Challenges of Everyday Life 3
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When Alex Krycek woke up, he was instantly aware that something unusual
was happening. This wasn't due to any extraordinary perception on his part
but was instead a direct result of discovering that he'd been handcuffed to
his own bed while he slept. He opened his eyes cautiously and found himself
looking at Fox Mulder, who was reclining naked against the headboard and
munching on a bagel.
"Hey, don't get crumbs in my bed!"
"You wouldn't let me eat crackers in your bed?" Mulder pouted.
"No! Eat them in your own damn bed! You never sleep in it
Mulder wondered how long Krycek was going to pretend to ignore the cuffs.
Maybe they hadn't been necessary after all, but he was determined that this
time they were going to talk before Alex vanished. He absently fed Alex
bites of his bagel as he considered the long body stretched out before him
and the devious mind it housed.
Alex watched Mulder through the screen of his lashes, wondering what
going on inside his head. The fact that they were both still naked gave rise
to all sorts of interesting possibilities, but he doubted Mulder was after
sex, no matter how much they both enjoyed it.
"Tell me something about yourself that you've never told
anyone," Mulder suddenly asked. Alex stared at him like he was nuts.
"Come on, I let you call me 'Foxy'--"
"You don't exactly let me, Mulder; it's more like
begging," Alex pointed out.
"Semantics," Mulder dismissed with a wave of his hand.
"It's still something unique to you. Can't you give me something in
return? Can't you let me in just a little?"
"Make me," Alex challenged, grinning at him.
Mulder's eyes narrowed, probably seeing far more than Alex really wanted
him to. He nodded slowly.
And equally slowly he uncoiled from his position at the head of the bed,
ending up stretched along Alex's side, propped up on one elbow while he
traced the line of Alex's jaw with a fingertip. He felt the stubble scraping
lightly over the pad of his finger, sensitizing it, and he replaced it with
his tongue. With long, slow laps, he mapped the contours of Alex's face,
tasting the faint hint of salt from the sweat of their exertions the night
before. He licked Alex's lips, stroking along them until they parted and
Alex's own tongue darted out to touch his.
That was when Mulder pulled away, staring down at him till Alex opened
lustful green eyes. "Tell me a secret, Alex. Who was your hero when you
were a kid?" That should be an easy enough question to answer. He was
surprised to see a wave of pink wash across Alex's features, and the younger
man shut his eyes stubbornly.
Mulder shrugged and continued his campaign. The coaxing was rapidly
becoming an end in and of itself. He traced the whorls of the ear facing him
with the tip of his tongue, hearing Alex gasp at the touch. He licked the
soft lobe, drawing it between his teeth and biting down gently. Alex arched
slightly off the bed.
Mulder started to nibble his way down Alex's throat, stopping to bite and
suck every inch or so. When he reached the collar bone, he pulled back
inspecting the long bruise covering the entire side of the other man's
throat. Regardless of what happened next, Alex wouldn't be forgetting about
him for a while. "Who was your hero, Alex?" he repeated.
Alex still refused to speak, but Mulder was starting to hope that he'd
hold out for a good long while. He nibbled on the nearly hairless chest
before him, tugging an occasional hair between his teeth to hear Alex's gasp
and see him arch. He licked along the outline of each muscle, making Alex
giggle at the ticklish sensation. Mulder had never heard Alex giggle before,
and he liked the sound, almost able to imagine that they were two normal men
and that none of their past had happened.
"Mulder, please stop!" Alex begged, his sides aching
Mulder took pity on him, turning his attention to the hardened nipples
waiting for his touch. He ran his tongue over one, stroking it till it
looked inflamed and Alex was writhing under him, then he took it between his
teeth, nipping before drawing it into his mouth to suckle on it. Alex yelled
his pleasure. Meanwhile Mulder's hands weren't idle, one stroking over
Alex's hip again and again, petting him, and the other was alternately
rubbing and pinching the nipple not in Mulder's mouth.
After a few minutes, when Alex was whimpering nearly continually, Mulder
began to work his way farther down. Alex jerked uncontrollably when Mulder
probed his navel with his tongue, letting out little gasps and whimpers,
then laughing when Mulder blew a raspberry. Mulder raised his head and
grinned up at his lover.
"Ready to tell me who your hero was yet?"
Alex shook his head, thinking that he'd have to be nuts to take a chance
on his Foxy stopping what he was doing. He blinked. When the hell did I
start thinking of him as mine?
Mulder bit Alex's hip, drawing his attention back to him. "Hey,
Alex snickered, wondering how Mulder thought he could possibly forget him
while his mouth was only inches from his straining cock. Just the thought of
what those luscious lips and talented tongue could do was enough to make
more pre-cum drip from the head of his cock.
Mulder could see Alex's erection twitch, and he had a pretty good idea of
the cause. His tongue flicked out, barely touching Alex, then he blew on the
moistened skin, making the younger man twist and groan. Mulder inched
closer, resting his head on Alex's hip while he planned his next move.
Suddenly he rolled between Alex's legs, which spread wide for him, and
dove down to take his balls in his mouth. Alex screamed his name and arched
right off the bed, his hands clenching on air as he jerked against the
cuffs. Mulder rolled the balls gently on his tongue, sucking lightly, but
not giving Alex enough to get him off. He worked one hand into the crack of
his lover's ass, rubbing along it to the tune of Alex's moans. He stroked
one finger teasingly over the entrance, circling around but never quite
going inside despite Alex's plaintive cries and jerky movements.
Mulder let Alex's sac fall from his mouth, blowing on him to see him
shudder. He licked and nibbled his way up the prominent vein on the
underside of the rigid shaft, biting down with a pressure just this side of
pain, until he reached the ridge just below the head. He caressed Alex with
his tongue, already knowing what touches pleased Alex most.
"Suck me, Foxy, please suck me," Alex begged.
Mulder was never one to pass up an invitation, so he did. He swallowed
Alex whole, sliding his entire length into his mouth.
The sudden warm, wet pressure after the prolonged tease was too much for
Alex, and he came immediately, pushing deep into Mulder's throat.
When he was sure that he'd milked every drop of come from Alex, Mulder
let him slide free and shifted to his knees between Alex's legs. Alex opened
pleasure-dazed eyes to see Mulder with his cock pressed up to his entrance,
staring back at him. Despite the explosive pleasure Mulder had just provided
him, Alex wanted, needed, to feel Fox inside him, and he pushed
against him, trying to entice him in.
"Who was your hero, Alex?" Mulder's tone made it clear that he
wasn't going to move till Alex answered his question, even if it killed them
"Fox!" Alex exclaimed.
"Begging isn't going to help you, babe, not this time."
Alex laughed almost painfully. "No, George Fox," he
clarified at the same moment that he wrapped his legs around Fox's waist and
tightened them, pushing Mulder into him. Both men cried out at the pleasure,
and the discussion was forgotten for the moment. Mulder forced himself to
move slowly at first until he was sure that he wasn't hurting Alex, then
sped up, thrusting harder and faster until he was driving in and out of
Alex's ass as hard and deeply as he could. He twisted slightly so he could
support himself on one arm, reaching the other up over Alex's head until he
reached one of his hands in the cuffs, intertwining their fingers as they
Mulder's teasing of Alex had turned him on almost as much as it did Alex,
so it didn't take long for him to cry Alex's name and explode deep inside
him. He dropped on top of Alex, panting, then suddenly raised his head.
"George Fox?!? You've got to be kidding me."
Alex stared back, looking almost sulky.
"I expected you to tell me some soldier's name, a fighter of some
kind, but George Fox?"
"He was a fighter, in his own way."
Mulder looked at him oddly. "Alex, the man was a Quaker, is widely
considered to be the founder of the Quaker religion, in fact. By definition,
that makes him a pacifist."
Alex shrugged, trying to find the words to explain. "He went to
prison so many times, Fox, for what he believed in, but they never broke
him. He never compromised his principles, and because of his beliefs, the
world is a better place than it might have been. I wanted to be that kind of
person, someone who could make a difference, someone that other people could
look up to." He closed his eyes and shrugged as well as he could,
considering that he was still cuffed to the headboard. "Guess I screwed
that up big time, huh?" He opened his eyes again. "Want to hear
something really funny? When I was young, I wanted to be priest. My mother
was proud of that, but after she died, I couldn't believe in God anymore.
When Cancerman approached me, I was ready to follow anyone if they just gave
me something to believe in."
He stared at Mulder, looking incredibly vulnerable. "What about you,
Fox, who was your hero?"
"Christopher Columbus," Mulder replied without hesitation.
"He had an idea that contradicted what everyone believed about the
world, and he set out to prove it regardless of what they said or did to
him. And despite all the odds against him, he succeeded. He proved that he
was right and that everyone who had laughed at him was wrong."
Alex watched Mulder. "Are you sure that he was your childhood
hero, Foxy? It sounds more like someone you'd admire today."
"I do, but I think even then I had a glimmering of an idea of what
was in store for me. Probably from things my father said that I don't
consciously remember." While he was speaking, Mulder disengaged from
Alex, prompting a faint moan of protest, and he rummaged on the night table
for the key to the handcuffs that he had placed there earlier. He freed his
lover and pulled him into his arms, massaging the feeling back into his
wrists and exclaiming over the bruises caused by Alex's jerking against the
He smiled when he felt Alex's arms go around him in turn. "George
Fox, huh?" he mumbled.
"Yup, if your name had been anything else, I'd never have given you
a second look." The pillow that hit him in the face couldn't hide his
grin. Both men were laughing as they got up to face whatever new weirdness
this day would bring.
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