Warning: This story is in the Hard/Soft universe and has a great big helping
of slash. If that type of thing offends you...scram!
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Dedication: This is for the wonderful readers who wanted more. Also to
SeekerOne..worlds most wonderful beta and to Chuck whose homophobia prevents
him from reading. (Your loss babe!)
PART ONE: ONE FRUSTRATED A.D.
The grin was pissing Skinner off. All through the long, boring meeting Fox
Mulder had been sporting a self-satisfied smirk that was meant to remind his
boss just what he had missed. And what he had missed was obvious to him by
the younger man's relaxed, happy manner. Fox Mulder had just spent the
weekend screwing his partner's brains out while he had spent three horrible
nights practicing the five finger jerk.
Prior to going to visit her brother's family in California for a week, Scully
had planned a perfect weekend for the three of them. She had stocked her
apartment with good food and wine and rented a sailboat in Newport News for
Saturday. A romantic day on the ocean was something they all liked to do.
Sailing always reminded them of their beautiful vacation to Boca Grande and
the magical things that happened there. The three were anxiously anticipating
their time together when Skinner had got a call from the office upstairs. An
emergency Director's Meeting was being called on the West Coast and he had no
choice but to attend.
Looking at Mulder's shit eating grin, he had regretted his insisting they
enjoy the weekend without him. Their happiness was all-important to him, but
after a weekend of hot, lurid phone calls from them describing their fun he
had fallen into a grumpy mood. His body felt wound up tighter than spring
both with sexual deprivation and emotional isolation.
Mulder was a brat to rub it in like this. Now he had six days left until his
sweet red head returned and only Mulder's vague promise of spending the
upcoming weekend "Hanging out" to entertain him. Yeah, Mulder looks real
proud of himself, Skinner thought, as they sat across the conference table
from one another. He let his gaze sweep over the younger man's face before
letting it linger on Mulder's full lips. The budget figures the accountant
was listing out loud faded away as he speculated about their texture. Would
they feel as soft as they looked? Against his lips or, even better, wrapped
around his cock? The thought made Skinner shift in his seat to covertly
adjust his rapidly growing erection.
Mulder and he had never tried that. They had taken their fledgling physical
relationship at a slow pace. Since the first time they had made love three
months before, they had had anal sex only two other times. Skinner had grown
to enjoy Mulder's hands and fingers touching and caressing him though, and he
had done a lot of exploring himself. But they had rarely kissed and with the
exception of one hand job he had won off of Mulder betting on football, they
had avoided other forms of sex.
But here now looking at those full lips, Skinner felt a rush of arousal that
coursed through his sexually deprived body like a flash fire. Why should he
spend the coming weekend frustrated when it was way past time that he and
Mulder try some variations on their attempts at intimacy? Skinner felt he
knew now what Mulder seemed to like. By the end of the weekend he would know
his male lover inside and out.
Staring straight at Mulder, Skinner caught his eye and shot him a slow and
calculating smile. He bit back his laughter at the puzzled look that cross
Mulder's handsome face. Mulder's lips would feel soft and supple. Skinner
was sure of it.
PART TWO: "COME INTO MY PARLOR..."
Skinner put a lot of thought into how he could tempt his prey into his
clutches. Would Mulder come to his house strictly to be used and deliciously
abused? Or would he allow anxiety over their being alone to cause him to
plead off? Their after hours relationship was always about companionship. The
sex stuff only came when they were with the woman they both loved and
desired. Skinner had no intention of scaring Mulder off, but by Thursday he
was so horney that he was determined to get his hands on the younger man in
any way he could.
His call to Mulder had been casual. "Hey, wanna come over and watch movies
tomorrow night? I'm gonna cook." Skinner knew the combination of old movies
and free food would put the man at ease.
Mulder had brought over the original "Thing" and the Kurt Russell remake and
they had spent a good hour in a friendly debate over which was the better
movie. Skinner relaxed back on the couch legs thrust out in front of him and
enjoyed the sight of Mulder sprawled out in front of the television wearing
jeans and a snug tee shirt. The younger man was completely at ease in the
situation. His shoes off and head resting on a cushion, the tall lanky man
was lovely to look at. Skinner felt himself grow hard.
"Mulder come here." he said in a quiet voice. Mulder rolled over and looked
at him with an innocent, curious expression. "You wanna another beer?"
Skinner looked into Mulder's eyes for a moment and then let his gaze slowly
wander down his body. He leisurely took in Mulder's entire long frame down to
his bare feet and then back up to his full lips. Skinner stared at them
intensely. The room seemed to hum with excitement and the noise from the TV
sounded very far away. Both men were transfixed on one another. Skinner
staring at Mulder's sexy mouth and Mulder in awe of the heat of Skinner's
gaze. The spell was broken when Mulder nervously licked his lips. Skinner
looked him straight in the eye and the command was clear.
Mulder raised up to his knees and crawled over until he was between Skinner's
open legs. His hands were shaking as he placed them gently on Skinner's solid
thighs. He could feel the muscles moving under his hands. The thin sweat
pants Skinner was wearing slipped silkily over the taunt skin. His gazed
dropped down to the prominent bulge in Skinner's crotch and he watched in
fascination, as it grew even larger at his perusal. He felt an answering
twitch from his own cock that was beginning to strain against his jeans.
Mulder's eyes were transfixed on Skinner's groin. Embarrassment and need
prevented him from lifted them to look into his bosses face. He had let the
man make love to him three times, but only when Scully was present. Now they
were alone and Mulder wanted him so badly he was having trouble controlling
his breathing. Skinner sensed his anxiety and gently stroked his fingers
through Mulder's thick hair. He crooned to him in a soft voice. "I'm so glad
you're here tonight. Now we both don't have to be alone."
Skinner ran a thumb over Mulder's lips and said, "You have such a beautiful
mouth Mulder. I've been thinking about it all week." Mulder closed his eyes
and parted his lips slightly. Skinner's words were so affectionate that he
knew he should feel embarrassed, but instead he felt a tingle that traveled
from his lips straight down to his throbbing cock. He flicked his tongue out
to taste the tip of Skinner's finger and was rewarded with a groan from deep
in the man's chest.
He knew what Skinner wanted him to do. He wanted it as well. But the thought
of taking Skinner's large cock into his mouth was almost frightening to him.
He sucked Skinner's finger into his mouth and wrapped his tongue around it.
Shyly looking up into his boss's eyes, he ran his tongue up and down the long
finger. Skinner's head was thrown back and his eyes closed, as he reveled in
the sensation. Mulder's fingers traveled up Skinner's legs and he got a burst
of confidence when he felt his thighs trembling under his touch.
Skinner's cock was fully erect, tenting his pants out from his groin and
Mulder felt the anxiety again. His bosses cock was huge. Mulder had felt that
bigness buried to the hilt in his ass three times, but the thought of Skinner
forcing it down his throat was still scary. What if he choked? What if he
couldn't take him? What if he gagged and then barfed? Apprehensively he
pulled his mouth off Skinner's finger and tried not to stutter out his fear.
"Sir, if you want to we can...you know.."
Skinner stroked his fingers down Mulder's cheek and back up through his hair.
"What can we do Mulder?" His voice was so soft and his eyes were so warm that
Mulder relaxed somewhat. "Uhh you know sir, have...uhh" Skinner chuckled
"Mulder do you want me to fuck you?" Mulder felt a rush of heat course
through his body. God, yes! He wanted it so bad at this moment that he was
afraid he would embarrass himself and come in his jeans. "Yyyyes" he managed
to stutter out. "Mulder, do you want me to stick my cock up your tight ass?"
Mulder relaxed and nodded his head. A stern look crossed Skinner's face and
Mulder almost whimpered to see it. "Then say it Mulder." The softness had
left Skinner's voice. Mulder swallowed and answered, "Please, I want you to
fuck my ass sir." "No, boy." Came Skinner's gruff reply.
Mulder looked up in shock at the older man in surprise, his eyes wide in
disbelief. Skinner leaned down until his face was inches away from the
younger man. "First you will take my cock in your mouth and suck it until I
come down your throat. Then, if you swallow it all, I will give you what you
PART THREE: WHAT A NAUGHTY BOY
Mulder bit back the girly giggle that was threatening to erupt from his
throat. He just knew that a feminine response was not called for. Not the
thing to do when you are kneeling between your bosses spread legs, eyeing his
huge bulge. Nope, Mulder thought, better play this one cool.
"Sorry, I'm just not up for that right now. Maybe later..." Mulder tried to
keep his voice very steady and politely apologetic. The whole situation was
so ridiculous, if he weren't so turned on and nervous he would let that girly
giggle fly free. "Excuse me, Agent Mulder, what did you say?" The look on
older man's face was so familiar to him. It was as if they were sitting
across Skinner's large shiny desk and not in his warm, dimly lit living room.
Mulder felt he wasn't explaining to his lover why he didn't want to go down
on him, but rather was explaining his most recent work related fuck-up to his
"I really don't think I can... " He was trying to keep the whine out of his
voice. Scully had complained about it enough that he now realized he did it
without thinking. It generally worked on her though. Briefly he tossed around
the idea of throwing a pout in for good measure, that always worked on
Scully, but he was trying to be tough damnit!
Skinner's hands began to caress his chest. Mulder looked down and watched his
large hands rubbing over his tee shirt. His soft gentle strokes were
mesmerizing to Mulder and he had to fight off the potent warmth that was
coursing through him. "You will do it for me Fox Mulder, because I want you
to. Before this weekend is over, you will do everything I tell you to do."
Mulder's head jerked up at the soft command. Skinner just stared at him and
said nothing further. They looked into each other's eyes and Mulder prayed he
wouldn't blink first. He was not like Scully. The dominant aspect of their
relationship turned her on. Well, truth was it turned him on too, but after
all, he was a grown man and had always been able to call the shots, even when
he was just the spectator in their games. Right? So now with Scully gone, big
bad Skinner was turning his evil eye his way. Uh-uh, no way, Mister Assistant
Director. Skinner wasn't going to be his *boss* outside off the office and
that was that.
Mulder took a deep breath and looked deep into Skinner's eyes. Giving him his
best don't fuck with me look, he silently dared Skinner to try it. But to his
irritation, Skinner seemed to relax and shot him a toothy smile. Skinner's
hands slowly slid down to the front of Mulder's jeans where his cock was
straining against the material. Gently running his fingers up and down
Mulder's erection he said, "Why don't we just get you naked and see what
Skinner ran the heel of his hand down Mulder's throbbing cock and a shudder
passed through him. Okay, Mulder thought, I can deal with this. Naked, yep
that sounds like a plan.
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