Title: More Intoxicating than Moonshine
Email address: Peach1250@hotmail.com
Warnings: This story contains explicit m/m sex. If these things bother you *GO AWAY NOW*
Archive: DitB, RatB, SKSA, WWOMB. Others just ask
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner, Krycek, Scully, Kim, 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: It'll come to you.
NOTES: Thanks to my BB for the beta. Thanks to my wonderful Ursula for the title. She sent me 4 this time and you all know what happened when she sent me three. This is part of His Master's Voice universe. For Astroqueen and Eisa because they gave me the idea. This might fall into the 'Be careful what you wish for' category.
Alex is the most stubborn man on earth. I came home with the news that there was to be an FBI charity event and the Director told me he expected me to attend. He immediately said he wouldn't go but he understood that I had to.
There are times when I feel like I'm in some weird alternate universe trapped in the middle of an I Love Lucy style sitcom for gay men. I say this because Lucy never went through more manipulations with Ricky than I did with Alex to get him to the club for the party.
I hauled out the jeans that I had tried to throw away until the night he had me wear them to the Cross Bar for a game. After that night I wore them whenever I wanted to try and get my way. There is something about me bare foot, shirtless, with one of my balls hanging out that makes the man forget everything else.
Hey, I have absolutely no conscience when it comes to using my body with him. Why should I? What we do together pleases us both. Besides doesn't everyone use sex to try and get what he or she wants?
It was Saturday but he was working on something that had to be finished by Monday. I put on the jeans leaving the top button open for good measure and took the cleaning supplies into his office. Going straight to the window that was to the side of his desk, I began cleaning the glass carefully. I knew when he glanced up but kept right on rubbing the window.
"What are you after, Walter?"
I put on my most innocent look before turning around. "What? I'm just cleaning the windows. Wanted to get them all done at once. Then I'll do the outside."
"You aren't going out of the house looking like that." He leaned sideways and looked out the window.
"As a matter of fact, get away from the window. Mr. Morgan is staring at you. I knew that man had been watching you."
"Alex, don't be silly. Mr. Morgan is married."
"Yeah, well, so were you, once. Besides, Mrs. Morgan would probably help him seduce you. Now get away from the window."
His voice had gone all dom and possessive and I smiled inside.
He was up, across the room, his hand on my arm. I watched as he looked past me, scowling at the neighbor, then his mouth was on mine, his hand slipping down to cup my ass to pull me in close to him. I opened for his kiss, loving the way his hand felt on my ass. Knowing he was making a statement to the neighbor. Not that he needed to. My ass knows who makes it happy and isn't going anywhere else.
After he kissed me, he turned me and, swatting my ass, growled at me to get downstairs. I smiled all the way to the basement. He strapped me down on the table, stuck a buttplug up me and started up the stairs.
"I told you I have to work today. Now you just lay there all nice and comfy and I'll be back later. Then you can tell me what you are after."
"Alex, please." I tried to whine like Mulder but he just shook his head at me and left.
I guess I was tired because I drifted off to sleep. I woke up later when he pulled the plug out and replaced it with something much more interesting. When he had me good and hot, he pulled out of me.
"What are you after, Walter. Tell me and I'll finish, otherwise I have things to do upstairs."
I looked at him, knowing he was quite capable of carrying out his threat. My cock was screaming for release and that always makes me stupid. All these years together and I still turn into a horny teenager when he touches me. I'll never get enough of him.
"I want you to go with me to this charity party. I don't want to go alone. I want to show off my lover."
"Walter, I told you I don't want to be in a room full of FBI suits."
As he spoke he moved back close to me and I felt his cock slide back inside me. I moaned and gave up for the time being. My little head taking over temporarily. That's not to say I gave up on the idea. I had a month to get him to change his mind.
What finally made him decide to go was a conversation I had with Mulder.
"Mulder asked if you were coming with me to the party."
"And was he pleased with your answer?"
"Well, he did say that since you wouldn't be there, maybe we could spend some time getting to know each other better. Have a few drinks. He's planning on getting a room at the club in case he parties too hard and can't drive home."
Jackpot! I watched as his eyes darkened and knew I wouldn't be going alone. I've told him many times that Mulder is not a threat to our relationship but he still doesn't believe that. Yeah, Mulder is pretty and his mouth would probably look good stretched around a cock. But not mine.
"Is this affair formal?"
"Well, then you'd better make sure our tuxes are ready."
The night of the party arrived and we dressed carefully. I smiled as I tied his tie for him.
"Just thinking how handsome you look in a tux."
"You know I'm going to be dragging you out of there just as soon as it's PC. I really don't want to go to this thing. Did you tell Mulder that I was coming after all?"
"Yes. He'll be there with Scully so there's no reason for us to even talk to them. We'll eat with the Director and his wife and make polite noises about the items that are up for bids. I'm sure the Director won't expect us to stay for the dancing."
"Why not? Aren't gays allowed to dance? You told me that since you came out, others have as well. Don't you think they'll be there?"
"Maybe, but I didn't think you would want to stay that long. Besides we couldn't dance there the way we normally do."
Walter leered at his lover, thinking about the last time they had danced together connected by more than just their arms.
"I'm sure there will be a few people there who wouldn't mind seeing you naked but I don't intend to share that with them. We'll dance. I'm sure you can remember how to do it clothed."
The ballroom of the country club was already crowded when we got there. The Director waved and I crossed the room to his table. He introduced Alex to his wife as my life partner, a term that sounds just way too PC. But I was pleased that he was acknowledging Alex that way.
Alex smiled his best smile and shook hands with the director, complimented the Mrs. on her dress. Then he asked what I would like to drink and excused himself to go to the bar.
"Walter, why don't you sit next to my wife and Alex can sit on the other side of you. I'll seat Kersh and his wife on the other side of me. Then Jana and her date can sit next to Alex."
I wasn't real pleased that we would be sharing a table with Kersh but watching his reaction to Alex would be entertaining. I mean he knew, but ignored casual comments that I know he heard at meetings during breaks.
I was chatting when Alex got back with our drinks. He had opted for Lynchburg Lemonade and brought me my favorite scotch. I knew that would be his only drink of the night. He sat next to me and joined in the conversation. When the Kershes arrived, the atmosphere at the table cooled considerably.
I noticed that Mulder and Scully were watching from their table as the introductions were made. Once more the Director introduced Alex as my life partner. That got a grimace from Kersh. His wife looked surprised but handled it gracefully enough with a neutral 'How do you do?'
I guess Alex had been good long enough he leaned toward me asking if I was ready for another drink then kissed my cheek before getting up to go get it. The gauntlet was thrown now and I wondered if anyone would pick it up.
When he came back to the table, I thanked him with one of the smiles I keep just for him. He smiled and sat quietly, just resting his hand on my thigh as conversation continued. He was polite, answering direct questions during dinner but offering nothing new to the conversations.
I figured the real test of the evening would come when Alex and I joined the dancers later. After dinner we wandered over to look at the items up for bid. I admired an antique Colt revolver. Was shocked but pleased when Alex outbid Kersh to get it for me.
When the dancing began, he pulled me out onto the floor to strut our stuff. We danced through several songs including a slow number when he pulled me close. He rested his head on my shoulder after telling me it was my turn to lead. I could feel him getting hard against me as we danced. It's very gratifying to know that you do that to your lover when you've been together so long. When the song ended he took my hand and pulled me off the floor.
We were near the French doors that led to a terrace which looked out over the formal gardens of the club. The moon was full so the little lights that were placed along the path weren't needed. He pulled me along rapidly looking for some place we could steal a few moments alone. Finally spotting a gazebo off the path, he led me there.
We moved to the far side so the gazebo itself would block us from view of anyone on the path. He leaned back against the gazebo's side and grinned that 'come do me' grin of his. I swooped in for a kiss as my hands moved to open his shirt.
I unbuttoned his shirt and lowered my head, taking a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard to bring it erect. His soft moan encouraged me to continue. So I moved to give the other one the same attention. His hand was on the back of my head, caressing me as I continued my assault.
"Suck me, Walter." His voice a low growl.
I opened his pants, pushing the sides wide. I didn't pull them down because I didn't want to be plucking splinters from his ass half the night. Not when I could have him riding my ass. I went to my knees, looking up at him as I cupped his balls in one hand.
His head was thrown back, teeth holding his bottom lip, his skin gleaming like alabaster in the moonlight. His nipples two hard little nubs of color. I covered the head of his cock, rubbing my tongue in the slit, enjoying the way his hips jerked toward me.
I took him deep in my mouth, loving the feel and taste of him. With one hand, I continued to roll his balls in their sac, slipping my fingers back to tease his hole a few times. My other hand was busy teasing a nipple. Pulling and pinching the way he likes.
I lost myself in the pleasure of knowing I was pleasing him. His hand moved to caress my head once more. His breathing hitching up told me he was near. I opened my eyes to look up at him, to watch him come and saw Mulder and Scully standing in the gazebo behind where Alex was leaning.
The moonlight was bright enough I could see the flush on Scully's face. I didn't need to see Mulder's crotch to know he was hard. I hesitated just a fraction of a second and Alex's eyes opened. I swirled my tongue around the head the way I know he loves, his head dropped back, eyes closing.
I sucked hard, taking him in deep. Felt his balls tightening in my hand. His come began to flow into my mouth and I swallowed. When I knew he was almost through, I pulled back so they would see the last little spurt cover my tongue. Holding his cock around the base, I sucked on just the tip, making sure I got every drop.
As I climbed slowly to my feet, the two voyeurs re-acquired the power of motion and backed away from us. Then they turned and hurried away. I smiled as I began redressing my lover. After all, we had to go back through the ballroom to pick up the gun he had purchased for me.
"Think they enjoyed the show?"
"You knew they were there?"
"I knew they would follow us. Or that Mulder would at least. He'll be picturing you sucking me as he fucks her later. That was a nice little touch there at the end."
"What do you mean?" I tried for innocence but his face told me he didn't buy it.
"You know I'm talking about the come shot. You're a very wicked slave. I may have to beat you when we get home."
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