The Changing Room, by Squidgie (from the mid 1990s)
This story contains a Male/Male graphic sexual encounter. If this is not
your cup of tea, or if you are under the age of 18 years, please do not
read this. Go and find something not so dirty.
All characters are owned by Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. No harm
is meant by this. This is purely fan-fiction. All comments are welcomed.
You can reach the author at walterh@squidge.org. All flames will be
properly extinguished with large doses of /dev/null.
This story takes place during the second season episode, Duane Barry. Mulder
and Krychek have reported to a hostage situation, and Mulder has begun dealing
and getting to know Duane Barry.
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“That’s it… I’m going in”, Agent Mulder said to himself. He felt there was
something real, something genuine about Duane Barry and his experiences, and
had to know first hand. The sudden loss of power, and the unexplained bright
light had provided him with his way in. Barry’s fear of being abducted had
caused him to fire his weapon, and one hostage was now down. But instead of
sending in two medics, Mulder had talked his way into posing as one. It was
the only way he would get in.
Mulder went about rationalizing his decision to the team, citing his background
with the criminal mind, his rapport with Duane, and everything else he could
throw at them. He glanced up at Agent Kazdin, her dark eyes hiding none of the
opinions she had of Mulder’s idea, much less Mulder at this point. “Don’t give
in to his psychosis” she kept reminding him. “Duane Barry is a sick, sick man.”
“I have to know this for myself.” Mulder shot back, and started walking, not
wanting to further be subject to the scorn from her eyes. He’d already secured
a uniform for himself, or at least almost. The black haired, blue eyed medic
was just about his size, and was currently in the building’s small restroom
changing out of it and into civvies. *knock* *knock* “You doing OK in there?”
Mulder asked as he wrapped on the door.
“Yeah” came the voice behind the door, and the door flung itself open. An
almost detached hand thrust the uniform to Mulder indignantly. As he reached
for the clothes, he noticed the arm, and most importantly the torso and body
to which it was connected. Lighter, soft hair covered the forearm, that led
to a very nicely shaped bicep. Following it with his eyes, he reached the
thick mat of hair that was the Medic’s chest. It seemed to be almost groomed,
it was so perfect. Two nipples jutted out like erasers, that made Mulder’s
mouth go dry, but it was the nice trail of hair that led to the top button of
the Medic’s jeans that almost did him in. It was pointing, almost inviting
Mulder to the wonderful package hidden underneath.
Mulder tried to regain his composure quickly, but it didn’t work. The sky blue
eyes looked cross at him, as one of the Medic’s eyebrows shot up. He grabbed
the clothing from the outstretched hand, and tried to make the most of the
situation. “Hmm… Looks like it’s cold in there” he tried, which only made
the eyebrow shoot up even more. The Medic reached back and grabbed his sweater,
threw another look his way, and hurriedly left the bathroom.
The agent shut his eyes, trying to block out the fact that he’d just made a
total ass of himself. “Oh well…”, he thought to himself. “I’ll make sure
someone else gets his uniform back to him, so I don’t go through *that* again.”
Opening his eyes, he looked around the small room, trying to figure out what
to do with his clothes once he got them off. After finding a hook just inches
above his head, he set the uniform down, and started tugging at his clothes.
Alex Krychek had returned. Slightly indignant, but returned none the less. It
seemed that he’d been deemed “coffee boy” sometime when his back was turned, as
the agents put in orders. “Years of training my ass…” he steamed, and whipped
around to go make a phone call. He caught something in his eye, but was too
late to avoid Agent Kazden and the remains of her cappucino. Before he knew it,
he had luke-warm coffee streaming down his side. “Thanks” he added,
sarcastically.
“I’ve outfitted one of you guys already… I don’t have clothes for two, you
know.” she said. This provoked a curious look from Alex. “While you were out,”
she explained, “Agent Mulder got it in his thick skull that he wants to go over
there. I tried to talk him out of it but he would have nothing of it. You’re
his partner, you try.”
Alex dropped the tissues he was using to dry himself off, and looked around.
“Where is he?” he asked, continuing to scan the room.
“Probably changing… I just saw the medic who donated his clothes walking away
from there,” she said, pointing to a back hall, “just a minute ago.”
“Thanks” said Alex, and headed off.
As he headed for the hallway, his mind wandered to thoughts of his partner in a
uniform. It didn’t help any that he had gotten his partner out of the pool,
wearing the skimpiest of bathing suits, just prior to coming to the scene.
Alex, who had had a thing for uniforms since his first boyfriend decided to go
out on Halloween all dressed up as a cop, was now really aching inside. But,
as he had a job to do, he tried to put it out of his head. As he arrived at
the door, he decided to make the most of the situation. Instead of knocking,
he reached for the knob. He smiled to himself when he turned, and found it
was not locked, then continued to turn and opened the door.
“OW!”
“What? What happened?” Alex questioned.
“Thanks for knocking me in the head, Krychek” said Mulder as he was pulling an
undershirt on. “What do you want to do next, break my arm?”
“Well,” Krychek started, as he took a long look at Mulder, who now had his back
to him, “I might consider it, if I can’t talk you out of this.”
“No deal, Krychek, I’m going, and you can’t make me change my mind.” He now
had pulled on the EMT shirt, and unzipped the loose fitting pants to tuck it
in. “That man is credible, and I need to get to him.”
Krychek pushed himself into the small room, closing the door behind him. “I
don’t think it’s such a good idea. The man’s a fruit cake, Mulder!”.
“I’ll be the judge of that. Now let me out.”
“No. I’m sorry, I can’t do that. I don’t think you should go. You need to
think about this.”
“Dammit Alex!” Mulder shouted, getting right into his partner’s face. “I have
to do this.” he added quietly, hoping his hushed tone would get him out of
there faster. He looked into the deep pools of green that were his partner’s
eyes. “I *need* to do this” he added, turning away. “So what’s it going to be?”
“Well, if you were a policeman,” he said, pointing to Mulder’s uniform, “I could
steal your night stick and make you stay here. But you’re not going to listen
to me…and I don’t have a night stick to bully you around with, now do I.”
“Tell you what… Next hostage situation I dress up as a cop, I promise.. Deal?”
Alex’s mind wandered back to his past, and before he could stop himself, he
gave a little laugh, saying, “I wish”. As soon as he realized what he’d said,
his face turned ashen, and his eyes darkened against his now reddening skin.
“I’m sorry, Mulder. I didn’t mean to say that.”
“‘s OK.” Mulder replied, his tone halfway between caution and excitement. “You
like that kind of thing, Krychek?”
Flushed, Krychek responded, “Just drop it Mulder… It’s not your scene, so
just drop it. I’m sorry I said it.”
“How do you know it’s not my scene? How do you know what makes my toes curl and
what doesn’t?” Now, throwing caution to the wind, he decided to add, “…and
how do you know I’m not hiding a night stick under this uniform?” That said,
he liesurly dropped his arms to his side, one hand tugging at the loose fabric
of his pants, showing a growing lump to the left of his zipper.
Alex had broken out in a cold sweat. As Mulder continued, his groping became
more pronounced, as did his hard cock’s outline in the drab blue pants. He
swallowed hard, as Mulder drew his face closer and closer, his green eyes
burning as hot as his skin that was now rubbing arm to arm with Krychek.
Mulder’s steaming breath was now on Alex’s neck, adding to his own extreme
heat. “All you gotta do is ask…” sighed Mulder, as he nuzzled against his
neck, planting light kisses just below his partner’s ear.
“Oh, Mulder” was what he had tried to say, but it became muffled, as Alex turned
his head, and drove his tongue deep into his partner’s mouth. It felt like
velvet. Alex’s hands were suddenly all over Mulder, exploring the body before
him, hungry for it. He wanted him; all of him. His hands went over Mulder’s
back, then to his chest, where his shirt was taken off in a flay of buttons and
fabric. His fingers found the pink nipples, waiting for his mouth to devour.
As his mouth worked, his hands found a mind of their own, digging into the
loose fabric of his new lover’s pants. As he kissed his way down, his hands
found what they were looking for…
“Suck it, Alex”, Mulder hissed… Not one to be disobedient, he fished out
Mulder’s rigid cock, and took it into one hand and his balls into another. A
flick of the tongue found his balls to be like silk, and he took one, then the
other into his mouth, rolling them around gingerly. By now, Mulder was
groaning loudly. Alex shot a hand up to Mulder’s mouth, to quiet him down,
but instead a finger was plunged into Mulder’s throat, showing him what Mulder
so desperately wanted. His finger receded out of Mulder’s mouth, and again
found the small mat of fur on his partner’s chest, seeking out the two small
prizes it held.
Alex softly let the balls slip from his mouth, and wound his other palm around
the rigid flesh that dangled in front of him hypnotically. He opened up to
accommodate the large member, while Mulder guided it into the warm mouth by
holding Alex’s head. Mulder thrusted his hips forward, causing Krychek to gag
slightly. After all, it’d been some time, and Mulder was larger than any other
he had gone down on. But within seconds, his throat opened up just like old
times, and Mulder was able to push his way deep into Alex’s mouth. Alex rested
his head against the door, and let Mulder do all of the work, taking from his
throat as he wanted to. By this time, his own cock hard and uncomfortable in
his suit pants, Alex had fished it out, and was pumping it furiously, stroke
to stroke with Mulder.
Mulder threw his head back, and Alex felt his partner’s balls drawing up into
their sack. He knew Mulder was close. With his free hand, he began stroking
Mulder’s testicles slowly, rolling them around between his fingers. This proved
all that his partner could take. As Mulder let out a throaty moan, Alex’s
felt spurt after spurt of warm, salty fluid fill his mouth. “Damn! He must not
have gotten off in weeks!” Alex thought to himself, as the fluid dripped from
the corners of his mouth. He continued to suck, swallowing as much of it as
he could take, all the while furiously working his member. Mulder
pulled back, and his now spent cock slowly withdrew from Alex’s mouth. Alex
felt two strong hands go under his armpits, and pulled him up from his kneeling
position, now face to face with Mulder. His partner lunged hungrily for Alex’s
mouth, wanting to taste himself on his tongue. Alex started moaning, and as
Mulder grabbed each of his nipples through his shirt, and twisted them almost
painfully, Alex shot his load all over Mulder’s now limp cock and stomach.
They stood motionless for a long while, neither wanting to spoil the moment.
Finally, with a deep penetrating kiss, they separated, finding their own
reflections in the room’s mirror.
“You know, I could get to like this, Krychek” Mulder said, as he searched for
some towels to clean himself up. “And I could *definatly* get used to it”,
which he followed with a quick peck on the lips.
Krychek got a coy look on his face, and said, “I could too. But one thing.”
“Yeah, Alex?”
Krychek smiled, “Just remember to wash that uniform before giving it back to
it’s owner.”
Mulder smiled, and started towards his partner. *KNOCK* *KNOCK* “Agent Mulder?
We’re ready to fit you with your vest and mic now” the voice said, from behind
the bathroom door.
Remembering where he was, and his original mission, Mulder replied back, saying
he’d be out soon, then waited for the footsteps outside of the door to quietly
fade out with the distance. Kryckek’s face turned down, momentarily forgetting
the passion they had shared and returning to the hostage situation at hand.
“I’ll be fine” urged Mulder, and put the palm of his hand gently on his
partner’s chest. Alex’s eyes rose to meet Mulder’s, and he smiled back. Yes,
he knew Mulder could handle himself.
“I know… Just be careful.”
“Well, if you can promise another performance like the one we just had, I
swear I will be.” He shot a smile to his partner, and left the small room,
ready for the task at hand.
finis
