Title: Imagination (snippet)
By: Jessica Harris
Rating: M/Sk, R !!!FLUFF ALERT!!!
Notes: Hi everyone - this is just a fluffy little snippet that I wrote 
because I was having a bad day <blatantselfpitysniffle> and wanted something 
cheery. It has no redeeming literary value whatsoever. No actual story. You 
have been warned.

But at least this time I'm playing *nice* with other people's toys...

Summary: Skinner is undressing in a hotel room, thinking...
Feedback: Who am I kidding. Even for fluff I crave it. lumpj@hotmail.com
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...and suddenly Mulder is there, throwing the door open and running into the 
room, as if materializing from Skinner's thoughts. Skinner barely has time 
to blush at his own semi-nudity before Mulder yells "Sir! Get down!" and 
launches himself in a flying tackle. And then the whole world explodes.

Disorienting moments of darkness and dust and confusion, a ringing in his 
ears that brings memories of the jungle,and then Skinner becomes aware that 
he is lying on his back in a small dark space with a heavy weight on top of 
him, a weight that now begins to squirm and says in Mulder's voice "Are you 
OK, Sir?"

"What - " he replies shakily, "where - "

"That truck outside exploded. Our boy must have figured out we were on to 
him. And as far as I can tell something is pinning us under your mattress. I 
don't seem to be able to budge it."

Mulder squirms again, and Skinner blushes in the darkness. After his recent 
thoughts, Mulder's movements against his own half-naked torso are having an 
unnerving effect on him, one that will soon, if Mulder keeps this up, become 
entirely too evident.

"Mulder! Stop that!" he barks, and Mulder is immediately contrite.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, am I hurting you? Is it your ribs? Can you breathe?"

Mulder lies still, but that proves to be even worse, as there is no way now 
that he can miss the heat and hardness at Skinner's groin. Skinner feels him 
go tense, and there is an agonizing moment of silence during which Skinner 
begins to wish himself knocked unconscious, or maybe killed. Either would 
surely be preferable to this.

Then Mulder begins to giggle. There was no other word for the small helpless 
squeaks of sound coming from him and the way his body is quivering against 
Skinner's own. Skinner doesn't know if he is relieved or insulted.

"Mulder!" he barks again.

"You," Mulder informs him breathlessly, "have a hard-on," and then he 
dissolves into laughter again

Now Skinner is definitely annoyed as well as embarrassed. He might not get 
out much, but no one had actually ever *laughed* at it before. "Agent 
Mulder," he begins formally, 'I'm as uncomfortable in this situation as you 
are -"

"More uncomfortable, from the feel of it," gasps Mulder, then seems to make 
some attempt to get himself under control. "I'm sorry, I really am  - it's 
just - I never exactly imagined it this way."

Another loaded silence, and this time Mulder isn't laughing. Skinner is 
suddenly dizzy, and he wonders if he has a head injury, or if Mulder does. 
He takes a deep breath.

"You've - imagined this?"

Mulder's head is laid gently on his chest and Skinner feels him nod.

"Yeah," he says softly, "I have, sometimes."

And Skinner is no longer the only one who is hard. He can feel the pressure 
of Mulder's hardening cock against his own, and his mouth goes dry.

"What - " his voice is suddenly husky - "what exactly did you imagine?"

He hears Mulder swallow, and the heat in their small prison seems suddenly 
to rise.

"Oh... well, sometimes I would imagine... It's late at night, I'm about to 
head home, but as I pass your office I see your light is on. I stick my head 
in, and you're there, jacket off, tie loosened, first few buttons of your 
shirt unbuttoned.  I say something like, 'working late, Sir? Anything I can 
do to help?' and you say, 'Yes, as a matter of fact, Agent, there is 
something I'm having difficulty with. Why don't you come in, and shut that 
door behind you.' And then you take my hand and put it - "

Now it's Skinner's turn to laugh. "You watch too much cheap porn, Mulder."

A wet tongue suddenly rasps his nipple and he gasps. "Actually," says 
Mulder, his voice a teasing purr, "I think I watch just enough cheap porn," 
and he rolls his hips against Skinner's. Skinner is suddenly overcome by the 
realization that this is really happening, and he pulls Mulder's face up to 
his own and kisses him fiercely, is just as fiercely kissed back, begins to 
move against Mulder in the tiny space allowed them. He's lost in long 
moments of warmth and friction and Mulder-scented flesh when suddenly Mulder 
stills and pulls away as much as he can, says "Wait, Walter. Stop. Stop. 
Think unsexy thoughts."

"What?" says Skinner weakly, wincing at the need and confusion in his own 
voice.

Mulder strokes his shoulder. "Sorry. But if I'm not mistaken the cavalry are 
here, and, well, you are only wearing boxers..."

Skinner listens. Yes, there are voices in the hallway and sirens are audibly 
approaching. He groans to himself, thinking unsexy thoughts about 
professional embarrassment and scandal and the intensity of the 
disappointment he's feeling.

Mulder speaks up again. "But I expect that after they let us out of here 
you'll want to, um,  debrief me? Maybe tonight? Maybe in your office?"

And when the emergency crew lifts the bed off of them, they're surprised to 
find Skinner laughing.

End