureau." Kyrcek snickered and looked back out the window. What was Skinner doing in here? He seems to have taken no notice at all that he's standing there in his slacks only, talking to a naked man in the middle of the night. He began to wish he had at least put his briefs back on after showering. Didn't seem to matter to Skinner though. "So what are you looking for?" Skinner asked, leaning against the wall next to the window and looking out. "Same thing you are." The answer came out of his mouth before he thought. They looked at each other for a moment. Skinner reached a hand up and caressed the side of Krycek's face. "You and me? That'd be crazy." "Yeah, crazy." Krycek agreed, leaning his cheek into Skinner's palm. "Crazy could be good." Skinner stepped closer. "Not a thing wrong with crazy." Krycek looked up, green eyes blazing. Skinner brought their mouths together in a soft tentative kiss. He went to pull back but Krycek caught his head and pulled him back into a fierce kiss. Skinner let his hands drift down over shoulders and back, pulling Kyrcek closer. Krycek pressed up against him; hands coming down to slacks-covered hips and pulled them close. Their mouths clung together, tongues doing battle. Skinner pulled his mouth away to take in a breath of air then seized him again in a bear hug, burying his face in Krycek's neck. Krycek worked the zipper on the slacks and shoved them down. He ran his hands over the bare back, slid down and caressed the bare bottom. Arms came around front; his two hands slid up into the softly furred chest. He fingered both nipples and Skinner moaned appreciatively. He licked and sucked one then the other. Skinner gasped his appreciation. Krycek went down slowly to his knees; slowly kissing his way down. He stopped at the navel and tongued it; Skinner squirmed. Krycek kissed down further, down through the curly black/gray hair. His cheek rubbed up against the shaft and it stiffened immediately; full length. Skinner gasped, grabbed the wall with one hand and Krycek's shoulder with the other. Krycek nuzzled the balls, heavy with need. He licked his way around then up the length of the shaft; circled the ridge with his tongue, then the tip. "Shit! .....Alex....." Skinner tried to speak but speech deserted him. Krycek took him in then, all the way down his throat, and back out again. Skinner groaned. He did this several times, until Skinner became frantic, pumping his hips, thrusting into his mouth. Kyrcek pulled off his with a slurp and waked over to the bed and lay down. Skinner was on him, before his head hit the pillow. Full length body press; hands running everywhere, mouths clinging. Alex managed to take one hand off Skinner long enough to fumble in the bedside drawer and pulled out some lube. He rolled Skinner over on his back; lubed him up good and lowered himself down on him. Skinner's head went back and his hips pressed up, up into the tight channel that was enveloping him. He gripped Alex's hips and held him tight as he thrust up into him. Alex, on his knees leaned down over him, kissing the side of his neck, sucking on an earlobe. In one swift movement, Skinner flipped them over; Alex's legs resting on Skinner's forearms. His hands slid up under Alex's shoulders and he held on tight as he plunged into him again and again. Speed picking up; each thrust deeper, harder. Alex's head going from side to side; eyes trying to stay open to see this man in action but losing the battle with every thrust driving him closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Each stroke scraping across his magic spot, pounding him, filling him with sparks of pure ecstasy; he was so close, so close...... He heard it then; the front door to Skinner's apartment opening. He was full awake now; wrist hand cuffed to the railing. And there he was. The guy with the pouch. Only he didn't have the pouch anymore. That's what he was looking for. He dumped Skinner's desk drawer and rummaged through it. Finding nothing, he came out on the balcony. In seconds he was grabbed and sailing over the railing. Krycek managed to pull himself up and climb back over the railing. He sat down to catch his breath. What a way to wake up! He panted then let him mind wander back over his dream. If only........If only he could tell him. But Cassidy said no one was to know but her. He'd tell Skinner one day; tell him how he felt about him; maybe even get the chance to show him. Until then, he had his dreams to keep him warm. The End