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That so much change should come when thou dost go, Motel rooms, motel rooms, motel rooms. How much of my life have I spent in
fucking Motel 6 and Best Western, or Holiday Inn when I'm flush? I examine the
hair I taped across the gap between the door and its frame before I left this
morning. Still intact. I'm not here on any SIGNIFICANT errandnothing that
would matter to the Old Men or the ones they served, but it's better to be
careful.
In the room I quickly throw the deadbolt, not trusting the automatic lock that
the management has provided, then kick a small wedge of wood under the door.
Let's see anyone get in without a SWAT battering ram.
Finally satisfied with the security precautions (can't do a damn thing about
that fucking window, but at least it's SMALL), I twitch the curtains shut a
little tighter. Drawing my gun from the holster that hangs under my arm, I
flick off the safety and give the room a quick, but thorough check. I even look
under the low-slung bed (Mulder told me about that weird-ass family of
incestuous mutants who kept Mom on a scooter board under the bed. Talk about a
mental image.)
When I'm sure that the place is clear, I lay the gun on the night stand, not
bothering to put the safety back on. After all, I'm the only one in this room,
and I'm not going to accidentally blow my foot off. Anyway, in the event that
someone else DOES get into the room, and I have to use my gun, well... I don't
want the safety on then, do I?
Sighing, I start to undress. Let's see, it's nine here, that means it's around
midnight back in D.C. Damn, I guess I'd better not call Fox, since he has to go
to work tomorrow. I wish I'd thought of it earlier.
When I'm stripped to my dark blue jockeys, I flip the spread down to the foot of
the bed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, I debate showering now, or in the
morning. If I were back east, I'd see if I could drag Mulder in with me. Damn,
he's fun when he's wet.
I stretch, grunting as cartilage cracks, feeling the tightness in my muscles. I
better get to a gym pretty soon. This gig isn't as vigorous as my old action
was, and I don't want to get out of shape. Not only would it be dangerous, but
now I have someone to stay hard for.
The phone rings. I'm startled, and it takes me three rings to answer it. It's
either my contact in the security company, or... "Hello?"
"Hey."
I smile, feeling the tension begin to ease from my body. "Hey, yourself."
"I got the number off the answering machine. Where have you been?"
"Remember, mother, it's later for you than it is for me. I just got back from
supper. What are you doing up so late?" There's silence on the other end.
"Babe? C'mon, what are you doing?"
"Just feeling kind of lonely."
I settle back on the bed, propping myself on the pillows. There's a wistfulness
in his voice that I know I need to deal with. Just hearing it makes me feel
lonely, and I don't need any help for that. "You've been alone before."
"I know." He's silent again. When he speaks, his voice is low, and almost
puzzled. "It's different now."
"Why is it different?"
"You know."
"Tell me."
There's a soft laugh. "That so much change should come when thou dost go, is
mystery that I cannot ravel quite."
"Oh, and you're an expert mystery raveler, Mulder. Mm, not Teasdale?"
"Helen Hunt Jackson. 'To An Absent Lover'."
"You're so good at this, Mulder. Yes, I've heard that one."
"The very house seems dark as when the light of lamps goes out."
"You telling me that you're lying there in the dark?"
"Yes. All alone, in the dark."
"What are you wearing?"
Again he chuckles. "The checked boxers you gave me for April Fools Day."
"Take them off." I hear his soft intake of breath. "You missing me, Fox?"
"God, yes."
"Then take them offslowly." I hear the rustle of cloth, and I run my fingers
lightly over the bulge that is starting to rise inside my shorts. "Close your
eyes, and touch yourself." Quiet breathing. "I'm touching you, Fox. Can you
feel it? Can you feel my hands on you?"
A quiet moan. "Yes."
I push my shorts down, freeing my prick. Amazing. I'm already half-hard. Oh,
Fox, what you do to me. "Keep talking to me. I want to hear the rest of the
poem."
"Each wonted thing doth grow so altered, that I wander to and fro bewildered by
the most familiar sight. That's what I did tonightI just roamed around the
apartment. The couch wasn't right, because you weren't sitting on it. The bed
isn't right, because you aren't lying here with me."
I stroke myself, eyes closed, as I imagine Fox in that bed that we've shared so
often. "Are you touching me, Fox?"
"Yes, Alex. I'm holding your cock. You're so warm."
"I'm with you now. I can see you, and you're beautiful. Your mouth is swollen
from where I've been kissing you. You make me crazy." I pull at myself quickly
and firmly, imagining his long-fingered hand wrapped around me. "I feel like
one who rouses in the night from dream of ecstasy," my voice catches, and it
takes me a moment to continue. "and cannot know at first if he be sleeping or
awake." He moans, and I grow harder. "Keep talking. You're slick now, aren't
you?"
"Yes."
"Your pre-come is delicious, Mulder. Let me taste it." There's a soft, wet
sound that makes me twitch. I know that he has lifted his hand to his mouth and
is licking away the warm, salty fluid.
"My foolish heart so foolish for thy sake hath grown, dear one!" he breathes,
his voice husky, wavering.
I hear the quick, patting sounds of flesh-on-flesh as he masturbates, and the
thought of him touching himself, imagining that it's me, almost brings me to the
edge myself.
His voice is strained, almost sobbing now. "Teach me to be more wise. I blush
for all my foolishness doth lack." He gasps deeply, his voice a whimper. "I
fear to seem a coward in... in thine eyes."
"Now, Fox! Come for me now, sweetheart! Now, with me."
I hear the choked cry that has become so dear and so familiar. "Alex!" The
sound of my name called with such passion and longing does it. I answer him as
I come, my seed spilling on my belly.
For a few moments there is silence, except for the sound of our breathing. Even
though we are thousands of miles apart, we are close enough now for it to
mingle. At last I say, "Better?"
I smile when I hear the purr. "You've got such a good touch."
I laugh. "We ought to hang up. This is long distance, and I know how much you
make. It would've been cheaper if you'd called a 900 line."
"Alex!" The tone isn't hurt (he knows I'm joking), but it's mildly exasperated.
"How much longer are you going to be out there?"
"Two more days, maybe three." There's a pause. "I'll call YOU tomorrow. I can
put it on my expense account."
"They won't give you grief over it?"
"They know I'm worth it. Are you going to be all right now?"
"Yeah. But call, okay?"
"Sure, babe." Silence. We aren't good at saying good-bye to each other, Fox
and I.
At last I hear him whisper, "Teach me, dear one,but first thou must come
back!" There's a click, then the buzz of a dial tone.
I put the receiver back on the hook and reach for a tissue from the box on the
night stand. As I begin to wipe myself down, I murmur, "That so much change
should come when thou dost go..."
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Title: When Thou Dost Go Author: Scribe Fandom: X Files Pairing: Krycek/Mulder Status: Finished Series/Sequel: The Poetic Series Feedback: poet_77665@yahoo.com Website: http://www.angelfire.com/grrl/scribescribbles Poetic series at http://www.angelfire.com/grrl/foxluver Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, neither do I make any profit from this venture. Summary: In 'The Essence That Is You', Alex was preparing to go on a trip. Now, in a hotel room, he receives a call from his lonely lover. Rating: NC-17 |
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