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TITLE: I should have bought the red corvette; part 2/?
AUTHOR: Jen Isaks
DATE: July 2003
FANDOM: X-files/JAG, this part X-files
PAIRING: Chegwidden/Rabb. inplied Chegwidden/O and more
CATEGORY: slash
RATING: this part NC-17
WARNINGS: non
STATUS: WIP
ARCHIVE: Baldheaven others ask
FEEDBACK: jenisaks@hotmail.com
SERIES/SEQUEL: not at this time
OTHER WEBSITES: www.jenisaks.com
DISCLAIMERS: I do not own them some one else does. Connie Darnell is mine.
SPOILER: x-files every thing up to season 9, for JAG non really.
BETA: Bertie. thanks for the work hun.
SUMMERAY: Walter Skinner is at the crossroad of his life, ready to take a leap.
NOTES: Thank you to Bertie for kicking my ass ;-). To Chad, Neige and Cat for encouragement. JenR for giving me visual inspiration ;-)
Hurray!!! I actually managed to finish this part, for a time it didn’t look too good, hehe.
Part 2/?
Walter stared at the envelope, unable to come up with any comment. He just shook his head, grabbed his things and bolted out the door. Mulder quickly grabbed the envelope and left in hot pursuit of Skinner.
Downstairs he turned in his key and signed out, trying hard to ignore the man beside him, he felt totally numb, his mind still having difficulty in processing what had happened here tonight, what could have happened. My God! Mulder is a prostitute, the thought kept running around in his head. The thought along with the realization was not kind to his smoldering ulcer; damn!
Once outside, they got in a minor argument. Skinner wanted to get a cab. Mulder wouldn’t let him, arguing the least he could do was give him a ride home. Also reminding the other man that they still, in his opinion, needed to talk.
"Get in the fucking car, Walter."
"Hey, don’t use that tone with me, young man! I’m the one giving the orders around here."
"Not any more, Skinner."
It seemed the older man was going to start protesting again but, instead, he opened the door and got into the passenger side; slamming the door. All the way to Crystal City there was not a word uttered. That kept Walter’s thoughts running in high gear. The thought of other men touching Mulder flooded him with a sense of possessiveness. Once in the underground parking lot, Walter left the car followed by his new shadow. Still, in silence when they reached Skinner's apartment and opened the door.
"God, I need a drink."
Walter headed straight for the bar. He pulled out the bourbon, filling a tumbler half full. He downed it in one gulp, grimacing as the liquid burned his throat and gut, and then filled the tumbler again. Behind him he heard the front door shut and Walter turned towards the sound. Mulder stood with his back leaning against the door - a frown on his face.
"Walter, there’s no need for that."
"Mulder, mind your own fucking business, and get the hell out of here."
"I’m not going anywhere till we’ve talked about this."
"There’s not going to be any talking."
"In that case, let’s move this to the bedroom."
Skinner quickly moved into Mulder’s personal space and sneered in his face.
"You think this is funny, don’t you?"
"Walter I..." Mulder stopped, noticing Walter’s gaze, the very pained watery look in the other man's eyes.
"Shit, no... Are you kidding me? You’re about the hottest man walking the earth. Who wouldn’t want to jump your bones?"
Walter looked utterly shocked at his former agent’s outburst.
Mulder, seeing that he wasn’t going to get anywhere with the zoned out man, he made a decision. He sighed, turned around and walked towards the door.
Walter stood motionless as he watched the man of his dreams about to walk out of his apartment, maybe even out of his life for good. Inside, he was screaming for Mulder to stop but was unable to get a word out of his mouth as he struggled with himself to do something. Any moment now he’d be out the door.
When his hand grabbed the knob of the door, he couldn’t help feeling disappointed that Walter was not stopping him. He glanced to his side and set his plan into action. With a sharp turn, he ascended the stairs.
It took a while for the other man to process the unexpected turn of events. What the hell was he doing anyway? Walter ran up the stairs, reaching the top step, he saw Mulder walking in to his bedroom. Walter rounded the door then stopped dead in his tracks.
Mulder was standing in the middle of his bedroom with his back to the door. Grinning to himself, he’d heard his former boss following him up the stairs. Now was the time to get the show on the road. Kicking off his shoes, he let his suit jacket slip slowly from his shoulder down his back, the back of the lapel in one graceful motion ended in his hand. Another smooth motion and it was deposited on a chair, from behind him he heard a sharp in take of breath. Smiling to himself, Mulder took his time unbuttoning his shirt before it went the same way.
Walter was speechless; he wanted to scream for Mulder to stop but at the same time, he wanted him to move faster. Seeing the rippling muscle under the smooth skin, that looked as smooth as a baby’s bottom, had him so hard he thought he’d burst. His fingers itched to touch that skin to confirm what his eyes saw. The sound of a belt unbuckling prompted Walter to speak.
"What are you doing? Mulder I asked you to leave." He berated himself for pointing out that fact.
"I’m not going anywhere. You see, Walter, I was really looking forward to having sex tonight." He informed the other man as he turned around to give him a full view of his body. He slowly ran a hand over a hard nipple, pinching it, before moving it down to his defined abs, where he caressed them in a circular motion. He enjoyed the older man's apparent interest in his movements.
It seemed Walter was holding his breath, as Mulder moved his hand further down, cupping his crouch. Mulder smiled at him through his lowered lashes as he unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He kicked them in the general direction of the chair, without a glance, keeping his eyes on Walter.
Walter was trying very hard not to stare at the tenting boxers. Thinking to himself he’d never imagined that Mulder would be hung like a horse and he could see that he wasn’t even fully erect. That didn’t stop his mouth from watering.
"And damn, I’m going to get it whether I’m getting it by myself or with someone else. It doesn’t matter!!"
With that comment, he let his boxers fall to the floor. Walter had been staring at him wide-eyed now his jaw hit the floor.
"Walt, you can close your mouth now or come here and I’ll fill it with this,"
Mulder said as he stroked his now very stiff member.
Walter gritted his teeth and thought about the financial reports he had to finish to keep from coming in his pants.
Over the years, he had been haunted by one fantastic fantasy after another with Mulder playing the lead role, but this surely outweighed any fantasy. Never in a million years had Walter thought that he would be in a position to see Mulder touch himself like this. God, this was going to give him a heart attack. He wanted to grab him, bite, lick and suck every inch of his body but found that he was rooted in place, unable to move.
The younger man apparently didn’t have that problem. Hypnotized, the older man watched as Mulder moved forward in his direction, only to take a turn and move to the bed where he quickly discarded the dark blue cover. Mulder grabbed a pillow and threw it on the middle of the bed; he then turned and faced Walter, his member doing a bouncing dance. He held the other man's gaze as he sat on the bed, making himself comfortable. He positioned the pillow under his head and he placed his feet at the edge of the bed, giving his former boss the full view of his genitals and ass.
Finding it harder to breathe, Walter had to fight the urge to rub his own throbbing hard on. Damn if it wasn’t the most erotic site he’d ever seen.
Mulder slid his hand down through the light sprinkling of hair on his lower abs. Reaching his crotch, he spread his legs more widely. Then slid one of his hands further down to take a hold of his cock, spreading the precome that was now running freely over his harden length. He gave his cock a few light strokes, teasing himself with feather light touches over the sensitive spot just below the head. His other hand was massaging his lower belly then it too moved further down to cup his heavy balls.
The hard breathing from Walter goaded him on; he opened eyes that he didn’t remember closing. The look in the other man's eyes was so hot, it burned him. He gasped at the sight and thanked his lucky stars that he could elicit this kind of reaction from this big beautiful surly man. He wanted him to come closer, to touch him, suck, lick and fuck him, but he wasn’t moving any closer. It was time to raise the stakes yet again.
He let go of his cock which gained him a disappointed sigh from his onlooker. He then gathered some precome that had deposited itself on his stomach, lifted his balls, offering the full view of his most private part to Walter. He touched his puckered hole with his now lubricated finger, a sharp intake of breath made him smile; he then started to stroke and rub it. He was amazed at the intense feeling, though he had given this very treatment to others, he’d never let anyone near his own backdoor. At this very moment, he was happy that he hadn’t. His cherry was for Walter and no other.
As he rubbed his loosened hole, the urge to touch his now very hard nipples grew close to unbearable, so he let go of his balls to pay them some attention. He slid his hand over his hard sensitive nipples, pinching them; the resulting electrical jolt could be felt all the way to his hole which swallowed his fingertip. He groaned as he felt the tight muscle squeeze against the tip of his finger. Fascinated, he pressed the tip a little harder against his entrance and pinched his nipple harder. The action made his hole swallow his finger.
The new and wonderful yet odd feeling prompted him to press it as far in as it would go. The slide of his finger scraped his prostate, making him convulse with pleasure and lust. He decided that he did indeed like the feel of his finger in his asshole. His cock screamed its need as he started to thrust his finger in the hot velvety canal of his ass. His cock felt like it would explode every time he rubbed against his prostate and his ass seemed to beg for more.
When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he grabbed his cock and jerked it in time with the thrusts of his finger in and out. Harder, then faster, arching off the bed, trying to get the finger deeper inside. Now he wanted to come so bad that he could taste it, without thinking, he added another finger and thrust it hard into his rectum, hitting his prostate in one fluid motion that the combined pain and pleasure made him scream as he came violently. As the muscle clenched tightly around his fingers, he shot his cum all over his stomach and chest. A jet even hit his chin, and as the contractions died down, his fingers slid easily out of his now totally relaxed ass.
Walter had been moaning and groaning in pure ecstasy at the astounding site of Mulder making love to himself. He had almost forgotten his own need. As he shook his head to clear it, he became aware of his hand squeezing his throbbing cock and now his full need hit him full force. All he could care about was his own pleasure and, at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to fuck that pretty pink flesh winking at him. He could care less that this was his former agent Fox Mulder.
Meeting Walter's eyes that burned him to his soul, he realized what he'd just done. A deep crimson color covered his face and he had to quash the urge to cover himself. He couldn’t believe what he had actually done and, from the look on the other man's face, Walter couldn’t either. But that didn’t change the fact that they both were turned on by what Mulder had done. It looked like his former boss, had a major problem on his hands and they were not big enough to cover it fully. Wow, that had to be some weapon.
TBC
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AUTHOR: Jen Isaks
DATE: July 2003
FANDOM: X-files/JAG, this part X-files
PAIRING: Chegwidden/Rabb. inplied Chegwidden/O and more
CATEGORY: slash
RATING: this part NC-17
WARNINGS: non
STATUS: WIP
ARCHIVE: Baldheaven others ask
FEEDBACK: jenisaks@hotmail.com
SERIES/SEQUEL: not at this time
OTHER WEBSITES: www.jenisaks.com
DISCLAIMERS: I do not own them some one else does. Connie Darnell is mine.
SPOILER: x-files every thing up to season 9, for JAG non really.
BETA: Bertie. thanks for the work hun.
SUMMERAY: Walter Skinner is at the crossroad of his life, ready to take a leap.
NOTES: Thank you to Bertie for kicking my ass ;-). To Chad, Neige and Cat for encouragement. JenR for giving me visual inspiration ;-)
Hurray!!! I actually managed to finish this part, for a time it didn’t look too good, hehe.
Part 2/?
Walter stared at the envelope, unable to come up with any comment. He just shook his head, grabbed his things and bolted out the door. Mulder quickly grabbed the envelope and left in hot pursuit of Skinner.
Downstairs he turned in his key and signed out, trying hard to ignore the man beside him, he felt totally numb, his mind still having difficulty in processing what had happened here tonight, what could have happened. My God! Mulder is a prostitute, the thought kept running around in his head. The thought along with the realization was not kind to his smoldering ulcer; damn!
Once outside, they got in a minor argument. Skinner wanted to get a cab. Mulder wouldn’t let him, arguing the least he could do was give him a ride home. Also reminding the other man that they still, in his opinion, needed to talk.
"Get in the fucking car, Walter."
"Hey, don’t use that tone with me, young man! I’m the one giving the orders around here."
"Not any more, Skinner."
It seemed the older man was going to start protesting again but, instead, he opened the door and got into the passenger side; slamming the door. All the way to Crystal City there was not a word uttered. That kept Walter’s thoughts running in high gear. The thought of other men touching Mulder flooded him with a sense of possessiveness. Once in the underground parking lot, Walter left the car followed by his new shadow. Still, in silence when they reached Skinner's apartment and opened the door.
"God, I need a drink."
Walter headed straight for the bar. He pulled out the bourbon, filling a tumbler half full. He downed it in one gulp, grimacing as the liquid burned his throat and gut, and then filled the tumbler again. Behind him he heard the front door shut and Walter turned towards the sound. Mulder stood with his back leaning against the door - a frown on his face.
"Walter, there’s no need for that."
"Mulder, mind your own fucking business, and get the hell out of here."
"I’m not going anywhere till we’ve talked about this."
"There’s not going to be any talking."
"In that case, let’s move this to the bedroom."
Skinner quickly moved into Mulder’s personal space and sneered in his face.
"You think this is funny, don’t you?"
"Walter I..." Mulder stopped, noticing Walter’s gaze, the very pained watery look in the other man's eyes.
"Shit, no... Are you kidding me? You’re about the hottest man walking the earth. Who wouldn’t want to jump your bones?"
Walter looked utterly shocked at his former agent’s outburst.
Mulder, seeing that he wasn’t going to get anywhere with the zoned out man, he made a decision. He sighed, turned around and walked towards the door.
Walter stood motionless as he watched the man of his dreams about to walk out of his apartment, maybe even out of his life for good. Inside, he was screaming for Mulder to stop but was unable to get a word out of his mouth as he struggled with himself to do something. Any moment now he’d be out the door.
When his hand grabbed the knob of the door, he couldn’t help feeling disappointed that Walter was not stopping him. He glanced to his side and set his plan into action. With a sharp turn, he ascended the stairs.
It took a while for the other man to process the unexpected turn of events. What the hell was he doing anyway? Walter ran up the stairs, reaching the top step, he saw Mulder walking in to his bedroom. Walter rounded the door then stopped dead in his tracks.
Mulder was standing in the middle of his bedroom with his back to the door. Grinning to himself, he’d heard his former boss following him up the stairs. Now was the time to get the show on the road. Kicking off his shoes, he let his suit jacket slip slowly from his shoulder down his back, the back of the lapel in one graceful motion ended in his hand. Another smooth motion and it was deposited on a chair, from behind him he heard a sharp in take of breath. Smiling to himself, Mulder took his time unbuttoning his shirt before it went the same way.
Walter was speechless; he wanted to scream for Mulder to stop but at the same time, he wanted him to move faster. Seeing the rippling muscle under the smooth skin, that looked as smooth as a baby’s bottom, had him so hard he thought he’d burst. His fingers itched to touch that skin to confirm what his eyes saw. The sound of a belt unbuckling prompted Walter to speak.
"What are you doing? Mulder I asked you to leave." He berated himself for pointing out that fact.
"I’m not going anywhere. You see, Walter, I was really looking forward to having sex tonight." He informed the other man as he turned around to give him a full view of his body. He slowly ran a hand over a hard nipple, pinching it, before moving it down to his defined abs, where he caressed them in a circular motion. He enjoyed the older man's apparent interest in his movements.
It seemed Walter was holding his breath, as Mulder moved his hand further down, cupping his crouch. Mulder smiled at him through his lowered lashes as he unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He kicked them in the general direction of the chair, without a glance, keeping his eyes on Walter.
Walter was trying very hard not to stare at the tenting boxers. Thinking to himself he’d never imagined that Mulder would be hung like a horse and he could see that he wasn’t even fully erect. That didn’t stop his mouth from watering.
"And damn, I’m going to get it whether I’m getting it by myself or with someone else. It doesn’t matter!!"
With that comment, he let his boxers fall to the floor. Walter had been staring at him wide-eyed now his jaw hit the floor.
"Walt, you can close your mouth now or come here and I’ll fill it with this,"
Mulder said as he stroked his now very stiff member.
Walter gritted his teeth and thought about the financial reports he had to finish to keep from coming in his pants.
Over the years, he had been haunted by one fantastic fantasy after another with Mulder playing the lead role, but this surely outweighed any fantasy. Never in a million years had Walter thought that he would be in a position to see Mulder touch himself like this. God, this was going to give him a heart attack. He wanted to grab him, bite, lick and suck every inch of his body but found that he was rooted in place, unable to move.
The younger man apparently didn’t have that problem. Hypnotized, the older man watched as Mulder moved forward in his direction, only to take a turn and move to the bed where he quickly discarded the dark blue cover. Mulder grabbed a pillow and threw it on the middle of the bed; he then turned and faced Walter, his member doing a bouncing dance. He held the other man's gaze as he sat on the bed, making himself comfortable. He positioned the pillow under his head and he placed his feet at the edge of the bed, giving his former boss the full view of his genitals and ass.
Finding it harder to breathe, Walter had to fight the urge to rub his own throbbing hard on. Damn if it wasn’t the most erotic site he’d ever seen.
Mulder slid his hand down through the light sprinkling of hair on his lower abs. Reaching his crotch, he spread his legs more widely. Then slid one of his hands further down to take a hold of his cock, spreading the precome that was now running freely over his harden length. He gave his cock a few light strokes, teasing himself with feather light touches over the sensitive spot just below the head. His other hand was massaging his lower belly then it too moved further down to cup his heavy balls.
The hard breathing from Walter goaded him on; he opened eyes that he didn’t remember closing. The look in the other man's eyes was so hot, it burned him. He gasped at the sight and thanked his lucky stars that he could elicit this kind of reaction from this big beautiful surly man. He wanted him to come closer, to touch him, suck, lick and fuck him, but he wasn’t moving any closer. It was time to raise the stakes yet again.
He let go of his cock which gained him a disappointed sigh from his onlooker. He then gathered some precome that had deposited itself on his stomach, lifted his balls, offering the full view of his most private part to Walter. He touched his puckered hole with his now lubricated finger, a sharp intake of breath made him smile; he then started to stroke and rub it. He was amazed at the intense feeling, though he had given this very treatment to others, he’d never let anyone near his own backdoor. At this very moment, he was happy that he hadn’t. His cherry was for Walter and no other.
As he rubbed his loosened hole, the urge to touch his now very hard nipples grew close to unbearable, so he let go of his balls to pay them some attention. He slid his hand over his hard sensitive nipples, pinching them; the resulting electrical jolt could be felt all the way to his hole which swallowed his fingertip. He groaned as he felt the tight muscle squeeze against the tip of his finger. Fascinated, he pressed the tip a little harder against his entrance and pinched his nipple harder. The action made his hole swallow his finger.
The new and wonderful yet odd feeling prompted him to press it as far in as it would go. The slide of his finger scraped his prostate, making him convulse with pleasure and lust. He decided that he did indeed like the feel of his finger in his asshole. His cock screamed its need as he started to thrust his finger in the hot velvety canal of his ass. His cock felt like it would explode every time he rubbed against his prostate and his ass seemed to beg for more.
When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he grabbed his cock and jerked it in time with the thrusts of his finger in and out. Harder, then faster, arching off the bed, trying to get the finger deeper inside. Now he wanted to come so bad that he could taste it, without thinking, he added another finger and thrust it hard into his rectum, hitting his prostate in one fluid motion that the combined pain and pleasure made him scream as he came violently. As the muscle clenched tightly around his fingers, he shot his cum all over his stomach and chest. A jet even hit his chin, and as the contractions died down, his fingers slid easily out of his now totally relaxed ass.
Walter had been moaning and groaning in pure ecstasy at the astounding site of Mulder making love to himself. He had almost forgotten his own need. As he shook his head to clear it, he became aware of his hand squeezing his throbbing cock and now his full need hit him full force. All he could care about was his own pleasure and, at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to fuck that pretty pink flesh winking at him. He could care less that this was his former agent Fox Mulder.
Meeting Walter's eyes that burned him to his soul, he realized what he'd just done. A deep crimson color covered his face and he had to quash the urge to cover himself. He couldn’t believe what he had actually done and, from the look on the other man's face, Walter couldn’t either. But that didn’t change the fact that they both were turned on by what Mulder had done. It looked like his former boss, had a major problem on his hands and they were not big enough to cover it fully. Wow, that had to be some weapon.
TBC
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