Title: The Jacket
Author: Nicole S.
Rating: NC-17 for bad language and m/m sex.
Archive to Allslash and Archive X. Anywhere else, okay if my name is attached.
Series/Sequel: This is a stand-alone piece Feedback please! firstname.lastname@example.org
Spoilers: None whatsoever.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, they belong to that blonde guy.
Summary: Thoughts from Mulder about Krycek's leather jacket.
This was inspired by a conversation between Aries and Orithain. They arethe
coolest and this is for them.
Alex gave me his jacket to wear yesterday.
We were at the park, walking around the lake. The shadows were growing longin the late fall afternoon. The trees crimson and gold contrasting withthe deep blue sky.
I shivered, wearing only a long-sleeved t-shirt. He gave me his jacket -just like that! He said he was warm enough in his sweater. The one madeof that forest green wool that made his eyes seem deeper green than theywere. A white t-shirt peeked through the v-neck.
He took it off then held it out for me and I slipped my arms through thesleeves. He pulled it up over my shoulders, it fit like a glove. It waswarm, still holding his body heat. I breathed in the scent, the leathersmell that would always remind me of him. This married with his own spicyscent which enveloped me in a warm cloud of Alex.
I could feel something hard in an inside pocket, not knowing whether itwas a knife, a gun or just a wallet. It made me excited to think of himpossibly unarmed and vulnerable without his protective shell.
We made our way around the lake and back to the car. Finding the keys inthe pocket, I slipped in the driver's side ignoring his protests that I*didn't know how to drive a stick*. I smugly reminded him that I drove hisstick pretty well and once you learned you never forgot.
Alex laughed. His laughter is like music. When he really let's go you cantell, his eyes get all scrunched up at the corners and his face lights up.His eyes seem to glow fluorescent green for a second.
I peeled out of the parking lot and sped down the road. He told me to slowdown but I couldn't. The leather jacket wouldn't let me. It was if his smelland the weight of the jacket had changed me, made me more like like him.
I flew down the road the opposite way of home, not wanting to go back tothe city. I turned off the highway to a country road and slowed down a littlebit. Fields and farmhouses passed by us. Cows and even a flock of Emu's(which amused Alex completely, but I refused to stop) were our view. Thefields gave way to trees and I had to turn the lights on as it was pastsix and was dark. Finally our road ended at a river.
I cut the engine, turned off the lights and sat there, twisting my wrists,rubbing them against the leather worn smooth by Alex.
Then he was there, kissing my neck, running his hands through my hair. Ikissed him back delighting in the fact that I smelled like him and he smelledlike me. My mouth opened to greet his hungry tongue which ran over my lipsbefore entering.
Alex's hands moved down to my jeans and undid them, his hand entered myjeans and caressed my cock. His mouth then left my own and he made his waydown to replace his hand with his mouth. Those lips firm around me, histongue licking me. I wove my fingers through his hair and moaned. Alex hadme completely.
Then his mouth came off me, I let out a whimper at the cold air now assaultingmy cock. He took off his jeans and brought his own fingers around to preparehimself. When he was ready he straddled me and lowered himself on my weepingcock. He was so tight, so hot, he always felt this good.
He rode me, ensuring to take care of me, screaming my name when he came.The leather of the jacket moaned in time with his thrusts as if it feltwhat was happening. Then his head was on the shoulder of his own leatherjacket. The same shoulder mine had been on many times before. I wonder ifhe closed his eyes as I did and breathed in the musky scent that was hisown. He kissed me on the mouth and told me he loved me. I told him I lovedhim too. Then it was time to drive back home.
I gave him back his jacket when we got home but the scent still remained.We're going out again tomorrow... I should probably remember to take a jacket.