Challenges of Everyday Life 4
Boys and Their Toys
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"I'm bored, Fox."
Oh god! Mulder raised his head from the report he was typing at
his desk and regarded his lover with trepidation.
Alex was momentarily distracted by how delicious Mulder looked wearing
his glasses, the last rays of sunlight picking out golden highlights in his
hair, an expression of barely restrained dismay in his lovely hazel eyes. He
almost told Mulder to forget it, but then he remembered how many soaps he'd
watched recently while he sat around the apartment alone, waiting for Mulder
to get home. He was at the point where he actually knew the characters'
names and who was related to whom and who everyone was sleeping with. He
"We could go to a movie," Mulder suggested.
Alex shook his head emphatically. "No way. I'm sick of watching TV
and movies, seeing other people do things. I want to do something
Mulder held back a groan through sheer determination. A bored Alex was a
dangerous Alex, and unfortunately, Alex always seemed to get bored when
Mulder wasn't paying attention to him. He wondered what the younger man had
done to amuse himself before they met and during the years that they were
enemies. On second thought, he probably didn't want to know. Of course,
there was always the chance that someone had bugged his apartment again and
would discover Alex was there and come to try to kill him or both of them.
Mulder wasn't sure why Alex had suddenly changed his mind about not coming
to his apartment, but despite the occasional problems, he was glad he had
the other man in his bed every night. At least until Alex had to work again.
Alex watched Mulder. He could almost see his mind racing. He loved
watching Fox; the least little thing could grab his attention and totally
absorb him. It was amazing.
Mulder blinked, Alex's voice drawing him out of his reverie. "Sorry.
What do you want to do?" He hoped he wouldn't regret asking.
Alex shrugged. "I dunno. Let's just go out and see what looks
interesting." He stared at Mulder pleadingly.
Mulder sighed when he met the big green eyes. It was pathetic how easily
he gave in to Alex when the younger man turned that limpid gaze on him. If
Alex ever realized just how much control he had over Mulder's actions, he
was really going to be in trouble. What Mulder didn't know was that Alex was
perfectly aware of how easily he could manipulate Mulder and usually made a
conscious effort not to. Sometimes, however, like now, Alex used whatever it
took to get what he wanted. He figured saving his sanity was worth it.
Mulder grabbed the leather jacket Alex had given him the day he moved in
and followed the younger man to the door. "So what did you have in
mind, babe? Mugging the first likely looking person in an alley?"
"Hey, that has possibilities!" Alex laughed when Mulder glared
They drove to Alex's favorite bar, of course in one of DC's seamier
neighborhoods, where they had a couple of drinks before Alex dragged Mulder
out for a walk. Mulder noticed how, even in this area, people tended to give
Alex a wide berth. He didn't realize that he'd absorbed some of Alex's
attitude and, in his jeans, T-shirt and leather jacket, was nearly as
intimidating as his lover.
Alex noticed people eyeing the two of them nervously and wanted to laugh
out loud. No one would believe that the dangerous looking man by his side
was an Armani-wearing federal agent by day. He couldn't resist any longer
and pushed Mulder into an alley, shoving him against the wall and kissing
him while rubbing against him.
Mulder gasped and thrust back, spreading his legs so Alex could press a
thigh against him. He kissed Alex hungrily, his tongue stroking over the
other man's, eager to taste him again. They rubbed against each other
desperately, straining together until a voice broke them apart.
"Take it home, boys."
They spun around at the sound of the heavy Irish accent, finding
themselves facing a beat cop who eyed them severely, despite the twinkle in
his eyes. Mulder couldn't prevent a flush from rising to his cheeks.
"Uh, sure," he stammered out, grabbing Alex's hand and dragging
him away without paying any attention to where they were going. Minutes
later, Alex cleared his throat.
"What?" Mulder snapped, still embarrassed.
"Uh Fox? Where the hell are we?"
"What?" Mulder stopped and looked around, realizing that they
were in the middle of an older area, filled with closed and boarded stores
and shabby warehouses. "Oh, hell!" He kicked the nearest wall for
good measure, then swore loudly when he bruised his foot.
Alex sighed and shook his head. So much for having fun tonight. He drew
Mulder over to a door, forcing it open and drawing Mulder inside. He looked
around for a place to sit, noticing from the decor that it had been a
country and western bar, and a lot of the stuff was still there. Despite the
dust and air of disuse, it was interesting in a weird sort of way. Pushing
Mulder down on a chair, he straddled the older man's legs, perching on his
Mulder grinned up at him, cupping Alex's ass in his hands. The evening
was looking up. He pulled Alex closer, letting his fingers massage the firm
flesh he held.
"So is this what you had in mind when you said you wanted to have
some fun? You should have told me; we could have been comfortable in our own
bed all this time." He nuzzled Alex's throat as he spoke, licking then
nibbling the warm skin.
"Mmmm." Alex arched his throat into Mulder's mouth, loving the
feeling. He always felt that he belonged to Mulder when the older man marked
him, felt that he belonged somewhere. If he wasn't already in love with
Mulder, he would have fallen for him just for giving him that feeling.
"Don't you like to be a little adventurous occasionally, Foxy?"
Mulder grinned wryly. "You're more than enough adventure for me,
Alex laughed quietly even as he shrugged off his leather jacket, placing
it carefully on a table where he could easily reach it and the weapons it
contained. Then he pulled off his T-shirt, tossing it on the floor, and
unfastened his jeans, taking Mulder's hand and placing it on the hardening
flesh inside. "Touch me, baby."
Mulder groaned softly, stroking the erection under his fingers. He could
feel himself harden painfully inside his jeans. Just looking at Alex with
that expression of pleasure on his face, his green eyes half hidden beneath
heavy lids and long lashes, lips parted as he began to pant, was nearly
enough to make him come. His fingers delved inside the open placket of his
jeans, pulling Alex out so he could reach him more easily. He petted him,
drawing a moan from Alex, who started tearing at his clothes.
Soon, they were both naked from the waist up, and Alex reluctantly
climbed off Mulder so they could finish undressing. As he stripped his jeans
off, his eyes lit on the coin-operated mechanical bull next to the dance
floor. "Hey, Mulder, got any quarters?"
"What?" Mulder was understandably startled by the question.
"Quarters. Small, round coins worth 25 cents each. You know,
"I know what a quarter is; I just don't understand why the hell
we're talking about them when we could be fucking each other!"
"Adventure, Foxy, adventure. So do you?"
"Do I what?" Mulder nearly yelled.
"Do you have any quarters?"
"Oh, for--" Mulder grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled
his wallet out of the pocket, throwing it at Alex.
Alex just grinned at him and opened it, pulling out several quarters and
adding them to the ones he took from his own wallet. "Thanks,
On his way past, Alex ran a teasing finger lightly along the length of
Mulder's cock, making him gasp and catch his lip between his teeth. Pausing,
Alex glanced back at him, then wrapped his fingers around Mulder's straining
erection, using it like a handle to draw him after him.
"Hop on the bull, Foxy," Alex instructed. Now Mulder stared at
him blankly. Alex sighed and indicated the machine beside Fox. Mulder looked
at him like he was nuts but climbed on, gasping when he sat on the cool
leather of the saddle. Alex admired the picture he made before bringing his
leather jacket over within reach and pulling lube out of the pocket. He
squeezed a dollop into the palm of his hand, then applied it to Mulder's
erection, slowly stroking it on, making sure he didn't miss a single inch.
Then Alex climbed on in front of Mulder, keeping his ass up and leaning
forward so Mulder could prepare him. He moaned and clenched his fists on the
edge of the machine while Mulder pushed two fingers inside him, stretching
him and rubbing over his prostate, making him cry out in pleasure. Mulder
gripped his cheeks, spreading them so he could reach Alex's entrance with
his tongue. He slowly licked around the ring of muscle, hearing Alex's
cries, then probed inside with his tongue. Alex couldn't hold himself up
anymore and fell forward, but Mulder's hands on his hips held him in place.
Mulder slowly pulled back, pressing a final kiss on Alex, then pulled his
lover down onto his cock, groaning as he slid inside.
Alex sank down, taking Mulder all the way inside himself, then leaned
back against him, rubbing his back against the erect nipples he could feel
pressing into him. He squirmed once more to make sure Mulder was as deep as
possible then warned, "Hang on tight, Foxy," nodding toward the
rope provided for riders to hold. He leaned forward, putting several
quarters into the control box, then hastily leaning back against Fox and
gripping the rope as well.
The machine started bucking wildly, rocking them together, drawing near
screams from both of them as Mulder was rammed deep into Alex, hitting his
prostate, then nearly wrenching them apart. Mulder threw his head back,
moaning wildly at the incredible sensations. Alex let out a yell of pleasure
every time he was slammed back onto Mulder. They moved rapidly toward
orgasm, incredibly stimulated by the wild ride. They came almost together,
hanging on desperately to prevent from being thrown.
But the machine kept going, still tossing them around, forcing Mulder in
and out of Alex, who moaned at the continual stimulation that wasn't letting
him come down from his orgasm. Mulder was in no better situation, his cock
being squeezed and pulled by Alex's muscles as he was thrown back and forth.
They both groaned as, rather than slowly relaxing together, they were
excited into renewed arousal.
"God, Alex," Mulder moaned, "how long did you put this
thing on for?"
Alex whimpered. "It should have stopped by n-now, oh god!!" He
stopped with another groan as he rocked back and forth on Mulder.
"Fuck!...Oh god, baby, so good... We're going to die here, and they
. . . they're gonna find us still joined on this damned thing!!"
Alex was beyond speech, only whimpering, then wailing with pleasure as
the machine continued to buck under them. He desperately wanted to touch
Mulder and to have Mulder touch him, but neither of them dared release their
grip on the rope. Suddenly the machine stopped, and both of them yelled in
"Fuck, don't stop!" Alex yelled.
Mulder was already thrusting into him, pushing him forward over the
machine, reaching around to grasp his cock finally, pumping him as he
slammed in and out. Alex moaned wildly, pushing back, arching his back,
begging for more. They slammed together over and over again, desperate to
come, but unable to so soon after their previous climax. Finally, Mulder
sank his teeth into Alex's shoulder, tasting the blood and jerking into his
ass as he came. The sudden pain pushed Alex over the edge, and he exploded,
covering Mulder's hand and his belly.
They both slumped forward, gasping for breath, clinging together as they
"Jesus, Alex," Mulder finally panted, "if that's your idea
of adventure, let's not and say we did. I thought my heart was going to give
Alex managed a shaky laugh. "Okay, I'll admit that was a little more
than I planned. But you have to admit, Foxy, it was pretty fucking
Mulder groaned but couldn't disagree. He slowly, like a rickety old man,
withdrew from Alex and climbed off the machine. Alex looked at him and
simply tilted sideways, toppling off toward the floor. Mulder grabbed for
him, managing to get between him and the floor, and they both fell into a
After several minutes, they dragged themselves to their feet and got
dressed again, going outside and calling for a taxi on Mulder's cell phone.
When they got home, they crawled into bed, not even having the energy to
"Tomorrow it's your turn to decide what we do, Foxy."
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