This is part five of what I am now calling the saga of the Booze
Karen Byerly was responsible for the title, and I am very grateful
for it. This is for her.
Rated NC17 for male /male/male sex, and naughty goings on. Don't
if it isn't to your taste, get out of Dodge now!
Disclaimer: These young men are not mine, and should get more
had seriously underused them and they need the excercise.
Spoilers:Terma for sure. Nothing else I think.
Thanks to Orithain for the title and the beta, to Paula for styling
suggestions and beta, and to Frankie too, for beta of the finest.,
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without you guys, so come the revolution, you will be first up
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Booze Brothers 5: "On the Rocks"
by Dr. Ruthless
Three a.m. is the time I've always found it hardest to be alone.
is a cold, dirty time of night. It's the time before dawn when
suddenly acquires a sheen of grime over it. People die at that
time, and by
the time the sun rises, the soul has left to begin its journey,
and only the
husk is left to greet the day. I used to sit huddled at three
the possibility of dying then, never to be missed. There are only
old shows and infomercials on at that time of night. I always
felt a flood
of relief when the sun finally rose, and I knew there would be
in which to make contact with people. Somehow it always felt as
gotten another chance at life.
I'm so used to brooding at this time of night. Old habits die
course, which is why I'm still brooding now, even though I'm not
I'm no longer alone. That in itself is a miracle. I still haven't
used to sharing my life with someone who loves me. He is lying
next to me,
sleeping sweetly. As usual, he has to touch me, and if I were
to move, to
get up out of the bed, he would first grope to find me, and if
he would wake. His hand lies across my chest, and his face is
alongside my arm. He is warm. The heat he generates glows along
my side, and
if I stretch out my neck just an inch or so, I can brush my lips
hair. I have never in my life felt so peaceful. The very thought
makes me feel good. I feel as if I have been redeemed.
I turn carefully into his warmth and put my arms around him. He
coming awake with a suddenness that speaks of long years on the
soothe him, stroking the long back muscles, and then kiss his
"What's the matter?" His voice sounds like fur, softly
whispering fur that
brushes against my ears. I kiss him again, feeling the softness
of his lips
"Nothing's the matter. I just love you. I was watching you
sleep, and I
wanted to hold you." He moans softly, and his arm moves around
me to hold me
close. His mouth comes down over mine with sweet, sucking greed
as he rolls
to pin me down. I feel so good, so loved, that I want to cry.
I don't cry; I
kiss him back, upping the ante by running my hand down to grab
pulling him in tight to me, feeling his growing erection firm
thigh. He rubs up against me like a great, languid cat, and I
arch into him,
knowing that he will want to make love to me and wanting more
to have him invade my body.
"Alex, I love you." The words are torn out of me by
need. I feel the
response in his convulsive clutch. He raises his head from my
mouth, and I
hear the words he says as if I'm swimming underwater.
"Fox, my beautiful Fox, I've wanted you since I first saw
you." His lips
come down on mine once again, and my belly flips as his tongue
the secrets of my mouth. He finally allows me to breathe, moving
lips down over my jaw and into my neck. He carefully presses kisses
hot, wet centers along the route he takes, and I am content to
hair, pet his neck and whisper small endearments to him as he
lines of lust along my body.
We have only been together for a few days, and this still feels
I don't understand how I could hate this man so passionately one
the next day find myself so deeply in love with him. I think of
I've done to him in the past, and I wonder if I will ever be able
things right again. He lost his arm through me. If it hadn't been
for me he
would still be perfect. Oh, my Alex! Sometimes I wonder how it
is that you
love me when I deserve for you to kill me.
He is kissing his way down my side towards my penis now, and I
want him so
badly I can't stand it. I feel under the pillow for the lube and
cap, slicking my fingers and reaching down to find him. As his
envelopes my cock, suckling and licking with long strokes of his
feel between the cheeks of his ass for the small, tight opening
that I know
is there. I urge him to move towards me, and my busy fingers find
spot, working at it until first one of my fingers, then two are
enter his rectum, probing to find that magic spot, his prostate.
fingers work on him, his mouth is working on me, pulling me towards
dizziness of sensation I crave.
"Alex, I need you inside me, please, baby, please."
He looks up at me, his
mouth still firmly clasped around my dick, and I gesture to him.
he removes his mouth from me and squirms up to kiss my lips once
take hold of his cock and stroke on the lube, pulling my legs
allow him free entry. I am more than ready. He slips in easily
with only the
bare minimum of resistance. Then, he presses his hips up towards
me until he
is as deeply buried as is possible, and leaning forward, he fixes
to mine again as we begin to rock.
I take hold of my penis and stroke it in time with his thrusts,
to watch me. Gazing up at him with lust-drugged eyes, I see a
expression that only shows when, like now, he's fucking me. He
arrogant right now that it sends me over the edge, and watching
shouts out with joy.
"Yes, Fox, yes! Come on, that's good! God, I could fuck you
to death!" I'm
gasping and panting as I shoot sticky white sperm all over myself,
it with my hand and holding it up for him like a sacrifice. He
dips his head
and licks it from my fingers, making me groan again as I fill
for him. Another moment and his rhythm alters, he plunges desperately
pounding me as he arrives at his own climax. His eyes never leave
me, and I
see his face crease with ecstasy as the spasms wash over him.
At the end of it, he collapses to lie drained across me and I
onto him wherever I can, while he remains panting in my arms.
drift back to sleep, still entwined, limbs tangled and arms about
other. I have never been so happy. Tomorrow I have to return to
work. I will
have to leave him behind, a secret not to be shared, at least
not for now.
I wonder how I can possibly keep him a secret. My joy must shine
out of my
face all the time. I know I see it in his. How will Scully react
knowledge that I have a lover? How will she take the news that
my lover is
Alex Krycek? She knows that Cardinale killed her sister, but she
that Alex was there when it happened. What will Skinner do when
that Alex is home and that I have dropped my senseless persecution
of him in
favor of taking him into my bed?
Spender! Oh, God, Spender! He knows about Alex and me. He has
together. What will he do with that news? My dreams are uneasy
as I ponder
my choices. When the alarm finally heralds morning, I am confused,
miserable, and halfway to convincing myself that I will lose Alex.
He is first to rouse himself, leaving the warmth of my side to
head for the
bathroom, and then to make coffee. My Alex is an addict. I pull
over my head, not wanting to stir, though to tell the truth, it
as inviting now that he is no longer lying beside me.
As I'm trying my best to fall back to sleep, he comes back into
delving under the duvet to suck my toes. I defy anyone to stay
Alex Krycek is sucking on his big toe. I give a high pitched scream
makes him fall about laughing and scoot up the bed, trying to
get my feet
away from his invading mouth.
He won't let up. Laughing though he is, he's remorseless in his
quest to see
me awake and out of bed. Finally, I quit trying to fight him,
and instead I
squirm to bring my body round so that I am leaning up against
he allows me to sidetrack him into a kiss, but then he smacks
quite sharply and pulls away.
"Come on, Fox. You have to get your ass in gear. If you're
late and they
find out that I'm responsible for your delinquency, I will be
shot at dawn.
You need to come get ready for work." His velvety voice is
though I don't like him telling me I have to wake up and go to
work. I plant
a kiss on his shoulder and dive into the shower.
I am beginning to believe that he is wiser than I am in many ways.
not come to join me in my shower. I am disappointed, but on the
has made me coffee and offers me toast as I enter the kitchen.
I love to watch him in the kitchen. He pads around putting food
deftly, and I watch the muscles sliding under his skin as he moves.
naked and radiates an aura of quiet competence. I would trust
this man to
kill someone for me, and I will drink his coffee without reaching
Maalox. I can't think of any greater compliment to offer him.
Eventually I am dressed, breakfasted, and kissed out the door.
He is still
naked, and it has never been harder for me to go to work than
it is right
Coming back to work after a break is always a difficult adjustment.
not been in since Christmas Eve, and now it's the New Year. When
back on the things that have happened to me since Christmas Eve,
astonished that I don't somehow look different. My whole life
has changed in
the space of little over a week, and somehow it doesn't show on
Entering the office I'm now sharing with a whole bunch of other
look around for Scully and can see that she's here by the fact
glasses case lies on the desk. She is nowhere to be seen. There's
a note on
my desk to go see Kersh immediately, so of course I go first to
When I return to the desk some time later, Scully is waiting for
"How was your Christmas, Mulder? I called you but you weren't
there. I hope
you had a good time." She's looking at me narrowly, and I
listen to see if
there's any concealed meaning there, but she's just asking to
be civil. I
wonder how much to tell her. I need to tell her sooner, rather
or she'll never forgive me.
"Scully, I had a wonderful time. How was yours? Did you have
a headache on
Christmas Day? I know I did! You dance really well by the way!"
to divert her but soon see that this won't happen readily. She
shoots me Icy
Stare Mark IV, the one that's guaranteed to quell opposition without
stripping any flesh from the bones. I smile at her, unrepentant.
to drop more of a bombshell than that; just give me time.
"Scully, I met someone." I know I've got a foolish grin
on my face, but I
have to tell her. I have to tell her some of it at any rate.
"Mulder, you mean...That's wonderful, who is she?" She's
smiling, and I know
that she really is happy for me. I am touched. She's been a really
friend to me through these past few difficult years. I want to
let her know
that I'm finally on my way to becoming happy. I don't know how
to react when I disclose who my choice of partner is. Hell! I'm
how I felt just a little over a week ago.
Something in my expression must have given me away because she
"What, Mulder? What is it?" she looks perplexed, and
I can't say I blame
her. I'm still pretty confused myself.
"Well, you see, Scully, it isn't a she, it's a he... "
Her eyes open wide
and round, just like saucers. She opens her mouth to say something,
then the phone rings, and Kersh makes any further discussion impossible
he demands our immediate presence in his office.
Finally we escape from Kersh's interminable meeting. Reports have
delivered, discussed and dissected. It's time for lunch, and I
Scully is going to be on my case just as soon as we leave the
practically running to keep up with me, and as I look at her,
twitch, and I decide to take pity on her.
"OK, Scully, lunch is on me. Where do you want to go?"
We settle on a sandwich bar a couple of blocks away from the office,
take her arm as we stroll across. We grab our soup and sandwiches,
a booth where we can talk. Then we sit and look at each other.
She opens her
mouth a couple of times, and then closes it again.
"Are you having trouble, Scully? You seem to have lost your
voice." I know.
I'm teasing her, but it does unleash the floodgates, and off she
"Mulder, you never told me you were gay." She appears
to be a little hurt,
and I don't blame her.
"Scully, it's not that simple. I'm not. At least, I wasn't,
or... I don't
know how it happened." Visions of Alex invading my apartment
dirty-sweet, smelling of lust and blood, flash through my mind,
and my cock
leaps. "I never had this kind of thing happen to me before.
I don't quite
know where it's going yet, but I know that I want it."
Scully is thinking hard. I recognize the signs. I'm starting to
but then she leans forward and puts her small hand over mine.
I breathe a
sigh of relief. She's still talking to me. I'm trying to find
breaking the news to her of exactly who my significant other
//lover! Sweet, sweet lover!//
is. There must be a way that won't make her take out her gun and
At that moment my cell phone rings.
"Mulder." It's Alex. My belly flip-flops, and I get
a dumb smile on my manly
features. I can tell I look goofy because Scully rolls her eyes
and returns to her soup while I babble to my lover. "Hello,
Love. What's up?
Did you just call to hear my voice or is there a problem?"
"Fox, I'm really sorry, something has come up, and I have
to go out of town.
I'm heading out right now, and I'm going to try and turn it around
back late tonight." My stomach lurches. I'm uneasy. Where
is he going? I
don't like this. "I won't be here when you get home, but
I'll be thinking of
you. I'll be there as soon as I can. I love you." His voice
rasps over my
ears, sliding down my nerve network to caress between my legs.
I want to go
and grab him. I want to make him stay home, but that's unfair.
do it to me. I suddenly realize how little I still know about
"Ok, Love. I'll see you when you get back. Wake me if I'm
Scully is trying not to look as if she's listening, and I'm sure
blushing because Alex is telling me in graphic detail exactly
how he plans
to wake me. This of course has just ensured that I won't be able
to get a
wink of sleep 'til he's home! I try to keep my breathing under
she's still listening, and the look on her face tells me I'm going
"I love you. See you later." I put my phone away, feeling
Scully is watching me with a small smile on her face. I'm sure
thinking I've slipped a cog or two, and she's right.
"Mulder, tell me! Tell me all about it or I'm going to run
this restaurant. What happened? Who is he? How did you manage
to do all this
without me knowing?" She leans forward, female that she is,
listening for gossip.
"Well, I've known him for a long time. To tell you the truth
I didn't like
him. Actually, I kinda hated him." I can feel my face turning
knows! She must know! Her face is calm and interested. She hasn't
gun yet, so I continue. "We haven't seen too much of each
other lately, and
I was pretty surprised when he turned up at my door on Christmas
"Mulder, you were at the party on Christmas Eve." She's
confused. "Just what is it that you're not telling me?"
I gulp. "It's..er... You know him." I can hear blood
rushing in my ears.
She's completely flummoxed. I can see her furrowed brow as she
unravel the puzzle.
"Scully, I know this sounds stupid. Just take it from me
that I really
didn't intend to fall in love with anyone, let alone a man. I
know how it happened, but I'm not sorry."
"Mulder, you say I know him? Who is he? What are you trying
to keep hidden
from me." She's leaning forward again, all honest concern
This is the crunch. Tell it now or go home, Mulder.
"Alex, his name is Alex Krycek." The words fall into
the suddenly still air
like rocks into a pool. The shock lies leaden on the air and is
ripples of bewilderment. Her eyes widen and then cloud over. I
am not sure
how she feels.
"Alex Krycek? Oh my God, Mulder. What are you thinking of?"
She sounds as if
she is somewhere else. I touch her hand and wait. Visions of Alex,
are dancing in my inner eye.
"Mulder, I don't know what to say. I thought you hated him.
You do remember
that he killed your father?" She's not angry. She's stunned.
I wrack my
brain for something to say to her so she will be happy, but I
can't think of
anything right now.
"He didn't kill my father. My father killed himself. I'm
convinced of that
now. Scully, I don't think it matters about the past. What matters
to me is
the way I feel about him. It's the way we are together. That's
thing right now. Scully, you have to come and see him with me.
together. I can't explain what I'm feeling. I can only live it."
trails off, and she's actually nodding.
"Mulder, it's OK. It's your life. I won't make trouble for
you. If you love
the man, you love him. I only hope you won't be too badly hurt.
betrayed you in the past, sold you out. I recall having to blow
a hole in
you to stop you from killing him. I won't do it again, Mulder.
yours." She's holding herself now, arms tightly wrapped around
front of her in Defensive Posture 12b of the psychology 101 handbook.
out my hand to touch her face gently, and she bursts into tears.
"Scully, you've been my best friend for years. Don't stop
being that. I'm
always going to need one." I'm tearing up too. So much for
my butch and
manly exterior! Oh, well! I suppose I can try for sensitive and
Later in the afternoon I find myself in the basement. Damn! I
didn't want to
come down here. Why can't I have a secretary to go hunting files
Still, I walk very softly past the door to the X-Files. I hate
being here. I
think I've made it past, but damn it, just as I reach the elevator,
and out steps my favorite Special Agent. Oh, fuck! Please not
today! Make him go away!
"Mulder. I was looking for you."
//Shit! No such luck!//
"Looking for me, Spender? What's the matter? Too much time
on your hands?"
Cheap shot, I know, but he does irritate me. He gestures and holds
open for me to go into the X-Files. Being totally without will
I go in.
"What seems to be the problem, Spender? Do you need a little
help with the
X-Files?" I know I'm needling him, but somehow I can't help
"Not the X-Files. You know what I want to talk to you about.
Alex Krycek is
the main thing. You do know you are consorting with a known felon?
aware what would happen to you and your job if this became known?"
talking calmly, but his face gives it all away. He looks so bitter
unhappy that I wish for a moment I could help him. I can't. I
wouldn't if I
could. Alex is mine. Not his, mine!
I smile to hide my unease. I know very well what will happen.
I would never
be able to protect Alex, and I need to.
"Are you asking out of concern for me or out of a desire
to do a little
consorting of your own? He's mine. You won't find him running
to you. Give
it up, Spender. You know, he's like a drug. Once you've taken
him, you have
to keep a regular supply going, or it's cold turkey. Is that your
Spender? Getting sweats and shivering in the night? I feel for
you, but I
can't help you." I'm trying to be kind. I know I'm not succeeding.
worse now. His face grim and closed.
"I'll talk to Alex next time I see him. That's all I can
promise." He looks
at me, with a cold, intense glare that shrinks my stomach and
makes me fear
for my Alex.
"If you know where he is, tell him I need to talk to him.
That's all I'm
asking, for now." He turns from me and opens a file. I am
dismissed! Way to
go, Spender! I love power games with assholes. I leave, without
door behind me. Petty, I know, but it makes me feel good.
It's about 8 when I get home. He's not here, and I knew that he
I consider watching the TV but can't quite work up the enthusiasm.
myself off to bed. This is a new thing for me. I never used my
bed until he
came. Now, the pillow smells of him, and I want to lie here and
really tired, but 3 hours sleep a night will do that to you. It
surprising. The only thing that does surprise me is the fact that
asleep straight away.
I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming of warm lips around my penis, and the
push, push myself into that heat. Cloudily I can hear sultry encouragement,
sweet obscenities that make me crazy. I wake as I'm coming, crying
the night as I spurt endlessly into that heat.
"Hello, Baby. I told you I would." He's damp from the
shower, and he crawls
up to cover me in kisses. I groan and throw my arms around him.
He gasps and
winces a little, and I'm suddenly a little worried. I reach out,
for the lamp. Clicking it on shows me the beauty of my lover and
on his back, his ribs and his side.
"Jesus, Alex! What happened to you?" I lick at the scrape
on his chest. He
hisses his breath in, and then strokes my hair.
"Baby, I'm trying to persuade certain elements that they
should leave us
alone. I want us to be able to live together. I don't want anyone
shooting at you, just because you're with me." I lay my head
down on his
shoulder. I won't let it drop, but it's not a good time right
reminds me, and I start to tell him about Spender. He closes his
eyes for a
minute, and then sits up.
"Fox, he seemed like such a good idea at the time. Now he's
become tiresome. Maybe we should both go and see him. What do
you say?" I
look at the clock. It's 2am. I shake my head.
"Do you mean right now?" He can't be serious!
"Yeah, let's get him over with. Come on!" He starts
to climb out of bed and
turns to pull me up. "I've got just the thing for you to
wear. We'll have to
be very careful here. I don't want to have to kill him, but I
don't want him
to screw up your life either." He pulls me to him and opens
his mouth to
kiss me, plastering his damp, warm self onto my body and making
with lust. His tongue lazily curls into my mouth, drawing my cock
though it were on a string. I don't know how I can feel this horny
time. I cling to him. This is real. This is where I want to be.
Releasing me at last, he turns to the closet where his clothes
Opening the door, he fishes out a couple of hangers. Extending
one to me, he
"Here. You are gonna look sensational in this, Fox."
Dubiously I take it.
The garments are leather. I turn to find my underwear.
"Nope, sorry, no can do, You can't wear anything under it.
You'll see. Just
put it on, Fox." His breath is a little ragged and he looks
really turned on. I pull the pants off the hanger. Putting them
on, I can
see at a glance why there's no room for my boxers. The pants lace
outside from hip to ankle. There is about 2 inches of my skin
the way down on each side. The top is sleeveless, made of glove
it also laces up the sides. It's so tight, I feel as if I'm wearing
or something. There's black criss-cross lacing from mid chest
to my neck
too, and a collar that stands high. Looking at myself in the mirror,
see a totally new Fox Mulder. I'm amazed. Alex is just about drooling.
penis is up and hard. He looks at me as if I'm a steak. Holding
out a black
studded collar, he says, "Wear this for me, just for tonight.
mean anything, but Spender will think it does." I shrug and
put it on. He
gasps and comes over, still naked, to press himself against me,
hands over me. I grope down for his cock, wanting to help him
feel good, but
he slaps my hand away.
"No, Babe, not now. I need that for now. Wait 'til later.
It will be so
good!" He peels himself away from me and turns to put on
his own clothes.
He's in leather too, and a big, floaty silk shirt in an amazing
makes him look like a forest elf. Over this go a black leather
vest and an
assortment of chains, clamps and rings. He looks so pretty. His
outlined in soft black leather, and I want to dig my fingers into
hard-on of his is showing clearly through the tightness of his
very difficult to keep my hands to myself. I busy myself looking
black boots. "Alex, I like this outfit, but I'm gonna freeze
if I go out
like this!" He sniggers and comes over to kiss me again.
"Oh, God, Fox. You look so hot! I wanna forget going out
and take you back
to bed, but we can't just yet. Come on. Let's find you a coat.
gonna wet himself when he sees you." I trace a lingering
lick down from the
corner of his mouth to his neck where it disappears into the shirt.
and pushes me away."Come on, Fox. Let's go do it!" Fast
kiss, slap on my
butt, and we're out of there. I'm getting into a whole new lifestyle
Where will it end?
Driving to Spender's place, he keeps on touching me. He's stroking
through the leather, kneading and squeezing until I'm just about
need. When I ask him to stop, he just laughs and keeps going.
In a way, I'm
glad when we arrive. He has already learned the touches that make
I don't want to soil his pretty leathers. Not yet, anyway.
He picks the lock, and we enter the apartment building. He knows
go, and soon, he's pounding on Spender's door. It's nearly 3 am.
in bed, sleeping deeply, or he's out. If he's asleep, he's going
really pissed off.After a couple of minutes, just when I'm dragging
arm to try and make him come away, the door opens. Spender is
home. He was
definitely sleeping, by the look of him. He's pulled on a pair
jeans to answer the door. His hair is in disarray, and his feet
are bare. He
blinks at us uncomprehendingly, and as he does so, Alex saunters
him, snagging my hand as he goes, pulling me after him. He slips
off my coat
and tosses it onto the couch, as Spender stands, uncertain.
"What are you doing here? Do you know what time it is?"
Spender's voice is
scratchy, confused. Alex grabs hold of his hair, pulling him in
nose to nose with him. Spender blinks owlishly at him. Alex gives
predatory smile and then kisses him. I watch, feeling hotter than
want to peel off my second skin and touch myself. I'm so into
it, it doesn't
even occur to me to feel jealous.
I watch Alex kiss Spender's mouth, and I can feel it as if he
were doing it
to me. Spender moans and goes limp against Alex. He's not as tall
of us, and he's slender too. His chest has curly black hair on
it, and he
would be attractive if he would only smile. I don't want to make
if sharing Alex is what it will take.
He finally comes up for air, and Alex keeps his hand buried in
hair. Spender looks up at him with an unmistakable look of adoration.
he finally turns to me, his face is back to its usual cold, bitter
"How come you had to bring the slut-bride from Planet Fuck-Me
What's he doing here?" I don't think he likes me. I'm crushed!
"Hey Jeffy! He's a treat for you. Fox is beautiful. Look
at his lips! Can't
you imagine how they would feel if he wrapped them around your
on. C'mere!" Alex is slowly walking him over to me. His arm
Spender, and he's got his hand buried in that hair of his. His
bright and feverish, and he's looking at me with a smile I haven't
before. He reaches me, and leans to glue his mouth to mine. He's
holding Spender, and the three of us crush awkwardly together.
his tongue into my mouth, and for a brief second I close my eyes
and wish I
were home and alone with him, then he pulls away.
"Look, Jeffy. Look at my pretty Fox. Can you imagine him
lying under you
looking like that? Kiss him, Jeffy! You know you want to."
His hand in
Spender's hair urges him forward, and Spender has a strange, sick
his eye as he puts up his hands to lay them along the sides of
my face. His
lips are soft and warm, and he kisses me like a drowning man.
He pulls me
into him and presses himself on me. Alex is stroking my hair and
sweetness to me in his low, husky voice. I feel dizzy and wonder
Alex is untying the laces at the fly of my pants. He drops to
his knees to
suckle briefly on my engorged prick, and then hauls Spender down
"Look at this. Wouldn't you like it? Wouldn't you like to
taste it? He
slides his hand along it, stroking around the drops of moisture
the head of it, scooping them off and putting his fingers into
mouth. He licks them avidly and gets another kiss from Alex. Then
leans forward to take my dick into his mouth. His mouth is very
and I'm on the final climb towards orgasm when Alex pulls him
away from me.
I can't help it. I cry out. He chuckles and caresses me again.
"Patience, Baby. You'll have such a good time if you just
hold on for a
minute or two." He rolls Spender to stand in front of him
with his back to
him. While he's talking to me, he's nipping and sucking Spender's
back and his shoulders. Spender has his eyes closed, and he's
harshly. Alex's hand moves down to open Spender's jeans and tug
out the hard
erection that's lurking there. As he begins to stroke it, he leans
me again, and then tells me to do things to Spender. I drop my
begin to lick and bite his nipples. He is groaning now, and I
know how he
feels. We are so close, so aroused, it's like torture.
Alex has Spender leaning back against him. His hand is busily,
jerking Spender's cock, and I'm biting the man's nipples, running
over him and playing with his ass cheeks as I think of variations.
breath comes in great gasping sobs now, and he's whispering Alex's
again and again under his breath. Suddenly, Alex stops his stroking
pushes Spender away. He pulls up a chair and makes him sit in
it. Then he
takes the cuffs from his vest and secures Spender's arms around
back. The man is sitting there, close to orgasm, dick pointing
at the sky,
and he's handcuffed to a fucking chair.
Alex turns to me and grabs me into his embrace. His kisses and
licks make me
weak in the knees, and slowly we sink to the ground. Finally,
Alex turns and
takes my helplessly throbbing cock in his hand, squeezes it a
times, and then deep throats me. I scream, thrust, and come explosively,
entire body awash with sensation. He turns to Spender.
"You could be getting that, but you're threatening my Fox
and that's not
allowed." Spender looks haggard, and who's to blame him?
I feel so sorry for
him. I go to him and try to find the key to the cuffs, but wherever
Alex has it hidden.
"Alex, you can't leave him like this. He's suffering."
Alex shakes his head
"It's OK, Fox. He likes it." Spender is shaking his
head from side to side,
straining to find something to rub his penis on. Taking one final,
exasperated look at me, Alex reaches down and with a couple of
brings about Spender's orgasm. He moans, and the white, sticky
all over Alex's hand, spattering onto the floor. Alex wipes his
Spender's hair and turns to leave.
"Are you going to leave him there?" I'm incredulous.
"You're too soft hearted, Fox. He was OK there." Nevertheless,
for the key in his pocket, unlocks the cuffs and grabs that curly
again. "OK, Jeffy, sleep well. You owe your present sense
of well being to
Fox, not to me. If you bother him again, I'll leave you in such
a state that
you'll wish you'd never been born."
To my amazement he nods, and his eyes are promising the world
to Alex. He
turns, takes my hand, and we leave.
Back in my apartment, there is little left of the night. Alex
turns to me,
puts his arm around my waist and nuzzles into my neck.
"God, Fox, you're so beautiful. I want to fuck you. Please,
can I?" Nodding,
I start to undress. He turns me away from him and lays me down.
sit alongside me, he begins stroking my back, my neck, the hollow
buttocks begin to swell away from my back. He kisses the back
of my knees,
parting my thighs to find the tender flesh between them. I feel
and hand him the bottle of "Wet", knowing that he's
going to have trouble
with only one hand. His fingers, slick and clever, slide inside
me as his
mouth continues its teasing exploration. He bites my ass cheeks,
fingers move home to stroke my prostate gland, making me buck
Finally, he climbs astride me and tugs my hips upward as he seeks
me. The initial thrust is sharp, and I gasp as he works his cock
ring of tight muscle, but as he starts his rocking, lazy thrusts,
I feel the
tightness begin to build, a tingling, tickling rush from my navel
my cock. I can't believe I'm getting there again. I'm not 17 any
moves faster, and I reach down to knead my own dick, knowing that
help me from this position. As I finally reach oblivion, muscles
ecstasy, and voice yelling God knows what, he comes with a scream.
wetness gushing into me lets me know he is mine and wants me.
onto my belly, and he collapses with me, lying on my back, hand
gently as I crash out.
When the alarm wakes me for work a couple of hours later, He is
over me, looking very childlike and innocent. I'm still wearing
Now what are we going to do?