Snips and Snails (1/1)
An Admission Interlude
Fandom: XF (M/K)
Rated NC-17 for strong, m/m sexual images
Summary: Another interlude from the world of Admission. The boys
get a puppy.
Disclaimer: As much as I wish they were, they aren't mine. They're
*his*. Even though they have much more fun with me...
Thanks to Nic and Orithain for wonderful beta. And as always,
thanks to the lovely Pat for encouragement. Kissy, kissy!
Fox pulled into the driveway of his new home and looked up at
the structure. After just three weeks, he still had the urge to
head toward Helgand Place at the end of the day. Not that he missed
apartment forty-two. It was just tough to break a nine year habit.
He grabbed his jacket from its resting place on the seat beside
him, and got out of the car.
The neighborhood was alive with sounds this afternoon, as it was
every day around this time. The growl of lawnmowers, screeching
children and the tinkling of that blasted ice cream truck that
came through, every night at six, almost blocking off the entire
street and bringing kids running from every direction.
Still, it was good.
He unlocked the door and walked in, to the familiar sound of singing.
And that made it perfect.
The smooth alto broke off. "Be there in a sec!"
Fox entered the spacious living room and sank to the floor, leaning
against the dusty cocoa, overstuffed chair. He picked up the newspaper
up off of the coffee table and began to read.
Halfway through an engrossing article, he heard a tiny snuffling
sound, then began to feel a persistent tugging at his foot. He
flipped the paper down and found that the culprit was a chubby
ball of tawny-red and black fur, trying for all it was worth,
to untie his shoe.
"Hey." Fox dropped the paper and patted his thigh, to
gain the puppy's attention. Deep brown eyes looked up at him for
all of five seconds, before the pup promptly attacked his hand.
Now within reach, he picked the dog up and looked around, grinning
up at the man he found standing in the doorway.
Alex approached, wearing a similar smile.
"Can we keep him? Can we, huh, huh, can we?"
Fox broke into laughter, as Alex dropped down onto the carpet,
Fox looked down at the puppy, who had settled comfortably against
his chest and was now attempting to gnaw his finger off at the
first knuckle. "Of course I do. Where'd you get him?"
"Breeder on the other side of town. They own German imports.
You should see his parents, Fox. *Gorgeous*." Alex rattled
on, happily. "I learned some interesting stuff, too. Did
you know, that all the Shepherds over in Germany, have to achieve
at least a Schutzhund One degree?"
Fox raised an amused eyebrow. "And now you're going to tell
me what that is, right?"
"Schutzhund is German, for protection dog. The dogs are trained
in obedience, tracking and protection."
"Ah. Okay. Sounds like what the K-9s go through."
"Yeah, pretty much. Anyway, there's sort of a test that litters
are sometimes given, when they're a few weeks old. You know, to
gauge intelligence, sociability, blah, blah..." He took the
puppy from Fox's arms. "And *this* little guy was the brightest
and most outgoing of the litter..."
Alex reared back, letting the pup cover his face with sloppy kisses.
"Yup...right, buddy? He's my smart boy..."
Fox watched, thoroughly amused, as Alex cooed and fawned all over
the wiggling ball of fluff. Finally, he broke in. "*So*...uh...is
this in direct response to my New Year's wish, or..."
Alex sat up, grinning. ,*Yeah*. You like him, right? I mean, you
*do* want him..."
"*Sure*, I want him. I just hadn't realized that you were
really listening when I said it."
"I always listen to you..."
"I know, But I didn't know you'd actually act on it."
Fox leaned in and brushed Alex's mouth with his own. "Thank
A round of ear piercing yips separated them.
Alex laughed as the puppy jumped up at his face, licking whatever
skin he could reach. "What? You want a kiss, too?" He
lifted the dog up to his face, planting noisy kisses on his head.
Fox watched, doing his best to stifle the laughs that rose in
"What's so funny?"
"Why? Puppies need love, just like kids. Here." He held
the dog out. "Give him a kiss."
"Come on," he coaxed, swinging the puppy's dangling
lower body, back and forth. "Kiss, kiss."
"You've really lost it, you know?"
"Daddyyyyy," Alex called from behind the pup's head,
in a voice, about four octaves higher than his own, "Gimme
Fox rolled his eyes and leaned forward, until the wet, eager little
tongue could lap frantically at his nose. He closed his eyes and
grimaced, then began to laugh, as the puppy reached the ticklish
spot, just above his lip. "Okay, okay." He moved away,
wiping at his face with the back of his hand. "You happy?"
"Yes." Alex dropped another kiss on top of the fuzzy
head, then set the puppy down on the floor. It immediately jumped
on Fox's legs, attacking his hand. "See? He loves you."
"Because I let him slobber all over me?"
"Sure. They know the difference between animal lovers and
haters. So...what should we name him?"
"You mean you haven't got two dozen picked out, already?"
"Maybe a dozen and a half...but we should agree on it, don't
"I guess. How hard can it be?"
Four hours later, they still hadn't come to an agreement.
"Are you kidding me?" How about...Rusty?"
"Well, he's kind of reddish in spots..."
"Christ, why don't we just call him Benji and scar him for
life...how about Jake?"
"Stupid name...do you know how long we've been at this?"
"We *have* to name him..."
"God, I should have agreed to the first thing you said.......*Clyde*."
"...I like it."
"Yeah. Clyde...Clyde...that works."
"Thank God. Clyde, it is."
"Okay. Now all we gotta do is come up with an AKC name."
"We have to register him. Clyde is his *call* name. We need
to come with a registered name."
Fox sat at the kitchen table, slumped over the surface. "I
got it." He lifted his head and gave Alex a deadpan stare.
"Okay. You're tired..."
"That's all I've been saying..."
"We can think about the rest, tomorrow."
"Hey...where is he?"
"I don't know, he was here a minute ago, trying to shred
the leg of my jeans..."
"What, you expect him to answer?"
"Clyde," Alex clapped his hands. "Come on little
buddy, where are you?" Alex turned to the man, still sprawled
over the table. "Help me find him, Fox. He's not housebroken."
"Why do you think I've put him outside, six times since you've
"I don't know, I didn't really think about it."
"He's a *puppy*. We've got to train him."
"So, we're sitting around here, while an untrained puppy
wanders around the house?" Fox jumped up from the table and
dashed past Alex. "Come on, let's find him."
Room after room they searched, whistling and clapping. No dog.
"Where the hell is he?" Alex asked, coming out of the
"Did you check under the bed?"
"Of course, I checked under the bed."
"How about the closet?"
"Did you leave it open, again?"
Fox gave him a guilty shrug. "Maybe..."
Alex turned back into the bedroom. He found the closet door open,
just wide enough so that Clyde might have squeezed through. He
slid the door open and turned on the light.
"Uh...how much did you like those brown shoes?"
Alex stooped, picking up Clyde and one shoe, chewed almost beyond
Alex cradled the puppy in one arm and held his head against his
chest with his other hand. "Don't yell at him. He's just
a baby, he doesn't know any better."
"If he chews up another one of my shoes, he won't make it
"Let me remind you that if you'd closed the closet door all
the way, like I've asked you to do, this wouldn't have happened."
Fox opened his mouth to argue, but decided against it. He closed
his eyes and took a deep breath, as Alex edged by him, still carrying
"Come on Clyde, let's go outside and let daddy cool off...."
Fox stood leaning in the bedroom doorway, listening to Alex's
fading voice. "Don't worry, he's not as mean as he sounds,
he's really a big pussycat. He just needs a good night's sleep..."
"Oh yeah..." He couldn't help the smile that came to
his face. ,..he's *lost* it..."
Fox walked out to the kitchen, picking up his long discarded newspaper
along the way. He poured himself a glass of milk, and sat at the
table, reading. Fifteen minutes later, Alex came through the door,
beaming, praising the puppy to high heaven.
"What a good boy. We're not gonna have any problems at all,
Fox looked up from the paper, eyebrows drawn down low.
"Guess what Clyde did?"
"Ate one of the tires off of my car?"
Alex ignored the sarcasm. "He did everything he had to do,
outside. Isn't that great?"
"Isn't that what he's supposed to do?"
"*Yeah*, but it usually takes a while for them to realize
that that's the *only* place they're supposed to do it. He's been
good all day. Hasn't done anything in the house....don't forget...when
you take him out and he does well, you have to praise him."
Fox drained his glass and placed it in the sink. "Fine. But
I'l tell you right now, I'm not talking to him in that silly baby
voice that *you* do."
"Uh huh. Okay."
"I'm *not*....*what* is he playing with?"
Alex looked under the table. "His celery."
"Celery. It's a squeaky toy..."
"So I hear."
"It looks like a stalk of celery with a face."
"There's a banana and a porcupine around here somewhere,
"Good...it's time for bed."
"Yeah, it *is* getting late." Alex squatted in front
of the table. "Come on, buddy."
The puppy abandoned his toy and bounded out to meet Alex.
"Uh...where's *he* sleeping?"
"He's got a crate in the laundry room."
Fox released a relieved breath. "Good."
"What"D you think?"
"I...I don't know."
Alex cut his eyes away. "Come on, Clyde. Time for bed."
He picked the puppy up and moved toward Fox, stopping when their
bodies were touching. "Tell him goodnight."
"You're killin, me." Fox scratched the pup's head, then
under his chin. "Goodnight, Clyde."
Alex flashed a satisfied smile, then turned toward the laundry
Fox moved off toward the bathroom, shaking his head. He turned
the shower on and stripped off his clothes, then stepped under
the warm spray. A few minutes later, the door opened and Alex
"That was fast." Fox smirked, turning around and hooking
an arm around Alex's waist. "I thought you'd have to read
him a story, first...maybe sing him a couple of lullabies..."
"Oh yeah, you're real funny." Alex took the sponge from
his lover and began to stroke it over his chest. '"These
first days are very important. We want a strong bond, don't we?"
Fox laughed softly. "Yeah, we do."
"All right then, shut up and stop making fun of me."
Fox gave him a lascivious smirk. "*Shut* me up."
Alex studied him for all of three seconds, before covering his
mouth in a fierce, heart-stopping kiss. He backed Fox into the
wall, pinning his hands on either side of his head, against the
tile. As he continued to devour his lover's mouth, Alex rocked
against him, pressing their erections together.
Fox moaned and twisted, against the cool tile. His lover's fingers
closed tighter around his wrists, holding him fast. The moans
turned to whimpers of frustration as Alex stopped moving against
The younger man tore his lips from Fox's and spun him around,
pushing his chest to the wall. One hand remained on Fox's back,
while the other moved downward, teasing up and down the cleft
of his ass, his fingers working their way deeper inside, with
Fox tried desperately to remain relaxed, so that he might allow
his lover's fingers to find their mark.
And....bingo. Fox groaned, scratching at the tile, as he felt
one finger slither into him. The noise grew louder as the second
followed, stretching and teasing. His head snapped back and his
knees almost gave out on him, as Alex's teeth sank into his shoulder.
Alex felt the tightening of Fox's shoulders. Felt the near collapse
of his body, but heard no sound. He smiled and sucked at the flesh,
marking his man for what he proudly thought would be, at least
Still, no sound.
Alex removed his mouth, admiring the angry red mark that he'd
left. He then twisted his fingers inside of Fox's ass, fluttering
them in just the way he knew would drive him crazy. Fox's muscles
tightened in response, but he uttered not a sound.
"Oh, come on," Alex coaxed softly. "You know you
want to scream."
A clipped choking sound was all the answer he received.
"Come on, lisa," Alex purred into his ear, just above
the sound of the water. "Scream for Alex." He forced
his fingers in just a little further and repeated the fluttering
Fox's mouth dropped open and his face twisted into a painful grimace,
yet he refused.
"Come on, baby. You know I'm going to win..." Alex bit
him again, at the base of his neck, but this time, applied no
suction. He released the wounded flesh and swept his tongue slowly
across it. "Why don't you just give in?"
Fox laid his cheek against the wall and frowned, his body quivering
with unspoken need.
Alex withdrew his fingers, then grasped his own cock by the base,
rubbing the head between Fox's cheeks. "Mmmm. Doesn't that
feel good?" He pressed deeper, almost to the small entrance.
"Want to feel better?"
Fox gave a tight nod of his head.
"I need more than that."
Alex licked the outside edge of his ear. "Bastard."
He bit down on Fox's earlobe and pulled, before letting it go.
"You *will* give in." He surged forward, burying himself
fully, inside of his lover.
An involuntary groan ripped past Fox's constricted throat and
his muscles automatically tightened around the intruder.
"See?" Alex rasped into his neck. "I *told* you,
I'd win." He pulled out, almost to the tip, then plunged
back in. "Scream for me." Another thrust, harder than
the last. "Scream, Fox..."
Fox whimpered in agony. His cock shrieked at him to give in. It
was a good game, but he'd lost...as he always did in this position,
and it was time to admit defeat...
Alex wrapped his hand around his lover's cock and began to pump
it mercilessly, as he thrust deeply into him. "Scream, baby....come
Fox pounded his fist against the tile and threw his head back,
releasing a wrenching scream that bounced off the ceramic walls
for an eternity, before they died off. Alex's own cries soon followed,
as he emptied himself into his lover's body. He released Fox's
softening cock and wrapped his arm around his waist, before he
pulled gently, out of him. Fox turned, falling back against the
wall. He eyes remained closed, as he attempted to control his
respiration. Before he could fully recover, Alex's mouth came
down on his, just as passionately as before.
After a long, thorough kiss, Alex pulled away and smirked. "I
"I *let* you win."
Alex laughed softly, turning his face up to the spray. Fox moved
to his side, bumping him a bit to the left, then stepped quickly
under the running water.
Fox gave him a sweet smile. "Loser gets to shower, first."
Alex snorted. "Since when?"
"New rule. Oww!" Fox rubbed his backside, after the
stinging slap. "Hey, that didn't *tickle*, you know..."
Alex took the opportunity to bump him away from the water. "Good,
then I did it right."
After a bit of a tussle, both men managed to finish their shower
and get into bed. Not more than five minutes after they were settled
in, Alex sat up.
"You hear that?"
"I think Clyde is crying." Alex cocked his head and
listened for a moment. "He *is*."
Fox strained to hear. "Oh, okay. Now I hear him. He'll stop
if we just ignore it."
Alex sighed and stretched out alongside his lover. A minute later,
the crying got louder and he sat up again.
"How can you stand that, Fox? Poor thing, this is his first
night in a strange house. He's scared and alone."
Fox sat up beside him. "I know. But if we keep going in there
to comfort him, he'll just cry every time we leave him. He'll
get used to it." He fell back against the pillows, but other
man remained in his sitting position. Fox observed the miserable
expression on his face and smiled.
//Man, what a pushover. Who would ever have thought?//
Fox had long ago gotten over the shock of realizing Alex's endless
capacity for tenderness and thought he could be surprised, no
more. But Alex's *sappiness* over this puppy did surprise him
a bit as well as amuse. And though he was sure that he couldn't
possibly fall any deeper in love with the man, he felt himself
tumbling a bit farther.
Alex turned worried eyes to him.
"Let's just give him a little more time, okay?"
Alex hesitated, then nodded his agreement.
Fox gathered his lover into his arms, holding him tightly against
his chest as he stroked his hair.
The crying turned to yelping and Alex turned his face into Fox's
chest, using every bit of his resolve, not to get up and go to
the laundry room. Fox had to admit to himself, that even *he*
now, was considering getting up. But before either of them could
act, the yelps faded and stopped. Alex lifted his head to listen.
He looked down at Fox and smiled.
"I guess you were right."
"I *am* on occasion, you know."
Alex settled back down and the two men drifted into sleep.
Less than one hour later, Fox's eyes opened.
He looked over at Alex, who was snoring softly, dead to the world.
That was a surprise. Alex's sense of hearing was usually much
better than his.
He lay listening to the tiny whimpers, then decided to get up
before they got any louder.
The whimpering stopped the moment Fox flicked the light on, in
the laundry room.
"What's the matter, Clyde?" he asked softly. "You
need to go out?"
The puppy pranced around his crate and began to whine again.
Fox advanced and released the latch. The moment the door swung
open, Clyde barreled out, jumping up at his knee.
"Okay, come on." Fox headed for the kitchen and the
pup followed him eagerly to the back door. He unlocked the door
and swung it open. "Go on."
The puppy peered out into the dark back yard, but would not budge.
"Okay, I get it." Fox stepped outside and called to
him. "*Now* will you come out?"
Clyde bounded out into the yard and immediately began sniffing
around. Fox yawned and closed his eyes, hoping that this wasn't
going to take forever. Almost twenty minutes later, the puppy
had finally relieved himself and Fox brought him back inside.
"Oh, yeah." He reached down and stroked Clyde's head.
"Good boy. Now...back to bed." He pushed the pup back
into his crate and shut the light. Before he could make it into
the hall, the whimpering began again. "Oh, please don't..."
He waited and listened, as the sound got louder. Fox returned
to the room and flipped the switch. He looked down into the pitiful
brown eyes and sighed.
Alex shifted onto his side and wound his arm around.....nothing.
He opened his eyes and sat up.
Fox wasn't in bed.
He felt the sheets.
//Where the heck is he?//
He slipped out of bed, threw on a pair of shorts and went out
in search of his absent lover. It didn't take long at all to find
The light from the laundry room flooded the hall and led Alex
right to him. The younger man snuck into the doorway and covered
his mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
There, stretched out on the floor with Clyde pouncing on his chest,
covering his faces with kisses, was Fox. He giggled softly as
he played with the pup.
"You know, I *really* gotta get to bed. *You* can sleep all
day if you want, but..."
A presence in the doorway caught his attention and he tilted his
head up. An upside down Alex smirked down at him.
"Not. One. Word."
Alex threw his hands up. "Hey, I wasn't going to say *anything*."
He entered the room and crouched down on the floor beside Fox.
Clyde automatically went for his hands. "So?"
Fox sighed. "I guess we could put his crate in the bedroom."
"I guess," Alex agreed nonchalantly.
Fox rolled to his feet and picked the puppy up. "You're killin,
me." He started for the door and called over his shoulder,
"Well, what're you waiting for? *Some* of us have to work
in the morning..."
Fox pulled into the driveway, wondering what new and wonderful
thing Clyde did *today*. It had been two weeks since the puppy
had come to live with them and one thing had become crystal clear.
Puppies were more trouble than kids. Not that he knew much about
In the last fourteen days, Clyde had chewed the hell out of three
of his shoes, urinated on one of them, tried to shorten two of
the legs on the kitchen table, and decided that the twenty-five
page report that he'd been working on for over a week, just wasn't
going to cut it, and ripped it to shreds. Of course, it was all
*his* fault for leaving it where Clyde could get at it...Alex's
And despite all the trouble, the little weasel managed to secure
a permanent place in his heart.
"Besides," Alex reassured, "It's just a stage.
He'll get over it, soon."
"You know, Alex, I really hope so," Fox sighed one day
after examining the mangled remains of the areca palm that Scully
had given them as a housewarming gift. "If he keeps on at
this rate, we'll be homeless inside of a month..."
Fox drew a deep breath and entered the house.
Assuming that Alex had taken Clyde out for a walk, he headed for
the bathroom, shedding his jacket and tie along the way.
Minutes later, he was enjoying a nice warm shower, when the door
"*Jesus*, Alex! You scared the..."
"Kinda hard to do when I'm wet..."
Alex grabbed his arm and pulled. "Come on!"
"What the hell's your problem?"
"*What*? What do you mean, *missing*?"
"I left him in the yard, just for a few minutes to answer
to phone. When I came back, he was gone. I've been looking for
him for two hours!"
Fox felt his heart begin to pound double-time. '"Shit. Okay..."
He practically fell over himself, trying to step out of the tub.
Alex fled the room, leaving him to hastily dry and dress himself.
Brief moments later, he was following Alex out to the street.
"Okay," Alex took a deep, shuddering breath. "I
looked down in that direction..." he pointed west. "I've
got the Pearson kids looking in all the yards on that side of
the street and Nicole and Donna from next door, checking this
side. I was just about to go east when some of the kids said they
saw you come home." He raked a hand through his hair. "I
don't get it, Fox. I don't know how he could have gotten out of
the yard. I'm always so carefully to lock the gate..."
Fox rubbed his arms reassuringly. "It's okay, babe. We'll
find him. Let's split up, we'll cover more ground, that way. Have
you notified the pound in case someone finds him and brings him
"Yeah. It's the first thing I did, after I realized that
he was missing."
"Okay." Fox gave his lover a quick kiss. "Let's
The two men went their separate ways, looking under cars, in yards,
behind bushes, *anywhere* a puppy could hide. For hours, they
called Clyde's name, hoping against hope that the pup would come
bounding out to greet them. But as the sun began to fade, so did
hope. Finally, at around nine-thirty, Fox tracked Alex down and
tried to talk him into coming home.
"Alex," he grasped the younger man's shoulders, "We've
been out here for hours and hours. He's not around." He raised
the tone of his voice, trying to instill a bit of hope. "Maybe
someone who doesn't know who he belongs to, took him in. Let's
try the pound again, in case they've been notified."
Alex's eyes never kept still the entire time Fox talked to him.
He continuously scanned the area, looking for movement, tuning
his ears in to the growing stillness, listening for a whine, a
"Come on. Let's go call."
He managed to steer Alex to the house and sat his heartsick lover
at the kitchen table, while he called the pound.
"...yeah....okay...well, please keep an eye for him. Right.
He hung up and turned to Alex. There was really no need to say
it, the conversation was clear. Clyde had not been turned in.
He walked up behind Alex and wrapped his arms around his chest.
"He'll turn up," he mumbled into the other man's hair.
"What if he was hit by a car? Or he's *stuck* somewhere?
Or someone stole him? You know, there are people around who pick
up strays and turn them in to labs for money..." He shuddered
at the thought.
Fox tightened his arms around Alex. "Don't think that way.
He's fine. I'll bet you he's safe and warm in somebody's house,
and *believe* me, with all the mischief *he* gets into, I'll bet
they're *dying* to find his owners. In fact, they'll probably
want to pay *us* to take him back."
A trace of a smile formed on Alex's lips. "Come on, he's
not that bad..."
"Oh sure, it's not *your* shoes he's destroying."
"He loves you. That's why he likes getting into your things."
"Well, maybe he could love me just a tiny bit less, hmm?"
Alex squeezed one of the arms draped around him. "Want a
sandwich or something? It's late and you haven't eaten a thing."
"Yeah, that'd be great. I'll be right back, okay?"
Alex nodded and rose from the table. "Ham and cheese, okay?"
"Fine," Fox called as he exited the room. His shoulders
slumped as soon as the door swung shut behind him. He had to remain
cool and calm for Alex, but the truth of the matter was, he was
just as sick about Clyde's disappearance as his lover. He raked
a hand through his hair and headed toward the master bathroom,
praying to God and every other deity he could think of, to please
let their puppy be found and returned to them.
As he passed through the bedroom and toward the bathroom, the
partially-open closet door caught his eye. He'd forgotten again,
to close it after he'd pulled his clothes out. He sighed, moving
in that direction. He started to slide the door shut, when a soft
gnawing sound grabbed his attention. He peered down into the dark
closet and grinned.
Alex stood at the counter, staring down at the half-made sandwich.
He didn't know why he'd made one for himself, he wasn't the least
bit hungry. But Fox would complain if he didn't eat too, and he
really wasn't up for a struggle.
The sudden slam startled him out of his trance and he looked down
at what appeared to have once been a shoe. He stared down at the
mangled object on the counter beside him, then spun around to
find Fox standing behind him, a smug little grin on his face,
"Here's your damn dog."
Fox's grin turned into a full smile, when Alex's face lit up and
the younger man approached, taking the puppy from him.
"Clyde!" He hugged and kissed the puppy, then turned
his attention onto Fox. "Where was he?"
"In the closet," Fox nodded toward the counter, "Having
Alex planted more kisses on the furry little head. "Jeez,
Clyde, don't you know how worried we were? Why didn't you answer
when we called?"
Fox shook his head. "It's been two weeks. You think he's
actually learned his name in that time?"
"He knows it," Alex countered indignantly. "He's
a smart puppy. I wonder how he got into the house without me seeing
"Well, we left the gate open when he went out looking for
him, and if you remember correctly, the kitchen door was open,
too. He probably wandered back in while we out there."
Alex rested his cheek against Clyde's head. "Thank you,"
he whispered softly.
Fox approached, wrapping his arms around Alex and Clyde. The puppy
wiggled between them, licking first one face, then the other.
"You know, I can't even bring myself to be mad about the
shoe. I'm just glad he's back and he's okay."
Alex grinned, kissing his lover softly. "God, I'm exhausted
all of a sudden."
"Yeah, me too. Let's eat, then get to bed."
The two men ate their sandwiches, then retreated to their bedroom
and set Clyde down on his blanket. They'd tried every trick from
ticking clocks to hot water bottles, and nothing but being here
in the bedroom, kept him quiet at night, so in the interest of
a good night's sleep, the bedroom is where he stayed.
He was indeed an intelligent dog and had learned quickly to go
to the door and bark if he wanted to go outside, so they'd recently
begun to trust him outside of his crate. Once the lights were
out, he usually just settled down on the blanket and went to sleep.
Tonight, he was out even before Fox and Alex got into bed.
Alex smiled at Fox as he dropped onto the mattress, and nodded
to the corner. "He wore himself out."
"*And* us," Fox added.
Alex wound his arm around his lover's waist and tucked his head
into his shoulder. A soft sigh was his only reply.
Fox closed his eyes and gently stroked the length of Alex's back.
Alex moaned deep in his throat and draped a leg over Fox's hips,
brushing his semi-erect cock as he did.
"Thought you were tired?"
Alex slipped a hand down to his lover's crotch. "Apparently
'Little Fox' isn't." He fondled the older man's cock gently.
"Close your eyes," Alex whispered against Fox's shoulder
as he continued to tease the now, completely swollen shaft. "Just
relax and let me take care of you."
Fox's hand wandered over to Alex's crotch and began to caress
his cock, but the other man grasped his wrist and took his hand
"But, what about you?"
Alex gave him a devious little smile. "I've got two hands."
Laughter rumbled in Fox's chest. "You're bad."
"And aren't you glad?"
Movement at the foot of the bed, drew their attention away from
each other. Fox's eyebrows drew down into a distinct frown and
Alex burst into laughter, as Clyde made his way up onto the bed.
Before either of them could react further, he was leaping across
the mattress and jumping between the two, wiggling and wagging
and licking them silly.
"Oh, this is great," Fox complained between wet kisses.
"Don't know. Maybe he has to go outside."
"I'll take him." Fox flipped the sheet off and rolled
out of bed. As he got up, Clyde jumped to the floor and ran to
the door. Wrestling a pair of shorts over his erection, he turned
to Alex, who was lying sprawled and naked before him, fingers
teasing his own cock. He groaned softly. "Hold that thought."
Fox growled softly at him, then opened the door and disappeared
into the hall with the dog.
Alex closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers around his cock,
sliding his thumb back and forth across the glistening tip. His
breathing quickened ever so slightly and his heart beat just a
little faster as he anticipated Fox's return. Amazing how no matter
how tired either of them was, all it would take was a touch to
make them forget their fatigue. Or at least, ignore it for a little
Fox returned, leaning quietly in the doorway. His already erect
cock throbbed painfully in his shorts, in response to the sight
that awaited him on the bed.
Alex...sprawled over the middle portion of the bed, dark head
thrown back against the pillows, one hand clenching in the tangle
of sheets, and the other slowly pumping his cock.
//Jesus fucking Christ. //
Thick, sable lashes swept upward and glazed eyes searched out
the origin of the low moan. He found it in the doorway. His eyes
focused on Fox's and he arched and writhed slowly, all the while,
teasing himself with light caresses. "Where's Clyde?"
he half whispered, half moaned.
"I gave him some treats and every toy he had, and left him
in the laundry room. Should keep him quiet long enough for us
to finish this."
"Us?" Alex emitted a shaky laugh. "Looks like I'm
the one doing all the work."
"And you're doing it so well. Please...continue."
Alex grinned and tipped his head back into the pillows. "Mmmmm...."
His fingers traced the large vein on the underside of his cock,
then circled the prominent ridge of the head. His thumb swept
over the tip, spreading the pearl of fluid around the blunt surface.
His eyes opened again and found his lover's. He raised his thumb
to his lips and slid it between them, sucking and licking, tasting
Fox approached, unable to stay away any longer. He reached the
edge of the bed and pulled his shorts off. His erection sprang
forward, practically leaping into Alex's palm as he reached out
for it. His eyes closed and his mouth dropped open on a hard gasp
as Alex milked them both at the same infuriatingly slow pace.
"Lie down next to me, lisa."
Alex moved over, making room for his lover to settle in beside
him. He rested his left arm along Fox's body and grasped his cock,
then took his own erection in his right hand. He began to stroke
them both again, slowly, firmly. Fox watched through the fringe
of his eyelashes, shifting from himself to Alex, watching those
skillful hands work each cock in almost identical rhythm.
"That's good, baby," Fox rasped, turning his head to
nuzzle his lover's ear. "Mmmmm. Sooo good...."
Fox's words tickled the interior of Alex's ear, sending a ripple
all through his body. He increased the pace of his strokes a bit,
taking them closer to the edge. Fox's body twitched in response
and soft whimpers began to push past his lips.
"Oh God, Fox....faster?"
"*Yes*. Faster, baby. I"M almost there. Almost..."
Alex turned his face to Fox's and covered his mouth in a long
kiss, their tongues intertwining, as he quickened his pace.
Fox grunted into Alex's mouth, feeling the inevitable approach
of his orgasm. The younger man deepened the kiss, refusing to
break it until it was over, prompting more frequent and longer
moans from his lover. His hands moved faster and with more force,
driving each of them closer and closer. He released Fox's mouth
for a split second, before claiming it once more in another bone-jarring
Fox's body stiffened and he whimpered frantically against Alex's
mouth as he felt his climax tear through him. His lover was right
behind him, pumping furiously and groaning his satisfaction, as
they both came all over his hands and their own bodies.
When it was finished, Alex relinquished his claim on Fox's mouth
and lay panting, on his back. Fox curled into his side, a deep
purr rumbling in his chest. Alex kissed the top of his head and
"Be right back."
Fox grumbled his protest, but allowed Alex to go to the bathroom
to wash. The younger man returned moments later, and gently washed
Fox with a warm cloth.
Alex dispensed with the washcloth and returned to bed, pulling
up the sheet and tangling his limbs with his lover's. Just as
both were passing into sleep, a small creak brought them back
to consciousness. Before they fully realized where the sound had
come from, Clyde climbed up on the bed and plopped down, draping
himself over Fox's leg. Fox looked down at the puppy, then at
"How the hell did he..."
"You left the laundry room door open, didn't you?"
Mulder shook his head. "I guess, I...I *must* have...uh...Clyde?"
The puppy came to life, leaping at Fox's chest, attempting to
wash his face.
"Come on now, cut it out!"
Alex burst into laughter. "I just got this stupid image of
Fred and Dino in my head..."
Fox ignored him. He sat up, talking sternly to the puppy...or
so he thought...
"Let's you and me get something straight here, dog. This
is a *people* bed." He pointed to the blanket in the corner
of the room. "That's a dog bed. We're people, you're a dog.
We sleep here, you sleep there. Understand?"
Clyde nuzzled under his arm and dropped himself between the two
men. He lay his head on top of his paws and turned pathetic brown
eyes up at Fox. The man whimpered and dropped his chin against
"Oh yeah," Alex interjected. "I'll tell you what
he understands. He understands that you're a real pushover."
"No, I'm *not*."
"Yes you *are*. Admit it. He's *got* you."
Fox shook his head, trying to conceal a smirk. "Isn't it
enough that *you've* *got* me?"
"It's not exactly the same..."
"Pretty close when you think about it." The smirk came.
"You both look at me with big old puppy dog eyes to try to
get over on me, you both wiggle your tails when you want attention..."
Alex broke into hysterical laughter.
Fox leaned in as close as he could, with the dog between them.
"You both whimper and whine when I hit that special spot..."
Alex twisted and arched his neck, whining softly and nuzzling
the hand that Fox used to support himself. Clyde's head snapped
up and he looked at Alex, cocking his head from side to side.
Fox laughed softly and rested his head against the pillows, petting
"Well, at least *you* don't chew up my shoes..."