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Leaning across the seat, Alex grabbed his lover by the scruff of his neck and took his mouth in a rough kiss. Sitting back, he licked his lips. With a smirk, he climbed out of the passenger side and slammed the door.
"What if I refuse to get out until you tell me?" Mulder asked.
"I don't know anyone to bring you a bowl of water," Alex called from the open hatch back.
Alex rolled over and groaned, no longer able to ignore the shrill hotel phone's insistent ringing. Sitting up, he squinted against the bright South Beach sun streaming through the balcony windows. "What?" he snapped into the receiver.
"Good morning to you to, sunshine," Mulder said, his naughty grin coming through in his amused voice.
"Where are you?" Alex asked, looking over at the other side of the bed.
"Lobby...throw on some clothes and come down. I ordered us breakfast."
"What time is it?" Alex yawned.
"Time to eat," Mulder said then hung up.
"Fuck," Alex said, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.
Alex couldn't help but smile at his lover who was lounging against the wall across from the elevator when he exited. "I thought you said you ordered for us," he said after greeting Mulder with a good morning kiss.
"Didn't wanna ruin the surprise," Mulder said, taking Alex by his good arm and tugging him toward the exit with the energy of a Golden Retriever puppy.
"Surprise? What surprise?" Alex asked suspiciously.
"Happy Birthday," Mulder said, coming to a halt in front of a 1962 convertible Cadillac.
"It's not...how did...?" Alex stuttered.
"I saw your driver's license at the airport. We celebrated my birthday—how come you didn't tell me yours was last month?"
"It didn't seem important," Alex said, his eyes locked on the lavender Caddy.
"Do you like it?" Mulder asked, chewing on his lower lip.
Alex wrapped his arm around Mulder's waist and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Thank you. This is incredible. I can't believe you remember that conversation; it was..."
"I remember everything about that night," Mulder whispered.
"Me too," Alex said leaning into Mulder's side.
"Come on, let's get some breakfast. I can't wait to get on the road," Mulder said, looking over his shoulder at the car.
Mulder sat slouched in the passenger seat, his feet propped on the dash as they sped down US 1. He couldn't help but smile as Alex sang along with Bono. Just the sound of his lover's melodic voice made him glad that he'd insisted that the mechanic replace the antique AM radio.
Feeling Mulder's eyes on him, Alex glanced over out of the corner of his eye. "What?" he asked.
"Nothing," Mulder said, turning to look out of the passenger side of the car.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine," Mulder said, looking back over at Alex. "More fine than I've been in a long time. I just don't want you accusing me of being sappy."
"What aren't you telling me?"
"Your voice turns me on," Mulder admitted, closing his eyes as he prepared himself for a ribbing.
Alex was silent for a good five minutes and then suddenly made a sharp turn onto a dirt road and followed it back until he found a deserted clearing. Putting the car in park, he shifted to face his lover.
Mulder gulped as he met Alex's intense gaze.
Crawling to his knees, Alex braced himself against the passenger door with his prosthesis and slowly ran his hand up the inside of Mulder's thigh. "Does my voice make you hard?" he purred as he kneaded Mulder through the crotch of his running shorts.
"God, Alex..."
"Tell me what you want?"
"Fuck me," Mulder gasped, arching up into Alex's hand.
Pulling his hand away, Alex sat back on his heels.
"What?" Mulder asked, confused.
"You don't really want that, not after what you told me about Phoebe."
"I'm not letting her—"
Alex leaned forward and rested his hand in the curve of Mulder's neck. Drawing him close, he gently claimed his lover's mouth. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable in a hotel room?" he asked.
"You really can't get better than this," Mulder said, tilting his head back to look at the moon and stars shining against the black night sky.
Shaking his head incredulously, Alex climbed out of the car.
"Where you going?" Mulder asked.
"Supplies," Alex said, nodding toward the trunk.
Mulder opened the glove compartment and took out lube, condoms and a hand towel.
"You planned this," Alex accused.
"I was hoping."
"Come here," Alex said.
Mulder set the supplies on the dash, slid across the seat, and joined Alex outside of the car.
Holding Mulder firmly by the chin, Alex said, "I promise that if you need me to, I'll stop."
"I know; I trust you," Mulder replied.
"Front of the car," Alex said.
"What?" Mulder asked.
"Logistics."
Complying, Mulder grabbed the items off the dash and then went to lounge against the side of the car. He watched as Alex collected a blanket from the trunk.
Alex placed the blanket over the hood and took the supplies from Mulder, setting them within easy reach. "You sure you're okay with this?"
"I'm having a ball."
"Assume the position, asshole," Alex smirked.
Mulder licked his lips as he draped himself over the blanket-covered hood.
"Drop your shorts, unless you want me to talk you to orgasm."
"Don't think you couldn't," Mulder replied, letting the soft material pool at his feet.
"We just might have to try that some time," Alex said, kissing Mulder on the shoulder before resting his forehead against the back of his lover's head.
"I think you're more nervous than I am."
"I haven't done this...not since before—" Alex stopped himself, unable to say it out loud.
"That's what you meant by logistics, isn't it?" Mulder asked as he reached back and stroked Alex's hip. "Tell me what you need me to do."
"I think we need to rethink this position," Alex said, righting himself.
Mulder rose, turned and found that Alex had his back to him and was looking off into the woods. Stepping up behind him, Mulder wrapped his arms around Alex's abdomen and chest and lovingly licked and kissed his neck. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking," he whispered against his lover's ear.
"Don't be sorry," Alex said turning in Mulder's arms. "The first thing you see when you look at me isn't a cripple."
"How could you think...? You really don't see yourself that way, do you? Is that the way you see me?" Mulder asked.
Alex closed his eyes and shook his head.
"Look at me." When Alex continued to avoid eye contact, Mulder repeated the words, using more steel in his voice.
Lifting his emerald eyes, Alex met Mulder's gaze steadily.
"So we make some adjustments," Mulder said. "Big deal. In case you haven't noticed neither of us are getting younger. Are you going to throw in the towel when neither of us can get it up without pharmacological assistance?"
Alex snickered.
"At least you haven't lost your sense of humor," Mulder said, planting his hand in the center of Alex's chest and walking him backwards toward the car. "How was that you put it? Oh yeah, assume the position."
Alex positioned himself over the hood and reached down for his button fly.
"Oh, no you don't. That's mine," Mulder said, taking Alex's hand and placing it on the blanket. "I don't want you to move."
"I thought you wanted me to—"
"I do. Later," Mulder said tugging open Alex's jeans and shoving them down his legs. There was something very hot about that round, bare ass peaking out from under the black leather jacket. He was sure that he looked stupid walking around with his bare ass hanging out below his tattered T-shirt, but Alex looked good enough to eat. Chuckling, Mulder thought, Alex always looked good enough to eat.
"What?" Alex asked.
"Just admiring the view," Mulder said, coating his middle and index fingers with a liberal amount of lube. Stroking gently, he coaxed his lover into expecting one finger and then two.
"Will you fuck me already?" Alex said impatiently.
"Patience is a virtue," Mulder said, as he slowly fucked Alex with his fingers.
"Damn it, F—Mulder," Alex complained.
"I wanna hear you say it."
"What?"
"My name, I wanna hear you say it."
"You hate it," Alex gasped as Mulder removed his fingers. "Besides, it's too weird."
Mulder rolled the condom over his hard cock and pressed the head into Alex. Feeling his lover adjust, he refused to move. "You want the rest?" he asked.
"You aren't funny," Alex said, trying to push himself back onto Mulder's cock.
Holding him firmly by the hips, Mulder waited.
"What the fuck?"
"I told you. I want you to say my name," Mulder said. "You slipped up a minute ago and almost said it. That means you've thought about it."
"Fox," Alex said. "Satisfied?"
"Not yet," Mulder said, plunging deep into Alex's body.
"Please," Alex said, reaching for his dick.
Mulder took Alex's hand and placed it back on the blanket.
Alex keened at Mulder's impossibly lazy rhythm.
"Harder?" Mulder asked.
"If I said yes, would it matter?"
"Maybe," Mulder said, beginning to thrust a little harder.
Alex moaned as he pushed back to meet Mulder's thrusts.
"Better?"
Managing a small nod, Alex reached for Mulder's hand and pressed it to his dick. "Please," he gasped.
Mulder wrapped his long fingers around Alex's cock and with firm, strong strokes urged him to come. Feeling the tension leave his lover's tense body, he kissed the back of his head.
Don't Stop Me Now - Queen
Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky
I'm burnin' through the sky yeah
Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time
Yeah, I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
I'm burnin' through the sky yeah
Don't stop me don't stop me
Oh, I'm burnin' through the sky yeah
Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time The End
Stalled in Fargo VI
by Siberian Skys
Mulder pulled the Range Rover into a parking space and cut the engine. "I thought we were going on a road trip; care to tell me what we're doing at Hector International?"
I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out - yeah
And floating around in ecstasy
So don't stop me now don't stop me
'Cause I'm having a good time having a good time
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go go go
There's no stopping me
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
Don't stop me now ('Cause I'm having a good time)
Don't stop me now (Yes I'm havin' a good time)
I don't want to stop at all
On a collision course
I am a satellite I'm out of control
I am a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh oh oh oh oh explode
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you
Don't stop me hey hey hey
Don't stop me don't stop me
Ooh ooh ooh, I like it
Don't stop me don't stop me
Have a good time good time
Don't stop me don't stop me ah
Oh yeah
Alright
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time (wooh)
Just give me a call (alright)
Don't stop me now ('Cause I'm having a good time - yeah yeah)
Don't stop me now (Yes I'm havin' a good time)
I don't want to stop at all
