Sowing Seeds Sarah had managed to restrain her impatience until eight o'clock, but she
couldn't wait any more. She made coffee and brought two cups up to their
room, counting on that to get them to listen to her.
"Fox! Alex!"
The sharp voice and the smell of coffee dragged the two men into
consciousness. Two pairs of eyes focussed on the cups floating above their
heads, and identical groans issued from each.
"Go 'way," Mulder grumbled, burying his face against Alex's chest and
pulling a pillow over his head.
"It's after eight," she replied. "Do you want to sleep your lives away?"
"Yes!" Alex wasn't a morning person at the best of times, and he'd been up
most of the night. Mulder'd just gotten back from a trip yesterday, and
they'd spent hours celebrating his return.
"You promised you would help me plant the kitchen garden. It's too much for
one woman, even if she is a ghost," Sarah pointed out.
"You didn't say anything about the crack of dawn."
"You can drink this coffee, or I can pour it over you."
Green eyes shot open again at that threat, and they narrowed as he glared at
her. He sat up to grab the cups, dislodging a complaining Mulder.
"You're not going to go away, are you?" Alex asked in a disgusted tone.
"No." She smiled sweetly.
"Can we at least shower and have breakfast first?" Fox sounded remarkably
cranky, even for him.
"Breakfast yes, shower no. You're just going to get grubby," Sarah pointed
out sensibly at their immediate protest. "Besides which, we all know that if
you get into that shower, I won't see either of you again for at least an
hour."
They muttered under their breath, but they couldn't deny her accusation.
Mulder had just hoped she wouldn't think of it until it was too late.
"I have blisters," Mulder whined several hours later.
Alex favored him with an ill-humored glare but didn't bother to reply
verbally. His own hands were sore but not as bad as Mulder's since he led a
rather more active life. "They'll heal," he finally deigned to say, getting
a dirty look for his pains.
"There," Sarah said with satisfaction, materializing beside them, "that's
all the seeds planted and ready. I should have a good garden this year." She
nodded sharply, pleased. Hearing Mulder's complaints, she glanced over at
him with a reproving shake of the head. "Oh, stop whining, Fox. It's
absolutely ridiculous from a grown man.
"You boys finish up out here. I have to go get your dinner started. How you
ever survived with your cooking skills, or lack thereof, I'll never know!"
With that parting remark, Sarah vanished, leaving the two men to tidy up the
tools and seed packets strewn throughout the garden.
Mulder started to laugh, sinking down to lie flat on his back in the dirt.
Alex watched him, a little bemused but unable not to smile as his lover
convulsed with hilarity. "Something funny, Foxy?" he asked finally, standing
over the other man with a grin.
Mulder waved a hand in the general direction of the house. "Sarah, this,
everything," he got out between giggles. Eventually calming, he smiled at
his patiently waiting lover, who had knelt down at his side. "She makes me
feel like a kid sometimes, you know? I'm a grown man, but when she gives me
that look, I expect to be sent to bed without my dinner."
Alex snickered, but he couldn't disagree. Sarah might look like a sweet,
young girl, but the mind behind that ghostly face had raised countless
children and grandchildren in a far harsher time than this. She was more
than capable of putting them both in their places and wasn't hesitant about
doing so.
"In that case, Foxy, we'd better tidy up out here before she comes back,"
Alex pointed out with a chuckle.
Mulder didn't move. "In a while. There's still one type of seed we haven't
planted in this garden."
Alex frowned, looking around. "No," he said slowly, "everything's been
planted. There aren't any seeds left."
Mulder reached out and took Alex's hand, drawing it to his groin. The heat
of his lover's palm against him made his body stir, and he gasped softly.
"Yeah, there are," he insisted.
Alex's fingers flexed, feeling the hardening length beneath them, and he
smiled slowly. "I see what you mean. We certainly can't let this go to
waste." He petted Mulder lightly, teasing him into full erection, never a
difficult task.
"I knew you'd see it my way," Mulder replied, hips arching into Alex's
touch. "God, please, Alex!" he pleaded breathlessly, his body so attuned to
his lover that it took him only moments to reach full, aching arousal.
The green-eyed man shuddered slightly, taut with his own excitement and
reacting to his lover's responsiveness. "So beautiful," he murmured, leaning
down to fasten his mouth on Mulder's Adam's apple. He sucked, his teeth
occasionally scraping the sensitive flesh, while he worked Mulder's clothes
off, with the other man's eager cooperation. Done, he sat up, feasting his
eyes on the gorgeous body lying waiting for him.
He stood up to remove his own clothing, then sank back down to stretch out
full length at Mulder's side. He petted the pale body, pleased by the faint
golden tan Fox had acquired since they bought this place. Unable to resist,
his fingers curled around the flushed length rising from the curls at the
center of Mulder's body, and he slowly, teasingly, pumped his hand up and
down a couple of times.
Mulder gasped and arched into Alex's fist, already aching for his lover.
Ever since that very first night, all he'd had to do was think about Alex,
about what Alex did to him, and he was ready. If he were honest, it had
started long before that, of course, but the reality was ever so much better
than his fantasies. Alex's mouth latched onto a nipple, and Mulder's
thoughts fractured, leaving him a mindless, needy thing whose only interest
was getting more of the pleasure Alex gave him.
Listening to Mulder whimper and watching him squirm had Alex ready to
scream. He was so ready he was dripping. He took his hand away from Fox,
scraping up the precum with his fingers, and stared into the frantic hazel
eyes. "On your hands and knees," he rasped in a voice so guttural as to be
almost unrecognizable.
Still whining quietly, Mulder rolled to his belly and forced himself up onto
trembling arms and legs. His legs spread wide and his back arched, offering
himself to the man watching him so hungrily.
Alex bit down viciously on his lower lip to hold back a whimper of his own.
God, how he wanted this man! His fingers, still covered in Mulder's precum,
went to his lover's ass, quickly stretching him and slicking him with his
own fluids. Alex fisted his own cock, slicking himself as well, then moved
between Mulder's legs. Unable to resist, he rubbed the head along the length
of the crevice several times while Mulder cursed and pleaded, then slowly
pushed inside.
Both men sighed coarsely as Alex filled him, moving slowly to give Mulder a
chance to adjust. When his balls were pressed against Mulder's ass, Alex
paused for a long moment, his eyes closing as he savored the sensation. Then
he pulled back equally slowly till only very tip remained inside. Mulder
remained rigid, not moving for fear of losing even that small connection,
then Alex slammed back into him, making him see stars.
Mulder wailed his pleasure as Alex rode him hard and fast, his hands
clutching fistfuls of the soft earth. His arms gave way, and the new
position arched his back still more, allowing Alex to go even deeper inside
him. He was being filled, his prostate battered by the thick length claiming
him, his cock pumped inside the tight glove of Alex's fist. One of his hands
pressed against his mouth, muffling his cries, and the other plucked at a
rigid nipple. It was so good, too good, and he screamed Alex's name as he
exploded.
Mulder's orgasm, his body clamping down and rippling around him, was too
much for Alex, and he went rigid as he came only moments later, so deep
inside Mulder he wasn't sure they would ever come apart.
Still holding Mulder tightly to him to prevent their separation, Alex
twisted slightly and sank to the ground. They landed on their sides, with
Alex curled around his lover. "Love you, Foxy," he murmured as he nuzzled
Fox's neck.
"Love you too," Mulder replied huskily, content to lie in Alex's arms for a
time.
After a while, the damp earth beneath them became too chilly for comfort,
and they rose to their feet, stretching luxuriantly. Alex chuckled when he
glanced around and noticed that the empty seed packets and tools were gone.
"Enjoy the show?" he demanded of the empty air.
Sarah materialized, grinning. "Of course. Now get inside before you catch a
chill."
The men obeyed, laughing when a comment floated after them. "It'll be
interesting to see what grows there."
Challenges of Everyday Life
XVII
by Orithain
It was a sleepy Sunday morning in early spring, and Alex and Mulder wanted
nothing more than to curl up together in bed and do nothing but each other.
As plans went, it seemed a good one, but Sarah had other ideas. As usual,
they hadn't bothered to shut their bedroom door, so the ghost was free to
enter the room. Not that a shut door could block her, but she was scrupulous
in adhering to their bargain.
