TITLE: Louisiana Blues 
(Part 1 of 4) The revised version
NAME: frogdoggie
E-MAIL: frogdoggie@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: Walter Skinner, Fox Mulder and Dana Scully 
belong to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions and 20th 
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intended and no profit is being made from their use.
SK/M NC-17
Authors Note: Ok, ladies and gentlemen - this is my first post 
and practically my first slash story. I've revised it a bit for the 
xslash-stories list. The older version can be seen on my web 
site (e-mail me and I can give you the URL), or with the Sisters 
in Smut archive. You can archive this version as long as it's 
marked as a revision and my addy stays on it. Oh, and yeah - 
it's a sequel of sorts to my story "Electric Chair" but you don't 
really need to read that one first to get the drift.
But this new version is for you all. I'll add it to my web site, time 
permitting. Oh, I'm frogdoggie a.k.a. Jay Fox, male writer of X-
Files erotica here. Slash is kind of new for me but I enjoyed 
writing this story and I hope to write more. Many of my other X-
Files stories have strong slash elements in them but this is really 
the first Skinner/Mulder romance I've written. So, hope you 
enjoy it and - please be merciful - this is my first time too after 
all. Thanks.
Comments, suggestions and healthy debate are always 
welcome. Flames? Hey, I can always use a good "weenie" 
roast.
Louisiana Blues 
by frogdoggie
A Hot Night in May.... 
The hotel suite was hot. "What the fuck is wrong with the air 
conditioning?" Walter Skinner thought. Well, it was working but 
he wasn't feeling it. Why wasn't he feeling it? Because his whole 
body was hot.
"God damn it," he thought, "What the hell was I thinking," He 
loosened his tie, walked to the bank of windows in the 10th floor 
suite and looked out into the city's night. <Who the hell cares 
what I was thinking. None of that's important now - face it 
Walter.>
New Orleans. The French Quarter loomed below. Nice city for 
a conference Walter thought. Once the business day ended the 
whole Quarter was there for the taking. And that's what got me 
into this situation tonight he thought. Well, no not really, but it 
was a convenient excuse. Tonight had been building up all day 
Skinner thought. All day? Ha, maybe for longer. Yeah, Damn it, 
a long time he thought, as he mulled over the days events. 
xXx
Earlier....
The conference had been interesting, actually. Walter Skinner, 
Fox Mulder and Dana Scully had flown down to New Orleans to 
attend it. Mulder and Scully were delivering papers. Mulder had 
presented his that afternoon. The Maria Tepesh a.k.a. Linda 
Osbourne case. The ersatz vampire serial killer. Not a case 
Skinner remembered with much fondness. At least not most of 
it.
He'd been instrumental in solving the case after some sort of 
weird erotic, prophetic dream had given him the critical clue to 
apprehending the woman. A dream in which he experienced 
torrid sex with both Mulder and Scully much to his 
embarrassment. At least that's what he told himself at the time. 
Right, he thought. I couldn't have possibly enjoyed any of that 
could I? Especially the part with...But the truth of the matter was 
he had enjoyed part of it more than he'd wanted to admit at the 
time. Ha, that much was obvious now.
Yeah, Mulder's paper had been interesting despite the disturbing 
subject matter. Interesting maybe because Skinner had lived 
through it, and interesting because...well the presenter had been 
Mulder, and Mulder was always - interesting and unpredictable. 
The rest of the day had dragged on. None of the papers had 
been as inspired as Mulder's presentation. Scully's paper was 
on the schedule for the next day. Her paper was something 
technical and forensic, but Skinner thought it would be pretty 
good as well.
The conference schedule ended at 5 PM. Skinner was starving 
by that time. Mulder and Scully seemed hungry as well. They 
stood outside the ballroom with the other FBI Agents and 
Bureau brass. It had been awkward. It was obvious neither 
Mulder nor Scully wanted to go to dinner with Skinner. It was 
obvious neither wanted to say "No" either. Skinner let them off 
the hook. He told them he was beat from listening to dry 
presentations all day. Dry except for Mulder's he'd hastened to 
add. He complimented Mulder on his paper. "High point for me," 
he said. Mulder smiled, seemed flattered. Scully had seemed a 
bit surprised. She raised that eyebrow anyway.
Skinner told them he was going back to his suite to relax. He'd 
eat later. Playing the old man he thought. The acerbic superior, 
the gruff boss. Both Mulder and Scully left together, relief on 
their faces.
He went up to his suite for a while. He ordered room service 
around 5:10 PM. Eaten. The meal had been passable. He 
watched the tube. Caught the news. The clock hands crawled. 
10 PM rolled around. He'd been too restless. This was New 
Orleans for Christ sake. New Orleans in May. The weather was 
still halfway decent. He needed to get out. He needed to walk. 
He needed...
He hadn't been sure what he'd needed. But he had an idea. He 
suspected maybe he'd find what he needed down in the French 
Quarter. He hadn't wanted to admit it but he was lonely. It 
seemed like eons since his divorce from Sharon. It had been 
years. He hadn't dated much. When he had he was always 
afraid to ask for sex. After that near career ending episode with 
the unfortunate murdered call girl the whole idea of sex with 
strangers had been an iffy proposition for him. Oh, there were a 
few relationships. One liaison had lasted almost 6 months. A tall, 
blond, executive VP for a large corporation.
A memorable woman. She'd been intellectually as well as 
physically stimulating. A gifted thinker coupled with very few 
inhibitions in bed. He remembered most vividly their 
conversation as well as their sex. She'd had a mind like quick 
silver. But God, she'd been a great lay. He could still see her, 
riding him. What a view that had been. He saw her tits up high 
with his hands all over them. He felt her taking everything he 
could give, hard and deep inside. He could hear her screaming 
for more. He still heard her shrieking his name as she came. 
Jesus, he missed her touch.
But in the long run his work and her work had gotten in the way. 
At least that's what he'd told himself. The affair ended amicably. 
Skinner had gone back into servitude for the bureaucracy.
So, he walked through the French Quarter. As he walked he 
mulled over his options. Christ. He just wanted someone to talk 
to for a few hours. Someone who would listen. Someone who 
might be willing to dance close. Not a whore. Maybe someone 
who was as lonely as Walter Skinner. He walked on.
Off Bourbon street there had been a little club. It was dark, 
slightly smoky but not too toxic because the windows were 
open. He'd gone in and sidled up to the bar. "Bourbon," he 
rumbled at the bartender. It felt like a bourbon night.
There was a band playing. Not Cajun. Jazz - the blues. 
Something slow and sensuous. It had reminded him just a bit of 
that other club - the one in his dreams. Well, not really - this one 
was a lot less frenetic. But something had reminded him, 
something...Maybe it had been the fact that he spotted Fox 
Mulder seated at the opposite end of the bar. "What the hell is 
he doing here?" he wondered idly, "Mulder doesn't usually 
drink." But he was drinking all right. Skinner picked up his drink 
and worked his way past the couples at the bar until he reached 
the agent's seat.
"Mulder," he rumbled in greeting. The younger man glanced up, 
a look of surprise on his face.
"Sir, oh, uh, have a seat," he gestured towards the stool next to 
him. Skinner sat down.
"Nice night," Skinner said. He stared at Mulder's glass. It was 
almost empty, "Buy you another drink?" he asked 
magnanimously.
"Oh. Sure," Mulder nodded.
"Bartender?" Skinner commanded over the crowd noise. The 
bartender had drawn near. "Get this man a...." he glanced at 
Mulder.
"Bourbon," Mulder replied.
Skinner grinned slightly, "Bourbon." The bartender left to fill the 
order.
Skinner studied Mulder carefully. He was still dressed in his G-
man suit. His hair was a bit tousled. Skinner watched as Mulder 
licked his lips slightly and raised his glass to his mouth. He 
drained it dry and put it back down on the bar. He looked at 
Skinner.
"So, what brings you out this time of night, sir?" Mulder asked.
"I got restless after dinner. I needed to stretch my legs." Skinner 
answered. He continued to stare at Mulder's mouth. He 
remembered the dream again. He remembered what Mulder's 
mouth had done to him in the dream. He blinked, looked away, 
and took a sip of his own bourbon, "You?" he inquired.
"Oh, I...let's just say I needed to get out of the hotel room too," 
Mulder replied cryptically. The bartender had brought his 
second drink. He picked it up and took a healthy swig.
"I'd slow down, Mulder, if you're not used to those things they 
can really pack a wallop," Skinner advised with a bit of humor in 
his voice.
Mulder looked from his glass over to Skinner. He squinted at 
him.
"I'll take that under advisement, sir," he answered and then he 
put the glass down on the bar.
Skinner had continued to stare at Mulder. He'd known Mulder 
for over five years now. He was his Superior but he liked to 
think maybe a friend as well. In all that time however, he had 
never really noticed him. He had never really looked at him 
closely that was more to the point. "Who am I kidding?" Skinner 
thought. That was a bald faced lie. Of course he'd looked. And 
he'd looked a hell of a lot since he'd had that damnable dream.
Mulder had an interesting face. Boyish, but slightly feral Skinner 
thought. Yeah, like his first name. Just like a fox. Unruly hair, 
hooded hazel eyes, and a soft sensual lower lip. Pouty came to 
mind. Skinner shook himself. He hadn't liked where his train of 
thought was going. Hadn't liked it? Another lie.
Mulder cleared his throat. Skinner felt his ears redden. The 
other man had caught him staring. He snatched his eyes away.
"Is anything wrong, sir?" Mulder asked concern in his voice.
Skinner heard the concern. That was something new. It 
sounded comforting, it sounded...
"Wrong, no, not really," Skinner had answered. Yeah, but what's 
wrong with this picture? "Fuck it - nothing," Skinner thought. 
Maybe he'd found someone to talk to tonight. Maybe a friend 
with which to commiserate. At least someone with which he had 
common ground. And he was a hell of a dancer. "But - oh shit, 
that's the dream again," Skinner thought with alarm. He'd taken 
another swig from his glass and drained it dry.
"Bartender," he shouted over the din. "Bourbon," he said.
He couldn't help but think of his dream. People often dreamed 
of things they were too uptight to admit to in their waking hours. 
Skinner had an inkling that might be what was happening to 
him. It had been an epiphany. For the first time he began to 
realize what his dream had really meant. Maybe tonight he was 
realizing what he needed at last.
Skinner stared at Mulder again and Mulder turned to look at 
him.
"I don't usually drink bourbon, hell, I don't usually drink," Mulder 
stated lifting his glass up to stare at it's contents.
"So, why are you drinking now? Do you want to talk about it?" 
Skinner asked. He pinned Mulder's eyes for a moment but then 
he'd looked away to pick up the drink the bartender had just set 
before him.
"Not really, sir, but thanks for asking," Mulder replied.
They sat in silence for a bit. Skinner began to sweat slightly. It 
was hot. Or was it? "Shit, this is getting nowhere," he thought. 
What had he been thinking anyway?
He'd been thinking of Mulder's tight ass grinding against his 
groin on a dance floor somewhere in a dream. And wanting it, 
and wanting more, and then Mulder's mouth on his cock and 
wanting it, wanting his mouth...Skinner had clenched his teeth at 
the images running through his mind. There it was - the truth. 
He'd admitted the truth. He had sought the truth and it had 
come to him in a dream.
That moment in The French Quarter seemed like a dream as 
well. A dream with Skinner sitting close to Mulder. A dream with 
a glass of bourbon in Walter Skinner's shaking hand. He knew 
what he wanted, but he had absolutely no idea what to do next. 
Maybe he should have just gone back to the hotel.
"Listen, Mulder, I'd better get going. It's late."
"Oh, hey, don't go on my account. I mean don't let my mood 
ruin your - what am I ruining, sir?" he asked hazily. Skinner 
looked in his eyes again. Mulder was a little high.
"Other than your liver, Mulder, you're not ruining anything for 
me tonight," Skinner let a grin play across his lips.
Mulder guffawed. "That is good, sir. Funny. Really."
"Yeah, well, you should hear my whole stand-up routine, it's 
killer," Skinner laughed and Mulder laughed as well. Some ice 
was broken in that laughter.
A Bit Later.....
"So, I said, Phoebe, the monument is just fine as far as I'm 
concerned, and..."
"You're not telling me you had that woman on top of the 
monument?"
"Fraid so, sir," Mulder gave Skinner his lopsided grin.
"God, you do have balls, Mulder," Skinner laughed. It really had 
been a funny story. Mulder could be very entertaining, it 
seemed, when he wanted to be. 
They had left the main bar and moved to a dark booth in a 
secluded corner. Skinner sat across from Mulder. He'd gotten 
the younger man to slow down on the booze. He hadn't wanted 
him to be drunk as a skunk tonight, or hung over in the morning.
"So, any amusing conquests in your background, sir?"
Mulder asked, muzzily. He was still a little drunk and loose.
"Not yet," Skinner thought.
Skinner studied Mulder's face closely. He hadn't been positive 
what he was looking for, but he knew what he hoped to find. 
Mulder was smiling. Skinner studied his lazy, hooded, slightly 
dazed eyes, and his pouting lower lip. A bolt of raw lust hit his 
groin without warning. He took in a sharp breath. 
"Not really, Mulder, unless you count that call girl I was accused 
of murdering," Skinner replied before he thought better of it. Shit 
what an idiotic thing that had been to say.
Mulder gulped, "Oh, shit, I'm sorry sir, I didn't think! Crap, now I 
HAVE ruined your evening. God damn it. I should be kicked in 
the ass. I'm such a fuck up!" 
"Hey, Mulder, I brought it up. Skip it, don't worry. It's all water 
under the bridge."
Mulder looked down at the table top. He must have been more 
drunk than Skinner realized because suddenly tears welled up 
in his eyes.
Skinner's jaw tightened. He shifted over to sit close to Mulder. 
Hot tears had begun to crawl down Mulder's cheeks. "Hey, 
Mulder, it, it's ok, you didn't wreck my evening, really. It's 
nothing to get upset about," Skinner comforted him. He reached 
over and placed a hand on the younger man's back.
Mulder tensed for a second but then he relaxed and leaned 
against Skinner.
"I'm sorry sir. I...I'm drunk. Some...stuff happened earlier in the 
evening and I, well, I guess I'm not coping with it very well."
"Do you want to talk about it now?" Skinner asked. He stroked 
Mulder's back. He rubbed his hand up and down his lean 
muscular torso.
Mulder looked over at him under a fan of hair that had fallen 
onto his forehead. He studied Skinner's face. Something 
passed across his eyes. He glanced at Skinner's arm.
"Do you want me to stop?" Skinner asked in a low voice.
Mulder blinked at him, "Uh, no that feels good, sir," he replied 
quietly. "And..I had a dream about my sister. I fell asleep in the 
hotel room right after dinner and, God, it was a bad one this 
time. I hate those dreams...they're not dreams they're fucking 
nightmares. Horrible. They're...oh damn! I don't want to burden 
you with this now." He hiccuped.
"Well, if you don't want to talk about it that's fine. I'll respect that, 
Mulder. No problem."
"Thank you," Mulder answered. Skinner continued to rub his 
back. His hand circled lazily. 
"My Father used to do that," Mulder whispered.
"Do what?" Skinner asked.
"Rub my back after I'd had a bad dream," Mulder replied.
"Oh, Yeah. My Mother did that for me," Skinner said.
"Listen, Mulder, would you like to bar hop a little with me tonight. 
Uh, I'm sure we can find a couple of good places down here in 
the Quarter."
"Bar hop?"
"Yeah, you know - check out the night life. Since the 
conference doesn't open until 1 PM tomorrow I thought you'd 
like to take in the sights. We don't have to be up as early. You 
can sleep in," Skinner answered.
"Oh. Right I knew that. Ok, what the hell. Sure," Mulder agreed 
with a smile. They both rose and exited the club.
They walked out onto Bourbon Street. They hit a couple more 
bars. One had been playing Cajun and Zydeco music, the other 
jazz. They had stopped to listen for a bit and then moved on. 
Neither of the bars had seemed quite right and they had both 
kept up the search for just the right place. The night air finished 
sobering Mulder up. He was walking normally. Skinner lead 
them down a dark side street and finally into the establishment 
that he thought might be made to order for them.
Mulder looked around as they headed to a booth near the rear. 
He drew close to Skinner and bent to speak into his ear over the 
bar noise, "Sir, this is a gay bar."
Skinner turned and pressed his mouth to Mulder's ear, "Oh, 
yeah, I guess it is. Is that a problem, Mulder?"
"Uh, no I guess not," Mulder blinked. Skinner lead him into the 
booth. Mulder sat down and Skinner sat across from him.
"Would you like another drink?" Skinner asked.
"Maybe just one," Mulder replied looking around him with 
evident interest. The clientele had been pretty average but the 
bar lead back to an airtight glass door, and they could see 
flashing lights. Someone had opened the door to enter and 
blaring dance music throbbed through the air before the door 
had a chance to close.
"Dance floor, hey?" Mulder asked.
"Looks like it," Skinner replied. He hadn't quite gotten the guts 
yet to ask for that dance. But he was working up to it.
Skinner signaled for a waiter. One appeared, took their order for 
more bourbon, and disappeared.
Mulder stopped looking around the room and brought his hazel 
eyes around to focus on Skinner. A small smile played around 
his lips.
"Sir, why did you bring me here?" he asked with his usual 
directness.
Skinner swallowed hard, "Why do you think I brought you here, 
Mulder?" Skinner asked pinning his eyes.
"I'm flattered sir..." Mulder began.
"But, you're going to leave?" Skinner sighed.
"No, I wasn't going to say that. I was going to say, I'm flattered 
that you'd think I'm, well...desirable enough to...that you would 
consider...Shit, are you trying to seduce me, sir? Because 
really, if that's the case, I'm not offended. It's very flattering."
Skinner had laughed, "I guess I wasn't very subtle, was I?"
"Well, I never considered you a very subtle person anyway."
"Ha!" Skinner barked out a laugh. "Look, Mulder, uh, I don't go 
around seducing my agents very often. God, that sounds idiotic. 
What I mean is, I...uh...Hell, I...I don't know what I mean. I have 
no fucking idea what I was thinking. It's just that..." his voice 
caught and he couldn't continue. 
Skinner thought he was babbling like a total moron. He was 
saved by the waiter returning with their drinks. He took a swig 
from his glass. His face began to color with a mixture of desire 
and embarrassment. He put his hands on the table top and 
clenched them together around his bourbon.
Mulder reached across and touched his hands, "Sir, it's all right 
really. I understand. I've known you for a long time. Like I said, 
this is flattering. I'm not going to hold this against you. I won't 
breath a word about it later if you don't want me to."
Skinner looked at him miserably. Well he had certainly screwed 
up royally hadn't he? How would he ever live this down? What a 
jerk he'd been. How clueless could he possibly be to think....
"So, sir do you want to dance or what?" Mulder asked 
interrupting Skinner's reverie.
"What?" Skinner asked dumbstruck.
"Do you want to dance? I'm not a bad dancer. Do you want to 
trip the light fantastic, sir?" Mulder repeated his question.
Skinner gaped at the younger man and Mulder gave him his 
trademark lopsided grin again. 
"Jesus," Skinner thought. "That mouth." His groin had begun to 
throb.
"Yeah, I'd like to dance," Skinner answered. He barely 
recognized his own voice.
Skinner started to get up, "But, we're not really dressed for 
dancing are we?" he said, pulling at his suit coat lapels, "We're 
going to sweat like pigs." 
"Well, we can't leave our coats here," Mulder chuckled. He 
fanned his suit coat back slightly. His gun was still on his hip, "I 
don't mind a little good honest sweat, sir."
"Hell no, you're right," Skinner answered, "And besides, we 
don't want to scare the natives."
Mulder laughed. He shoved his coat back down. Skinner 
adjusted his over his weapon as well. They rose from the booth. 
They turned and headed for the door at the back of the bar.
Mulder pulled the door open and music assaulted their ears. He 
walked through the door and Skinner felt him take his hand. 
Walter Skinner followed Mulder into the sound and fury of the 
dance floor.
Mulder moved directly out into the crowd of dancers. He 
released Skinner's hand and kept his back to his boss. Skinner 
saw him reach up and loosen his tie. That one gesture almost 
made Skinner moan.
The scene became just like Skinner's dream again. The beat 
rocked him right to his bones and he stepped forward and 
gripped Mulder's waist as they began to move in time to the 
booming bass. Mulder had been right, and Skinner's dream had 
been right as well. Mulder was a good dancer. His body was 
loose, molten, like flowing lava, and just as hot as he ground his 
ass against Skinner's crotch.
Skinner held on to Mulder's hips as he moved against him. He 
closed his eyes and savored the feeling of Mulder's tight ass 
against his cock. He could even feel the man's holster and gun 
as it rubbed against him. He couldn't believe what was 
happening. He admitted he wanted it. Wished for it since that 
night he had the dream. It had been his unspoken fantasy. But, 
it was almost too much for him all ready and his breath came in 
ragged gasps.
He bent forward and spoke into Mulder's ear, "You move like a 
fucking leopard, Mulder." Mulder arched his head back slightly 
and Skinner brushed his lips against his neck. He could taste 
the salt on his skin. He had on some kind of musky cologne that 
smelled familiar but Skinner couldn't quite place it.
Mulder continued to pump his ass against Skinner's genitals in 
time to the deafening techno-tribal dance music that blared 
around them. Strobe lights played across their skin. The effect 
was mesmerizing and it caused Skinner to forget about 
everything else except his cock and Mulder's grinding ass. 
Skinner knew Mulder could feel his erection. Jesus, how could 
he miss it? Skinner was rock hard. The dance floor was packed 
with gyrating couples. Skinner only had eyes for Mulder.
Skinner turned Mulder around in his arms and pulled him closer. 
He ground his cock against him. He was able to feel Mulder's 
length pressed against his leg. Mulder's cock was at half mast. 
Skinner reached down and touched him. He ran his hand lightly 
along Mulder's length. Mulder closed his eyes and his mouth 
hung slack as Skinner stroked him.
There was no going back then for Walter Skinner. There was no 
mistaking what his hands were doing on Fox Mulder's body. 
The music washed over his skin and into his blood. He was 
white hot, burning in spontaneous combustion. But, he was 
suddenly nervous again. The desire was so painful he could 
almost taste it. But self doubt was rearing it's ugly head. He 
developed a tremendous case of stage fright. He wanted to 
know. He wanted to be sure.
Skinner bent forward and spoke into Mulder's ear, "Let's go 
back to the booth, I...I...Let's just go back so we can talk."
Mulder's breath had come in small puffs against his cheek.
"All right," he breathed against Skinner's face.
Skinner took his hand and lead Mulder back through the crowd 
and out the door. They walked back to the booth and sat down. 
They sat very close.
"What's wrong?" Mulder asked.
"Nothings wrong. I just wanted to talk. I thought maybe we 
should discuss what you'd like to do for the rest of the night," 
Skinner fished.
"Are you, serious?" Mulder asked with a wry grin.
"Mulder, for Christ sake, have you done this before?" Skinner 
blurted out. His worry, doubt and fear caused his voice to shake 
for the first time in years.
"You mean dance with my boss in a gay bar? No."
"You know what I mean." 
"Yes."
"When?"
"Once. At Oxford, sir. In college. And you?"
"Once? Is that all? Really?"
"Yes."
"Crap."
"I take it this isn't your first time either?" Mulder smiled back into 
his confused eyes. 
"No. I've done this more than once Mulder. My first time was in 
Nam. I...there was a buddy of mine...he...we became lovers. 
There have been others, over the years. Two or three. None 
since my divorce...damn..."
"Sir, you don't have to tell me. Look, you really want to know 
why I came with you tonight don't you?"
Skinner nodded his head slightly in the affirmative.
"To be honest it started out as curiosity."
"Curiosity, for God's sake Mulder, what do you think I am - a 
fucking X-File? Jesus!" Skinner grated. He started to stand up 
and leave.
Mulder grabbed his arm, "No sir, please sit down and hear me 
out."
Skinner sat back down. Some of the gruff Skinner shown 
through for a moment, "Speak" he snapped. His glasses caught 
a beam of reflected light from the bar. The light caused his 
lenses to flash.
"I was curious. You must realize by now I'm open to extreme 
possibilities. I...I've always been curious about what it might be 
like, you know, to experiment..." Mulder let his voice trail off. He 
brushed his hair out of his eyes.
Skinner squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. "With me?" he 
whispered.
"Yes," Mulder admitted, "Tonight tells me you were more than a 
little curious too," he added smiling into Skinner's shocked eyes.
"Shit, why didn't you say something before now, Mulder?"
Mulder had shrugged, "Why didn't you?"
"OK, Point taken."
Skinner smiled at the younger man. He glanced down at his 
own crotch. Christ he had a huge boner. He really needed to do 
something about it soon. It was almost painful.
Mulder glanced in the direction of his eyes.
"Sorry about that, sir," he said, amusement in his voice.
"Oh, Sure, Mulder," Skinner chuckled. Then he got serious, 
"Listen, Mulder I'm going to admit to you I've been more than 
curious for a while now. I...Hell, this is hard for me to admit, all 
right. I'm dying here, Mulder. But, I don't care if it's just curiosity 
on your part, or the chance to experience your much valued 
extreme possibilities."
Mulder remained impassive so Skinner plunged on. Walter 
looked down at his hands.
"What I'm trying to say is - tonight, just for tonight Mulder, I'm 
offering. OK? But, I don't expect you to want the same thing I 
want no matter how much you say yes. I know it's not...well I 
don't think you swing this way as a rule. So, I'm going to give 
you a chance to bow out gracefully before we both do 
something we may regret later. I'm going to go back to the hotel 
now. I'll wait for an hour. If you're still interested you know what 
suite I'm in - 1013. Just come on up and knock on the door."
Skinner coughed slightly and looked back up into Mulder's 
steady gaze.
"Just for one night. A one night stand?" Mulder asked quietly.
"Yes, no strings attached. No mention again that this ever 
happened, understood?" Skinner assured him.
"I understand, sir," Mulder answered.
Skinner nodded his head once, "All right then." He wrapped his 
knuckles on the table for emphasis and then he rose and left the 
booth. He didn't even look back at Fox Mulder.
The walk back to the hotel caused his ardor to cool somewhat. 
He wasn't quite as stiff. It made walking a hell of a lot more 
easy. He made one brief stop on his way back to the hotel. An 
all night drugstore. He slapped the box of condoms and tube of 
KY jelly down defiantly at the check out. He pulled cash from 
his pocket to pay for both. The purchase had been his one 
concession to optimism.
Skinner reached the hotel in 30 minutes.
xXx
In the Heat of the Night...
So, now he stood thinking it was too hot in the room as he 
looked out onto the French Quarter and waited for Fox Mulder. 
He stood looking out the window after he had removed his tie 
and threw it over a chair. He took off his suit coat and threw it 
over the tie. He refused to look at his watch again.
There was a knock at the door. He finally looked at his watch. 
One hour exactly. He released his breath. He hadn't even 
realized he'd been holding it.
He crossed to the door and opened it.
"Hi," Mulder grinned. He lifted the bottle he held in his hand, "I 
think this was the brand, wasn't it?" he asked.
Skinner eyed the bottle of top shelf bourbon.
"Oh, yeah, that's the brand," he smiled, "Come on in."
Mulder walked in and set the bottle down on the suite's wet bar. 
He glanced around.
"Your room's a hell of a lot bigger than mine," he quipped.
"Suite. It's a suite," Skinner replied with humor, "And hey, with 
the fucking hoops they make me jump through, the Bureau 
should spring for something like this once in a while."
"Good point," Mulder replied, "Are there glasses back there?" he 
asked pointing behind the wet bar.
"Yeah. Why don't you pour us a couple of drinks."
"Ok, coming right up, sir." Mulder answered.
"Fox, I guess you can drop the sir for tonight. Why don't you just 
call me Walter."
"Ok. But Walter, call me Mulder, all right? I don't even let Scully 
call me Fox," the younger man requested as he walked behind 
the wet bar. He pulled two glasses from underneath it.
Skinner caught the inflection in his words. Scully? For God's 
sake. "Scully? Are you fucking HER?" he blurted before he 
could stop himself.
Mulder was opening the bottle of bourbon. He twisted the cap 
once, then twice and then without missing a twist of his wrist 
replied, "As a matter of fact, Walter..."
"Jesus, never mind. I don't want to know," Skinner shook his 
head in amazement as he crossed over to the wet bar. He 
walked behind it and stood next to Mulder. Mulder was smirking 
slightly as he put the bottle cap down on the bar. He poured a 
finger of bourbon into each of the two glasses. He placed the 
bottle down carefully next to the cap.
He picked up one of the glasses and handed it to Skinner. He 
picked up the other and then clinked it against Skinner's glass. 
The amber liquid sloshed around. Skinner looked into Mulder's 
eyes. His eyes were hazel flecked with gold.
"Here's looking at you, Walter," Mulder said. He tipped his glass 
up and drained it in one gulp. He swallowed hard.
Skinner tipped his up and did the same. Then he put the glass 
back down on the top of the wet bar. Mulder followed his 
movement and then he set his down as well. They stood staring 
at each other for a moment. And then Skinner stepped forward 
and took Mulder by the hip with one hand. He reached up and 
touched his cheek. Mulder shut his eyes and inclined his head 
into Skinner's hand as it ran down his face.
"Mulder, you're skin, it, it's..." Skinner dropped his hand and let it 
join the other to hold Mulder's hips. He leaned forward and 
pressed his lips to Mulder's mouth. He tasted more bourbon. 
Their bourbon mingled on their lips. <Oh God, Oh God,> 
Skinner's thoughts spun as Mulder opened his mouth to admit 
his tongue. Skinner felt Mulder wrap his arms around him and 
he sighed as the younger man began to rub his back. 
Skinner crushed Mulder against him and kissed him 
convulsively. His hands were shaking as he brought them up to 
grip Mulder's head. He pulled his head closer to deepen the 
kiss.
Their tongues warred and chased each other around their 
mouths. Skinner tried to be gentle. He didn't want to frighten 
Mulder with the intensity of his desire. He was almost beyond 
thought. He groaned low in his throat. Mulder ran his hands 
down onto Skinner's ass and gripped him tight.
Walter reluctantly broke the kiss. He pushed Mulder back 
slightly and looked into his face. 
"I take it this means you're accepting my offer?" he chuckled.
"I guess it's my turn not to be very subtle," Mulder quipped, "Do 
you want to uh, undress? You know you're going to have to tell 
me what you want here Walter. Like I said - it's been a long time 
since I did anything like this." 
Skinner let a small smile play across his lips, "Yeah, well, it 
hasn't exactly been yesterday for me either. Maybe, uh, maybe 
we should take things a little more slowly? Would that be all right 
with you?"
"Sure, I think we'd enjoy this a lot more that way. Savor the 
moment as they say." Mulder smiled, "Would you like to go in 
the bedroom?" he added.
Skinner swallowed, "Yeah, I think that might be a good idea."
Mulder took his hand and led him into the suite's bedroom.
"Hey, you know how to pick 'em, don't you?" Mulder laughed. 
The bed was an enormous looking King.
"Well, it came with the suite," Skinner retorted. The room was in 
shadow.
"Lights on or off, Mulder?" Skinner asked.
"Oh. Well, how about just the bed side lamp? A little atmosphere 
never hurts."
"Does Scully like mood lighting?" Skinner asked as he walked 
over and switched on the light. The room was bathed in a soft 
glow.
Mulder shook his head, "Now, now, Walter. Don't ask, don't tell," 
he quipped.
Skinner laughed, "Yeah, all right, I'll drop the subject."
Mulder was standing by the bed. He started to take off his tie. 
He stopped and pulled out his wallet and ID. He removed his 
gun and holster. All of it went on the night stand. Skinner did the 
same.
Skinner began to unbutton his shirt.
"Would you like me to do that for you Walter?" Mulder asked 
quietly.
"Oh, uh, sure," Skinner replied. He was grateful. His hands were 
shaking again.
Mulder walked over and stood in front of Skinner. His hazel 
eyes seemed to bore right into Walter's head. He concentrated 
on working each of Skinner's shirt buttons lose. The older man 
breathed deeply as Mulder opened his shirt for him. He watched 
Mulder work the shirt tail up out of his pants. Mulder pushed 
Skinner's shirt back and off his shoulders. It dropped to the floor 
behind the older man. Skinner reached down and pulled up his 
own t-shirt. He pulled that off as well and threw it onto the floor.
"How about you, Mulder?" he asked huskily, "I, I'd like to watch 
you undress," he whispered.
"Watch me? Hey, all right. Hang on." Mulder stepped back. 
Skinner sat down on the edge of the bed. He stared at the 
younger man. Sweat beaded on his brow. He knew it wasn't too 
hot in the room now. He'd jacked up the cool air earlier. No, he 
was hot. Incredibly on fire. His entire nervous system was 
glowing.
Mulder removed his shoes and socks. He placed them next to 
the night stand. Then he removed his tie and suit coat and threw 
them over onto an over stuffed chair next to the bed. His shirt 
and then his t-shirt came off next, slowly. He glanced at Skinner 
and smiled.
Skinner smiled back, "You have a...uh, your chest is...you're in 
good shape Mulder," he stammered.
"Yeah, I do a lot of swimming and running Walter," Mulder 
replied.
"Yeah, I guess I knew that," Skinner admitted.
"And, you have nothing to be embarrassed about there either. 
I'd say you've kept yourself in shape," Mulder complimented the 
older man, "You must still work out."
"Yeah, I still lift weights," Skinner replied, nodding in 
acknowledgment of the compliment. Skinner nervously ran his 
hand over his mouth as Mulder's hands moved to his belt 
buckle. His eyes followed each movement of Mulder's hands. 
He had long, really graceful fingers. Skinner looked at his own 
hands. They were large and blunt. Rough. He hoped distantly 
that his hands would be gentle tonight. He knew Mulder's would. 
He wanted to feel those graceful hands. He ached for them.
Mulder pulled his belt from the loops and tossed it over to join 
his tie. He made short work of pulling down his slacks and then 
he stood before Walter Skinner in just his boxers. They were 
black silk boxers with white UFOs all over them. Skinner 
suppressed a grin.
"Ok, I will tell you these were a gift from Scully," Mulder 
smirked, "And don't say anything - all right?"
Skinner raised both his eyebrows and then he laughed like hell. 
"Well, it's sort of a relief to know Dana Scully has a sense of 
humor, at least."
He got his laughter under control then, "Uh, can I take those off 
for you, Agent Mulder?" he asked quietly.
Mulder arched an eyebrow and smiled wide. He shrugged and 
raised his arms slightly.
"Be my guest, Walter." 
Skinner got up off the bed and took the three short steps it took 
to stand in front of Mulder. He gently gripped the band on 
Mulder's shorts and tugged them down his legs. Mulder wiggled 
a bit and the boxers dropped to the floor. He stepped out of 
them. Skinner stepped back again and let himself look below 
Mulder's waist. "Well that's certainly impressive," he thought, 
"And he isn't even completely erect." He envied Dana Scully for 
a moment. But he grinned inwardly when he realized maybe 
she'd be envious if she knew what he was going to get tonight.
"So, does it meet with your approval, Walter?" Mulder asked 
chuckling.
"Oh, yeah. Most definitely."
"Well, if this is show and tell, don't you think you should take 
your turn now?" Mulder asked.
Skinner looked up into Mulder's eyes. He sighed. He had been 
hoping to put that off a little longer but he guessed he'd just run 
out of time. Mulder was watching him intently. He decided he'd 
better let him in on the one thing that made him a bit self 
conscious about his physique.
"All right, but I need to tell you something, Mulder," he began as 
he undid his belt.
He kicked off his shoes and removed his socks placing them 
with the shoes next to Mulder's shoes by the night stand. He 
looked back up at Mulder.
"What?" Mulder asked his eyes following Skinner's hands just 
as he had done with Mulder's a moment before.
"Well, you remember my telling you I was wounded in Nam, 
right?"
"Yes."
"Well...Oh crap, just look," he said. He removed his slacks, belt 
still attached, along with his white briefs in one harsh yank. He 
stepped out of them as well but he continued to look down at his 
feet.
Skinner heard Mulder's small intake of breath. Well that was 
better than most people managed the first time they saw his 
scars.
Walter Skinner had been severely wounded in combat. As a 
matter of fact, he had almost died from his wounds. He had a 
large white twisted scar that ran from just below his belly button 
down around past his genitals through his pubic hair and over 
onto his hip bone. He had another smaller scar on his thigh. 
Both scars were from the combat wounds, of course, and the 
less than expert MASH unit surgery afterwards.
He was always self conscious the first time a lover saw the 
scars. People could be funny about such things. "Lover?" he 
thought. Christ he'd just referred to Fox Mulder as his lover.
"God, Walter, I, I had no idea," Mulder whispered and then he 
walked forward and touched the top of the scar lightly with his 
finger. Skinner hissed as Mulder trailed his finger over his hard 
flat stomach.
"Shit, Walter, your stomach's like a fucking washboard," Mulder 
said in appreciation. He ran his hand through Skinner's pubic 
hair towards his cock. Skinner hadn't been completely hard yet 
but the proximity of Mulder's fingers was getting him there very 
quickly.
"Do you want me to touch you now?" Mulder asked, shyly.
"Yes," Skinner replied very quietly.
Mulder trailed his fingers down Skinner's hardening length. 
Skinner shifted and Mulder took his cock in his hand.
Skinner could feel Mulder hefting him, testing his size, his 
thickness, the texture of his skin, analyzing, comparing. The 
agent's brow was furrowed a bit and his lips pursed in 
concentration. Mulder used his other hand to massage Walter's 
balls in their sack. All the while the younger man's attention was 
focused on the tactile experience. It was so Mulder. It was also 
a total turn on. Skinner bit his lip under Mulder's exquisite 
scrutiny.
Walter stepped closer and placed one hand on Mulder's 
shoulder for support. He placed his forehead against Mulder's 
as the younger man released his balls and began to pump his 
cock slowly and erotically. Skinner's mouth sagged open 
slightly. His breath quickened.
"Is this the way you like it?" Mulder whispered.
"Good, Ahhh. Yeah, that's good," Skinner managed to gasp. He 
concentrated on the sensations, but he also concentrated on 
holding back. He was in ecstasy and he wanted to prolong it as 
long as he could. He didn't want to come. But he did want to 
share the moment. He reached down and took Mulder's half 
erect cock in his hand. Mulder rested his free hand lightly on 
Skinner's hip. Skinner began to lazily stroke Mulder's penis in 
time with Mulder's movements on his organ. Mulder's penis 
swelled and lengthened in his grasp. The younger man shut his 
eyes and savored Skinner's ministrations as the older man 
began to pump him harder.
"Do you want to come like this?" Skinner hissed into Mulder's 
face. He was pressing his forehead hard against Mulder's 
forehead. His eyes were tightly shut. The feeling in his cock and 
balls was indescribable. A low moan broke from his throat.
Mulder's hips bucked slightly. "Fuck, Walter, Stop, I'm gonna, 
no, not..."
"Ok, hang on," Skinner said and then he grasped Mulder just 
behind the glans and squeezed him hard.
"Christ," Mulder hissed in surprise. He removed his hand from 
Skinner's cock and grabbed at Skinner's hand. His imminent 
need to ejaculate was gone in Skinner's powerful grip.
"Sorry. Didn't you know about that technique? It'll stop you from 
coming. You're going to go half mast again for a while but we'll 
take care of it," Skinner chuckled.
"God, well, yeah I knew about it but you could have given me a 
little warning," Mulder laughed despite the slight shock.
Skinner smiled. It seemed Dana Scully was a woman of many 
talents. Mulder removed his hand from Skinner and Skinner 
removed his from Mulder's cock.
Skinner took Mulder's hands in his and drew him closer. Mulder 
settled against him comfortably and Skinner wound his hands 
around his body and onto his ass. Mulder did the same. They 
kissed. Skinner's hard on pressed between Mulder's thighs. 
Skinner tasted bourbon again as their tongues explored the 
recesses of each other's mouths.
"Oh, God, Mulder, you, you taste good," Skinner moaned. 
Mulder broke the kiss. He looked into Walter's glasses. He 
reached up and removed them. Skinner smiled. He had been 
so caught up in the moment he had forgotten to remove his 
specs. Mulder moved briefly to put Skinner's glasses on the 
night stand. He turned back around and came to stand in front 
of Skinner again.
"Would you like me to go down on you?" Mulder whispered, 
"I...I'd like to do it," he added. 
Skinner gulped. In his dreams he had seen this moment and 
now his dream was about to be fulfilled.
"Christ, yes," He touched the younger man's head as Mulder 
went down on his knees in front of him, "But, not too much, I 
mean - don't deep throat me, all right. I'll shoot. I don't want to 
come yet either," he advised.
"Tell me when to stop," Mulder replied and then he took 
Skinner's cock into his mouth. Electric jolts of fire climbed up 
Skinner's penis, traveled along his spine and exploded in white 
hot shards behind his myopic eyes.
Mulder gripped Skinner's hip with one hand and his penis with 
the other. He took his cock in halfway and then slid his mouth 
back down to the tip. He worked the head of Walter's cock with 
slow, sucking motions. When he stopped sucking he teased him 
with his lips and tongue. Walter groaned as Mulder sucked him 
in a second time, teasing just the tip again over and over. 
"Jesus, somebody taught him how to do this right," Skinner 
thought.
Skinner sensed Mulder was fighting the urge to deep throat him, 
"S'good," he mumbled stroking his hair in encouragement. "But, 
don't...not all the way..." he hissed again in warning. Mulder 
bobbed his head slightly in acknowledgment and the movement 
sent yet another raw jolt of pleasure up Skinner's backbone.
Liquid appeared at the tip of Skinner's penis. He started to drip. 
Mulder sucked in the pre-cum and then ran it around the glans 
with one long lap of his tongue. "Oh Fuck," Skinner gasped. 
"That's it," Walter thought suddenly, "Stop," he rumbled, shutting 
his eyes. Mulder pulled back instantly. Skinner struggled to 
regain control. He sighed. It had been close but he knew he'd be 
able to keep it up. He didn't want to disappoint Mulder by 
coming too soon. At his age he was never sure he'd get hard 
twice in one night. "Getting old is hell," he thought wryly as he 
contemplated his younger lover's damp, full lower lip.
Mulder stood up. "Are you all right?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah, more than all right," he smiled and touched Mulder's 
chin.
Mulder smiled back. He reached his hand over and touched his 
bald scalp, "Do you mind? I, I've been dying to do this for a long 
time." Mulder smirked a bit.
"Sure, some people think it's good luck," Skinner quipped back.
Mulder grinned. "I thought you had to be Irish for that to work."
"My Mother was Irish." 
Mulder guffawed. He ran his hand tenderly over Skinner's head. 
"It feels like your ass, Walter," he grinned wickedly.
"Hey, watch it Mister," Skinner laughed. He swatted Mulder 
playfully on the butt, "Hey, do you want to get in bed?" he 
asked.
"Yeah, I think that would be just fine, Walter."
They lay down side by side and then the body work began in 
earnest. Skinner just wanted to touch Mulder all over. The 
younger man lay back and allowed him to explore. He 
obviously enjoyed the attention. His eyes closed and his nostrils 
flared as Skinner stroked his neck.
Skinner thought he looked like a stallion tamed only temporarily 
- ready to run at any moment. Mulder's breath began to quicken 
and he shifted and stretched under Skinner's touch. As he 
stretched the stallion disappeared and in it's place a panther 
appeared, arching it's back in pleasure under it's master's 
hands.
Skinner reveled in Mulder's taunt, male body. Lean, muscular. 
Like his own but different as well. His evening beard stubble. 
His sparse chest hair. The hard curve of his hip. The mixture of 
soft and rough skin. His full head of perpetually unruly hair. 
Skinner ran his hands through that hair. He brushed Mulder's 
bangs out of his hazel eyes. Mulder opened his eyes then and 
smiled at the older man.
Skinner noticed his mouth again. He lingered over his lips. That 
pouting, sensuous lower lip. He ran a finger over that lip, slowly 
and erotically. Mulder's breath quickened further.
Walter let his hands flow over every inch of Fox Mulder's 
athletic form. He realized suddenly that his hands could be 
tender and light in their caresses. Mulder brought out that subtle, 
gentle side of him. Mulder arched up under his touch and 
Skinner plunged down to lick and taste his nipples. He lapped 
his way down Mulder' torso. The agent was writhing under his 
mouth and Skinner worked his way back up his body to nuzzle 
his neck 
"Oh Jesus..." Mulder groaned as Skinner kissed his pounding 
pulse.
Walter shifted over him and kissed the younger man long and 
slow. They ground their hips and cocks together for a few 
moments, whimpering into each other's mouths. Skinner felt 
overcome with the rush of raw sexual fire. He shifted off Mulder 
a moment so that he could regain some control.
Mulder looked into his eyes. Walter read the desire there. The 
agent was loving it and Skinner smiled. He was really loving the 
whole experience too. Time to tease Fox Mulder a bit. Walter 
still liked to feel in control after all. But he would make it a 
playful control. Nothing aggressive or demanding.
The younger man grinned then and glanced down at his 
erection. He was as hard as a rock again and it was obvious he 
wanted his partner to give that area of his body some additional 
attention.
Skinner nodded in acknowledgment of his gaze, "You want me 
to bring you off?" 
"Yeah, I...I this is too much - I need...Christ - just blow me - 
OK?" Mulder laughed. His dick really was weeping. Skinner 
grinned back. He might as well take pity on him, but first he 
needed to know something.
"Blow you?" Skinner grinned, raising an eyebrow
"Walter, please..." Mulder giggled slightly, "I'm dying here," he 
laughed. Skinner grinned wider.
"If I suck you off can you get hard again? I mean I'm having too 
much fun here. I'd like to see this thing stand at attention again 
tonight, Mulder...it's quite a turn on." he smirked, running a 
finger around the tip of Mulder's cock."
Fox Mulder really had a magnificent cock Skinner thought as 
he teased it. Long and elegant just like his fingers. Walter was 
wider and larger which some of his partners had found a bit 
difficult. Of course some found it a real asset as well. Mulder's 
cock was just beautiful. He imagined Dana Scully must find her 
partner's dick an asset. Skinner did. 
As he contemplated Mulder's erection and ran his finger up and 
down its length Mulder was talking. His words came in a rush, 
"God, you are a sadist Walter...I can go again, don't worry...no 
problem Big Guy...I can get perpendicular at a moment's 
notice...I..."
Mulder's voice rose to a yelp as Skinner took his cock deep into 
his mouth.
"God damn..." he hissed. Skinner deep throated him in one long 
sucking motion. Mulder began to buck up into the other man's 
face in uncontrolled pumps. Giving head to either sex was 
something Walter Skinner knew how do to very well. Mulder's 
reaction only reinforced his pride in his abilities as the agent 
writhed and shoved himself in as deep as Skinner could take 
him. Mulder's eyes grew a bit wide at the sight of his boss taking 
his entire cock in without so much as batting an eye.
Skinner relaxed his gag reflex and kept up just the right amount 
of pressure. His cheeks hollowed with each sucking motion. 
Mulder came suddenly, and violently, with a hoarse shout. His 
thigh muscles trembled as he spurted cum. Walter relaxed 
further and swallowed as Mulder's warm semen coursed down 
his throat.
"Oh God..." Mulder moaned as he thrust twice more and then 
he collapsed back onto the bed with a groan.
Skinner released his now flaccid penis and ran his hands down 
onto his balls. He massaged them gently as Mulder's breathing 
started to return to normal.
"You ok?" he asked.
Mulder glanced at Skinner's hands, "Feels good, thanks..." he 
grinned, "I could say something about the Hoover in J. Edgar 
Hoover, but I'll restrain myself."
Skinner barked a laugh and took his hands off Mulder's balls. 
He shifted up to lie next to him.
"Sharon used to do that for me afterwards. I don't know - for 
some reason it felt fantastic." 
"I liked it," Mulder replied quietly. He reached up and wiped 
some of his own cum from Walter's lips.
"Sorry..."
"Why? You tasted good. I'm not complaining."
"Oh. Well, fine."
"I'm just glad you enjoyed it."
"Hey, no question about enjoyment, Walter. No sir."
Skinner ran a finger lazily up and down Mulder's chest. Mulder 
reached up and stopped it's wandering.
"Uh, Can I touch you too now? I'd sort of...would you let me 
touch you?"
Skinner grinned and took Mulder's hand, placing it on his chest, 
as a signal that he wanted the agents touch in return. Mulder 
smiled broadly, pushing the older man back gently onto the bed. 
The agent shifted up on one elbow and began his exploration of 
Walter Skinner.
He rubbed Skinner's nipples in a light, circular motion. When 
Skinner took in a sharp breath, Mulder increased the pressure.
"Yeah, I like that..." Skinner whispered. Mulder briefly bent his 
head and sucked on each nipple in turn, teasing them even 
more erect.
"Damn..." Skinner rasped in appreciation.
Mulder lifted his head and smiled into Skinner's eyes. The older 
man lifted a hand and ran it down his cheek and neck. He 
dropped his hand as Mulder levered up, and then straddled 
Walter's hips. The agent began to massage Walter's muscles 
expertly, relaxing spots that Skinner hadn't even known were 
tense.
Fox Mulder ran his hands over Walter's chest, shoulders, 
stomach, thighs - over his entire body. His long graceful fingers 
kneaded and stroked him, inflamed him. Just like Skinner had 
dreamt, just like he'd wanted all along. Skinner moaned quietly, 
and moved under the younger man. He closed his eyes as well. 
Mulder shifted off to lay next to Walter and then he replaced his 
hands with his mouth.
Walter allowed himself to enjoy it all. On one level he just 
wanted to shoot to the moon. To let himself fall over into 
orgasmic release. But on another level he wanted to hold out 
just a bit longer. Long enough to make the feeling waver 
exquisitely between pleasure and pain. If he could manage that 
when he did come he would explode and it was something he 
really wanted tonight. A spectacular climax for both himself and 
his lover. So he enjoyed Mulder's touch but he held back in 
anticipation of greater things to come.
When Mulder reached the older man's stomach with his lips he 
stopped and scooted back up to lay next to Skinner. He 
propped himself up on one elbow and touched the tip of 
Skinner's nose. Walter's eyes popped open.
"Isn't this usually where one partner asks the other, top or 
bottom?" he asked quietly. Skinner stared at him hard.
"What?"
"Uh, I'm sorry if I'm getting this wrong, Walter. I...well to tell you 
the truth this is pretty much as far as I got the last time. We 
ended up sucking each other off - that was it. I mean, I'm not 
totally ignorant of what could go on here though. Hell, with as 
many fuck tapes as I've watched I've got an idea...but practical 
experience - no." He looked at Skinner, his eyes hooded and 
lazy as he ran a finger over Skinner's chest.
"Oh," Skinner replied in a small voice. He hadn't considered this 
possibility. The next step had been something he had hoped for 
of course. It was why he was saving the erection he still had so 
assiduously. But in reality he hadn't really expected to go 
further. It was a lot to ask for on a one night stand with a less 
than experienced partner. Well, that was all right he thought. He 
could certainly blow Mulder all night if the agent wanted it. He 
really loved sucking his cock. He'd be more than happy to do it 
again.
"Well, that's ok, Mulder, uh, I can do you again if you'd like. We 
can do each other - whatever. I...I don't need to go any further."
Mulder looked into his eyes, "But you want to, don't you Walter," 
he stated the obvious. 
"I'm not going to lie to you, Mulder. Yeah, I'd like to go further."
Mulder looked down at Skinner's erection as if he were sizing 
things up. He looked back up and said, "So, I'm asking, top or 
bottom? Am I getting the question right Walter?"
"Oh, yeah, you're getting it right, Mulder. Which would you 
prefer?"
Skinner knew he would do anything for Mulder at that point. 
Just his willingness to go further filled his chest with emotion. If 
Mulder wanted to be the top he wouldn't argue. The agent would 
only be the first man he'd let top him. But what the hell. He'd let 
Fox Mulder fuck him in the ass. He'd love every inch too. 
Skinner touched the other man's cheek. He ran his hand along 
the stubble on Mulder's jaw.
"I'd prefer to see you happy, Walter," Mulder replied quietly. 
Skinner's stomach lurched. He growled low in his throat and 
pulled the younger man fiercely into his embrace. They kissed 
wildly, groping and grunting, tongues warring in each other's 
mouths. Their legs tangled.
Skinner released Mulder's mouth for a moment and the 
younger man sobbed under his breath, "Oh Jesus."
Skinner held him close and whispered in his ear, "On top."
"Yes," Mulder agreed. Skinner released him and gently rubbed 
Mulder's hip.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"All right, Mulder, hang on a second then," Skinner said and he 
reached over Mulder and struggled with the night stand drawer. 
He pulled out the box of condoms and tube of lubricant. Mulder 
arched an eyebrow. "Hey, I'm somewhat of an optimist, 
contrary to popular belief," Skinner said.
"Yeah, I guess," Mulder grinned. "But those aren't really 
necessary, you must know I'm clean, and I assumed...." he let 
his voice trail off.
"Oh, I'm clean, Mulder," Skinner rumbled, "If I wasn't I wouldn't 
have asked you to be with me. But these are lubricated, and 
believe me, it's going to help. Besides, I enjoy using one of 
these. It, well, I can...it just prolongs the experience so to 
speak."
"Oh. Well, I can understand that," Mulder replied quietly.
Skinner placed the tube of KY jelly next to them on the bed 
within easy reach. He opened the box of condoms and took out 
one of the packets. Mulder watched as he ripped the foil. 
Skinner slid the damp rubber out.
"Allow me," Mulder smiled and he took the rubber from 
Skinner's hands. Skinner lay back, his erection jutting between 
them. Mulder gently unrolled the condom down Skinner's 
length. The little reservoir tip bobbed at the top with each heavy 
breath Walter took.
"So, how do you want to do this? Mulder asked huskily, as he 
sat up further. "Should I get on my hands and knees?"
Skinner looked in his eyes. He could tell Mulder was still a bit 
nervous. He didn't want to hurt him. He wanted the next 
minutes to be a pleasant experience for them both.
"We could do it that way, but if you'll let me guide you, I mean, 
let me show you...I think I know a better way. I...I'd like to see 
your face anyway."
"All right, I'm in your hands, Walter," Mulder's smile was both 
nervous and anticipatory. 
Skinner shifted and rose to kneel at Mulder's side. He gently 
pushed Mulder flat onto the bed. He touched his knee.
"You'll need to raise these, buddy." Mulder did as suggested.
Skinner pushed his knees apart and moved to kneel between 
Mulder's thighs. Walter grinned. Jesus, he was semi-erect again 
all ready. "Ah youth," he thought reaching forward. He took 
Mulder's hardening penis in his hand.
"Mulder, I'm going to get you completely hard again. Then, I'll 
almost bring you off, all right? Tell me like you did before when 
you're close. I want you to enjoy this...just relax. Understand?"
"No problem, Walter," Mulder touched his arm.
"Just lay back and let me do the work...lover," he barely 
whispered the last word as he began to pump Mulder's cock. 
The younger man closed his eyes again and a dreamy smile 
played across his lips. Skinner thought he looked incredibly 
handsome. Mulder began to get completely hard almost 
immediately. Skinner increased the motion of his hand. Mulder 
began to rotate and buck his hips. He moaned low in his chest. 
Skinner could tell he was holding back himself this time, 
savoring the sensations.
"That's right, Mulder, relax. Ride it. Come on. That's it. God, I 
love the feel of your cock," he rumbled. "I love the way you 
moan. Christ, the way you move...I..."
"Stop!" Mulder opened his eyes and grabbed Skinner's wrist 
quickly. Skinner stopped instantly. Mulder smiled. "I'm *relaxed* 
enough Big Guy. My fucking spine's turned to butter," he 
gasped.
"Ok." Skinner breathed raggedly. He struggled for control again. 
He wanted to concentrate on Mulder's response and pleasure 
now. He didn't want this to be about Walter Skinner right at the 
moment. He wanted instead to make this a good experience for 
his lover. So, he focused on Mulder and not on his own 
throbbing cock as the agent lay gasping below him. 
Skinner reached over and grasped Mulder's right knee. "Raise 
your knees up, Mulder, I mean up high ok, Can you bring your 
legs back? You know, like you would if you're doing those gut 
buster sit-ups in the gym?"
"Yeah, I can do that." Mulder hissed, his face a grimace of 
pleasure, as his cock throbbed between his legs.
"Good," Skinner stated. 
Mulder raised his knees and legs up. Skinner reached over and 
grabbed a pillow. He placed it carefully under Mulder's raised 
ass. Then he gently lifted each of Mulder's legs and placed one 
over either shoulder. He stroked Mulder's left thigh and then his 
ass as well, "Are you...is this comfortable."
Mulder shifted slightly closer and wriggled his hips to settle 
himself, "Feels fine..." he grinned, showing teeth. He swallowed 
hard when his cock twitched again. 
Skinner noticed and laughed, "That fucker has a life of it's own 
doesn't it?"
"NNNo kidding," Mulder stuttered out raggedly.
Skinner smiled again and picked up the tube of lubricant. He 
squirted some out onto his palm and warmed it up between his 
hands, spreading it over his fingers too. He dropped the tube 
down next to the pillow.
"Are you ready?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, God, I'm more than ready," Mulder sighed.
"I'm going to work a couple fingers in here first. This shouldn't 
be too bad. You've had your prostate checked haven't you?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, this is going to feel a lot like an exam."
"Jesus, I hope not! Dr. Ramsey has the bed side manner of 
fucking Dr. Kevorkian."
"You never got a hard-on from this?" Skinner chuckled.
"Hell no, not with butt buster Ramsey shoving his boney fingers 
up there," Mulder breathed out heavily.
Skinner smirked a little, "Well, let's see if I can do a little better 
then your Doctor."
"I'm counting on it Big Man," Mulder laughed as Skinner 
reached forward to test where he wanted his fingers to go. 
Mulder was tight. The younger man bit his lip slightly as Skinner 
probed him. Skinner gauged how much lube and force he 
thought he'd need and then he looked Mulder in the eyes. He 
got very serious.
"Ok. But look, if I hurt you don't hesitate to say something. I 
don't want to hurt you Mulder. Don't be a martyr, all right?"
"I hear you," Mulder smiled to reassure him.
Skinner fished for the lube again. He squeezed out additional 
lube and smeared it further over his fingers. The tube went back 
down onto the bedspread. He moved his hand between 
Mulder's ass cheeks swabbing a liberal amount of the lube over 
Mulder's anus. He inserted a finger slowly into the younger 
man's body. Mulder tensed slightly.
"Mulder, relax. I mean it. Take a deep breath." Mulder did as 
Skinner suggested. Skinner felt him loosen. He inserted the first 
finger up to it's base. He was tight but things weren't unyielding. 
That was good Skinner thought. Mulder remained relaxed so 
Skinner inserted his second finger. Mulder gasped a bit.
"Are you ok?" Skinner asked quickly. Mulder's larynx worked. 
"Yeah, that, that feels kind of good," he whispered. Skinner 
smiled.
"Ok, shut your eyes again if you want. How does this feel?" 
Skinner asked. He moved his fingers in and out gently, 
seductively. He teased them in and out.
Mulder's eyes dropped shut and he titled his ass up a bit further. 
"Oh...that, yeah..." he husked.
Skinner continued to stroke inside the younger man. He hadn't 
quite touched the spot he knew Mulder was really going to enjoy 
having him stroke. But he was about to do it, and he watched 
the younger man's face to make sure he was really taking too 
fingers in stride. Mulder's breathing quickened again. Skinner 
felt him loosen even further under his hand. 
Mulder, I'm going to work a third finger in here. If you can take 
three I know you can think about taking me."
"Uh, Ok," Mulder whispered.
Skinner worked the third finger in and Mulder let out a grunt of 
pleasure. Skinner smiled and then he angled his fingers up, just 
brushing the tips over Mulder's prostate.
"Holy God," Mulder yelped. He came off the bed like a steel 
spring. "Bingo," Skinner thought. Mulder moaned and then he 
laughed, gasping, as Skinner ran his fingers over the spot again.
"You like?" Skinner asked chuckling roughly.
"Christ Jesus, Walter. Beats that sadist Ramsey all to...oh 
God...I'm gonna..."
"Come?"
"NO! Not...don't wanna..."
"Not yet?"
"No..you, you..."
"Bastard?"
"I was gonna say slut..."
Skinner laughed at that as Mulder pumped his hips up slightly, 
pressing into his hand. 
"Who's a slut Mulder?" Skinner commented with another 
barking laugh.
"God, Walter..."
Skinner studied Mulder's flushed face. "He's really gone," he 
thought. It felt good to see the agent enjoy himself. He knew 
Mulder was ready. Fuck, Skinner was more than ready too.
He pulled his fingers out. Mulder groaned with the loss of 
contact. Skinner wiped his fingers on the bedspread and then 
he began to stroke Mulder's thigh again lightly.
"All right, Mulder, I...I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to go 
really slow. If it hurts tell me to stop. Please don't let me hurt 
you. I'm serious."
Mulder nodded his head once. Skinner grabbed the lube again 
and smeared additional lubricant on both Mulder's anus and the 
condom. Tossing the lube aside he slid his hands down Mulder's 
legs. He gripped Mulder's hips to steady them. He pressed his 
cock against the younger man and then he gently began to 
push inside him.
Mulder's breath caught in his throat, "Ohhh..." he groaned. 
Skinner stopped his gentle pushing. "Are you ok?" he asked 
again.
"Yeah, God, this is...Christ, Walter, go ahead. I...want... Oh 
God, go deeper, please.." Mulder begged.
Skinner almost went over the edge right there. The sound of 
Mulder begging for his cock almost sent him crashing over into 
the orgasm he knew he wanted now more than anything. Once 
again, he gasped for control. He concentrated to stay calm and 
gentle. He held Mulder's hips for a moment longer to guide 
himself in. One last thrust and he was up to his balls inside his 
lover.
Skinner settled against Mulder, "How are you doing, guy?" he 
asked quietly. He released the younger man's hips, patted 
Mulder's knee and then rested his hands on his thighs. Both 
men were breathing heavily.
Mulder opened his eyes, "I'm fine, Walter," he smiled and then 
his face twisted in pleasure again. "I thought this *would* hurt, 
but, God, it's...it feels so good."
"Are you sure you're all right? Skinner whispered urgently, "Is it 
really good? Is that the truth? Please don't lie to me." There was 
tenderness and pleading in Walter Skinner's voice.
"It's the truth," Mulder replied staring into his eyes, "It's...it 
feels...I'm NOT lying!" Mulder laughed, "Christ, Walter, take my 
word for it, all right?"
Skinner smiled and stroked his ass. He shifted slightly and 
growled low in his throat. "I wanted this so much," he whispered, 
"I...I need to, I need..."
"Go for it, Walter," Mulder smiled, touching his hand where it 
rested on his leg. He tilted his head back in pleasure, his lips 
parted slightly with his ragged breathing, and then he shut his 
eyes.
"Oh My God, Mulder," Skinner groaned as Mulder's ass 
muscles went into spasm around him. That was it, he couldn't 
hold back any longer. Skinner moved his hips back and then 
forward. Thrust.
"Jesus, you're...so tight, so...oh sweet Jesusss..." Skinner 
hissed between gritted teeth. He pulled back and thrust in again.
Skinner went on autopilot. His mind was bathed in a searing 
sexual heat. Mulder's heat. Tight, hot. His musky animal scent. 
Sex smell. Male. Pre-cum. Salt and so sweet. Inner muscles 
clenching. Thighs slickening with sweat. Long, slow languid 
thrusts at first. Don't hurt him. Don't hurt him. Oh Dear God, I 
can't hold it back...I can't...Oh fuck. Then the slapping of thigh 
against thigh. Asses moving back and forth in an age old dance. 
Mulder moaning, writhing. Pumping, Pumping. His balls 
slapping up hard against Mulder's ass. Finding his voice...
"Is it good?" Skinner gasped. Thrust.
"God, yes. Oh fuck." 
Mulder's hands fisting, clenching the bedspread. One hand 
coming up, fluttering spasmodically towards his hard on. Eyes 
opening to watch in wonder but closing again. Overcome with 
the emotion. His lips parted. Breath coming in gasps. Marvelous 
sensual mouth. Oh Christ Oh Christ. Ramming in harder as 
Mulder's hips buck. He struggles to catch the unfamiliar more 
powerful rhythm of being fucked in the ass. Whimpering as he 
can't quite grasp his pre-cum slick cock.
"Oh, God, Walter, please..." the begging note in Mulder's voice 
undeniable.
"Do you want to come too?" Thrust.
"OhMyGodYes!"
Skinner reached down in front and between Mulder's legs. He 
grasped his erect cock and began to pump it in time with his 
thrusts up Mulder's ass.
"Is this good?" Pump. Thrust.
"Fuck Yes!"
The almost unbearable pleasure of jerking Mulder' cock. God it 
feels like hot steel fresh out of a blast furnace. Pound that thing. 
Like beating metal. Hammer into anvil. Steel covered in velvet 
or maybe soft kid leather. Swollen, slick, wonderful. "If only I 
could figure out a way to suck him now," Skinner thought. I'd 
love to taste him. Can't concentrate to even figure out a way. 
Just fist him. Oh God I wonder if this is ok for him...Oh 
GGGod....
"Like this? Oh fuck," Skinner groaned as Mulder slapped up 
hard against him again.
"I Love It! Ohhhhhh! Don't Stop!"
"I won't stop lover...Pump. Thrust...I won't stop...Pump. 
Thrust...I won't..." Pump. Thrust. Skinner went beyond words 
then. He sobbed into his own chest as his hips drove between 
Mulder's thighs.
"Oh OH OH.." the younger man began to groan and his bucking 
hips became even more frenzied. "Jesus, harder...s'good."
"Harder, where?"
"Up my ass! Oh fuck..." 
That suggestion made it really difficult for Skinner to 
concentrate on what his hand was doing. He struggled 
desperately to keep pumping Mulder's cock. He wanted the 
younger man to feel the utter searing pleasure, the total sensory 
overload of having his lover's cock inside and his lover's hand 
on him, jerking him off.
Mulder sensed his trouble and he opened his eyes. He snaked 
his hand down and was able to catch hold of his cock at last.
"Walter, just...I can do it. Get off. Fuck me," Mulder managed to 
gasp out.
Skinner groaned and licked his lips. He placed both hands on 
Mulder's legs and pushed up and forward so he could drive in 
deeper and angle up as well. He began to focus on thrusting, 
thrusting hard and fast.
"Oh Mother of God this is so...I'm so cccclose," Skinner's mind 
stuttered. He was in ecstasy. He was reaching that pinnacle of 
pleasure coupled with pain that he had so devoutly wanted to 
reach. The rubber had done it's job deadening sensations just 
enough to bring him to the brink. Now he was more then ready 
to crash over the edge into blissful oblivion.
"Mulder, you...God, this...s'ggggood." Thrust.
"Uhhhhh..." Mulder groaned as he pumped his cock. Skinner 
looked into his eyes. What he saw there took him to new heights 
of pleasure. He reached back down and took Mulder's cock.
"Mulder, ccccome for me. I want to see your face..." Skinner 
begged.
Mulder looked Skinner square in the eyes. His breathing was 
coming in deep strangled gasps. He was so close Skinner 
thought. Skinner pistoned into him. His hand moved up and 
down Mulder's cock. Thrust. Pump. Once, Thrust, Pump, twice. 
Thrust, just the right angle up and...Pump, a third time. Mulder's 
eyes went wide.
"WALTER!" Mulder screamed as Skinner's cock slammed into 
his prostate, "FUCK...OHGODDDDDD!" He yelled ecstatically 
and then Mulder roared out an incoherent scream. His entire 
body convulsed, arcing up in a tremendous orgasm. 
"OH God, Mulder! So beautiful...that's it, that's it," Skinner 
sobbed as the younger man thrust his hips up again and again. 
Semen spurted geyser-like, all over Mulder's stomach and 
Skinner's hand as Walter milked him. 
"UHHHHHHH!" Mulder gurgled in his throat, "come..you too..." 
he managed to gasp out. He grabbed for the hand that Skinner 
had gripping his leg.
Mulder threw his ass up a bit higher and bucked violently 
against Skinner's balls. Skinner drove in deep. "Oh fuck, he 
cried. He could feel the wonderful pressure as his balls started 
to contract. "Christ. GOD MULDER!" he growled and then he 
crashed over the edge into a shining white, blinding light. He 
pumped convulsively against the younger man's ass. He felt his 
semen exploding out of his cock, filling the condom. The hot 
release caused him to shout.
Mulder was shaking, and laughing and crying all at once. 
Skinner grunted and strained through his last few thrusts. Then 
he collapsed heavily against Mulder's legs. They both shook 
through the last spasms of their orgasms.
Presently their breathing slowed and became more regular. 
Skinner reached down and held onto the base of the condom. 
He carefully pulled out. Mulder shifted and started to lower his 
legs. Skinner gave him a hand. The agent lay flat and rubbed 
his thigh muscles. Walter sat up.
"How are you doing?" Skinner asked as he briefly watched the 
younger man massage his legs. 
"Fine. Just a little cramping. I feel like I ran a marathon."
Skinner nodded slightly and pulled the condom off. He tied the 
end shut and gently dropped the rubber over the edge of the 
bed. He didn't want to leave his lover's side to dispose of it.
He reached for Mulder then and the younger man let him pull 
him close. Skinner lay flat and Mulder placed his head on 
Skinner's chest. Skinner brushed the tears of pleasure from 
Mulder's cheeks.
"You're heart's beating fast, Walter," Mulder whispered.
"Well, yours is doing the mambo in there," Skinner retorted as 
he stroked Mulder's ribs.
"Yeah, well it almost did the scene from *Alien*, Chief. You 
know, the chest burster scene?" 
"Hmmph," Skinner chuckled, "Yeah I saw that one, bloody 
awful," he joked. Mulder laughed. 
Mulder shifted then and Skinner felt it. The loss of intimacy. He 
was a little disappointed. But he'd expected it. After all he had 
told Mulder this was a one night stand. No strings attached.
The younger man didn't get out of bed as he expected however. 
He just moved over a bit and propped himself up on an elbow. 
He wiped his eyes a bit more, and then he wiped his stomach 
with the edge of the bed sheet. "Sorry, Walter, I just felt a little 
sticky," he grinned, "I guess you're going to have to leave an 
extra tip for the maid," he added wryly.
Skinner smiled and reached over, running his hand over 
Mulder's semen stained stomach, "Yeah, it is sticky," he agreed. 
He put his fingers to his lips and sucked in the salty, musky 
taste. "A 20 per cent tip at the very least," he rumbled.
Mulder arched an eyebrow. Skinner chuckled. He lowered his 
eyes.
"So, are you going to leave now?" he asked quietly.
"Do you want me to leave?" Mulder asked.
"No."
"Then I'll stay," Mulder replied, "I'm beat anyway, God, Walter 
that was totally unbelievable. I have to get some sleep. I don't 
think I can even crawl back to my fucking room."
Skinner laughed. He tousled Mulder's hair, "You were fucking 
incredible, Spooky."
"Don't call me that, please," Mulder's eyes went dark suddenly, 
"I hate that even more than I hate being called Fox."
Skinner's heart lurched. He knew instantly he'd made a mistake 
as soon as *Spooky* had left his lips. He considered how 
insulting that nickname must have been for Mulder. He had no 
idea why he hated his first name but he did know why he hated 
to be called *Spooky*. Skinner had heard it used as a curse on 
another person's lips more than once.
"I'm sorry, Mulder, I...that was thoughtless. I apologize."
Mulder yawned slightly, "Hey, that's ok, fuck it if I can't take a 
joke, I guess." Then he chuckled. It turned into a yawn. Skinner 
laughed, and then he yawned as well.
"Don't do that, it's contagious," Skinner gently quipped.
"Sorry, Walter. But you've got only yourself to blame," Mulder 
teased.
It was Skinner's turn to chuckle.
Mulder lay back down. He snuggled lower beneath the sheets. 
Skinner lay down. They lay face to face.
"Mulder?" Skinner asked. 
"Yeah?" he answered sleepily.
"I'm going to set the alarm for 10 AM, is that ok?" Skinner 
asked. He moved over to do so and turned the bed side lamp 
off at the same time. The room was plunged into darkness.
"10? Yup, I told Scully to call me at 10:30. She'll be sleeping in 
as well. She was sort of tired after dealing with my nightmare."
"You were in bed with her when you had that nightmare about 
your sister?" Skinner asked quietly.
"Yeah. We went back to her room after dinner. We made love. I 
fell asleep in her arms and then I conked her on the nose when I 
had that fucking nightmare. Don't say anything tomorrow, 
Walter. She's probably going to have a bruise."
"Oh brother," Skinner chuckled slightly.
"Yeah, she was a little upset - but not over the nose actually. 
She was more worried about my nightmare. I told her I was 
going to get some fresh air and then go back to my room so she 
could get some uninterrupted sleep," Mulder grinned.
"Well, I will promise not to make any remarks about her nose in 
the morning," Skinner grinned back.
Mulder yawned again. "I do love Scully you know. I've loved her 
for years. I just didn't know how to tell her until about 3 months 
ago. Christ I never dreamed she'd want me, Walter. We only 
slept together for the first time two weeks ago."
"You love her?"
"I love her."
"Then why tonight, Mulder? Oh, I forgot, extreme possibilities?" 
Skinner asked a touch of bitterness in his voice.
Mulder pulled closer to peer into Skinner's face. He touched his 
shoulder tenderly to soften his words, "Yes, but don't 
underestimate your...self worth, Walter. You're a hell of human 
being."
"So, you don't think Scully would object to this?" Skinner asked 
stroking the other man's hair.
"Scully's a strong, intelligent woman. I don't think I need to tell 
you that, Walter. We're in love but we're realistic about things. 
And she's open to extreme possibilities too you know. I trust and 
respect her. We have no secrets from each other any longer."
"How so...?"
Mulder looked closely at Skinner, "I told her I was attracted to 
you."
"You what?" Skinner's eyes went slightly wide.
"Like I said, we talk about everything, Walter. We're more than 
partners now, remember?" 
"Well you might as well tell her about us too then. I'd rather you 
be honest with her. I don't care. I mean, you're telling me about 
her after all. But what did she say Mulder?"
"Say?"
"When you told her you were attracted to me?"
"She thinks you're a stud, Walter. She respects you like hell, but 
she has a serious jones on for your pecs I can tell you that. She 
doesn't blame me at all for being attracted to you. She just said 
if I was ever going to go for it to make sure I used a condom," 
Mulder smirked.
Skinner stared at Mulder and then he burst out laughing his 
deep bass laugh. The image of his sexual encounter with Scully 
in his dream came back in a rush. He laughed even harder. 
Somehow he couldn't realistically imagine bedding the petite red 
headed Agent. Dana Scully really wasn't his type. His women 
were invariably tall, blond and leggy. His men? Well, he 
considered, they had all born an uncanny resemblance to Fox 
Mulder.
Mulder joined in his laughter and then he stretched his whole 
body, "Listen, Walter, I really have to crash. Scully's gonna call 
me at 10:30 AM. You know how punctual she is. And if she 
can't get me in my room, she's going to call my cell phone."
"You brought your cell phone in here?" Skinner chuckled, "And 
why the hell didn't you just ask for a wake-up call or set your 
own frigging alarm?" he added, laughter still in his voice.
"The cell phone? Hey, You know how that slogan goes, *Don't 
leave home without it*? Well that's what Scully says about me 
and the cell phone. And besides, we like to hear each other's 
voice in the morning," Mulder replied sleepily. 
Skinner made a muffled noise of understanding. Then he 
shifted slightly and asked, "Mulder?" 
"Yeah."
"Was it as good as it is with her?" Skinner whispered, "Was it 
better?" he added shyly.
"Good? Oh yeah, no question. Better? No, not better. Just 
different. Scully's a hell of a woman, Walter," Mulder sighed. He 
reached over under the sheets and stroked Skinner's cock.
"But, that's quite a tool you have there, Assistant Director 
Skinner. Now, let me get some rest, all right?"
Skinner chuckled again. "Yeah, Ok, Agent Mulder." He moved 
close and pressed a gentle kiss to Mulder's forehead.
"You can hold me, if you'd like." Mulder whispered. He lazily 
turned over and pressed his back against Skinner's wide, hard 
chest. Skinner sighed. This was more than he could have ever 
hoped for that night. Everything he had asked for at the 
beginning of the evening. Someone to talk to for a few hours. 
Someone to just listen and to dance close with him. Someone 
not quite as lonely as Walter Skinner. At least not tremendously 
lonely any longer. This was someone he could trust. A friend. A 
considerate lover even if he had only been so for one night. 
He would cherish the memory and wish Mulder and Scully the 
best. It was the least he could do for Mulder. It was the least he 
could do for them both. They deserved nothing less. He 
resigned himself to enjoying just Mulder's friendship and nothing 
else. No strings attached he had said. He was a man of his 
word.
Skinner wrapped an arm protectively over Mulder's side and 
down onto his stomach. He pressed a gentle kiss to the back of 
his neck. The younger man's breathing grew steady and regular 
as he drifted into sleep.
Skinner waited until he was sure Mulder was fast asleep and 
then he bent forward and whispered into his ear, "Mulder, I lo..." 
His voice caught. He knew what he wanted to say, but he knew 
it really wasn't in the cards. The expectation wasn't fair either. 
That emotion, no matter how much Skinner devoutly longed for 
it, wasn't appropriate. And as he had told himself earlier - he 
was a man of his word anyway. So, instead, he leaned close 
again, and spoke very quietly, "Sweet dreams, Mulder," he said.
The younger man shifted and sighed. "Sculleee," Mulder 
mumbled. Skinner smiled a bit sadly. "C'est la vie," he thought. 
Walter Skinner shut his eyes. He welcomed sleep at last and as 
slumber carried him off into the land of his own sweet erotic 
dreams, he held Fox Mulder close.
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