Title: Written Commitment
Email address: Peach1250@hotmail.com
Warnings: This story contains explicit m/m sex. There are also references to BDSM. If these things bother you *GO AWAY NOW*
Archive: DitB, Slashing Mulder. Others just ask
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner and Mulder, and the X-Files belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network. No copyright Infringement is intended no money is being made.
Summary: This is a companion piece for Silent Commitment and Oral Commitment. If you want more, suggest other types of commitments. Careful now.
For: Jo I hope I remembered everything we talked about, this one is for you.
We pulled into the driveway and around to the back of the house. There was an old fashioned entrance to the 'cellar' back there. You know the kind, with the double doors, with wide steps leading downstairs. Walter backed the truck up close enough that we wouldn't have far to carry things.
We were going to use some of the furniture upstairs until we decided how we wanted to decorate the house. The desk and the other 'toys' were going downstairs. Walter had arranged things so that all the stuff for the playroom was on the back of the truck. I wasn't surprised to find that he was as organized at moving as he was at his desk at work.
We had pulled the desk off the truck, and I carefully unwrapped it making sure it hadn't been damaged during the move. Walter had taken the furniture blankets from me and folded then neatly. As I bent slightly to look at the top of the desk he grabbed me from behind.
"Now, what was that about being soft?" He growled in my ear as he ground his cock against my ass.
"I think I may have been mistaken, Sir. Feels pretty hard to me." I grinned over my shoulder at him.
The only reply I got was another growl as he pushed my sweats down and pushed me down on the desk. I heard the sound of his zipper then felt his cock rubbing against me. Holding me down with one hand --not that I was making any effort to get away mind you -- he reached into the drawer of the desk and hauled out a tube of KY.
I felt the cold blob of KY hit my asshole, then he was rubbing his cock along the crack of my ass. I moaned as he pushed into me.
That was about the time I heard the first crack of thunder. The clouds had been rolling in as we had been driving back. We thought the rain might hold off until we got the truck unloaded. Didn't sound like that was going to happen. I felt the cool wind blowing over my hot body as Walter rode me.
I watched the lightening as the first drops of rain hit me. The weather seemed to be in the same violent mood as my lover. He was pounding into me so hard that for days after I would have a bruise the size and shape of the edge of the desk between my belly button and cock. I didn't care. I love when he is rough with me. My cock was throbbing with pleasure every time he hit my prostate.
The thunder was back to back now, and the light show fantastic. We were drenched, but Walter didn't slow down. I could feel his balls slapping against me with every thrust. In between claps of thunder he leaned down to me, ordered me to come. As always, I obeyed. Even above the thunder I could hear him roar as he came.
His hand slipped under my chest pulling me up against him. He kissed the back of my neck.
"God! Look at that. I love thunder storms." His lips were close to my ear so I could hear him even with the noise.
"I think they just became one of my favorite things," I said, panting.
We stood there with the rain washing over us watching the lightening until I shivered against him. He pulled back then and slipped out of my body.
"Come on, Fox. Let's get the desk in and get you in a hot shower. I don't want you getting sick. Scully would shoot me for keeping you out in the rain."
He pulled my sweats up and shoved his softening cock back in his pants. Turning back to the truck he closed the door. We got the desk downstairs then took that hot shower. The rain didn't let up until sometime after we had gone to sleep.
The next day, as we were getting the last of the furniture in the house, I heard a voice behind me.
"Hello! I'm your next door neighbor. Thought I'd come over and say welcome."
Standing there was an older lady who was holding two containers.
Walter came out of the house and moved toward us, smiling at our new neighbor.
"Hi. You must be Mrs. White. The agent told me that we were moving next door to the nicest lady in town. My name is Walter Skinner, this is Fox Mulder."
"It's nice to meet you," Mrs White said smiling. "I brought you some of my homemade chicken soup and brownies for dessert."
"That's so kind of you," I said. "Walter loves brownies. Would you like to come in for some coffee and we'll indulge his sweet tooth." I reached to take the containers from her.
"No, I have to go over to my daughter's house. It's my granddaughter's birthday. I just wanted you to have the soup. I was worried that you might have caught a chill in the rain yesterday. You boys should be old enough to get in out of the rain."
There was a wicked twinkle in her eyes. I noticed that she had a crooked smile that was probably a heart grabber when she was young. I looked at Walter and wondered if I was as red faced as he was.
She laughed then, a delightful windchime of a laugh.
"Don't worry none of the other neighbors could have seen you. I wouldn't have except I was in the gazebo. I was reading and fell asleep. The thunder woke me. You look like you love each other very much. This house has seen many happy times. I think you boys will be very happy here. I have to run. Maybe we can have that coffee tomorrow."
She turned and headed toward the car that was parked in front of the house. I watched her drive off then turned to Walter. He was shaking his head.
"God! What a way to introduce yourself to the neighbor," Walter said, his face still red.
"Guess it's a good thing it was the desk on the back of the truck and not the spanking bench." I smirked at him.
He looked at me for a minute then threw back his head and laughed.
"Come on let's get some of that soup in you. Looks like I might have someone else to answer to if you get sick. Next weekend we built a private patio so I can fuck you outside during storms and not have an audience."
I followed him up the stairs smiling like the Cheshire cat. I could hardly wait for the next storm.
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