Title: Sobriety

Author: Diandra Hollman

E-Mail: diandrahollman@gmail.com

Website: http://diandrahollman.tripod.com/index.html

Date Finished: 1/6/2005

Rating: NC-17. So much for restraint. ;P

Classification: S R

Keywords: Slash, Alias/X-Files crossover, Mulder/Vaughn.

Spoilers: Nope. Nadda. None.

Disclaimer: Agent Fox Mulder belongs to Chris Carter, Ten 
   Thirteen blah blah Agent Michael Vaughn belongs to J.J. 
   Abrams, Bad Robot yadda yadda. You know the drill. 

Archive: Gossamer, Ephemeral, Mulder Slash, Cover Me and Alias 
   Slash. Anyone else: e-mail me.

Summary: “No matter how many times I had done this, there was 
   always a moment where I wondered... Why am I here? Why do 
   we keep doing this? It was easy to explain the first time – 
   when we were both drunk off our asses and desperately 
   needed to get laid. But we couldn't blame alcohol on this.”

Dedication: To Gin, who pushed me relentlessly to finish this 
   story and everybody who sent me feedback for Intoxicated. 

Author's Notes: This is the sequel to Intoxicated, which you 
   can find on my website (listed above), although it could 
   really stand alone. This is very much PWP. No plot. Not 
   much substance. Just pages and pages of sex between two hot 
   guys, loosely tied together with small doses of angst and 
   domestic fluffiness. 


Sobriety
By Diandra Hollman

This wasn't the first time I had stood outside his door trying 
to rally up enough nerve to knock. 

Despite living on opposite sides of the country, we had 
managed to arrange several...meetings just in the few months 
we had known each other. One of the perks of having a job that 
requires a lot of travel. Or one of its drawbacks depending on 
how you look at it. 

No matter how many times I had done this, though, there was 
always a moment where I wondered what the hell I was doing. 
Why am I here? Why do we keep doing this? It was easy to 
explain the first time - when we were both drunk off our asses 
and desperately needed to get laid. But we couldn't blame 
alcohol on this. 

/Just do it, Spooky, he already knows you're coming./ 

I knocked, then waited nervously for the now-familiar sound of 
the tumblers as he unlocked the door and opened it slowly. 

"Agent Vaughn," I said pleasantly. 

"Agent Mulder," he parroted. 

This had become almost routine with us. The stilted greetings; 
the slightly uncomfortable looks. If there was one word I 
could use to describe the look on Vaughn's face as the silence 
stretched on, that word would be 'sheepish'. Almost like he 
was ashamed to admit that he wanted this just as much as I 
did. 

He stepped aside, allowing me to enter, then closed and re-
locked the door behind me. There was a lengthy pause then as 
we just stood facing each other, waiting to see who would make 
the first move. This was also part of the routine. 

Finally, I gave in and closed the gap between us, framing his 
face between my hands and pressing my mouth firmly to his. His 
mouth opened immediately, accepting my tongue with a deep 
sigh. His hands reached up to loosen my tie as my own hands 
dropped to his waist, pulling him closer. He wrapped his arms 
around my neck, throwing my tie behind me and moaned as I 
abandoned his lips to kiss and lick at his neck. 

"Bedroom," he murmured, his voice already husky. I smiled into 
his skin and unbuckled his belt, throwing it in the same 
direction he had sent my tie. 

"Mulder," he moaned as I found the sensitive spot just below 
his ear. His fingers wrapped in the hair at the back of my 
head and tugged lightly. If there's one thing I learned fairly 
quickly about Vaughn it is that he doesn't give up easily. I 
let go of him, pulled off my coat - throwing it on a nearby 
chair - and started for the bedroom without a word. I didn't 
need to ask, I knew exactly where it was. He followed me. 

When I reached the bed I turned and drew him back into my 
arms, mouths meeting again briefly before I pushed him onto 
the mattress. I followed him, straddling his hips, hovering 
over him, and reclaimed his mouth. 

He fumbled as he tried to unbutton my shirt. I, on the other 
hand, simply ripped at his, sending several buttons to the 
floor. 

"I should just answer the door naked," he muttered dryly. "If 
you're gonna keep ruining my clothes..." He was cut off as I 
plunged my tongue back into his mouth. The minutes after that 
were a blur of clothing being removed and hands, lips and 
tongues exploring newly exposed skin. 

Finally, we were kneeling, naked, in the middle of the bed. My 
arms wrapped around him from behind as I continued to kiss and 
lick every inch of his neck and left shoulder. He let his head 
drop back onto my shoulder with a resigned groan. 

"Thanks for that hickey last time, by the way," he muttered 
sarcastically. "I had to put up with Weiss' nagging for a 
week." 

Weiss. Weiss? I searched my memory for that name. Oh, yeah. 
Vaughn's friend. Vaughn had mentioned him before. "What did 
you tell him," I asked curiously as I reached for the tube of 
lubricant I had dropped on the bed earlier - alongside a 
condom. 

"That it was none of his damn business," he grumbled. "What 
else was I supposed to say?" He groaned as my fingers massaged 
his opening, spreading a generous amount of lube. Then he 
gasped as I plunged two fingers inside abruptly, twisting my 
wrist slowly to stretch the tight ring of muscles. By the time 
I had worked a fourth finger inside him he had arched his 
back, pushing his hips back against me, panting. 

I managed to get the condom on me in record time and plunged 
into him with no further warning. He stiffened with a soft, 
startled cry. I paused, content to give him as much time as he 
needed to adjust to the sudden intrusion. I placed one hand on 
his abdomen to hold him still and tipped his head back with 
the other. I slowly licked at the moisture beading on his 
throat, feeling the distinct bob of his Adam's apple against 
my tongue. After about a minute of that, he reached up to pull 
my hand away from his chin and gripped my hair as his lips 
found mine again. 

When I pulled back I noted the overly-bright and slightly-
dazed look in his eyes with pride. His hand covered mine where 
it still rested on his abdomen and guided it lower to his 
growing erection. I brushed my fingers over it lightly, 
teasingly, and smiled as Vaughn moaned and let his head fall 
back on my shoulder again. I traced one finger along the 
sensitive vein on the underside and he squirmed. 

"God," he gasped. "Now...please." 

I pulled out of him leisurely and pushed back in just as 
slowly, just as torturously. He sighed and reached back to 
clutch at my thighs, pulling me tighter against him. 

I wrapped my hand loosely around his length, stroking him in 
the same slow rhythm as my thrusts, rubbing my thumb over the 
tip to spread the escaping moisture over him. His hips circled 
with mine, meeting me thrust for thrust. He tried to speed up 
the rhythm, but I refused to comply, returning the hand not 
wrapped around his erection to his abdomen to steady him. He 
groaned in frustration and dug his fingers into my thighs with 
a bruising grip. 

"Fuck," he breathed. 

"I'm trying to," I said, smiling. He tried to glare at me, but 
was distracted as my next thrust caused me brush against his 
prostate. His body twitched. The hard length in my hand 
throbbed and grew even longer, thicker. He trembled, panting 
as his arousal heightened. 

And then he started babbling. This is the part I love most 
about these encounters. The moment when he becomes completely 
incoherent, abandoning all control and giving in to mindless 
pleasure. His rantings are sometimes in English, sometimes in 
French and always unintelligible. I can only guess what he's 
saying by the tone of his voice, which I've gotten very good 
at interpreting, actually. At that particular moment, I knew 
he was begging me to let him come. And I caved in, of course. 
I always do. 

I pushed him down until he was on all fours and waited for him 
to steady himself. Then I resumed my thrusts, this time at an 
only slightly faster rate. He made a noise deep in his throat, 
much like a growl, and tried to reach his left hand back to 
touch his suddenly neglected cock. He faltered halfway there, 
losing his balance and nearly crashing into the mattress. He 
returned his hand to the bed, bracing himself against me with 
a low, frustrated whimper. I was tempted to reach underneath 
him and stroke him myself, but I knew he would come quickly if 
I did and, while I knew it was a bit selfish, I didn't want it 
to end so soon. 

I looked down to where we were joined. This was my new guilty 
pleasure. I found watching the way his tiny opening stretched, 
spreading wide to accommodate me incredibly erotic. Both of 
our bodies were slick with lubricant and sweat, making our 
movements deliciously smooth and slippery. 

I was happy to notice that Vaughn had left his full-length 
mirror turned towards the bed so I could watch his thick, 
swollen member bob with every thrust. It had turned a dark 
crimson, heavy with blood, beads of moisture glistening on the 
tip before falling to stain the sheets below. 

He lowered himself until he rested on his forearms, no longer 
able to hold himself up, and moaned deeply at the new 
sensations brought out by the change of angle. I hissed as his 
already-tight channel squeezed even tighter and he made a 
noise similar to a sob as he was stretched impossibly wider. 
He pushed his hips back into me mindlessly, matching my even 
tempo. 

Vaughn's hands clenched tightly, twisting into the cool sheets 
as if he were grasping for control even as it spun rapidly 
away from him. He pressed his cheek into the mattress, giving 
me a full view of his profile. And that is what finally did me 
in. Seeing the way his cheeks were flushed, his half-closed 
eyes dark and unfocused, his full lips parted with his jagged 
breaths, completely shattered my careful control. 

I sped up, slamming into him so hard he probably wouldn't be 
able to sit - not to mention walk normally - for days. I 
wondered what Weiss would have to say about *that*. Especially 
if it was coupled with another hickey... Then all other 
thoughts fell away in favor of focusing on bringing us both to 
a climax. 

I held his hips firmly - no doubt leaving finger-shaped 
bruises - and pounded into him, making sure I was at just the 
right angle to come into contact with his prostate every time. 
His forehead creased, his eyes slamming tightly shut, and his 
mouth fell open in a silent scream as he reached the edge, 
ready to fall. Just one more thrust...two...three... 

His whole body spasmed as his orgasm hit him full force. From 
the corner of my eye I saw the reflection of his cock as it 
throbbed, splashing hot, milky fluid over his stomach and onto 
the bed. Amazingly, despite the amount of noise he makes at 
first, he always comes quietly. His soft, choked-off gasps 
were almost entirely drowned out by my loud groan as his 
clenching muscles pulled me over the edge right behind him. 

When the world came back into focus and my breathing returned 
to some semblance of normal, I found myself draped over 
Vaughn's back, my quivering arms barely holding me up. I moved 
to pull out of him, but he moaned in protest. "Don' move..." 

Somehow I managed to summon up enough strength to roll us both 
onto our right sides without breaking our connection. I 
reached for a nearby tissue and tried to clean the worst of 
the mess from his belly, throwing it in the general direction 
of the trash basket. 

He sighed and relaxed into my arms. I kissed the back of his 
neck and drew circles on his abdomen with my fingertips until 
he hummed contentedly. I tried not to think about how I knew 
that he liked this. Tried not to acknowledge that we had gone 
through a similar routine so many times that I knew where, 
when and how he liked to be touched. But I couldn't even fool 
myself into believing that it was nothing. 

My fingers trailed up his arm and began tracing the intricate 
design of the tattoo that covered his left shoulder. "What 
does this mean anyway," I asked absently. 

He shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable 
position. "I don't know," he mumbled. "I just thought it 
looked cool at the time." 

I traced over the letters at the bottom of the pattern. "These 
must mean *something*." 

"I was a big fan of Simon and Garfunkle," he deadpanned. I 
pinched his arm and he laughed. "All right...Sharon Giesberg. 
She was my girlfriend in college. We dated for almost five 
years and were engaged for one." 

I waited for him to go on. When he didn't, I asked, "What 
happened?" 

He sighed. "Nothing. We just realized we weren't the same 
people we were in college and just...drifted apart. I don't 
really regret getting it though, but I might when I'm older 
and it morphs into something else entirely." 

I smiled and pressed a quick kiss on his temple before I 
pulled out of him and disposed of the used condom. I cut off 
his groan of protest with a chaste kiss to his lips. As 
reluctant as I was to leave the comfortable warmth of the bed, 
the need to empty my bladder was more pressing. But first I 
retrieved a washcloth and soaked it with warm water. I cleaned 
myself off quickly and rinsed it out before bringing it back 
to the bedroom. 

Vaughn hummed and rolled over a little to give me better 
access as I washed the semen from his abdomen. I nudged his 
legs apart and wiped carefully at the sticky fluids on his 
spent flesh and around his lax opening. When I was satisfied 
that he was clean, I placed a kiss on his deflated penis - 
feeling it twitch slightly but knowing it would still be out 
of commission for a while - drawing a grunt from deep in his 
chest. I tried to wipe the worst of the mess from the sheets, 
but there would still be a stain...and a wet spot. 

That done, I returned to the bathroom to answer the call of 
nature and left the washcloth draped over the rim of the tub. 
I turned off the light and walked back into the bedroom. I 
climbed into the bed beside Vaughn - my knees between his 
still-spread thighs - and bent to kiss and lick at his belly. 
Remember I said I had learned all the ways he likes to be 
touched? It turns out he especially likes to be touched 
*after* the fact. He loves basking in the afterglow of sex. 
And since I always have difficulties sleeping - even sex 
doesn't always knock me out - I am usually happy to indulge 
him. 

"I hope you left the toilet seat up," he grumbled. "'cause I'm 
not cleaning up the mess this time." 

I smiled against his skin and dipped my tongue into his navel. 

"I mean it, Mulder," he said warningly. I waved my hand 
dismissively, without pausing in my ministrations. He relented 
with a long-suffering sigh and began sifting his fingers 
through my hair, playing idly with several strands. 

He groaned as I ran my hands over his thighs, massaging the 
strong muscles that were surely aching from their recent 
activity until I felt them loosen. At the same time, I bathed 
his abdomen with broad strokes of my tongue, feeling those 
muscles ripple lazily beneath the taut skin. He started making 
low, rumbling noises of pleasure like a contented cat. 

He gasped, his fingers twitching in my hair, as I wandered 
lower and took his spent flesh into my mouth, suckling gently. 
He bore my ministrations for a while longer before he gave my 
hair a soft tug. "Too much," he gasped. I placed one last kiss 
on the tip before I crawled back up to lay beside him, 
trailing light fingers up his sides along the way. I kissed 
his lips briefly and he smiled up at me almost shyly. 

"How long can you stay," he asked awkwardly. As if he was 
afraid to admit that he was enjoying our time together. 

"All weekend if you want," I murmured as I began rubbing my 
thumbs in slow circles around his nipples. "I'm on leave." I 
hoped I could leave it at that. I really didn't want to go 
into the long version of that explanation. I just wanted to 
forget about all of it for the time being. I bent my head to 
lick at his right nipple, delicately twisting the left one 
between my fingers. 

He sighed in surrender and let me lavish attention on the 
small nubs until the rhythmic pull of my mouth began lulling 
him to sleep. I stretched out on my back beside him and 
gathered him in my arms. He mumbled sleepily and burrowed 
deeper into my side until he was almost lying on top of me, 
his arm thrown over my stomach and his head resting on my 
shoulder. I rubbed his back absently as I listened to his 
breathing even out and deepen in slumber, feeling each warm 
exhale on my throat. Somehow I managed to pull the sheet up 
over us without jostling him too much. 

I lay awake for a long time, thinking. About how we had gotten 
to the point we were at and where our relationship was going. 
Relationship? Could I even call it that? Can two men - 
formerly considered to be straight - form a relationship with 
each other based on a drunken one-night stand, or was it just 
meaningless sex? Was there even a remote possibility that we 
could some day realize that it was more than pure animal 
attraction? When we wouldn't have to arrange secret rendezvous 
and lie to the people we used to be able to confide in? A day 
when we could be honest with ourselves as well as everybody 
else? 

Maybe. Or maybe I was just fooling myself. 

I turned my head, inhaling the familiar scent - a combination 
of smells that I can't quite identify but that I've come to 
associate with Vaughn - and let the sound of his steady 
breathing lull me to sleep. 

********** 

I was in the middle of possibly the best wet dream I had ever 
had. The mouth sucking me insistently was hot, wet and felt so 
*real*. The tongue lapping at my scrotum and slowly dragging 
up the underside of my penis was driving me insane and I 
thrust my hips, tying to get more of myself into that 
wonderful mouth. 

I was still marveling at how realistic the dream was when I 
tried to open my eyes and found them heavy with sleep. I 
reached down instinctively to take care of the inevitable 
morning erection and froze when I encountered short, soft 
hair. I looked down, blinking furiously to bring my vision 
into focus, and saw a dark head bobbing over my groin and 
long, slender hands anchoring my hips. 

I let my head fall back on the pillow and gasped, "Vaughn." He 
hummed an acknowledgment and I gasped as I felt the vibrations 
on my cock. I tried to thrust my hips up into his mouth but 
his firm grip prevented me from succeeding. He continued to 
tease me until I was fully awake and *very* aroused. I tugged 
at his hair and said, "Stop...now...here." Obviously I was 
beyond coherence... 

He completely ignored me. I sat up suddenly on the bed, 
dislodging him, and flipped him over onto his back, pinning 
him down bodily. "I said stop," I gasped into his smiling 
face. 

"Pushy, aren't you," he asked, his eyebrow arching slightly. 
Cocky little... I crushed his mouth with mine, biting and 
sucking at his lips aggressively. He made small, muffled 
sounds of pleasure and tried to roll me onto my back. 

I wrapped my hands around his wrists and pressed them to the 
mattress above his head. I took a moment to enjoy the 
surprised look on his face before I used my knees to spread 
his legs. "My turn," I breathed. He'd had his fun, now I was 
going to make *him* beg. I managed to find his opening without 
a hand to guide me. The muscles were still partially loose and 
dilated from the night before. Thanks to that, and a 
combination of his spit, my pre-ejaculate and the bit of lube 
that had remained inside him, I was able to slide right in 
more or less smoothly. 

We had never forgone the use of condoms before, even though we 
knew we were both clean since our jobs require us to get 
routine physicals. It was an extra precaution against possible 
urinary infections, but at that moment, thanks to my one-
track, lust-stupid brain, I was willing to risk that. He 
gasped, looking up at me in shock and, possibly, a hint of 
pain. 

I started out slowly with long, steady thrusts, giving him 
time to adjust to the feeling of fullness again. He wrapped 
his legs around my waist as high as they would go, which, 
really, was not very high at all. Another thing I have learned 
about Vaughn: he's as flexible as a two-by-four. 

After a couple dozen strokes, he began writhing beneath me, 
silently begging me to go faster by moving his hips in his own 
rhythm. He made a high-pitched groaning sound in frustration 
and tried to twist his arms free. I tightened my grip further 
and plunged my tongue into his mouth possessively. He gasped 
into my mouth, stilling his movements complacently. 

Then, without warning, I accelerated my pace, slamming into 
him over and over. I kept my mouth pressed firmly to his to 
swallow his scream as he catapulted over the edge suddenly. 
I'd never seen him come that quickly before. Judging by the 
surprised look on his face when I pulled back, he hadn't 
expected it either. I kept thrusting into him with the same 
intensity. 

"God," he gasped, his hands clenching and relaxing 
spasmodically, his face flushed. "What are you doing to me?" I 
smiled at him, though in my aroused state it probably looked 
more like a grimace. I had learned from past experience that 
some men are just as capable of multiple orgasms as women. 
While I had never tried it with Vaughn before, it looked like 
he was one of those men, although he himself seemed unaware of 
the possibility. His still-hard length bounced against my 
stomach with every thrust. 

"It's okay," I encouraged. "Let it happen." I let go of his 
arms to steady his trembling thighs and keep his hips in 
position, but he didn't bring them down. Instead, he reached 
for the headboard, clutching it tightly as if he were trying 
to keep himself grounded. His head moved from side to side 
listlessly, his eyes open but unfocused. It only took a few 
more thrusts before his eyes rolled back into his head, his 
jaw falling slack. On the next in-stroke, his hips jerked in 
my grasp and he gave a long, low cry as his semen splashed 
over his stomach...again. 

This time I let his clenching muscles pull me over with him 
and he moaned as he felt my own hot semen fill him. I managed 
to support myself on my elbows above him long enough to pull 
out of him slowly, hearing him whimper softly at the loss. 
Then I collapsed on my side next to him as we both tried to 
regain our breath. 

I swirled two fingers through the wetness on his abdomen, 
spreading it up over his smooth stomach and muscular chest. He 
watched with heavy lids as I circled my fingers around one 
nipple before making a meandering path to the other and 
repeating the actions. 

Vaughn moaned breathily as I bent my head to trace the same 
patterns with my tongue, lapping up the moisture. I drew his 
nipples into my mouth one at a time, sucking and nibbling at 
them until he began writhing on the bed. 

"Oh god," he gasped. 

I chuckled softly. "You can call me Mulder." 

He groaned and let his head fall to one side. "You're gonna 
kill me one of these days," he groaned. 

"Are you complaining," I asked with a smile. 

He smiled back softly. "No...I guess not." 

I was re-concentrating my efforts on his navel when his 
stomach rumbled loudly. I chuckled and rolled off him, 
climbing off the bed. I reached out a hand to him. 

"C'mon," I offered. "I'll help you find something to eat." 

********** 

We managed to make it through dinner without any trouble. And 
by "trouble" I mean "uncontrollable erections and a violent 
need for me to throw him on the table and fuck him until the 
tenants downstairs complained about the noise". Which was 
amazing, really, since neither of us had bothered to put any 
clothes on and were therefore sitting across from each other 
completely naked. 

We talked about work mostly. I talked about some of the most 
unusual cases I had been on and he talked about some ancient 
philosopher/inventor who I was surprised I had never heard of. 
It was nice. If not for the lack of clothing, it would have 
simply appeared to be a bonding experience between two close 
friends. 

"Can I ask you something," he asked tentatively as I helped 
him clean up. 

"Shoot." 

"Do you ever regret it? Going into that bar...meeting 
me...agreeing to come up to my room?" 

I didn't answer right away. I just watched him. He was 
standing at the sink, his back to me, his arms nearly elbow-
deep in soapy water. I leaned against the counter next to him, 
arms folded. 

"As I recall, *you* were the one who agreed to let *me* come 
up to your room." 

"I did not," he protested. He tried to frown at me, but the 
laughter in his eyes spoiled the effect. 

"How do you know? You were so drunk you couldn't even remember 
your own name!" 

"I wasn't *that* drunk," he argued. 

"No, I distinctly remember taking the keys out of your hand 
and saying I would walk you up to yo..." 

"Mulder," he interrupted. 

"What?" 

"You're being an ass." 

I smirked. "Now you're starting to sound like Scully." He 
shook his head and chuckled. "Okay, so you threw yourself in 
my lap, told me you hadn't had sex since the first Bush 
administration and practically *begged* me to come up to your 
room. Does that sound better?" 

He laughed. "Well, you got part of it right." There was a long 
pause before he continued. "You didn't answer my question," he 
said softly. "Do you ever regret it?" 

I watched him for a moment longer before I stepped behind him 
and wrapped my arms around his waist. I pressed my rising 
erection against the small of his back. He moaned and the 
plate he had been holding slipped back into the dishwater with 
a soft splash. 

"Does that feel like regret to you," I asked huskily. 

He shook his head and then tilted it to the right, offering 
his neck to me. I kissed and licked the soft skin, slowly 
making my way to his earlobe and biting it gently. 

"What about you," I whispered in his ear. "Any regrets?" 

Instead of answering, he grabbed my wrist in his wet, soapy 
hand and guided me to his own pulsing erection. I growled and 
turned abruptly, heading for the door, gripping his arm firmly 
to pull him with me. The dishes would have to wait. 


*********
One hour later:

"How did we get here," Vaughn asked softly from where he was 
half-sprawled across my chest.

"As I recall, I dragged you in here and threw you on the 
bed..."

He pinched me lightly. "You know that's not what I was 
asking," he accused, smiling slightly. "I mean how did we get 
to this point?"

I ran my fingers through his hair absently. "I don't know," I 
finally answered honestly.

He sighed deeply. "Every time I pick up the phone to call you, 
I tell myself that it will be the last time - that I don't 
need this, but...I don't know."

"If all you need is sex, there's plenty of places you could 
go," I offered reluctantly. The truth was - as much as I hated 
to admit it - I wanted this as much as he did.

"It's not the same," he mumbled.

"I meant gay bars, not strip clubs," I teased.

"Mulder," he said warningly.

"Okay, okay..." I sighed. "I don't know what to say except 
that I've been trying to convince myself of the same thing, 
but I still find myself waiting for you to call. Worrying when 
you don't."

"Great," he muttered sarcastically, his fingers absently 
playing with my chest hair. I groaned when he accidentally 
brushed against my left nipple and he looked up at me, 
surprised. He glanced quickly at my returning erection and 
then back at my face, his eyes lighting up mischievously. 
"Already?"

I nodded stupidly and reached for a condom as he began sucking 
and nibbling at my chest.

"You wanna be on top this time," I asked, already breathless.

His head shot up and he blinked at me, wide eyed. "I've 
never..."

I smiled. "That's not what I meant," I said as I unrolled the 
condom over myself. I sat up, leaning against the headboard, 
legs spread slightly and raised an eyebrow in invitation.

His eyes darkened and his cock twitched visibly. He straddled 
me and braced his hands on my shoulders as I smeared more 
lubricant against his already-prepared opening. I positioned 
his hips and steadied him as he slowly descended on my lap. I 
halted his movement when he had only an inch left to take in.

"Are you ready," I asked breathlessly.

He nodded, his eyes closed, head thrown back in pleasure. I 
released my grip and his eyes shot open with a gasp as his own 
weight caused him to sink down fully, pushing me deeper inside 
him than ever before.

"Jesus, Mulder," he moaned, squirming in my lap. I pulled my 
knees closer and rolled my hips in a tentative thrust. Vaughn 
grunted and tightened his grip on my shoulders. "Don't...move 
yet," he pleaded with a slight wince.

"Okay," I whispered gently. "Whenever you're ready...go 
ahead." I kissed him to provide a distraction, probing every 
inch of his mouth with my tongue.

After a couple of minutes he began to move slowly. I helped 
him hold most of his weight up so he wasn't putting quite so 
much strain on his knees. He sighed gratefully and threw his 
head back.

My breath caught at the sight of him riding me so wantonly. He 
looked beautiful. I lapped at the sweat that had begun to form 
on his shoulders and neck, then nipped lightly at the smooth 
line of his stubble-roughened jaw. I had to fight the urge to 
roll him onto his back and take him hard and fast with every 
hum, groan, sigh and whimper of pleasure that spilled out of 
his mouth.

"Faster," I hissed in his ear. He complied easily, riding me 
at a steady clip. After a minute or so, his rhythm began to 
falter. He shifted restlessly for a moment and then stopped 
moving entirely.

"What's wrong," I asked.

He shivered slightly and moaned. "I wanna come..."

"Go ahead," I murmured, gently rubbing the small of his back. 
"You don't have to wait for me."

He shook his head in frustration. "Help me," he whimpered.

I groaned and managed to awkwardly flip us around so that his 
back was pressed into the wooden headboard and I was kneeling 
between his legs.

"Hang on," I whispered gruffly in his ear before I gave one 
firm thrust.

He gasped and wrapped his legs tightly around my waist, 
clutching at my back, partly in obedience, partly in pleasure. 
I thrust again, harder, and he cried out, his eyes rolling 
back in his head as he clawed desperately at my shoulders. It 
only took a few more thrusts before he shouted, his body 
stiffening in my arms, his hips bucking into mine as he 
climaxed violently. His clenching anal muscles proved to be 
more than I could take, pulling me over the edge right behind 
him.

When I recovered my wits, I was slumped precariously against 
Vaughn's limp body. He groaned in displeasure - and perhaps 
discomfort - as I pulled out of him carefully and slowly 
lowered him back to the bed. I flopped down next to him and we 
lay still for a while longer as our panting breaths gradually 
evened out.

Vaughn laboriously rolled over to face me and winced. "I'm 
probably going to regret that tomorrow," he gasped. 

I smiled and reached down to gently stroke around his opening 
with one finger. He hissed but made no move to stop me. "Oh, I 
think you'll be too...*occupied* to notice it much." I winked 
suggestively at him.

He looked up at me with an amazed, hopeful look in his eyes. 
"You're really gonna stay all weekend." It wasn't so much a 
question as a realization.

I smiled softly. "Yeah..." I dropped a quick kiss on his lips 
and smiled. "Get some rest. You're gonna need it."

*********

The next morning, I woke to find myself alone in Vaughn's bed. 
I was about to call for him when I saw a note addressed to me 
in his familiar scrawl sitting on the dresser. In it, he told 
me that he had been called in to work. He apologized profusely 
and told me I could stay if I wanted. He also asked if I could 
feed Donovan. Did I mention he has a dog? Mostly quiet little 
thing, but that morning he was snoring loud enough to scare 
the cockroaches into hiding. He had gotten used to seeing me 
around a long time ago and mostly ignored me, but that changed 
quickly when he realized that his master was gone for the day 
and I would be his source of food and treats in the meantime.

I spent most of the day watching television with Donovan 
curled up against my legs. I fed him and took him for walks 
when needed and helped myself to whatever was in the fridge. 
It turned out that there wasn't much in there, so I did a 
little grocery shopping too. 

When I came back to the apartment, I found Vaughn sprawled 
across the couch - still wearing his work clothes, minus the 
jacket and shoes - one arm thrown over the side lazily so he 
could scratch behind Donovan's ears. The dog wagged his tail 
happily when he saw me, but made no further effort to greet 
me.

"You're still here," Vaughn observed.

"You sound surprised," I teased as I headed into the kitchen 
to put the groceries away. 

"A little," he admitted as he followed and stood in the 
doorway, leaning casually against the doorframe. "You bought 
food?"

"Your supply was depressingly limited," I joked as I pulled 
open the refrigerator door.

"You didn't have to do that," he protested softly.

I smiled. "It's all right. I was bored anyway." I walked over 
and pulled him into my arms. "So...what was the big 
international crisis? Or is that classified?"

He groaned and tilted his head so I could kiss the side of his 
neck freely. "No...no crisis, but yes, it's classified."

I smirked. "Then I guess I'll just have to *pump* you for 
information," I teased, pulling his hips tightly to mine for 
emphasis.

He groaned loudly and I could tell he was forcing himself not 
to roll his eyes. "What makes you so sure I'd break?"

I didn't answer right away. I just slammed his back against 
the nearest wall, pressing my body against his to keep him 
pinned there. "What makes you think I'd want you to?" He 
winced and squirmed in my grip. "What," I asked, confused.

"My back," he hissed. 

I relaxed my grip on him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he grunted. "I just need to lay down."

"Go ahead, I'll be right there," I said with a parting kiss. I 
resisted the urge to pinch his butt as he turned and headed 
for the bedroom. I watched him disappear from sight before I 
went back to putting the last of the groceries away.

*********

When I got to the bedroom, I found him still dressed - albeit 
now minus his tie and belt - on the bed with Donovan perched 
on his chest. Vaughn was scratching behind his ears and the 
little bulldog was happily licking his chin in return. I 
rolled my eyes, trying not to smile, and walked over to the 
bed, scooping Donovan off Vaughn's chest and setting him on 
the floor with a pat on the head. He wagged his stubby little 
tail and trotted off.

"On your stomach," I ordered gently as I knelt on the bed.

"Should I take the rest of my clothes off first?"

"No need," I said with a mysterious wink. He shot me a 
confused look, but rolled over obediently. I straddled his 
hips and set to work at massaging the tension out of his back. 
He moaned and instantly relaxed under my hands.

By the time I had worked my way from his shoulders down to his 
lower back, his moans had turned deeper, huskier. What had 
started out as fairly innocent had turned quickly into 
foreplay. Not that I hadn't expected it to, of course. It was 
time to up the ante a little.

I managed to strip him down to his boxers and get him face-
down again. I continued the massage, this time starting at his 
calves and slowly working my way up. By the time I had slipped 
my hands just barely under the edge of the material, his hips 
were twitching rhythmically. 

"God...Mulder," he panted.

It was at that moment that Donovan barked once, insistently, 
from the living room. We both groaned in frustration.

"When was the last time you walked him," Vaughn asked, his 
voice strained with arousal.

"Apparently too long ago," I grumbled. I stood up reluctantly. 
"I'll get him. You stay here."

"Yeah, don't worry," he groused. "I'm not going to be walking 
anywhere anytime soon." He proved his point by rolling over to 
reveal the very prominent bulge in his boxers.

I smirked and traced one finger over it lightly. He groaned, 
his hips pressing toward me involuntarily in search of more 
contact.

"Think you can hold off for a little longer?"

"I'm not making any promises," he grunted.

"I could always cuff you to the bed..." I grinned as he 
flushed at the suggestion.

Donovan barked again impatiently.

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, giving Vaughn's covered length one 
last parting squeeze before I left the room.

When I returned, I could hear his groans drifting down the 
hallway from the bedroom. I crept quietly up to the door.

He still lay on his back in the middle of the bed, but the 
boxers were missing. I watched as he brushed his fingers up 
and down his cock in the barest of touches. He was teasing 
himself - reluctant to let himself get too carried away 
without me. He froze as he sensed my presence and slowly 
removed his hand, his face flaming red with embarrassment, 
like a child who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie 
jar.

"No," I protested softly, moving to sit on the end of the bed. 
"Don't stop."

His eyes darkened and his breathing grew heavier as he 
realized what I wanted him to do. He brought his hand back to 
his throbbing length and gave it a tentative stroke. His eyes 
stayed locked on my face, as if searching for my approval. I 
nodded encouragingly. /Don't hold back now,/ I urged silently. 
He wrapped his hand firmly around the base of his cock and 
gave it one slow, deliberate stroke. 

After a couple strokes, he grew braver. He raised his knees so 
his feet were flat on the bed and spread his thighs open - 
exposing himself completely to my view. He continued to stroke 
his cock with his left hand and used his right to squeeze and 
massage his sac. 

I bit back a groan as his eyes slipped shut and his head fell 
back with a low hum. My fingers itched to touch my own 
throbbing cock - or at least loosen my pants to give myself 
some measure of relief. I resisted only because I knew doing 
so would distract him from the task at hand...so to speak.

"Oh, god," he gasped several minutes - or maybe it was only 
moments - later. "I'm almost..." He trailed off with an 
impassioned moan.

"Go ahead," I murmured.

He shook his head and stopped squeezing his sac to reach his 
fingers further back and circle his anus. I was unable to 
corral the moan that exploded from my mouth. He looked at me 
triumphantly. I shook my head. I wasn't going to give in yet.

He sighed and stopped stroking his cock so he could reach for 
the lubricant on the nearby table. He spread a generous amount 
around his opening and slowly pushed one slippery finger 
inside. My breathing grew ragged as I watched his tight 
muscles squeeze his finger mercilessly. He moaned and began a 
slow, steady thrusting motion.

He hissed and squirmed in pleasure as he added a second and 
third finger. "Mulder," he gasped, his eyes closed. 
"God...feels so good..."

I clenched my hands tightly. He was obviously determined to 
break me. Spur me into action so I would fuck his brains out. 
Not this time.

He groaned loudly. "Please...Mulder...'m gonna...come."

I shifted slightly in an effort to reduce the pressure of my 
erect cock rubbing against my jeans. He looked at me 
expectantly. When I made no further movements, he let out a 
frustrated groan and redoubled his efforts, resigned to 
reaching orgasm without me.

I waited until his back arched off the bed, his hand movements 
becoming uncoordinated, his mouth open in a silent scream. At 
that moment, I leaned forward and took the swollen head of his 
cock in my mouth, sucking lightly. He shouted in surprise and 
thrashed wildly as he exploded into my mouth.

I swallowed quickly and climbed off the bed long enough to 
undress. Then I knelt back between his legs and hovered over 
his still-quivering body. He looked up at me dazedly, his eyes 
glassy and unfocused. 

I reached for a condom and got it on in record time. I tilted 
his hips and pushed inside him with no further warning. He 
moaned between panting breaths, still not fully recovered, and 
slowly wrapped his legs around me.

"Fuck," he gasped. "Feels good..."

I grunted an agreement and began moving. I kissed him, 
enjoying his little growl as he tasted himself on my tongue. I 
abandoned his lips to focus my attentions on his neck. He 
moaned and clutched at my back. I shifted until I found his 
prostate and brushed against it firmly.

He grunted and shook his head. "Don't."

"Don't what," I asked playfully. I thrust against that same 
spot again and he flinched. I froze as I realized that I might 
be hurting him.

"I'm not gonna come again," he said, still trying to catch his 
breath. "Not this time."

I hesitated. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," he breathed. "Feels good. Just...try to aim a little 
lower."

I quickly readjusted my position and gave one tentative 
thrust. "Better?"

He nodded, smiling, and wrapped his arms around my back. "Go 
for it, Spooky," he whispered in my ear. I groaned. I knew I 
should never have told him about that.

"All right, Boyscout," I grumbled back. His soft chuckle 
turned into a sigh as I resumed my steady thrusts.

Now it was his turn to kiss, lick and nibble at my neck and 
shoulders. His turn to whisper husky encouragements in my ear. 
He moaned and sighed and generally acted like he was starring 
in a gay porn flick because he knew it would turn me on. Which 
was fine by me.

Minutes later I came and collapsed, spent, on top of him. As I 
returned to the land of the living I felt his hands stroking 
my back and running through my hair. Wonders never cease, I 
guess. I tried to roll off of him, but he tightened his grip 
on me and whispered "stay." I grumbled, but made no further 
attempts to move. We stayed that way for a long time as my 
cock grew soft.

We both jumped as Donovan barked once, loudly, this time from 
a much closer proximity. I looked down to see him sitting 
beside the bed, his head cocked expectantly.

"Pull the sheets up," Vaughn directed. I shot him a 
questioning look but obeyed. He groaned as I pulled out of him 
in the process. Then he patted the mattress and called "C'mere 
buddy!" Donovan leapt up on the bed, tail wagging happily, and 
nuzzled Vaughn's hand until Vaughn started petting him.

"He's got you well trained," I said dryly. 

He laughed. "Then I guess you two have a lot in common," he 
fired back, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

********
Sunday Morning

I woke to find that Donovan had wedged his way between my 
legs, forcing my body to twist into the most uncomfortable 
position I had ever slept in. He was snoring again - loudly - 
and this time he was accompanied by Vaughn's heavy breathing 
and occasional sigh.

I tried awkwardly to shift into a more comfortable position. 
Donovan woke abruptly, yawned, and re-settled himself at the 
foot of the bed, curling up and immediately resuming his 
snoring. I smiled and tried to go back to sleep myself.

"Mmm...Mulder?" Vaughn's voice was small, slurred with sleep.

"Sorry," I whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Mulder," he repeated. "Ungh..."

I frowned. "What?"

He rolled onto his back lazily and moaned softly, his eyes 
still closed. "Yes," he hissed.

A smile crept its way onto my face as I realized that he was 
still asleep...and in the middle of an erotic dream. I moved 
closer until I was hovering over him. I recalled the way he 
had woken me up earlier in the weekend. It was my turn to work 
my way into *his* dream.

"You feel so good," I whispered huskily in his ear. He moaned, 
his whole body twitching. "I'm going to fuck you soon...would 
you like that?" A small cry escaped his throat. I decided to 
take that as a yes.

I fumbled to get a condom on as quietly as possible and coated 
myself with lube. He continued to moan and writhe, already 
well ahead of me. I positioned myself between his legs and 
trailed whisper-soft kisses down his neck while I lifted his 
hips and pushed inside him languidly. I started a slow, steady 
rhythm and dragged my lips back to his ear.

"Vaughn," I whispered, letting my breath tickle the delicate 
shell.  He shivered and moaned, half awake but still wrapped 
up in his dream. "Michael? Wake up." I started thrusting 
faster, harder, tightening my grip on his thighs. 

He gasped, jolting to full consciousness and struggled to open 
his eyes.

"It's okay," I reassured him. "Just relax." 

He moaned, arching his back lazily, and tried to get a firm 
grip on my shoulders. I pressed myself as close to his body as 
possible and held him tightly. 

"That's it, Vaughn," I murmured in his ear, drawing another 
ragged groan from him. "Come." I adjusted my angle slightly 
and slammed into him. He yelped, his jaw falling slack as he 
was pushed over the edge into mindless oblivion. I grunted and 
released myself inside him as his muscles milked me 
ruthlessly.

"Well...that's a helluva way to wake up," Vaughn panted as we 
both lay recovering. I smiled and ground my hips into his with 
one last "aftershock". He moaned and twitched.

I heard the soft tinkling of metal tags and turned my head in 
time to see Donovan plop himself down next to us and start 
licking Vaughn's hand. 

Vaughn stiffened. "Has he been here the whole time?"

I held back a chuckle at the embarrassed tone in his voice. 
"I'm sure he doesn't mind," I teased. Vaughn groaned and I 
laughed as he turned red.

"I just don't like being watched," he groused as he scratched 
behind the dog's ears.

"Well, you might want to send him out of the room then," I 
said with a playful smile as I pulled out of him and began 
licking random patterns over his chest and down his stomach.

"Mulder," he groaned. He stopped petting Donovan so he could 
clutch at my shoulders.

I hummed and meandered my way down to his half-hard length. I 
sucked the head into my mouth and he yelped, arching his back 
and clawing at the sheets. Donovan leapt off the bed, excited 
by the sudden movement, and barked once, eagerly.

"Just ignore him," Vaughn pleaded breathlessly, squirming 
beneath me.

'If you insist,' I thought with a shrug. I sucked and licked 
him to full erection before engulfing his whole length in my 
mouth. He moaned and started a rhythm of very restrained 
thrusts. 

The noises he was making were having a very pronounced effect 
on my own recovering erection. I hummed in pleasure and Vaughn 
gasped at the vibration the sound created against his hyper-
sensitive flesh.

Donovan barked again, seemingly annoyed that we weren't paying 
attention to him.

"Not now Donovan," Vaughn snapped impatiently. I paused in my 
ministrations and looked up at him in surprise. I had never 
heard him talk like that before - so no-nonsense and 
commanding. My cock throbbed in response to it as a new idea 
began to form in my mind.

Vaughn squirmed in frustration. "Keep going, damnit," he 
hissed at me, still in command mode. Ah, yes, it seemed that 
'Little Mulder' was enjoying this new side of Vaughn very 
much.

"I've got a better idea," I said. "How would you like to do 
the driving this time?"

He looked down at me, startled, his expression turning 
apprehensive. "Y...you want me...to..."

"Fuck my ass? Yeah, that's the general idea," I cracked. His 
eyes widened. "Come on, it's not like you don't know what to 
do. You have plenty of first-hand experience now."

He blushed. I rolled us over and pressed the tube of lubricant 
into his hand. I opened my legs for him and nodded 
encouragingly. He hesitated a bit longer before he opened the 
lube and squirted some onto his fingers. Then he just sat, 
unsure, until I guided his hand to where it needed to be. He 
tentatively pushed one finger inside me and I hissed. It had 
been *way* too long.

"Is this okay," he asked warily. I nodded and squeezed my 
muscles around his finger, wrenching a gasp from him. He began 
to move slowly in and out...in...and out until he thought I 
was ready for more. I grunted as he pushed a second finger in. 
I had almost forgotten about the burning... I wasn't about to 
stop him though. It was obvious he had never done this to 
another man before. While he knew what felt good to him, he 
didn't seem to know how to apply that knowledge to me. He 
twisted his hand around, his fingers searching blindly. His 
naiveté was more of a turn on than anything else.

"Higher," I whispered. I gasped as he hit the right angle and 
my mind went blank. He pushed a third finger in more 
confidently and I squirmed, all coherence abandoning me. I had 
forgotten how good it felt. I reached my hand down to cover 
his, guiding him, showing him how hard and how fast he should 
touch me. Then I wrapped my hand firmly around his length. 

He groaned and shifted slightly to give me better access. I 
stroked him at the same rate as his finger-fucking for a few 
moments. Then I stopped and used my free hand to halt his 
movements as well.

"I'm ready," I gasped. Actually, I wasn't sure if I really was 
or not, I just didn't think I could take any more foreplay 
without coming before we could get to the main event.

He got a condom on quickly and balanced himself over me, 
positioning his hips between my legs. I grabbed my knees and 
pulled them towards my chest as he aligned himself with my 
opening. "Take it slow," I whispered. He nodded and began 
pushing forward.

I hissed as the head of his cock popped through. "Stop."

He froze, his eyes wide in panic. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I grumbled. "Just give me a second." I had known just 
how well endowed he was before, but seeing it and feeling it 
stretching the muscles that hadn't seen this much action in 
*years* were two very different things. I took deep breaths 
until the burning started to ease. I smiled up at him in 
reassurance and reached behind his neck to drag his lips 
closer.

"You're tense," I murmured as I felt the muscles bunched up 
under my hand. "Relax. It's okay." He loosened up gradually 
under my coaxing and returned the kiss. I lifted my hips, 
allowing him to slip deeper. He pulled back with a gasp and I 
moaned as the pleasure began to eclipse the pain.

"It's okay," I repeated. "Go ahead."

He braced himself and pushed forward steadily until he was 
buried to the hilt, dragging a ragged groan from me. It had 
been far too long and he was stretching me so wide...probing 
so deep.

"Jesus," he breathed. "So tight..."

"It's been a while," I whispered.

"Can you wrap your legs around me," he asked tentatively.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

I smiled and wrapped my legs around his hips, groaning as the 
movement shifted his position inside me. I tightened my legs 
around him as I licked and nibbled at his neck. He groaned and 
began rocking slowly against me.

"You're up," I whispered in his ear before I loosened my grip 
and waited for him to move.

Sometimes it was easy for me to forget that he was not fragile 
- that he could hold his own just fine. Maybe it had something 
to do with our age difference or his inexperience, or maybe it 
was just because I had never seen him in action doing what he 
does for a living. I felt like I had to protect him. But after 
a couple tentative thrusts he seemed to ease into his new role 
as seducer.

He adjusted his position as his thrusts grew more confident. I 
kept my hands on his back so I could feel the muscles sliding 
beneath the smooth skin. I slid them down to his ass, feeling 
the way those muscles worked to push him inside me over and 
over...only to gasp, my eyes widening in shock, as he grabbed 
my arms and anchored them beside my head with an iron grip 
around my wrists.

He smirked down at me and continued his steady pace. I tried 
to pull my arms away, but he only tightened his grip. He 
nipped at my neck and thrust harder. I moaned and met his 
thrusts easily.

"How's that," he asked. His voice was harder, gruffer, but I 
could still detect some apprehension in his tone.

"Higher," I groaned. He tilted his hips and thrust back in at 
the perfect angle. I cried out and arched my back, tugging at 
his restraining hands. I was able to pull my hands free, but 
met resistance when I tried to roll him onto his back. 

It didn't matter anyway because I was already too far gone. I 
stiffened and shouted as the spasms took over, draining me of 
energy...as well as a few certain bodily fluids. Vaughn moaned 
loudly as the muscles encompassing him clenched tighter, but 
he didn't come with me. When I had recovered significantly, I 
looked up to see his eyes closed, his face red with exertion, 
biting his lip in concentration. 

"Vaughn," I called softly. He grunted, but didn't seem to 
really acknowledge me. I rolled until he was on his back and 
straddled him without breaking our connection. He blinked up 
at me in surprise. "Relax," I murmured, flicking his nipples 
with my thumbs.

He groaned and lay passively while I tried everything I could 
think of to make him come. I massaged anything I could reach 
from my position - his chest, arms, abdomen, thighs, 
sac...nothing seemed to be working but the continued pressure 
of his cock on my prostate was making me hard again.

I finally climbed off him in exasperation. He grunted and 
began shifting uncomfortably. I reached down to remove the 
condom and he hissed, bucking his hips toward me. He was 
overstimulated. He just needed something else to focus on to 
calm him.

"You want to finish this," I asked softly. He looked up at me 
with pleading eyes - panting, hair plastered to his forehead - 
and nodded. I lay on my back beside him and whispered, "Come 
here."

He straddled my hips and started positioning himself over me, 
but I shook my head. "Other way," I said simply. He stared at 
me blankly for a moment before his eyes darkened in 
realization. He quickly repositioned himself so that his knees 
framed my shoulders and his cock, thick and almost purple with 
arousal, hung over my face. I watched, fascinated, as a drop 
of pre-ejaculate gathered on the tip, glistening in the soft 
bedroom light. 

He held himself rigid, waiting for me to make the first move. 
I waited until the droplet was seconds away from falling 
before lifting my head and licking it away with the smallest 
flick of my tongue. He gasped.

"Please," he breathed. "Mulder..."

"You first," I murmured, smiling even though he probably 
couldn't see it. He groaned in frustration but wrapped his 
hand loosely around my cock and abruptly took the head in his 
mouth.

I moaned and pressed my head deeper into the pillow, trying to 
keep myself from thrusting up into him. He hummed and set 
about bringing me to the same maddening state of arousal that 
he was stuck in, attacking my cock with a barely restrained 
fury. I hissed and reached down to grab his head, stilling him 
momentarily.

"Careful," I admonished. "That's a delicate piece of 
equipment." He gave a muffled snort, but he gentled his attack 
when I let go. 

I moaned as he sucked and licked insistently; squirmed as he 
carefully nibbled up and down the sides and nearly lost all 
coherence as he traced his tongue around the slit at the tip 
and drew feather-light strokes up and down the especially 
sensitive vein in the underside. He was so focused on what he 
was doing to me that his own neglected state was all but 
forgotten.

I reached for a pillow and propped my head up, but I still had 
to crane my neck slightly to reach him. He gasped, his own 
attentions faltering as I took the pulsating head of his cock 
in my mouth and sucked gently. I pulled back after a few 
moments and switched to broad licks along the entire length. 

"Don't stop," I murmured between licks. I coaxed him to spread 
his knees wider, bringing his hips closer to me, and I spread 
my own legs further to give him better access.

It turned into a sort of competition - each of us trying to 
force the other to come first. While I massaged his inner 
thighs he cupped and squeezed my testicles. When he thrust his 
finger into my ass I reached down to pinch, flick and twist 
his nipples. When I deep throated him he moaned and the 
vibrations against my cock nearly sent me over the edge. I 
began humming, giving as good as I got. 

My cock fell out of his mouth as he became unable to 
concentrate on what he was doing to me. He moaned and 
whimpered, his hips gyrating in small circles, his fingers 
digging into my thighs. I sucked hard as I pulled back, 
letting him slip out of my mouth with a soft 'pop'. I gave 
broad licks along his length, my hands coming up to roll his 
heavy sac in my palms. I traced one finger around his tender 
anus, swirling through the moisture that remained from 
earlier.

"Let go," I whispered between licks. Then I took him deep in 
my mouth and plunged two fingers inside him. He gasped and 
stilled his hips.

"Please," he breathed.

I twisted my wrist around until I located his prostate and 
rubbed it firmly. He yelped and clawed at my thighs 
frantically. Then I swallowed him and he cried out, stiffening 
as hot semen flooded my mouth. I swallowed it and continued to 
hold him in my mouth as the spasms eased. 

All the strength went out of his body with his last shudder 
and he barely managed to roll the lower half of his body away 
from me so I didn't suffocate. He lay sprawled on his back 
with his head resting on my stomach, his chest heaving. 

I stroked my hands through his hair, wiping the beads of sweat 
from his forehead. He looked up at me with an expression that 
was part gratitude, part relief, part exhaustion and part 
something else that I couldn't quite identify.

"Thank you," he whispered.

There were several ways I could have interpreted that. And 
several more reasons why I chose to interpret it as "thank you 
for letting me come."

I smiled and waited for him to recover with as much patience 
as I could manage. When he realized I wasn't finished he 
smirked and turned his head lazily to nuzzle against my cock 
with soft lips, his heavy breaths wafting over the sensitive 
skin. I hissed and tried not to buck my hips. He rolled over 
wearily, supporting himself on his elbows above my straining 
length and I moaned as I was engulfed in his mouth.

For someone who'd had no previous sexual experience with men, 
he was amazingly good at giving blowjobs. His tongue danced in 
feverish patterns as his head bobbed up and down steadily. He 
rolled my sac firmly between his fingers, coaxing it to 
release it's load. 

I watched him for a while - the passionate expression on his 
face, the way his cheeks hollowed out with each stroke - until 
I could no longer remain passive. I rubbed the back of his 
neck encouragingly and gasped as his free hand shot up and 
pulled my hand away with a firm grip, never breaking his 
rhythm. I hissed as I felt his teeth scrape very delicately 
against the sensitive flesh and bucked my hips, hands 
scrabbling for purchase when he hummed softly. 

It wasn't long before his persistent attentions pushed me over 
the edge. He swallowed my release almost eagerly and continued 
to suckle me gently, gradually bringing me back down to earth.

"C'mere," I coaxed when I'd gotten my breath back. He crawled 
slowly, tiredly, up the mattress and practically collapsed at 
my side. I drew him into my arms and tilted my head to capture 
his lips. He sighed contentedly and opened his mouth, allowing 
me full access to its depths. I could taste myself on his 
tongue as I'm sure he could taste himself on mine. 

After several long, languid kisses, exhaustion took over. 
Vaughn hummed deep in his chest and snuggled against me, his 
head resting on my shoulder, his left leg tucked between both 
of mine, arm slung across my waist. I pressed a soft kiss to 
his forehead and held him close.

"Thank you," I whispered.

********

Vaughn yelped as I plunged deep inside him, his short, blunt 
nails digging into my shoulders. I held still, shifting my 
grip to better support him against the slick wall of the 
shower. 

When I woke up, I had de-tangled myself from him and gone into 
the bathroom with the intention of taking a shower before I 
had to leave for D.C. I was standing beneath the spray, 
allowing the hot water to relax my overworked muscles, when I 
heard the glass door slide open behind me. 

No words were necessary. He simply pressed a condom into my 
hand and knelt on the shower floor in front of me, keeping eye 
contact as he took me deep in his mouth. A minute later I had 
pressed his back to the wall, my elbows hooked under his knees 
to help lift and spread his thighs. His hands coated my length 
with an impromptu lubricant of soap and guided me to his 
already prepared entrance.

At his grimace and sharp cry, I froze and uttered the first 
words either of us had spoken since entering the shower. 

“Are you okay?”

He nodded quickly, his fingers still clutching my shoulders in 
a bruising grip. “It burns,” he admitted. 

I winced. “We’ll go slow.”

He nodded gratefully and braced himself on a ledge with his 
hands so I wouldn’t have to support his entire weight. He 
moaned in pleasure as I pulled almost all the way out and 
slowly pushed back in. His eyes fell shut and his breathing 
deepened. I leaned closer and applied my lips to the soft, 
sensitive skin of his neck, sucking gently. He twitched and 
moaned loudly as the movement trapped his throbbing length 
between our bodies. 

He groaned in frustration after a few minutes of leisurely 
thrusting. 

“Fuck it,” he hissed. “Just go faster.” 

I complied easily, tilting his hips toward me and slipping 
deeper inside, pressing insistently against the gland that had 
grown swollen and sensitive with repeated stimulation. He 
moaned brokenly, his head thumping back against the shower 
wall in pleasure. 

I leaned closer and kissed him languidly. He returned the kiss 
sloppily, too distracted by the feel of my cock stretching and 
filling him so completely to pay attention to much else. I 
abandoned his lips to nibble at the strong line of his jaw. He 
made an indistinct throaty noise and began rolling his hips 
what little distance his position could afford to meet my 
thrusts.

“Let go, Michael,” I whispered in his ear. 

I felt his deep moan against my lips as I pressed soft, open 
mouthed kisses to his throat. My name escaped his lips on a 
breathless whisper.

“That’s it,” I encouraged as I felt his thighs begin to 
tremble. 

I leaned back to look at him and my breath caught. His skin 
was flushed, revealing small patches of bruising and angry red 
streaks where my stubble had abraded sensitive flesh. His lips 
were dark and kiss-swollen. His eyes were glassy and 
unfocused. His hips moved almost of their own volition in a 
single-minded determination. He was completely and utterly 
debauched. 

I shifted my hold on him, changing the angle of my thrusts, 
and held on tight as he came, bucking and twisting against me 
and shouting his ecstasy in my ear. I followed soon after him. 
We stood immobile for several minutes while the cooling water 
washed away the evidence of our coupling. 

“I should go,” I said when I regained the ability to speak. 
Regret was perhaps more evident in my voice than I would have 
liked. Vaughn mumbled something unintelligible under his 
breath. “I’ll let you finish your shower,” I added as I 
started de-tangling myself from him. 

He grabbed me by the chin suddenly and brought my lips to his 
in a passionate kiss. By the time he broke it, it took all of 
my will power to not drag him back to the bed and stay there 
for at least another day – work be damned.

“I’ll call you,” he murmured, his voice slightly raw from an 
entire weekend of noisy sex.

I nodded and reluctantly stepped out of the shower.

And that was it. No mushy sentiments or heart-felt goodbyes. 
Just a mutual agreement to meet again soon. As usual. 

Before I left, I retrieved the “present” I had bought for 
Vaughn and placed it on the dresser along with a note for him 
to find when he got out of the shower. The present was a 
vibrator. The note read “something to remember me by.” 
Needless to say, I had my reasons for waiting to give it to 
him until I was sure I wouldn’t be around when he found it.

Donovan’s head perked up from his position on the floor and he 
wagged his tail when he saw me enter the living room. I bent 
to ruffle his fur. 

“See you next time, buddy,” I said softly. 

I looked around the apartment one last time as I let myself 
out. 

“See you next time,” I whispered again to myself.

Then I closed the door and began my long trip home – back to 
my apartment and the X-Files.

THE END