Challenges of Everyday Life 7
Disclaimer: Men in suits and the surfer dude claim to own
them, but Mulder and Krycek just smirk at each other when they hear that.
"I can't believe you didn't buy the turkey!" Alex was totally
exasperated with his absent-minded lover.
"How was I supposed to know you had to buy the thing ahead of
time?" Mulder whined, looking over at Alex with mournful hazel eyes.
"It's the night before Thanksgiving, Mulder! Any idiot knows
that everybody is buying turkeys! We'll be lucky if we can find a scrawny
bird that died of old age! And don't give me that pitiful look. You were
supposed to take care of this last week. After all it was your
brilliant idea to invite Scully and Skinner over for dinner. The evening's
entertainment will probably consist of them using me for target
practice!" Seeing his lover's guilty expression, Alex demanded
suspiciously, "Did you even tell them I'm going to be there, that we're
"I didn't know how!" Mulder wailed. "Every time I tried, I
could just picture Scully's eyebrow going up and that look. I
sometimes think they both consider me incompetent."
"Gee, I wonder why," was Alex's sarcastic response. "So
what you're saying is Skinner and Scully are going to arrive at our
apartment tomorrow afternoon and find, without any warning, the person they
blame for Scully's sister's death, your father's death, and pretty much
everything bad that's happened in the world since the Black Plague!"
"I...I guess you could put it that way."
"How else would you put it?!"
"They'll find the man I love, the man who makes me happy for the
first time in my life."
Alex sighed and leaned over to brush a soft kiss over Mulder's cheek,
smiling when the older man leaned into the caress. "Okay, but I'm
counting on you to keep them away from me till you explain that. God, I'm
such a soft mark when it comes to you!"
Mulder took his eyes off the road for a moment to meet his lover's gaze.
"It's a two-way street, you know. I would do anything for you."
Returning his attention to his driving, he suddenly pulled over in front of
an office building.
"Uh, Mulder? I don't think they sell turkeys here."
"Even I know that, Alex. But there's an ATM here, and I want to get
Alex looked at him strangely. "You know, they do take debit cards in
the grocery stores nowadays, Fox."
"I do realize that; I have been known to buy groceries from
time to time. But I need to get some cash too, and I can't get that in the
Alex just sighed and followed the older man into the building. He'd
briefly considered waiting in the car, but knowing Mulder's luck, if he went
in alone, he'd get mugged or kidnapped by aliens or something. Unlike many
ATMs, this one was not right at the front of the building in a glassed in
area fully visible from the outside. Alex approved of the change,
considering the usual visibility to be an open invitation to muggers to grab
people on their way out, an invitation he himself had often accepted.
Lounging against the machine beside Mulder, Alex noticed that the lens of
the security camera had been spray painted, rendering it totally
ineffective. Fox's low curse caught his attention.
In response to Alex's inquisitive look, Mulder explained, "I forgot
I paid the Lone Gunmen for something recently and had to pay for some
information too. I was supposed to transfer some money from one of my other
accounts, but I never got around to it. This one's practically wiped
"Don't you have an overdraft?"
"Well, yes, but I don't like to use it."
"For once, Mulder, I think it'll be okay. Just remember to transfer
some cash tomorrow or Friday, and you might not even get hit with the
Mulder signed and nodded, turning his attention back to the small screen
in front of him. He barely noticed when Alex straightened up and moved
behind him. Alex's hands reaching around him and unfastening his jeans,
however, got his undivided attention.
"Alex, what the hell are you doing! We're in a public place; being
arrested for indecent exposure and lewd and lascivious behavior will not
help my career!"
Alex chuckled, finally having made it through Mulder's clothes to his
half-hard cock. He stroked it while nibbling on Mulder's ear. "I just
wanted to make sure you paid some interest on that overdraft, love," he
purred, pressing his own erection between Mulder's cheeks.
"God, I may never transfer the funds to cover it if this is my
punishment!" Mulder alternated between pressing back against Alex's
hardness and pushing forward into his hand. "Please, Alex, fuck
"I thought you didn't want to be arrested?" Alex teased,
pumping Mulder's cock harder.
"Right now I don't care if the whole Bureau is standing around us
watching and giving pointers. I just want you inside me!"
One of Alex's hands slid up under Mulder's T-shirt to lightly scrape an
already hard nipple, drawing a moan from the older man. Liking the sound,
Alex repeated the action, alternating between nipples with an occasional
pinch thrown in for good measure. When Mulder was whimpering with pleasure,
Alex stopped just long enough to unfasten his own jeans and push Mulder's
down to expose his ass.
The sudden sensation of hot flesh against hot flesh caused both men to
groan aloud. Pumping his cock between Mulder's cheeks, Alex pulled a tube of
lube out of the pocket of his leather jacket. Flipping it open, he squeezed
some directly onto his cock before putting it away. He scooped up most of
the lubricant with three fingers, stroking it onto and into Mulder, starting
with one finger, then two, then all three inside his lover.
"God, Alex, stop teasing me! I need you!"
"Oh, you mean like I needed you the other night when you decided to
stop to phone Scully?" Alex whispered in Mulder's ear.
For a long moment the sensation of Alex's hot breath on his ear prevented
his words from registering. When they did, all Mulder could think was
"Please, Alex, you know you liked it. I know how much it turns you
on when I take control; that's a bigger turn on for me that what I'm
actually doing to you. Tell me I'm wrong."
Alex suddenly replaced his fingers with his cock, forcing a near-scream
from Mulder. "You're right, love. One of the dangers of loving a
profiler, you know me better than I know myself. But now, I don't want to
hear you talk anymore, I want to hear those wonderful whimpers you make when
you want me, the screams when you come."
Alex's words drew a whimper from Mulder. He thrust back, trying to force
his lover deeper inside himself.
Alex stroked a hand up Mulder's torso under the T-shirt, feeling his
lover's muscles quiver, stopping when he reached the pebbled nipples begging
for his touch. He pinched lightly at one, provoking a long drawn-out moan
from the older man. "Lean forward, love, brace your hands on the
machine." Alex whispered the words in Mulder's ear, nibbling the
Mulder whimpered again and complied, letting Alex slam deeper into him
with every thrust. He screamed when the change in angle caused Alex to hit
his prostate; the pleasure was so intense it was almost pain.
Alex groaned with pleasure when Mulder squeezed down on him, nearly
coming at his lover's sounds of pleasure. "Come on, love, come for me.
Let me hear how I make you feel."
The sound of Alex's voice combined with the sensation of him deep inside
was too much for Mulder. He came hard, shooting over the ATM in front of
him. Alex came too, mere moments later, from the feeling of Mulder coming.
Both of them jumped back, falling on their asses, when the machine suddenly
shot out sparks and smoke.
"Jesus, Mulder, you shorted out the machine!"
Mulder glared over his shoulder at his lover who was still buried inside
him, pushed even deeper by the force of their landing. "This was not
my fault!" He pushed himself to his feet, pulling up his jeans and
trying to recapture his dignity.
Alex took a few tries to climb to his feet, he was laughing so hard.
Finally he managed it and arranged his own clothes. "Come on, Fox,
forget the cash; we gotta get to the store before it closes to get a turkey.
"'Let's go'," Mulder muttered, "as if it was my fault we
were delayed here." But he did follow Alex back to the car.
"Hey, Mulder, do you think you should get the Lone Gunmen to check
the records on that machine and delete any reference to you? I think your
transaction started to go through before we were...distracted," Alex
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