From: "mmo520" To: Subject: [XFNC17ff] New Fic: Mouth to Mouth Sk/DR Date: Thursday, September 19, 2002 4:05 AM Title: Mouth to Mouth Author/pseudonym: PegE Email address: Feedback (pleeeeez) to peg520@msn.com Rating: NC17 Pairings: Doggett/Skinner Warnings: consensual m/m sex Spoilers: No, but it is pre-Reyes. Status: Complete Date: Archive: Ask first Series/Sequel: Other website: Summary: Slash/PWP/serious schmoop. The surly one and the blue-eyed god have a close encounter. Disclaimer: Not mine; no money. Notes: OK, I didn't die and I wasn't kidnapped by aliens. RL reared its big ugly head. But this kept buzzing around my twisted brain, so I wrote it down. ______________________________________________________________________ _ John Doggett wasn't sure at what exact point in Tuesday's interminable budget meeting he'd become fixated on his boss's mouth. He was fairly certain a white male in a dark suit was issuing a veiled complaint about spending cuts, but he couldn't swear to it. But he knew he couldn't tear his eyes away from Walter Skinner's lips. They had never seemed especially noteworthy before. He admired the man's integrity, his courage, his willingness to stand up for his agents. He even liked the guy's ties. But Skinner's mouth had remained unremarkable up to this point. Now it struck Doggett as strong and even sensual, stern as it was at this particular moment. Damned if he knew what was going on. Another agent began making a plea for more money and Doggett managed to glance at the budget plan outlined before him. The folder was full of numbers. All were lower than last year's. He looked up to find Skinner studying him. Blue eyes met brown momentarily before both men looked away. Nice eyes, Doggett thought absently, and silently damned himself. Next he'd be wondering about the man's aftershave. The meeting finally ended with Skinner hammering home the point that there wouldn't be any more money because there *wasn't* any more money. The well, he told them, was dry. Dismissed. And Doggett was gathering up his files and stealing one last look at his boss. Skinner was back at his desk, talking softly on the phone. Probably to Kim, Doggett guessed. Since the hooker thing, no trace of Skinner's private life ever entered the Hoover. He watched the man murmur a few words into the receiver and thought again, that mouth… He let himself wonder, just for a second, what it would feel like to kiss Skinner. Then he squashed that thought before he could take it any further. And then he turned toward the elevator and the basement. Doggett managed to avoid the A.D. Wednesday and Thursday, locking himself away in the basement with the excuse of organizing the huge number of files Mulder had left behind. It wasn't hard; with Scully out on sick leave as she waited for the baby's arrival, he could go days without seeing anyone once he reached the office. On Friday morning, Kim called, saying Skinner wanted to see him in his office, ASAP. Two agents in Violent Crimes needed a hand running down a fugitive who was wanted in a series of bank robberies. Doggett had been tapped to help out. "No problem, sir," he said, avoiding the A.D.'s glance. "Who's the agent in charge?" He left Skinner's office as quickly as he could without seeming rude. Agent Mendoza was almost too grateful for Doggett's help. On the other hand, it was good to be working on a tangible investigation for once. No giant man-bats or hypnotic slugs, just a bad guy trying to run away from the cops. Doggett could cope. Their bad guy, one William Edward Coogan, had stolen a credit card, and Doggett tracked the credit card to trace Coogan to a fleabag hotel outside Tuscaloosa, Alabama. A few phone calls later, the field office in Birmingham had been notified and so had the locals. Coogan was now someone else's headache. Doggett gave Mendoza the news in person. Mendoza clapped him on the shoulder and Doggett remembered, fleetingly, what it was like to be a real fibbie. He shook his head. One day, he'd get out of that damn basement and he wouldn't know how to act. Walking back to the elevator, he caught a glimpse of Skinner in the hallway, but ducked down the stairs before he had to walk past the man or acknowledge his presence. By the time he got to the basement, his emotions swung from obsession to humiliation to panic in the space of a heartbeat. He'd only felt this way about a woman once or twice in his life; this sudden fascination with another man was an X File in itself. Doggett brooded until nearly 7:30, trying to pin down exactly what he felt. When he was too tired to distinguish between healthy curiosity and lust, he muttered, "Screw it!" and pulled on his coat. Skinner had either already left, he reasoned, or he'd be here until midnight. Either way, John Jay Doggett was outta here. As he entered the elevator to the garage, he'd almost convinced himself to stop at PJ's for a beer and a testosterone-laced argument about football. Somewhere between the bar and Falls Church, he'd find time to scratch and spit and piss on a fence, he figured. Anything to remind himself he was a *guy*. Maybe he should find a topless joint and commission a lap dance. The elevator doors opened and he was face to face with Skinner. The A.D. stepped back immediately to let Doggett out of the elevator. "I forgot my briefcase," he said, and Doggett nodded, wondering why the man felt the need to explain himself. He stepped around the bigger man and had almost escaped when Skinner called him back. "Agent Doggett, are you avoiding me?" The A.D.'s expression was its usual not-quite-sullen mask. "Sir?" Now Doggett was more flustered than if he'd been caught in one of his earlier reveries. "I don't know what you mean." Skinner stepped out of the elevator and Doggett tried to ignore the surge of panic he felt. Man-bats were one thing; explaining this would be a lot tougher. "I get the impression you've been running away from me," the A.D. said. "What's going on here, agent? Is there something you're trying not to tell me?" I want to kiss you, he thought, not sure whether to feel despair or relief at the realization, and then he saw Skinner's stunned expression and realized he'd said the words aloud. Shit, he thought, and waited for the earth to open and swallow him whole. They stared at each other, speechless, for several seconds. Finally Skinner said, "So what's stopping you?" It was almost a flirtation, not quite a challenge, and Doggett realized he didn't have a good answer. He leaned hesitantly forward and let his lips brush Skinner's once, twice, a third time. Before he could go back for fourths, Skinner pulled him close and the two men were locked together in a bruising kiss that made Doggett's toes curl. They didn't let go until they were breathless, then stood, not daring to speak, until Doggett finally took a deep breath. "My place," he said, with more confidence than he actually felt. "You know how to get there?" Skinner nodded. "You're sure?" Doggett hesitated for a second, then answered as honestly as he could. "I'm sure I want to keep kissing you and this isn't the place to do it. Good enough?" The bigger man grinned. "Good enough." Doggett didn't allow himself to think as he steered the truck toward Falls Church. He could see Skinner's headlights in the rearview mirror and sat in the truck until the other man pulled into the driveway behind him when they reached the house. Neither spoke as they walked up to the front door. Doggett fumbled with his keys as he tried to unlock the door and Skinner gently took them from him and opened the door. Like I'd do with a woman, Doggett thought, and refused to follow the logic any further. The manners Doggett's mother had drilled into him kicked in as soon as they entered the house. He hung Skinner's coat and his own in the hall closet, and led the other man into the living room. Before he switched on the overhead light, he was offering Skinner a drink, a snack, a seven-course meal. Skinner accepted a beer and stood surveying the living room furnishings as Doggett headed for the kitchen. Doggett found him studying the contents of a corner bookshelf when he returned with two Amstels. "What's the verdict?" "That you're even more surprised by this than I am," Skinner said and took his beer. Doggett nodded at the understatement and took a swig of his Amstel for courage. "Let's sit down," he said, motioning toward the couch. Skinner sat close, but not too close. They sat and drank their beer and Doggett wondered how to persuade Skinner to start kissing him again. Some things didn't change, he thought, wryly; he'd never been any good at making the first move with women, either. "Why me?" Skinner finally asked. "Beats the hell outta me," Doggett answered. "One minute, I was reading the budget memo and the next I was fixated on your lips and wondering what it would be like to kiss you." "So what did you think?" A smile hovered at the corners of Skinner's mouth but never quite landed. Sheer perfection, Doggett thought, flashing on the hot, wet sensation of Skinner's kiss. Aloud, he said, "Kinda hard to tell from just one kiss," and grinned. Skinner laughed aloud and Doggett was inordinately pleased with himself. The big guy didn't laugh often. But he apparently spent a lot of time kissing, Doggett thought as Skinner's mouth descended on his. Skinner was gentler this time, less focused on crushing Doggett into submission than on a slow, sweet exploration of the other's man's willing mouth. Several kisses later, the two men were stretched out on the long couch. Skinner was wrapped around Doggett like a blanket, and Doggett luxuriated in the feeling of being held by someone bigger and stronger. Strange as the situation was, he felt safe in Skinner's arms. Doggett shivered when Skinner abandoned his lips to begin planting butterfly kisses along his throat and neck and sighed in surrender as the big man began unbuttoning his shirt. Together, they pulled off Doggett's shirt and undershirt and then Skinner was kissing and caressing Doggett's bare chest and shoulders. He began flicking his tongue across one nipple and when Doggett groaned, he bit it lightly as he began stroking its twin with the tips of his fingers. Doggett's wife had always teased him about how sensitive his nipples were; it was a rarity in a man, she'd told him, and he'd tried not to be jealous that she should know that. Maybe she'd learned it from talking to her girlfriends, he'd tried to reassure himself at the time. Rarity or not, Skinner's teasing hands and mouth were making him crazy. When he thought he might explode from Skinner's ministrations, he pulled the other man into a kiss to slow the sensations that were overtaking him. When Skinner tried to return to suckling him, Doggett stopped him. "You don't like?" Skinner asked. "I like too much," Doggett answered, figuring painful honesty mingled with raw lust was the tone for the evening. "You gotta slow down, Walt." Skinner smiled. "You want to try it?" Doggett felt his knees go weak at the thought of exploring Skinner's body. "Yeah," he said, slightly hoarse. "I want to try it." He wasn't sure whether to be proud or embarrassed that his hands didn't tremble at all as he unbuttoned Skinner's starched white dress shirt and then pulled off the bigger man's T-shirt. He let his fingertips brush Skinner's sternum tentatively. When Skinner inhaled sharply, Doggett's touch grew more confident and soon he was rubbing his fingertips lightly over Skinner's hardening nipples. Somehow the two men switched positions so that Doggett was stretched out over Skinner; he kissed the strong column of Skinner's throat and let his tongue flick the notch of his collarbone. Then he was planting kisses across the broad shoulders, nuzzling Skinner until the big man groaned with pleasure. He kissed Skinner again, hard this time, enjoying the way the other man melted under him. He let his hands wander through the thick mat of body hair to begin toying with Skinner's nipples as he licked the man's lips apart. As their tongues mingled in a warm, wet kiss, Doggett began lightly pulling at Skinner's nipples, and nearly laughed when he felt Skinner's hips buck against him. Gotcha, big guy, he thought, triumphant. He shifted slightly against Skinner and felt the other man's erection brushing against his hip. He smiled against Skinner's mouth, knowing his own cock was just as hard. He left Skinner's mouth and bent his head to begin sucking his nipples. Skinner moaned when his mouth fastened on one nub of flesh and Doggett tongued him confidently. His wife had loved this. He copied Skinner's trick of stroking one nipple with his tongue and the other with his fingertips and soon Skinner was limp under him as he was expertly teased. Finally, Skinner pushed him away and sat up. "Enough," he said. Both men were flushed and breathing hard as they eyed each other. Doggett had no idea what to expect next. Skinner spoke first. "I want – " he stopped and stared at Doggett, gauging his expression carefully. "I want to make you come," he said. "In my mouth. I want to taste you, John." Doggett couldn't respond for several seconds, though he was painfully aware of how much harder his erection had become at Skinner's offer. Finally, he just nodded. "Upstairs," he said. "In bed." Doggett took Skinner's hand and led him upstairs. He switched on the bedside light and turned to Skinner, who drew him into his arms. They held each other for several minutes and Doggett relaxed, letting his head rest on Skinner's shoulder. Finally, he kissed the spot where he could hear Skinner's heartbeat, then angled his head up for a kiss. Skinner obliged immediately and Doggett sighed against the other man's mouth. They continued kissing as Skinner maneuvered him back toward the bed. When they bumped against the mattress, Doggett felt his heart racing. The last time he'd been caught so firmly between terror and glee, Mrs. Mitchell, his mother's bridge partner, had been intent on seducing him. Skinner had the same gleam in his eye as he reached out to unbuckle Doggett's belt and then unfasten his trousers. Doggett stepped free as his pants fell to the floor and Skinner knelt in front of him to remove his shoes and socks. Still on his knees, he leaned forward and kissed a spot on Doggett's abdomen just above his navel. Doggett hissed at the contact and Skinner laughed. "Just wait, John," he promised. "I'm going to eat you alive." Doggett shivered as Skinner rose and pulled him into a kiss. The big man's hands wandered to rest on Doggett's hips and his fingers played with the waistband of Doggett's boxers. By the second kiss, Skinner was stroking the sensitive skin just at the top of Doggett's ass and the tip of one finger flicked perilously close to the cleft as the kiss continued. By the third kiss, Doggett's boxers had slid to the floor and Skinner was eagerly cupping and squeezing the cheeks of his ass as Doggett moaned helplessly into his mouth. When Skinner ordered him to lie on his stomach, he kicked the boxers away and hurried to comply. He didn't dare open his eyes as he felt Skinner stretch out next to him. A heartbeat later, he felt Skinner's lips brush the nape of his neck, and then he felt the wet warmth of the big man's tongue trailing down the length of his spine. Eventually, Skinner reached his ass and Doggett nearly whimpered as he felt the cheeks of his ass being softly kissed, then felt Skinner's tongue working in circles over his buttocks. Skinner moved to kneel between his legs, spreading Doggett's thighs wide as he knelt over him. When Skinner began kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin of his thigh, Doggett bucked, nearly kicking Skinner off the bed. Skinner only laughed and returned to his task, his fingertips teasing the cleft of Doggett's ass. When he had licked and nibbled Doggett's the length of Doggett's thighs, Skinner sat up again and began stroking the crack of Doggett's ass more intently. Doggett tensed, not sure what to expect, and Skinner dropped a reassuring kiss on one cheek. Doggett tried to relax, then bucked again when Skinner's tongue flicked the tight pink opening of ass. "There's something I want to taste before I devour your cock, John," Skinner murmured as Doggett panted. "Relax. I promise this won't hurt." And then Skinner was tonguing him, gently working his tongue into Doggett's opening until Doggett didn't know whether to pull away completely or to thrust his hips back toward Skinner's skilled mouth. He tensed, unwilling to give in to the intense pleasure he was receiving until Skinner's tongue darted deep inside and he groaned aloud and began shamelessly working his hips to give Skinner better access. Doggett felt the muscles in his legs melting and soon he was spread wide open under Skinner's hands and mouth, moaning helplessly as Skinner worked his magic. He cried out when Skinner began gently scraping his fingernails over his scrotum and he felt a hot blush spill over his face as Skinner chuckled and tongue-fucked him more deeply. He was ready to beg for release when Skinner finally sat up and told him to turn over. Skinner descended on him again as he sank back into the mattress and Doggett could only hold on for dear life as Skinner kissed him hungrily. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?" Skinner murmured, running his fingertips in a slow, sweeping motion from Doggett's collarbone to his knee. "Tell me," Doggett begged, surprised by the raggedness of his own voice. Skinner kissed him again. "Since the day you questioned me about Mulder," he said. "I couldn't take my eyes off you, John." He caressed Doggett's flat stomach and smiled at the other man's groan as he traced the outline of his erection. "Are you trying to kill me?" Doggett moaned. "Jesus, Walt!" Another caress, this time from the tip of his cock to his scrotum, forced his hips off the bed. "Well, you'll die happy, blue eyes," Skinner promised, laughing. He massaged Doggett's balls gently, then slid to lean on his elbows between Doggett's wide-open thighs. "Do you want to come in my mouth, John?" He was almost purring as he blew a warm stream of air across Doggett's straining cock and smiled at the way Doggett's hips jerked. "God, yes," Doggett begged. "Please!" Skinner leaned forward and planted the softest kiss at the base of Doggett's cock, then began tonguing his scrotum. Doggett could only whimper as Skinner let his tongue flick across his straining shaft before returning to lick his balls. Finally, Skinner let his tongue trail along the length of Doggett's cock to the very tip. He stole the drop of pre-cum from Doggett's cock, then swiftly took the length of it into his mouth. He drew back and concentrated on licking the tip and sensitive underside until Doggett was writhing under him. Skinner studied the other man as he pleasured him and Doggett felt himself being scrutinized. Their eyes met and Skinner deep-throated him and Doggett his entire body tense for a second before he was pouring into Skinner's mouth. At some point, the room stopped spinning. Skinner rested, chin on his hands, next to him. He smiled when he saw Doggett was semi-conscious again. "You OK?" Doggett could barely nod. "Better than OK," he said, and reached out to stroke Skinner's cheek. "Much better." Skinner's smile deepened and he pressed his lips against the palm of Doggett's hand. "Good." Then he leaned over and kissed him softly. "Very, very good." Doggett could only surrender to Skinner's warm, questing mouth. He wrapped his arms around the other man, but he still felt like he was floating. He'd expected to feel guilt, fear, doubt, anything but this sensation of being re-born, of being made whole and clean again. So sex with another man wasn't all vice and iniquity, he thought, and pulled Skinner into another kiss. Go figure. He ran his head over Skinner's bald head and grinned. Skinner made a face at him and both men laughed, then kissed again. It took a few more kisses before Doggett worked up the courage to speak. "I want – " he found he couldn't actually say it. "I think it's my turn now," he finally said, and Skinner grinned and stretched out on his back. "Should I turn over so you can twist my arm?" he joked, then he was serious. "Just do whatever you're comfortable with, John. I know this is all new for you." Doggett nodded. He wasn't sure he could take Skinner into his mouth, but he could manage a hand job. More kisses, first, though. He had nearly memorized Skinner's mouth when he came up for air, and he was delighted to feel the man's ragged breathing. He bent to kiss and stroke Skinner's chest, then began working on his nipples. He squeezed one nipple lightly as he tongued its twin, and let his other hand slide down to stroke Skinner's rigid erection. Skinner groaned at the contact and Doggett grinned, enjoying his reaction almost as much as he enjoyed the feeling of the hard, thick cock in his hands. "Like that, huh?" He kissed Skinner again. "Oh, yeah," Skinner purred, lifting his hips as Doggett grew bolder. He was gently squeezing Skinner's cock as worked his hands up and down the shaft. "You feel good, John." Doggett stroked the silky skin just beneath the tip of Skinner's cock with his thumb and forefinger and laughed at Skinner's sharp breath. "I guess that feels good, too, huh?" Skinner grunted instead of answering and Doggett began moving his hand more rapidly along the length of his cock. He loved watching Skinner's expression as he played with him. His eyes were closed and he tossed his head from side to side as Doggett teased him. His cheeks were flushed a deep red and his mouth was even more edible as he alternately sighed and groaned and bit his lip in response to Doggett's touch. Doggett felt the tiniest drop of cum leak from the tip of Skinner's cock and he rubbed it the man's skin. Then, following an impulse he barely admitted having, he leaned down in a single swift movement and licked the spot he'd just stroked. Skinner almost yelped as Doggett continued tonguing him. His mouth moved almost tentatively, at first, then he grew braver as he realized Skinner was enjoying it. After a few minutes, he was licking Skinner's cock enthusiastically as the big man made encouraging noises. He concentrated on the tip, enjoying the salty, musky taste of Skinner's cum. As he tongued him, Doggett began gently stroking the base of his cock, then stroking Skinner's scrotum. Skinner was breathing hard now and Doggett could feel his body tensing. He began suckling him a little harder and moving his mouth up and down along Skinner's shaft, and soon Skinner was thrusting into his mouth, lifting his hips off the mattress with every stroke. A few more thrusts and Skinner cried out explosively, and then his cum was filling Doggett's mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, and, when Skinner lay spent and still, began licking the rest from his body. Sated, he stretched out against Skinner and rested his head on the big man's hip. Skinner's hand came to rest in his hair, and Doggett planted a kiss on the other man's flank. Skinner's voice was a little rusty when he finally spoke. "Not bad for a beginner, Big Dog." Doggett grinned at the nickname. "I aim to please," he said, and Skinner laughed weakly. "You aim really, really well, John. C'mere and kiss me." Doggett rose obligingly and Skinner drew him into a sweet, soft kiss that seemed to go on forever. "I am never going to get enough of your mouth," Skinner told him, then kissed him again. Doggett was still happily contemplating that "never" when Skinner interrupted the kiss to yawn hugely. "That's romantic," he teased, and Skinner grinned sheepishly. "You wore me out with that pretty mouth of yours, Big Dog. I'll be more coherent next time, I promise." He stopped then and looked a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry; I'm assuming you want there to be a next time…" His voice trailed off and Doggett jumped in. "Of course I do, you big goof," he said, and claimed Skinner's mouth again. "And don't forget whose mouth it was that started this." Soon, they were spooned together under the sheets, Skinner's arm tight across Doggett's abdomen. Skinner nuzzled his shoulder and Doggett sighed with contentment. "G'night, Walt," he murmured. Skinner kissed his shoulder. "Sweet dreams, blue eyes." Minutes later, they were asleep.