From: "Shannon" To: "whispers list" XFilesNC17ff@yahoogroups.com Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW: One To Grow On NC-17, M/K, 1/1 Date: Sunday, January 27, 2002 7:58 PM One To Grow On by Shannon Kizzia (lmelao@earthlink.net) Website: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/xtasy/shannon.html Rating: NC-17 Category: SR and H maybe if you're stoned. Keywords: M/K slash, Mulder POV, PWP Spoilers: None. (EBE reference, but not big.) Archive: Please ask first, but odds are it's yours. ;D Date of First Posting: 1/27/02 Summary: I'm either going to get in his pants or I'm going to totally f**k up. Either way I gotta know. Disclaimer: What exactly am I supposed to do with these guys? They turned up on my doorstep and what? Am I supposed to send them home?? Screw that! Author's Notes: This is my birthday present (a tad early) to my lovely, awesome woman, Satina! Happy Birthday, Hun!!!!! This is my very first *real* M/K, so I'm hoping it works for all of you reading. This is Skippy!Rat and Horndog!Mulder. I thought they'd make a great pair. I actually think this story works best if Krycek is not a killer and doesn't work for the syndicate, but is just some cute guy Mulder was lucky enough to be partnered with. LOL! But who knows, maybe he's still bad. Whatever pops your cork. Enjoy! One To Grow On by Shannon Kizzia "So I found that article about swamp gas you were telling me about." I just stare at him, holding my door open. He's still in his spiffy little suit with the burgundy and pea green striped tie that he had on at work today. He's holding the article out to me. I look at my watch. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is it too late? Do you need to go to bed?" Bed? What is he talking about? It's 9 o'clock. I realize I still haven't said a word to him. I'm just standing here in the doorway to my apartment staring at him standing there waiting patiently to be invited in. "Um, no, it's fine. Why don't you come in?" "Thanks," he says with a smile. His teeth are too white. His Daddy's probably a dentist or something. He walks into my living room and looks around at the walls as though I've got Van Gogh's and Dali's hung there. I scratch my chest. I didn't put a shirt on before I answered the door and now I'm feeling a little odd about that. Whatwith him being still in that stylin' suit. I follow him into the room. "Sit down," I say and am surprised at the authority in my voice. I guess something about him looks orderable. He sits gingerly on the edge of my couch cushions and I sit next to him. His eyes are wide and he's fiddling with the papers. I extend my hand and he gives them to me, seeming relieved to be rid of them. "It's fascinating," he enthuses. "I read it before I came over." I look not at the article I hold in my hands but at him. "I think it's particularly interesting about the findings around Crater Lake." When I continue to look at him, he starts talking again. "I'd love to hear your theories about it. I-If you want." I look down at the article, then back up at his eager face. His lips are parted, expectant. His cheeks are just a little red. Like maybe he ran up the stairs rather than taking the elevator. His eyes.... His eyes are...stunning. I'd never noticed. I breathe out a surprised chuckle and he tilts his head. "You wanna drink?" I ask him, putting the papers down on my coffee table, no longer caring about them. I don't think I ever really gave a shit. When I mentioned the phenomenon today at work it was more because he was looking at me like I was about to give an oral presentation of Stephen Hawking's doctoral thesis and he was all ears. I just started bull shitting about swamp gas. I don't know. It was just the first thing that came to me. I remember my reaction to Scully's mention of it. It makes me smile to think of it. What would she think of me now spouting off her theories to this kid? God, she'd have my ass. I smile more. Thinking of her. But when I'd gone on to Krycek for about fifteen minutes today about next to nothing and he was still riveted.... I don't know...I kinda liked that, too. I liked it a lot. I like him. A lot. "Like...what kind?" he asks me like a teenager who thinks they've been offered alcohol but doesn't want to assume it and look like an ass. "What do you like?" I didn't really mean to pitch my voice lower. As I watch his Adam's apple shift as he gulps, I know he noticed. I just don't know exactly what's going on here. I feel...weird. Like maybe I'm on a date. In my own apartment. With a man. My partner. A kid. No, a man. I've seen the muscles under those white-like-his-teeth shirts. Yeah, I'll admit I've checked him out. And what I've caught glimpses of is...nice. Real nice. I'm staring at his neck. Fuck. I shift my eyes back up to his. "So?" "Uh...beer's okay." I clear my throat. "All right." I get up and walk to the kitchen and I swear I can feel those eyes on me. It's everything I can do not to look back and check. I grab two cold Mooseheads from the fridge and head back in with the bottle opener. "Take off your jacket," I tell him, feeling my breathing get faster. This definitely doesn't feel like a consult. I'm telling the man to undress. I'm not even sure I know what I'm doing, where I'm going, what we're getting into. I don't even know if he feels it. This thing in the air. He swallows again. Which is a little annoying because I'm getting hot under the collar I'm not even wearing. And then he starts to slide his jacket off one shoulder. He's looking at me while he's doing it, too. Kind of this scared look. Like he's a hostage and I'm the perp and maybe if he takes it off slow enough I won't attack. I'm sure as hell not going to be the one to break eye contact, so as he peels his jacket off his other shoulder and starts to shrug it down his arms, I hook the opener under the first bottle cap and wrench it up, letting the little piece of metal clatter to the floor and across the room. I do the same with the second bottle, never even blinking away from those forest greens. He licks his lips. And then he looks away. Goddamnit, I'm getting hard. I walk over the the couch and hold out his beer to him, standing over him, liking that he has to look up at me now, which he does with those innocent eyes, before taking the cold bottle from my hand. I take one long drink, still looking down at his pretty, dark head before I resume my place beside him and sigh, picking up the papers. He seems to like swamp gas. Guess I'll humor him a little. "Although Goddard has a point, his theory doesn't quite hold up under every documented account of blue lights in the sky in the western United States," I drone. "No, you're right," Krycek says. "What about that sighting outside of Boise? Or the Drake case of 1982 in Vancouver? Those haven't been scientifically explained." A smile has been creeping onto my face as he speaks. Earlier today, I'd been rambling on and on about the credibility of swamp gas theories just to see if he'd go along, which he did. Now when I turn the tables, he goes, too. Interesting. He looks at me. "Right?" I smile at him. "Hey Alex, would you hand me a coaster?" "Uh, sure," he says and reaches across the coffee table for one. I take the opportunity to watch his shirt stretch across the muscles in his back. Then he turns back to me and holds out the useless thing. I take it, but also touch my fingers to the back of his hand in the process. I stroke my fingers over his knuckles and then take the stupid coaster and set my beer on it. Wow. I don't think I imagined the shudder he tried to suppress. So he does feel it. My heart starts to pound in my chest and my erection's growing in my tight jeans at the thought of it. Of having him. Jesus. Would he let me? Could I just.... His voice breaks as he starts his next sentence. "I'm really, uh, intrigued by what Goddard has to say...about...um...about..." As he's been talking, I've shifted in closer to him. I slide my arm along the back of the couch behind him and scoot to where my leg is almost touching his. The leather creaks as I move, an exclamation mark to my advance. "Yeah, go on," I say, my voice really husky now. "Uh, well...I just think...he's got a point about... When he says, um...." My knee is touching his thigh now and I'm way too fucking close. He's gotta know it. Fuck, this kid's hot. The way he's breathing, the way he won't look at me. I don't even make a conscious decision. I just find myself leaning in and invading his space. I put my lips almost right up against his ear. "I don't think you want to keep talking about Goddard, do you Alex?" He shivers. It's so fucking good. "I don't know..." he starts. I smile at his ear. I'm so hot for him. So goddamned hot. I hope to hell he is, too. "There's something else you'd rather do, isn't there?" I'm taking a huge leap. But hey, it's what I do, you know? I'm too horny now to know when to shut up. I'm either going to get in his pants or I'm going to totally fuck up. Either way I gotta know. I don't get an answer and so I lay my hand on his thigh and let my lips actually touch his ear. Fuck if he doesn't actually cry out! He then bites his lip and tries to hold his breath, trying to turn back time. Nuh unh, baby. You are so mine. "You know what I think?" I ask, squeezing his leg. "I think...you wanna get on your knees and suck my cock." I finish it slowly, letting it drip from my tongue to his ear. I think he's either going to run outta here or he's going to let me start to undo my jeans and guide his panting lips down onto my lap. It actually takes me probably a full five seconds to register that I'm being kissed, that the little shit is kissing me. That he just turned his head with a whimper and latched his full mouth onto mine. I'm so blown out of the water that I just let my mouth open with my shock and now his sweet, eager tongue is in my mouth, thrusting and fucking and tasting and his hands are in my hair and he's actually pulling, and it is close to pain, but he tastes fucking good and he's working my mouth with his like he can't get enough and I have to brace my arm back behind me to keep him from pushing me backwards onto my back with the force of his aggressive kiss. Jesus H. Christ. The kid can kiss. Finally, I gather enough brain cells together to remember I have one arm free. I wrap it around his body, pushing my palm flat against his back and pull myself into him and him into me. I start kissing him back, drunk on the feel of the warm, wet insides of his mouth, how his tongue automatically retreats to allow me in. I groan into him and he answers me. I regain enough balance to use my other hand and I grab his leg and lift it up and over mine which fits in-between his as I lean over him now. It feels fucking amazing to top him, to feel him shift under me, half lying across the couch now. I break our kiss finally when I feel his leg press hard into my erection. I feel my pulse beating in my dick and I keep my mouth close to his as I start to rock against his leg. I can feel how hard he is against my thigh as well and I give his leg another squeeze, telling him it's okay to move. He whines in his throat and I lean back slightly to look at him. He's got his eyes shut and a small tear slides down out of the corner of his eye. He's breathing in tiny, erratic pants. God, he's trying not to come. I take his face in my hands. "Alex." He whines again and opens his eyes to focus on me. I look at his gorgeous, plump lips, slick from our kissing. I lean in again and nip at his bottom lip gently, then lick over it. I look into his eyes and see his lashes flutter against the smooth flush of his cheeks. "I want to feel what it's like to be in that mouth," I tell him in something just on the loud side of a whisper. I draw back again to see how his pupils are dilated. I hold his eyes as I lean back against the cushions and extend my arms out to the side in silent invitation. It doesn't take long and he is kneeling down on the floor in front of me. His hands hover over my legs and I tell him, "Do it." He slides his hands up my thighs and I think I'm going to lose my mind. I've got my partner on his knees in front of me. It's been so freakishly long since I've gotten laid. I almost want to cry. And he's got the warmest hands and the sweetest eyes and this mouth that, I'm sorry, just wants me to fuck it. It's all I can do not to take over, throw him to the ground, and rub myself up against his young, hot body until I explode my cum all over that dorky suit. But I stay sitting back, waiting and watching as he runs his hands up and down my thighs and looks over my body. His eyes are all over me: my chest and stomach, my legs, my crotch. My dick wants out of my pants so bad. It is straining toward him already, seeking the warmth of his mouth. Finally, he starts to unbutton and then unzip my jeans. He opens them to the side and I watch his graceful hands pull the waistband down slightly. I hiss as he pulls my boxers down so that my balls sit on top of them and my throbbing cock springs up, hard and red and oozing at the top. I see his lips tremble as he looks at me and he crawls farther up on his knees, scooting in until his thighs are against the couch. He fits his hands to my hips, framing my hard-on and licks his beautiful lips. I control the urge to thrust. And then he's tonguing me. Oh Jesusgodohfuck, he's so tonguing me. He's circling it around the head of my dick, then flicking underneath, then sucking on my cockhead, then circling, then licking and humming.... Oh God! He's licking at me, tongue extended, and kind of humming with his mouth open. *Nothing* on any of my 34 tapes comes *anywhere* close to that! "Krychhh," I yell in a whisper and he takes me deep into his mouth at the sound of his name. "Aaaahhhfffffffuckkkk...." I take hold of his head and slam mine back against the couch cushions. He slides me in and out, sucking on me and groaning around my flesh. His hands skim up my body to my chest and he takes a nipple in each finger and thumb and squeezes. It's like he's doing it to my cock! I feel the strong vice of those fingers as a sharp, make-my-eyes-water tingle in my cock. There's an all too familiar ache in my balls as he bobs his dark chocolate head up and down and teases my nipples, harshly pinching and then flicking with his nails. "Alex..." I pant, now grabbing fistfuls of hair and bucking my hips up off the couch. He stops moving his head and lets me fuck him. And I am soooooo fucking him. I clench the backs of my calves and heels hard into the couch for leverage and my hips don't even touch the couch now. I'm just humping his face, eyes rolling back in my head, sweat greasing my back and making the leather squeak obscenely. "I'm gonna come!" I shout, gritting my teeth. His mouth is ecstasy. I want to whine like a little boy, I feel it. I'm close. It's gonna happen. I'm gonna lose it in his hot mouth. I want him to know. Not so he can stop. If he stops, he's dead. I want him to know he's mine. "Gonna...come...down...your...throat...Alex," I kind of growl and the thing that's happening now I cannot even believe. I hear him wail around my cock and he's jerking against the couch and against me. He's coming. Holy fucking shit. I'm making him have an orgasm just by being in his fucking mouth! That's it. I'm a goner. I shoot into him so strong I think I might black out. It's so good. Better than good. Better than I've ever fucking had it. "OHGOD!!!!" I'm yelling as I spasm and surge up into his amazing mouth one last time. And he just keeps sucking me. He's shaking, weak from his own powerful release and still he's bathing me, keeping me warm and safe in his mouth. Even when my hips lower and I'm still except for my breathing, he's there with his lips wrapped around me. I'm even starting to go a little soft and he's not stopping. He's just sucking and moaning softly. I reach very heavy arms up off the couch and am very careful pulling his head up off my lap. My dick comes out of his mouth with a wet noise. There are tear tracks on his face. I tilt his head so I can see into his expressive eyes. "You..." I begin and then realize I'm about to state the obvious. I do it anyway. I'm just stunned. "You came, Alex. Didn't you?" He laughs self-consciously. "You have to ask, Mulder?" It's the first time he's said my name all night. It feels really good. I sit up and lean forward framing his youthful face in my big hands. "I..." Jesus, I canNOT finish a sentence tonight! I decide not to even try. What I really want to do is kiss, not talk. So I lean in the rest of the way and press my lips to his. I don't deepen it; just stroke over him with soft caresses. On a whim, I reach down and begin to loosen his tie for him. He chuckles against my mouth and I dip my tongue in just for a quick taste, a tease. There is the taste of my semen and beer and something like sweet basil. I untie the noose from around his neck and slowly pull the fabric free of his collar as I release him from the kiss. "Are you okay with this?" I ask, seeking his eyes. He looks up at my bashfully. "You could say that." "Do you want..." I pause, ready to ask him to stay the night, but then I falter. He shakes his head, takes the tie from my hands and wraps it loosely around my neck. "Not this time. But thanks." I feel this stupid hurt look come down over my face and he smiles. Then he leans in and presses his lips against my ear, licking me with that wonderful, warm tongue as he husks deep and seductive, "Come over to my place tomorrow. I'll fix you dinner. And then I'll make you scream." Before I can respond, he's up off the floor and standing over me. He winks and I raise my eyebrows in a move I stole from Scully. He starts to walk to the door, combing his hand through his mussed hair. He turns back with his hand on the knob. "Oh and uh, happy birthday, partner." With a parting smile, he jerks the door open and leaves. Birthday? What the hell is he talking about?! My birth...day...? Oh Jesus Christ. It *is* my birthday. A slow, goofy smile takes over my face as I lean back once again on the couch and look at the door. He knew. He fucking knew. I have to wonder if he came over here thinking.... Nah. No way. I laugh once to myself and pull at my jaw, grabbing my beer, savoring it as I sit waiting for the inevitable 10 o'clock birthday call from Scully. I think I might be smiling for the rest of my natural life. Happy fucking birthday to me. End Feedback would be just excellent! lmelao@earthlink.net