ALL RIGHT NOW 4
By Sergeeva (13K 23 May 1999)
 
Mirrors are dangerous things, Skinner thought, scowling at 
himself, toothbrush in hand, in the brightly lit bathroom. Without 
his glasses, he had a less than clear view, but he could see 
enough middle-aged flesh, bags under the eyes and baldness to 
make him turn away in resigned disgust. 
His retreat was blocked by a naked and grinning Mulder, 
tousled hair sticking up at all angles, cheeks flushed with sleep, 
looking like a mischievous little boy. 
"You can stop that right now, Walter," he commanded, reaching 
up to smooth the frown lines on Skinner's brow. "I know exactly 
what you're thinking and believe me, you can't trust your own 
judgement in this case, with or without glasses." 
Mulder moved to the second basin, alongside Skinner, and 
began to brush his own teeth. Skinner stood slack-jawed for a 
moment, then busied himself squeezing out a measured 
amount of toothpaste, to hide his discomfort at being so easily 
readable. Scully appeared in the doorway behind them and wolf 
whistled their naked butts. Mulder laughed around the brush still 
stuck in his mouth:
"See Walter, you're hot stuff." He turned towards Scully, his 
chin daubed with froth, and removed the toothbrush. "Walter 
was having doubts again, he can't see what we see." He spat 
and rinsed and spat again. "I think it's about time I had a go at 
convincing him." 
"Oooh, can I watch?" Scully hopped up to sit on the counter 
between the two basins, her eyes flashing wickedly as she 
looked from Mulder to Skinner and back. Predictably, Skinner 
blushed and dipped his head, finishing his own brushing with 
excessive concentration. Mulder moved until he was standing 
between Scully's dangling legs.
"Mornin' Scully. Someone's in a good mood." He leaned in and 
kissed her noisily, scooping one arm around her back so he 
could dip her and lick lustily at her ears and cheeks.
She pushed at him, giggling and groaning. "Uggh, Mulder - 
you're like a big puppy! At least you're nice and minty." She 
wiped her face and patted her sleep-rumpled hair, pretending to 
be annoyed. 
Mulder turned to Skinner and ran a deliberate hand down his 
bare back, pushing him slightly in Scully's direction. "Don't be 
shy, Walter. Say good morning to Dana."
Skinner lifted wary brown eyes and cleared his throat. "Good 
morning Dana," he said formally. 
"Oh, for Pete's sake!" Mulder exclaimed, shoving Skinner 
forward again.
"Don't rush us, Mulder. Not everyone is as uninhibited as you." 
Scully smiled softly at Skinner and lifted her face to him, her 
message clear. He tilted his head and lowered his lips to hers. 
Slowly and with something that looked like reverence, Skinner 
kissed her. Eyes closed, not even touching her body, he 
seemed to be hardly moving his lips, but Mulder could see the 
muscles in his jaw working and Scully was making sounds that 
suggested she might shortly die of pleasure. Mulder felt a rush 
of blood to his groin, watching them.
After a few seconds, they pulled apart and Scully gazed up at 
Skinner with shining eyes. "Good morning Walter. Wonderful 
morning," she breathed, fanning herself and beaming happily.
"Hey, I want some of that!" Mulder pouted and pulled Skinner 
into his arms. He studied the older man's face intently for a 
moment, then stroked a finger across the wide, shapely lips. 
"Walter..." he murmured, and Skinner surrendered to the heat in 
sparkling hazel eyes and the consuming touch of agile lips. 
Scully watched breathless as Mulder browsed hungrily over 
Skinner's brow and eyelids and nose and chin, before allowing 
the other man to still his rampage with a big hand cupped either 
side of his face. Then Skinner gave Mulder an incredibly 
intense kiss such as he had given Dana and she smiled to see 
Mulder's knees buckle.
When Skinner finally released him, Mulder staggered back, 
dizzily, and leaned panting against the counter top. "Do you do 
everything that well?" he gasped, and couldn't keep his gaze 
from drifting down to Skinner's cock and then to his own. "Don't 
answer that. Scully, you'll just have to tell the Director that 
Walter has disappeared, then we can keep him here as our love 
slave for ever. That would be okay with you, wouldn't it, 
Walter?" He slid a possessive hand down Skinner's chest, over 
his stomach and around his hip to cup a firm buttock. "There's 
no escape now, Walter. You're all ours. Right, Scully?"
"Damn right," said Scully, pushing herself off the counter and 
sidling around Skinner. Embracing him from behind, she began 
kissing his bare back, and Mulder chose that very moment to 
bury his hand between Skinner's legs. The big man groaned as 
moist lips and warm breath sent shivers down his spine at the 
same time as knowing fingers stroked his thigh and teased at 
his pubic hair.
Scully held Skinner close, rubbing her face against the satiny 
skin of his back, closing her eyes so she could concentrate on 
her other senses. On the scent of him, warm and male, on the 
feel of his muscular ass against her stomach, on the planes of 
his chest and the tightening nipples under her palms. 
Mulder was on his knees now, kissing along the line of the scar 
on Skinner's belly. "You told me once that you were just doing 
your job." He kissed the spot again. "We all know it's been a lot 
more than that for a long time." His fingers flexed around the 
lean hips, soothing, reassuring. "Our jobs prevented us admitting 
to ourselves how we felt." Scully's breasts brushed over 
Skinner's back, her hair fell silkily against his shoulder blades, 
her arms wrapped tight around his waist. "You've risked your 
career and your life for us too many times to tell us that was just 
dedication to the job." Mulder looked up at Skinner's sheepish 
face. He smiled gently. "We haven't always been very 
appreciative, and we've all had to be circumspect at work, but 
not here, not any longer." His mouth slid down Skinner's hip and 
he nudged at a muscled thigh. "Spread your legs a little, Walter." 
And he sucked Skinner's heavy balls into his mouth.
Skinner shuddered at the bliss of that wet tongue caressing him, 
marvelling that all the antagonism, the confrontation, the 
defiance and frustration could be transformed to this. He 
threaded his fingers through Mulder's hair. Lovely touchable 
hair. What can they see in me? He asked himself yet again.
As if hearing his unspoken doubts, Scully took up the baton. In 
between planting kisses in the small of his back, she spoke, so 
low he could barely hear her:
"It's love, Walter. That's why we're all here now. I loved you 
even before I trusted you, and it made me see things... askew... 
sometimes. I said some harsh things to you - we both did, but 
Mulder understood before me that it was love for you too. Love 
that made you fear for us and fight for us, and risk yourself... " 
She buried her face against him and he felt the moisture of 
tears. It was overwhelming - the emotions this unleashed within 
him, and it was getting harder and harder to think straight...
Something else was getting harder and harder too, and Mulder 
was doing things to him... That amazing mouth had shifted to his 
cock and was sucking at the underside, tonguing the pulsing 
vein, tightening soft lips around the head, massaging him with 
wet heat. Skinner spread his feet wider still, and suddenly 
Mulder's hands were kneading at his ass, holding his pelvis 
close to that wonderful mouth and leaving handprints on the 
flesh of his buttocks. Skinner moaned.
Scully watched Mulder's long fingers flex on the cheeks of 
Skinner's gorgeous butt, then the firm globes were pulled gently 
apart and Scully didn't hesitate. She slid her tongue along the 
cleft. Skinner writhed and made a sound that could only be 
described as a yelp. The powerful muscle mass was spread 
again and held apart for her and Scully licked again. 
Skinner wondered if he was having another out of body 
experience, because this couldn't be happening to him. 
Struggling to keep his clutching hands gentle, he pawed blindly 
at Mulder's bobbing head and rocked back and forth between 
two incredible sensations. He came with a force that left him 
barely able to stand and as soon as Mulder pulled away, his 
shaky legs folded under him, taking them all down to collapse in 
a sweaty, happy heap.
They lay entwined for a while, catching their breath. Skinner felt 
guilty and embarrassed that he'd had so much attention, until 
Mulder whispered against his shoulder "I haven't come so hard 
since I was fifteen" and Scully drew his hand to her breast to 
feel her thudding heart, then kissed his damp shoulder. 
"Don't fall asleep just yet, Walter. I'm going to run us a bath and 
phone for some takeout." She stood slowly and grinned down at 
them. "We've got to look after our love slave." A slender finger 
trailed down Skinner's cheek and she winked at him.
"We certainly have." Mulder turned Skinner's face towards him 
and kissed him softly. "Because next time that ass is mine."
 
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Twenty minutes later they were all three ensconced together in 
the big tub, enveloped in fragrant bubbles and feeding each 
other Chinese food. Mulder was at one end, with Walter lying 
back against his chest, and Dana was facing them, her legs 
draped over Walter's thighs and hugging his hips. She offered 
him a sliver of water chestnut on her chopsticks and he took it 
delicately in his teeth and licked his lips. She leaned forward 
and kissed the drop of oyster sauce from the corner of his 
mouth then took the morsel of chicken that Mulder held out to 
her. 
They ate with relish, making a game of it. Walter tipped his head 
back on Mulder's shoulder and let the other man drop bamboo 
shoots into his mouth. Mulder carefully put a glistening cashew 
nut on top of Walter's bald head and slurped it up with much 
kissing. Dana held out an eggroll to Skinner and saw Mulder's 
eyes widen as Walter's lips closed around it.
"Walter, are you trying to drive me mad?" Skinner nibbled the 
crisp cylinder further into his mouth and listened to Mulder's 
erotic moans. Grinning evilly, he showed his white teeth and bit 
down hard. Mulder nipped at his earlobe. 
When the food was gone, they began to wash each other. 
Walter scooped up suds in his big hands and spread them over 
Scully's breasts, then rinsed her with handfuls of warm water. 
Mulder worked shampoo slowly into Skinner's hair and over his 
scalp, caressing the smooth skin. Scully soaped up a big natural 
sponge and ran it over Walter's chest in languid circles, teasing 
his nipples, sliding it down the banded muscles of his abdomen 
to squeeze the soft rush of bubbles out against his groin. Sliding 
to the far end of the tub, Scully lifted each of Skinner's legs in 
turn and lovingly washed his feet. 
"I had no idea you had a foot fetish," teased Mulder, his lips 
against Walter's temple as they lay together. 
"I don't, but Walter has such beautiful feet." She kissed each 
toe, and the sensitive arches. 
"You're blushing again, Walter. " Mulder lifted Skinner's massive 
arm and tenderly lathered his armpit. 
Outside the afternoon sun faded to pink dusk then purple 
twilight, but the three lovers had no sense of the passing of time. 
After their bath they lay on the bed talking, confessing to all 
those moments in meetings and case conferences when they'd 
fantasized about each other, all the times when Mulder and 
Scully had sat in some dingy motel room talking about Walter 
while he worried about them alone, back in DC. Skinner was 
beginning to accept the magic at last. Mulder and Scully 
watched him with loving gazes, touching him often, and making 
him blush with their love talk. 
One by one, their voices stilled and they drifted off to sleep. 
 
THE END