by Peach
"Fox, what's wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Fox, the sink is stainless steel and that's a good thing because if it were
enamel, it would be worn away. Now put the brush down and tell me what
happened."
"We had a fight and Alex is being a prick."
"And?"
"And, nothing."
"Fox, there has to be more to it then that. Come on, tell me."
"Why don't you go ask your Alexei."
Walter stood looking at Fox for a long moment. His mind went back over the
morning before he left to run errands. He knew from the sneer after the word
'your' that the fight must have concerned him in some way.
While it bothered him that they had been fighting, he still saw it as an
opportunity. Up until this point, they had been very polite and that couldn't
last in any household long. So this could end up being a good thing if he
handled it well. That would mean not taking sides, no matter how much he might
want to.
"If you won't talk to me, I guess I have no other choice. Do you know where he
is?"
"I don't give a fuck where he is."
"Ok. I'll go find him. Will you put away the groceries, please?"
Walter turned to leave the kitchen as Fox moved to the table and started
unloading the food. It didn't take him long to find Alex. He was in the bedroom
stuffing his clothes in a duffel bag. Walter stood in the doorway watching until
Alex noticed him there.
"Don't worry, I'll be out of here soon. Give me another five minutes."
"Would you like to tell me what happened? All I could get out of Fox was that
you had a fight."
"What difference does it make? You're going to take his side, so it's best if I
just go."
"I just want to know what happened. You guys seemed ok when I left. It can't be
worth leaving your leaving home."
"It's not my home, it's yours and his. I'm just the whore you guys fuck."
Walter frowned then. What on earth could have caused Alex to revert to thinking
that way? Surely, Fox hadn't said that to him. Well, one thing was certain. Fox
and Alex needed to work this out without him. Anything he might say would appear
to them as though he were taking sides. It was clear from what little they had
said that each was calling the other his favourite.
Walter's management skills came into play. The best way to resolve conflict was
to get the people involved together and let them talk it out. Unfortunately,
this was his personal life so he couldn't just order them to sit down and talk.
There was one place he could put them and keep them until they talked.
The basement.
He decided to let Alex complete packing while he got Fox into the basement.
Moving quickly, he went back downstairs. Fox was putting the last grocery bag in
the container when he reached the kitchen.
"Fox, could you go down and fold the clothes in the dryer. There is a load in
the washer that also needs to go in and another load sorted for washing."
Fox didn't speak, he just went down the stairs. Good, one down, one to go,
Walter thought. He hurried back to the entry hall just as Alex came down the
steps.
"I'll leave the car at the bus station. You guys can pick it up later."
"Alex, if you're going to leave us without even trying to talk it out, won't you
at least kiss me goodbye?"
Walter used his most hangdog expression. The one that always seemed to get him
whatever he was after with Alex. For a minute there, he thought it wasn't going
to work. Alex dropped the bag with a groan and moved into Walter's open arms.
Walter put everything he had into the kiss. Did his damnedest to make it a
Princess Bride kind of kiss. He felt Alex getting hard against him. Walter
worked his way down to that spot on his throat that made Alex babble.
Alex didn't even notice that Walter had lifted him and was walking with him. He
did however notice when Walter sat him down on the top step of the basement
steps. Before he could move, Walter had jumped back and closed the door in his
face.
The screech of rage, a fist hitting the door hard enough to make it vibrate
caused Walter to grin in a decidedly feral way.
"I'd advise you to stop that, Alex. The door is very solid and you'll only hurt
your hand. I'll let the two of you out when you've worked it out. I just hope
you do it before bedtime because I'd planned on being in the middle tonight."
Alex stood staring at the door, realising that Walter was right. His hand was
throbbing from hitting the oak door. To add insult to injury, his dick was still
hard from Walter's earlier attention. He turned and saw Fox standing at the
bottom of the stairs.
One word exploded from his mouth. "FUCK!"
On the other side of the door, Walter grinned and then went to see what he could
put together for supper. Mind you, all the while, he kept an ear out for sounds
of two men exchanging blows. As he stood in front of the pantry, he decided to
make both his boys' favourite dishes. It would make for an interesting meal.
Alex sat on the top step. He wasn't going down the stairs. Damn it, he wasn't
going to apologise. Fox always got his way and Alex was sick of it.
Walter, had he been able to read Alex's mind at that moment would have been
happy to hear those thoughts. Walter wanted them to be more equal. He knew that
Alex went along, and he had let it happen, waiting for them to establish a
pecking order. Of course, he was hoping they would find a way to 'play well with
others'.
He also knew that they both played that game of 'you love him more' even if it
was never said out loud. He hummed as he worked on dinner. Cooking always
soothed him and tonight he was cooking what would normally be two meals.
Fox had walked back over to the old kitchen table that they used for folding
laundry and finished the clothes. He was fuming as much as Alex was. He couldn't
believe Walter had locked them up down here. Walter never locked any of the
inside doors. Damn it! Why didn't he just let them pout until Alex came and
apologised, like always.
Alex stayed on the stairs until his bladder was screaming, then he hammered on
the door.
"Walter, let me out of here! I need to piss."
"There's a bucket down there, use that."
"Goddamn it, Walter Sergei Skinner! Let me the fuck out."
"Ohhh, all three names. I'm quaking here. Use the bucket, Alex, and you guys
talk it out. Whatever it is. I'm baking a chocolate cake. I bought shrimp for
scampi. I'm making the little red potatoes to go with it. Tell Fox I'm making
pasta just the way he likes. Plenty of carbs for when he goes running tomorrow.
That is, if you guys are out of there by then. I haven't heard anything that
sounds like conversation coming from down there." Walter's voice had gone from
teasing to stern to wheedling then back to stern.
"Fuck you."
"I'd much rather be doing that but my lovers are being pig headed and I have
dinner to cook."
Walter reached to open the vent in the bottom of the door just enough to let the
smells of dinner slip through. The aroma of chocolate cake baking made Alex's
mouth water. He realised that he hadn't eaten lunch. When Walter did the
shopping, they usually skipped lunch because he brought home junk food. Alex
hadn't been able to convince him that he should eat before shopping.
He sat there a few more minutes until his bladder was telling him it was going
to explode. Getting to his feet, he stomped down the stairs. Ignored Fox and
grabbed the mop bucket, going to the corner to pee. As he started toward the
stairs, Fox spoke for the first time.
"What the fuck did you tell him? I can't believe he locked us up down here."
"Look, Mulder, I tried to just leave. He tricked me."
"What do you mean you tried to leave?"
"I packed my clothes. I was going to leave the car at the bus station for you
guys to pick up later. The whore is leaving just as soon as possible. I won't be
in your way any more."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Look, I knew it was too good to last. I know you never really wanted me here. I
know I'm not good enough for you two. Today you just reminded me of my place,
that's all."
"You were packing? You really intended to leave?"
"Not intended, intend."
"So, you're going to run out on him. He loves you, you know."
"He'll get over it. He'll have you."
"How long do you think he'll want me if I drive away the man he loves?"
"He doesn't really love me. He just tells himself that so he doesn't feel guilty
about fucking me."
"You're wrong, Alex. He loves you. He loved you before he loved me. If I had
been the one packing, he would have let me leave."
Walter had everything going for dinner so he decided to see if he could hear any
conversation coming from the basement. He took a seat next to the vent in the
door just in time to hear Alex say that he didn't love him. Fox's reply shocked
him just as much. He realised then that Fox wasn't as secure as he pretended.
Seemed like he wasn't communicating any better with them than he had with
Sharon. He wanted to open the door and go gather them in his arms but decided to
wait. After all, he had put them down there to talk out their feelings. Part of
him knew that had to be settled first. Then he could work on letting them know
that he wanted, needed, and loved both of them.
"No, he wouldn't. He'd keep you here. You're the good one, the beloved one. I'm
just a hot piece of ass. You were right. That's all I'm good for."
"What? That's not all you're good for."
"Sure it is. Why else do you always get your way? We always go where you want
to go on the weekends. My suggestions never get heard."
"That's not true, we don't always go where I want."
"Yeah, Mulder, it is, we do."
Now Walter had an idea of what started the fight. Fox had wanted to go to a new
exhibit at the museum and Alex had mentioned a new movie he wanted to see. Fox
had made some remark about the movie being something they could see on video but
the exhibit wouldn't be there long.
Walter's mind catalogued every weekend they had spent together since Alex had
moved in with them. Damn, he was right! They did always end up doing what Fox
wanted to do. From the silence he knew Fox was thinking back, too.
"God, Alex, you're right. I'm sorry. I never got to do what I wanted as a child
and Walter has let me have my way since we've been together. I guess I figured
you were doing the same thing. I'm sorry."
"Ok. You think Walter will let us out now."
"I don't think we're through talking. I think maybe we have more to say to each
other. I need to know why you've gone back to calling me Mulder and what I said
that made you call yourself a whore."
"Look, let's just tell Walter we kissed and made up and when he's at work on
Monday, I'll leave. You won't have to deal with me any more."
"Is that what you think, Alex? That I've been dealing with you? I love you,
you idiot."
Walter was holding his breath, waiting for Alex's response.
"You've never told me."
"Sure I have. Lots of times."
"Only when you were coming. Even my johns said it then. That doesn't mean
anything."
"It does with me. I had a hard time telling Walter outside of bed, too. I'm
sorry it's taken me so long to tell you. I'm sorry too for whatever it was I
said that made you think I see you as a whore, because I don't. You are our
beautiful sexy lover."
"You really see me that way? You don't mind what I used to do?"
"Alex, it's not like you wanted to do that. You were forced to do it. It was
before we even knew you."
It got quiet then and Walter opened the door carefully. Leaving his shoes by the
door he walked quietly down the stairs. Fox was holding Alex in his arms and
Walter could tell he was trying for that Princess Bride kind of kiss, too. He
turned and just as quietly left them alone. Make up sex is some of the best and
this needed to be between just the two of them.
He was putting dinner on the table when they knocked at the door.
"Walter, we're starving. We worked it all out. Can we please have some dinner?"
He opened the door to his two lovers. They were both still flushed from their
lovemaking, lips swollen, eyes shining, with their hands intertwined. He smiled
and pulled them to him for a three-way hug.
They ate dinner quietly and afterward Alex and Fox sent him to watch TV while
they cleaned up. When they were finished they came to get him, Alex leading him
upstairs while Fox locked up the house. In their bedroom, Alex pulled Walter
close and put all his love into the kiss he gave him.
"Did I hear someone say he wanted to be in the middle tonight?"
Walter pulled back and grinned at them.
"You sure did. And I expect to be fucked so good that I pass out from the
pleasure."
Alex grinned at Fox. "Think we can manage that, lover?"
"Yeah, I think we can. Shall we flip a coin for who gets bottom?"
"I'll let you pick since you let me decide where we are going tomorrow."
"May I know where you boys are planning on taking me tomorrow?"
"Walter, we're taking you to the movies. We're going to sit in the back so if
the movie gets boring we can grope you." Fox leered at him.
Walter looked toward the ceiling and uttered almost too low for them to hear.
"Let the movie be boring, please."
Fox laughed as he turned down the bed. Looking over his shoulder, he smiled as
Alex undressed and he saw the marks he had left on him earlier. Walter smiled
too remembering the sounds he had heard coming up from the basement earlier.
It didn't take long for the three of them to get naked and Walter watched as Fox
kissed Alex then got on the bed, legs up and spread wide for him. Alex waited
while Walter got on the bed, quickly lubing and entering Fox.
Walter leaned down to torture Fox's nipples as his Alexei made him ready. When
Alexei pushed inside him, he groaned against Fox's nipple with the pleasure. Fox
shivered at the combination of Walter working his nipple and Alex's movements
pushing Walter deeper inside him.
Walter stayed as he was, kissing and sucking first one nipple then the other.
Alex was riding him hard, pulling him up so he slipped part way out of Fox then
driving into him, pushing him back deep into Fox. Fox was panting as Walter's
mouth drove him crazy. The feel of Walter's stomach rubbing against his cock
with each of Alex's movements making him leak pre-come.
Walter was making those noises he only made while being fucked in his ass. The
sounds added somehow to the stimulation to Fox's nipple. Fox watched Alex over
Walter's back as he worked to make it last. Fox knew how difficult that was.
Walter was so tight that he almost came just from getting all the way inside
him.
Fox knew when Alex was about there. His eyes fluttered close and his head was
back, throat exposed. Had he been in the middle Walter would be sucking on that
alabaster throat. The noises from Walter told him he was getting close, too.
Walter raised enough to get his big hand wrapped around Fox's dick to stroke
him. It didn't take much. Fox shouted his love for them as he filled Walter's
hand with come. Walter's jerking told his lovers that he was filling Fox's sweet
ass. Alex slammed into Walter so hard he was amazed that the bed didn't collapse
and whimpered as he made his own deposit in Walter.
Alex fell forward onto Walter's back but somehow Walter managed not to drop
their combined weight onto Fox. When they could breath easily again, Alex pulled
out slowly, Walter doing the same. A quick shower, then back to bed. Alex in the
middle this time. He had told them he liked being in the middle because he felt
safe between them. He hadn't felt safe most of his life but he did here with
them.
Walter fell asleep thinking that they still had things to work out but today had
been a good start.
alter came home from the store to find Fox scrubbing the kitchen sink. He knew
right away that something was wrong. Usually his two boys worked on a room until
it was clean then moved to the next room. Alex was no where in sight.
