Title: Assume the Position
Author: Peach
Email address: Peach1250@hotmail.com
Fandom: X-Files
Pairings: Skinner/Krycek
Warnings: This story contains a m/m sexual relationship. AU
Rating: NC17
Date: 08/22/03
Archive: If I posted to your list it's yours.
Website: http://us.reocities.com/peach1250/index.html
Disclaimer: The characters of the X-Files belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network. No copyright infringement is intended no money is being made.
Summary: PWP
NOTES: Thank you, Bill, for the opening line. Should I ask if he ever used this one himself?

 

 

"Why don't you take me into the back room, put me up against the wall, and fuck me stupid?"

As pick up lines go it wasn't original, but he didn't care. Fuck, it was Pride weekend and he was shit faced. The man was dressed as a Master, all black leather; handcuffs attached to one wrist, a small crop dangling from the other, wearing a hood that hid his features.

Hell, in the dim light Alex couldn't even tell the color of the guy's eyes. He could, however, see that the man was built like a certain AD who gave Alex a major hard-on every time he was near. So, he grabbed the man's hand and led the way to the back room.

Finding them a spot in a back corner, Alex pushed him up against the wall. The man moaned into the kiss, as his hands fumbled with Alex's belt. There was no finesse to it, they grabbed and pulled and when enough of their clothing was out of the way the big man turned to the wall.

Alex quickly slid his condom-covered dick into his more than ready partner. A thrust and a twist made the big man moan and shift back toward him while straining his pants trying to spread his legs farther apart.

The beat of the music vibrated through the walls. Alex found himself matching the rhythm as he pounded into the warm ass. He allowed his mind to pretend that it was his boss he was fucking in the back of the hottest gay club in the D.C area.

When he knew he was close he whispered into the guy's ear, "You like this don't you? You like that cock deep in your ass? I want you to come for me."

Reaching around, he grabbed the man's dick and stroked it in a counter-rhythm to his thrusts. He was plastered so close to his trick that he could hear the man chanting softly, "Fuck! Oh god, fuck me hard, make me take it, make me come."

Alex grinned and slammed into the willing ass harder, grinding against him while tugging harder on the dick he was working. The man's back arched, he screamed and sprayed the wall with come. The contractions of his ass sent Alex flying after him.

They stood panting together, letting the wall hold them up. The smart-ass in Alex took over, "What's the capital of Virginia?"

"Huh?"

"Guess I managed to do as requested. Come on I'll buy you a drink."

Alex stepped back, tied off the condom and dropped it in a nearby can. His partner had regained enough use of his brain cells to pull up his pants. They threaded their way through the club to the bar. Alex ordered and leaned forward to yell at the bartender to give the other man whatever he wanted.

They stood side by side, not even trying to talk over the noise. The time was ticking down to the appointed hour for unmasking, which in Alex's case would be simple, since his disguise consisted of a blond wig and a pair of tinted glasses.

Walter pulled the man, who had given him the best fuck he'd had in a long time, out onto the floor, the two danced bumping crotches and Walter realized they were both hard again. He smiled, hoping they could continue the night in a bed, his fantasies of sucking the man until he screamed making him harden even more.

The time for unmasking was fast approaching, although Walter didn't believe that the other man would look very different without the glasses.

The music stopped abruptly and a drag queen stepped onto the small stage with a microphone.

"Having fun tonight? Found a sweet twink or a daddy to take home? Well, I hope you aren't disappointed when he's unveiled. Take 'em off folks."

Walter reached behind his head, undoing the laces that held his mask firmly in place. When he managed to get it off, he turned to find a look of pure terror on the face of Alex Krycek.

"Fuck!"

Alex didn't reply, he just turned and fled, fighting his way through the club and hit the street running, his mind cruising in overdrive. He'd fucked his fantasy, his boss. Oh shit!

He was back in his apartment before it occurred to him how much more upset Skinner must be at the revelation. Then a smile spread over his face. Damn Skinner'd been hot, so hot, and the best bottom Alex had been with in a long time.

Walter had quite a different reaction than Alex. He'd driven home slowly, squirming in the leather that was slicked with lube, his mind mulling over every possible response he could make to the situation.

Once he reached home, he showered then got into bed, but couldn't sleep. After a while, he gave up trying and just concentrated on remembering every second of his sojourn in the back room. With one hand on his dick and the other working his ass, he came.

Both men fell asleep wondering how they would handle the situation come Monday morning.

The end


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