Title: Taste
Author: Peach
Email address: Peach1250@hotmail.com
Fandom: X-Files
Pairings: Skinner/Krycek
Warnings: This story contains m/m relationship. If these things bother you *GO AWAY NOW* AU
Rating: NC17
Date: 04/01/02
Archive: No
Website: http://us.reocities.com/peach1250/index.html
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner, Krycek and the X-Files belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network. No copyright Infringement is intended no money is being made. I used the title of a Beatles song and made no money so MJ don't sue me.
Summary: PWP oh no some plot is trying to sneak in. Alex remembers the second time.
NOTES: Thanks to Josan as always. I backed myself into a corner, with Smell. So I guess all the senses will make an appearance. I decided Taste and Touch would be FPPOV. So this is Alex's turn.


I asked the flight attendant for a pillow and a blanket. I never sleep on planes but I was on my way home to my lover and wanted nothing to distract me from thinking of him. If the aliens were right, I'd never be on a plane again unless Walter wanted to vacation somewhere we couldn't reach by car.

I let my mind drift to that time when we were getting to know each other. I had been working for him for two weeks when I stopped at a bar one night for a drink. I had been to see my masters and needed to wash the taste of them out of my mouth.

I ordered a drink and glanced around the bar. Pretty much you typical Friday night crowd, except for one thing.

Fox Mulder.

I watched as he cruised the daddy bear. I'd seen the guy around and knew he had a rep for using boys roughly. He looked Mulder over, asked him a question, got a nod and the two of them headed for the back room.

I gulped down my drink, deciding to go drink somewhere else when I spotted my boss. Another shock for the evening. But since I liked what I saw, a lot, I took a chance. Turned out to be the luckiest night of my life.

The next week at work, he was his normal surly self and I had to bite the inside of my cheek every time I saw him until the mark I had left on his throat faded away. He had seemed to like being sucked on and he tasted so damn good, all over, that I had sucked a lot over that prior weekend.

By Friday, when I hadn't heard a single personal word from him, I charged up to his office at quitting time. Kim was closing down her PC and looked startled to see me. I don't even remember what excuse I made but he told her to send me in.

He frowned at me and I almost decided to make some work related chatter then leave. But I got brave. I wanted him again, you see. I was willing to chance rejection.

"We haven't talked this week. I wondered, if you aren't busy, if maybe we could have dinner?"

He stared at me so long, I felt like sinking into the floor. Damn! I thought he had enjoyed himself. I knew I had. And it wasn't just because he had been a virgin, or he had let me fuck him, or even that he was my boss. It was more, so much more it scared the shit out of me.

"Is dinner all you're interested in sharing? Know any other bars I might like?"

Much later he would tell me he had avoided me all week for fear of letting his desire show. I didn't mean to but I laughed when he said that. The man hides his emotions better than anyone I know other than myself.

"A couple. Maybe we can find someone more entertaining to *talk* to than last week."

"A real name would be good, even if it's an alias."

"Want to meet there?"

"I'll swing by your place. What time?"

"If we're going to eat, I'd say around eight. That ok with you?"

"Fine. I'll see you then."

I hurried home, wanting time to jerk off before I took a shower so I wouldn't jump him when he walked in the door, especially if he wore those jeans again.

Make no mistake: I wanted him. But I knew that he hadn't bottomed before the previous week and didn't think he would want to again. After all, we are talking about a man who screams *alpha* with every move and action of his life. I knew if he crooked his finger, Mulder would be on his knees before the gesture was completed.

The week before, it had been Walter I was fucking. The boy just provided the hole for the first time. It was Walter I watched. It was Walter I wanted. I let him believe I was asleep when he woke. If he had been a heavier sleeper, I would have been inside him when he woke up.

Of course, he probably would have beaten me to a pulp. But I was willing to take the chance.

He tapped on my door promptly at eight that night. I answered with a towel around my waist, still wet from the shower. And I lied as I had been taught to for other reasons. The real reason I was still wet from the shower was to remind him of the merchandise.

"I had to make a stop on the way home, took longer than I thought. Have a seat, I'll hurry."

I went back into the bathroom shutting the door but not being able to shut out the sight of him. That was the first time I saw him in leather pants. They were obviously old, broken in, and made for him. And they left no doubt as to the nice package the man carries around. And to add insult to injury, as my old southern aunt used to say, the tank shirt was at least two sizes too small. The man was an orgy waiting to happen.

I looked down to where my cock was tenting out the towel and thought 'So much for jerking off': it hadn't helped a bit. Little did I know he was sitting in my armchair with a smug grin on his face. He had been thinking that last week was a one-of. The turn on had been because he was my boss and a virgin. That it had nothing to do with him.

He liked my reaction to his getup.

Being men, we didn't say any of the things women would have said in the same situation. He made no comments on the clothes I wore, although, I had chosen them just as carefully as he had chosen his. We ate dinner at a restaurant in the gay section of town, surrounded by men who were dressed very much as we were.

A guy asked me in the john if Walter was taken and I growled yes without a moment's hesitation. He shrugged and commented that we didn't act like we were together. When I went back to the table, I bent over and kissed his bald head. He looked up quizzically and I smiled. He reached up and pulled me down into a dick-hardening kiss. His eyes sparkled at me when I moved to sit back down.

"Do you want dessert? The waiter asked while you were gone but I wasn't sure."

"Do you?"

"Let's pick up a different kind of dessert."

I nodded and allowed him to pay the check when he insisted. I saw the bathroom guy watching and made sure to lean into Walter. He glanced at me again and looped his arm around me. It pleased me all out of proportion to the simple gesture.

I led him along the street to another bar I liked. An hour later, we came out with a pretty red headed boy. He was marginally more intelligent than Boy and Walter said he gave better head. After we sent him home in a cab, Walter pulled me down and kissed me.

Neither of us bothered to pretend that we weren't going to fuck. For months it went on that way; Friday nights, dinner, a trip to a bar, a pretty boy to fuck and suck, then the main event.

One night when he arrived at my door, he didn't bother with the charade. He grabbed me, kissed me breathless, then led the way to my bed. From then on until I had to leave, it was just us.

Weekends of sucking and fucking him. Weekdays of admiring my marks that he couldn't quite hide. The marks being the reason for another lie. I swore I wasn't doing it on purpose. But really I wanted *us* to intrude on work. I wanted people to wonder who the AD was fucking.

Then came the long period of time when I didn't see him except to follow orders. Until Mulder brought us back together. Until the night he chained me to the balcony.

I heard the thump of the landing gear and knew I was almost home. I wondered what would be waiting for me when I got there.

I opened the door and called out to him. Hearing his voice from upstairs, I hurried to hang up my jacket. I took the steps two at a time. Opening the bedroom door to see a feast laid out for me.

Now I've seen the dessert thing done, saw sushi in a Wesley Snipes movie once, chocolate, whipped cream, even saw a porn video once with the butter from the movie theater popcorn machines used as lube but this…

Walter had covered the bed with a tarp, then covered that with his oldest set of sheets. He was laid out in all his naked glory. Well, almost naked. He was covered in several places with food items.

On a small table by the bed was a blender filled with margaritas. Next to it, a glass, its rim coated with salt and a bowl of chips. All the makings of the seven layer Mexican dip were arranged on my lover's body. As my eyes wandered to see where each ingredient was placed, I howled with laughter as I realized the sour cream was resting on his stomach just above where his hard cock was lying.

He waited for me to get my laughter under control, a happy smile on his face. He's told me often that he loves my laugh. Of course, he didn't know the laugh was as much happiness at being home for good as it was with his choice of location for the sour cream.

I poured myself a glass and eased down next to him on the bed. He lay still and watched me with happy eyes while I drank my margarita. Then I picked up my first chip. I was hungry so I scooped and ate, working my way through my dinner. By the time I was finished, I was a little tipsy from the drinks.

"Thank you for dinner, Walter. If you'll wait while I take a quick shower, I'll come back and do clean up."

"I can just shower with you."

"Oh no you don't! The flavor of you mixed with the leftovers will be my dessert. Now don't move."

"Whatever you say. I want this to be a night you never forget."

"It was that the minute I walked in the door."

I hurried with my shower, wanting to get back to him. He was lying as I had left him. He held out his hand and I moved quickly to his side. I started with a kiss. Then moved to lick the hollow of his collarbone clean. He had placed the sprig of mint there.

The salsa had been just above one of his pecs and I licked slowly enjoying his taste mixed with tomato and cilantro. The guacamole had been over the other pec, so I lapped up what was left of that.

Then I moved to his nipples, which had been covered with beans. They had dried just enough that it took some serious licking to get them clean. If the noises coming from him were any indication, he didn't mind the extra time it took.

Just below that had been the chopped green onions. That area was easy to clean. In the center of his upper stomach was the drippings from the pieces of chicken and beef, that made me think of the old 'tastes like chicken' joke and I giggled against his skin. His muscles fluttered in response.

That left me with only the remains of the sour cream. I lapped up the little dab I had left, being careful not to touch his cock.

He finally spoke.

"Alexei Nikolai Krycek!"

I raise my head and grinned at him.

"All three? I'm in trouble now."

Dropping my head, I swallowed his cock. His hands fisted in the sheet. I worked him the way I know he likes best and in less than two minutes, he was shooting. But then the poor man had been hard for over an hour.

I crawled up to lie next to him, waiting for him to calm. When his eyes opened, he rolled toward me and pulled me in close for a kiss.

"Thanks for dessert, Walter. I'm a lucky man to have a lover who feeds me so well. I have one question."

"What's that?"

"Are you still going to love me after you make me fat?"

"Sure. I'll even still love you when you're sixty-four."

"I guess I'm going to be forced to learn Beatles songs now."

"Alex, the Beatles had some deep messages in their songs."

"Did any of them mention anything about surly AD's giving head to a soldier home from the war."

"If any of then had known you they would have. I'm really glad you're home, Alex. But I'm even happier that you don't have to leave ever again."

"Head, Walter. Now, please."

His laugh was musical. His worked his way down my body and I gasped as his hot mouth covered me. He knows all my buttons and pushed every one. When I was through screaming and shooting, he held me close.

Sleep was a long time coming for both of us. I was home for good but it still felt like a dream and we didn't want to wake up. The last thing I heard before I slept was Walter humming "When I'm Sixty-four."

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