Archive: Probably, but ask me first.
Series: Challenges of Everyday Life 0.3
Disclaimer: Not mine damnit!!
Note: Takes place the morning after Skirting the Issue. Another
mini response to another of Endymion's challenges.
Story Summary: Fox and Alex get to know each other a little better.
When Alex Krycek woke up, he was instantly aware that something
unusual was happening. This wasn't due to any extraordinary perception
on his part but was instead a direct result of discovering that
he'd been handcuffed to his own bed while he slept. He opened
his eyes cautiously and found himself looking at Fox Mulder, who
was reclining naked against the headboard and munching on a bagel.
"Hey, don't get crumbs in my bed!"
"You wouldn't let me eat crackers in your bed?" Mulder
"No! Eat them in your own damn bed! You never sleep in it
Mulder wondered how long Krycek was going to pretend to ignore
the cuffs. Maybe they hadn't been necessary after all, but he
was determined that this time they were going to talk before Alex
vanished. He absently fed Alex bites of his bagel as he considered
the long body stretched out before him and the devious mind it
Alex watched Mulder through the screen of his lashes, wondering
what going on inside his head. The fact that they were both still
naked gave rise to all sorts of interesting possibilities, but
he doubted Mulder was after sex, no matter how much they both
"Tell me something about yourself that you've never told
anyone," Mulder suddenly asked. Alex stared at him like he
was nuts. "Come on, I let you call me 'Foxy'--"
"You don't exactly *let* me, Mulder; it's more like begging,"
Alex pointed out.
"Semantics," Mulder dismissed with a wave of his hand.
"It's still something unique to you. Can't you give me something
in return? Can't you let me in just a little?"
"Make me," Alex challenged, grinning at him.
Mulder's eyes narrowed, probably seeing far more than Alex really
wanted him to. He nodded slowly.
And equally slowly he uncoiled from his position at the head of
the bed, ending up stretched along Alex's side, propped up on
one elbow while he traced the line of Alex's jaw with a fingertip.
He felt the stubble scraping lightly over the pad of his finger,
sensitizing it, and he replaced it with his tongue. With long,
slow laps, he mapped the contours of Alex's face, tasting the
faint hint of salt from the sweat of their exertions the night
before. He licked Alex's lips, stroking along them until they
parted and Alex's own tongue darted out to touch his.
That was when Mulder pulled away, staring down at him till Alex
opened lustful green eyes. "Tell me a secret, Alex. Who was
your hero when you were a kid?" That should be an easy enough
question to answer. He was surprised to see a wave of pink wash
across Alex's features, and the younger man shut his eyes stubbornly.
Mulder shrugged and continued his campaign. The coaxing was rapidly
becoming an end in and of itself. He traced the whorls of the
ear facing him with the tip of his tongue, hearing Alex gasp at
the touch. He licked the soft lobe, drawing it between his teeth
and biting down gently. Alex arched slightly off the bed.
Mulder started to nibble his way down Alex's throat, stopping
to bite and suck every inch or so. When he reached the collar
bone, he pulled back inspecting the long bruise covering the entire
side of the other man's throat. Regardless of what happened next,
Alex wouldn't be forgetting about him for a while. "Who was
your hero, Alex?" he repeated.
Alex still refused to speak, but Mulder was starting to hope that
he'd hold out for a good long while. He nibbled on the nearly
hairless chest before him, tugging an occasional hair between
his teeth to hear Alex's gasp and see him arch. He licked along
the outline of each muscle, making Alex giggle at the ticklish
sensation. Mulder had never heard Alex giggle before, and he liked
the sound, almost able to imagine that they were two normal men
and that none of their past had happened.
"Mulder, *please* stop!" Alex begged, his sides aching
Mulder took pity on him, turning his attention to the hardened
nipples waiting for his touch. He ran his tongue over one, stroking
it till it looked inflamed and Alex was writhing under him, then
he took it between his teeth, nipping before drawing it into his
mouth to suckle on it. Alex yelled his pleasure. Meanwhile Mulder's
hands weren't idle, one stroking over Alex's hip again and again,
petting him, and the other was alternately rubbing and pinching
the nipple not in Mulder's mouth.
After a few minutes, when Alex was whimpering nearly continually,
Mulder began to work his way farther down. Alex jerked uncontrollably
when Mulder probed his navel with his tongue, letting out little
gasps and whimpers, then laughing when Mulder blew a raspberry.
Mulder raised his head and grinned up at his lover.
"Ready to tell me who your hero was yet?"
Alex shook his head, thinking that he'd have to be nuts to take
a chance on his Foxy stopping what he was doing. He blinked. //When
the hell did I start thinking of him as mine?//
Mulder bit Alex's hip, drawing his attention back to him. "Hey,
Alex snickered, wondering how Mulder thought he could possibly
forget him while his mouth was only inches from his straining
cock. Just the thought of what those luscious lips and talented
tongue could do was enough to make more pre-cum drip from the
head of his cock.
Mulder could see Alex's erection twitch, and he had a pretty good
idea of the cause. His tongue flicked out, barely touching Alex,
then he blew on the moistened skin, making the younger man twist
and groan. Mulder inched closer, resting his head on Alex's hip
while he planned his next move.
Suddenly he rolled between Alex's legs, which spread wide for
him, and dove down to take his balls in his mouth. Alex screamed
his name and arched right off the bed, his hands clenching on
air as he jerked against the cuffs. Mulder rolled the balls gently
on his tongue, sucking lightly, but not giving Alex enough to
get him off. He worked one hand into the crack of his lover's
ass, rubbing along it to the tune of Alex's moans. He stroked
one finger teasingly over the entrance, circling around but never
quite going inside despite Alex's plaintive cries and jerky movements.
Mulder let Alex's sac fall from his mouth, blowing on him to see
him shudder. He licked and nibbled his way up the prominent vein
on the underside of the rigid shaft, biting down with a pressure
just this side of pain, until he reached the ridge just below
the head. He caressed Alex with his tongue, already knowing what
touches pleased Alex most.
"Suck me, Foxy, please suck me," Alex begged.
Mulder was never one to pass up an invitation, so he did. He swallowed
Alex whole, sliding his entire length into his mouth.
The sudden warm, wet pressure after the prolonged tease was too
much for Alex, and he came immediately, pushing deep into Mulder's
When he was sure that he'd milked every drop of come from Alex,
Mulder let him slide free and shifted to his knees between Alex's
legs. Alex opened pleasure-dazed eyes to see Mulder with his cock
pressed up to his entrance, staring back at him. Despite the explosive
pleasure Mulder had just provided him, Alex wanted, *needed*,
to feel Fox inside him, and he pushed against him, trying to entice
"Who was your hero, Alex?" Mulder's tone made it clear
that he wasn't going to move till Alex answered his question,
even if it killed them both.
"Fox!" Alex exclaimed.
"Begging isn't going to help you, babe, not this time."
Alex laughed almost painfully. "No, *George* Fox," he
clarified at the same moment that he wrapped his legs around Fox's
waist and tightened them, pushing Mulder into him. Both men cried
out at the pleasure, and the discussion was forgotten for the
moment. Mulder forced himself to move slowly at first until he
was sure that he wasn't hurting Alex, then sped up, thrusting
harder and faster until he was driving in and out of Alex's ass
as hard and deeply as he could. He twisted slightly so he could
support himself on one arm, reaching the other up over Alex's
head until he reached one of his hands in the cuffs, intertwining
their fingers as they moved together.
Mulder's teasing of Alex had turned him on almost as much as it
did Alex, so it didn't take long for him to cry Alex's name and
explode deep inside him. He dropped on top of Alex, panting, then
suddenly raised his head.
"George Fox?!? You've got to be kidding me."
Alex stared back, looking almost sulky.
"I expected you to tell me some soldier's name, a fighter
of some kind, but George Fox?"
"He *was* a fighter, in his own way."
Mulder looked at him oddly. "Alex, the man was a Quaker,
is widely considered to be the founder of the Quaker religion,
in fact. By definition, that makes him a pacifist."
Alex shrugged, trying to find the words to explain. "He went
to prison so many times, Fox, for what he believed in, but they
never broke him. He never compromised his principles, and because
of his beliefs, the world is a better place than it might have
been. I wanted to be that kind of person, someone who could make
a difference, someone that other people could look up to."
He closed his eyes and shrugged as well as he could, considering
that he was still cuffed to the headboard. "Guess I screwed
that up big time, huh?" He opened his eyes again. "Want
to hear something really funny? When I was young, I wanted to
be priest. My mother was proud of that, but after she died, I
couldn't believe in God anymore. When Cancerman approached me,
I was ready to follow anyone if they just gave me something to
He stared at Mulder, looking incredibly vulnerable. "What
about you, Fox, who was your hero?"
"Christopher Columbus," Mulder replied without hesitation.
"He had an idea that contradicted what everyone believed
about the world, and he set out to prove it regardless of what
they said or did to him. And despite all the odds against him,
he succeeded. He proved that he was right and that everyone who
had laughed at him was wrong."
Alex watched Mulder. "Are you sure that he was your *childhood*
hero, Foxy? It sounds more like someone you'd admire today."
"I do, but I think even then I had a glimmering of an idea
of what was in store for me. Probably from things my father said
that I don't consciously remember." While he was speaking,
Mulder disengaged from Alex, prompting a faint moan of protest,
and he rummaged on the night table for the key to the handcuffs
that he had placed there earlier. He freed his lover and pulled
him into his arms, massaging the feeling back into his wrists
and exclaiming over the bruises caused by Alex's jerking against
the cuffs earlier.
He smiled when he felt Alex's arms go around him in turn. "George
Fox, huh?" he mumbled.
"Yup, if your name had been anything else, I'd never have
given you a second look." The pillow that hit him in the
face couldn't hide his grin. Both men were laughing as they got
up to face whatever new weirdness this day would bring.