Title: Shadchan, the Matchmaker
Email address: Peach1250@hotmail.com
Warnings: This story contains explicit m/m sex.
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner, Krycek, Scully, Mulder, Doggett 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: HMV. Old movies inspire romantic fantasies.
NOTES: This is for Jessabelle. So I made her beta. And before you ask, yes I did picture Debbie's friend who Michael visited while I was writing this (refers to the US Queer as Folk, episode 208).
Walter arrived home, called out to his lover and received no answer. He headed into his office to see if Alex had left him a message on his email, as he often did. Sitting down and opening email he found the following message.
Subject: Story time
There once was a man who had decided it was time to settle down. He tried picking up hot young things in bars, blind dates his friends set up, and even a personal ad. But he had no luck.
Every pretty thing he went out with turned out to be an airhead or boring or a dud in bed. He wanted more. He wanted a *relationship*.
So, finally, out of desperation he went to a matchmaker. And not just any matchmaker but one who specialized in gay men.
"Sit. Sit. We must fill out your questionnaire."
The man smiled as the usual questions were asked. When he was asked what he was looking for in a relationship, he started with the most important.
"Someone who will make me laugh."
"That's a good quality. What else?"
"He needs to enjoy sex and be adventurous."
"Not being afraid to let me fuck him in places we might get caught. I love the edge. Making sure he is always lubed or has supplies close at hand. I mean if I want to do it on the coffee table, I don't want to have to go to the bathroom to get lube first."
"So you want a bottom?"
"He doesn't have to bottom all the time, but most of the time."
"Well, then I need to know how you are hung. My bottom clients are very picky about that."
"I'll decide that. Show me."
The man stood and opened his pants to haul out what the matchmaker decided was the biggest one she had ever seen. The man smiled as he saw the matchmaker check the box titled 'Hung Like a Horse'.
"Ok anything else you are looking for?"
"I don't want to waste any more time on someone who isn't serious. I'm ready to settle down."
"Those are the only types I work with. I’m not an escort service."
"Good. Oh, I almost forgot, I'd like him to be attractive. Dark hair, green eyes."
She smiled. This one would be perfect for the man who had come in yesterday. Neither had talked about looks until the very end. She loved when they were sincere.
"I think I know the perfect man for you. Let me get in touch with him and I'll call you and tell you where to meet."
It was two days before she called.
"He was visiting family so I just reached him today. You know the park near you?"
"Yes, I know it."
"He will be sitting on one of the benches near the pond closest to the weeping willows."
"How will I know him?"
"He's what you asked for, dark hair, green eyes, and he'll be reading The Catch Trap."
"Will he be willing to have sex right away?"
"That's why he picked that place. The weeping willows grow thick and the grove is deep."
Walter, why are you still reading? I'm waiting in the park.
Walter grinned as he shut down his computer and headed upstairs to change for his *date*. A short while later he made his way into the park. He walked briskly toward the duck pond, circling to the left to reach the benches by the willow grove.
His smile grew as he saw his lover sitting on a bench, book in hand, with a single rose lying on the bench next to him. He stood for just a minute, admiring the way the late afternoon sun brought out the highlights in Alex's hair. As if he felt Walter's eyes on him he raised his head and turned.
The book was closed and Alex waited with a smile on his lips as Walter left the clay path to reach the bench.
"Wyatt. Jesse told me your name. I'm Billy."
Walter picked up the rose as he sat on the bench next to Alex. He smiled as he took a deep whiff of the blood red blossom.
"Jesse didn't say anything about the rose but since it seemed like she was using that movie for reference I thought I'd bring one.
"You've Got Mail?"
"No. The Shop Around the Corner."
Walter was surprised that his lover knew a movie that was that old. Hell, it was made before Walter was born.
"You like old movies?"
"I didn't have much choice. My aunt was determined that I would know the "classics" as she called them. Do you like old movies?"
"I think I'd like them if I got to watch them while snuggled up with you."
"Would you be Fred to my Ginger? I love to dance."
"Well, you're not shaped like Ginger but I'd love to go dancing with you."
"Good, we'll do that later. Want to take a walk?"
Walter nodded. Alex led the way toward the willow trees. Walter walked next to his lover, wondering if Alex really intended to let himself be fucked in the willow grove. He smiled as "Billy" led him deep into the trees. It seemed that his lover had scouted out the area.
Alex had begun adding more games in which he allowed Walter to top, but this would be the first time he allowed Walter to top in an open area where they could conceivably be caught. At this time of evening the park was sparsely populated, most people being home taking care of dinner, so Walter wasn't too concerned. The possibility was enough to kick start his libido into high gear.
They reached a point deep in the trees. Someone would have to enter the grove as deeply as they had to see them. All Walter could see as he glanced around was the branches of the willows.
Alex leaned back against a tree trunk and flashed that sexy grin.
"Gonna come over here and kiss me, Wyatt?"
Walter moved in close, took the book from Alex and placed it and the rose carefully on the ground out of harm's way. Putting a hand on either side of the tree trunk, he swooped down and took Alex's mouth. He started slow and easy but it turned rough as soon as Alex purred against his mouth.
He was well pleased with the dark green of Alex's eyes when they came up for air.
"If you fuck anything like you kiss I may not survive the night."
"Planning on giving me the whole night?"
"Jesse said you were serious. That you were looking for a relationship. Was she wrong?"
"No, I just didn't want to assume that you'd stay the first night."
"You keep giving me kisses like that and I won't want to leave, ever."
Walter dipped his head to kiss the already swelling lips again. Alex's arm wrapped around him and pulled him in close, lifting one leg to hook around Walter's thighs. Walter took advantage of the position to rub his hard on against his lover's.
Kissing down along the jaw line, he smiled as he heard Alex sigh.
"Jesse said you were big. Guess you forgot to tell her you're a grower. You're gonna need to take it slow."
"No problem. I have no desire to damage my playground."
"Ohhhh. Possessive, I like that in a man."
"I hope you'll find lots of things you like about me."
Walter slipped one hand down and fumbled with the slender belt buckle at Alex's waist. He soon had it open to find that his lover had come to their *date* commando. He kept nuzzling the tender throat as he gripped Alex's cock and pumped it gently.
Alex's soft moans getting louder as Walter teased the swollen cockhead.
"Wyatt, please. Don't tease me."
Walter chuckled. "Don't mean to tease. Just want to make sure you're ready for me."
"I've been ready since you kissed me."
Walter pulled back when Alex dropped his foot to the ground. Letting go of the thick cock in his hand, he worked Alex's pants down around his knees. Then Walter hurriedly opened his own pants, releasing his more than ready for action erection.
"God! That thing is beautiful."
"Glad you like it. Ready to find out how it feels?"
Alex answered by turning his back and leaning against the tree sticking his ass back enticingly. Walter squeezed the ass cheeks gently, caressing the soft skin.
"You've got a beautiful ass."
"Look at it later, would you? I'm horny."
"Took care of that before I came here. Come on, Wyatt," Alex growled impatiently.
Walter knew that tone, so he moved in close and positioned himself. Pushing forward, he breached the muscle ring and waited for Alex to signal he was ready for more. When Alex tightened on him he began to move.
He put his hands on the trunk of the tree and rocked slowly, entering a little deeper with each forward motion. He kissed the nape of Alex's neck as he bottomed out.
"That's it, Billy. I'm all the way in. You doing ok?"
"Shut up and fuck me!"
"You're awful sassy for a bottom."
The answering growl caused Walter to grin. He gave up teasing and began to fuck his lover, using his thighs to push up and in, rather than pushing Alex into the tree by doing vertical push-ups. He moved his hands to wrap around Alex, slipping one up under his shirt to find and torture a nipple. The other he moved down to grip the thick cock he loved so much, stroking it slowly.
Alex dropped his head back to rest on Walter's shoulder, turning with a silent request for a kiss. Walter was happy to hesitate in his rutting to take the sweet nectar being offered. As the kiss ended he surged inside and reveled in the rich moan that rolled from Alex at the deep penetration.
"So -- good. -- Must -- thank -- Jesse -- for -- this. -- She -- said -- you'd -- make -- me -- happy."
Each word was separated by a hard push deep into Alex's tight ass. Alex's only reply a whimper, followed by a shudder as his cock sprayed the tree in front of them.
Walter thrust deep, biting gently at the throat of his beautiful one. His animalistic grunt telling Alex that Walter had come hard. Two strong arms held Alex close as the two men panted harshly.
"Wyatt, I think I want you to do that again."
Walter chuckled against the shoulder he was resting his head on.
"Give me a few minutes, will you? Want to go home with me? I'll order us up some dinner and we can see if any old movies are playing on TV."
"I just happen to know that Shop Around the Corner is playing on Turner tonight. And right after that they are showing In the Good Old Summertime, Judy Garland's version."
"What, no Fred and Ginger?"
"We'll do our own dance routine, now that I know how well you lead."
"Billy, I think this is the start of a wonderful friendship."
"Bogie would have worn that Frenchman out. Hey! I thought you didn't know old movies?"
"Only Bogie's. A friend took me to a festival once."
"From now on you only watch old movies with me, got it?"
"Now who's being possessive?"
"Just staking my claim."
"I can live with that."
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