Beginnings
by Surreal
Feedback!: surreal666@hotmail.com; as always, all 
comments are welcome and will be rewarded with a 
big, fat cybersmooch.
Category: Langly/Byers
Rating:  Oh, baby...NC/17 for heavy geeksmut
Disclaimer:  How I wish they were mine.  But alas, they
still belong to Chris Carter.  At least he's letting them out
to play on their own show pretty soon!
Summery:  The boys have to start somewhere...
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**"God, John...I want you...please..."**

    Byers awoke with a start, gasping as the last traces of 
the dream faded from his mind.
    It was the same dream he had been having for several
years, not always the same situation, but always the same
outcome.  
    He was having sex.  With Ringo Langly.
    At first he had simply brushed off the dreams, attributing
them to overhearing too many discussions between Langly and
Frohike about whatever porn film they had last seen.  
    Living with them for over ten years, he had gotten used
to their habits, their lifestyles.  Over the years he had 
sneaked into the kitchen for a glass of water in the middle of 
the night more times than he can remember, and more times
than he cared to remember he had peaked into the living 
room only to be greeted with the site of Langly, or Frohike,
watching some random sex flick, with their hand in their
pants.  
    This was normal, he always told himself.  God knows he
had seen it before, with numerous college roommates.  He
had done it himself, despite his rather conservative 
upbringing discouraging such unacceptable behavior.
    He had never had any homosexual tendencies, at least
none that he knew of.  He was still very fuzzy on the details.
Whatever; all he knew was, when the dreams started, he 
began to see things in a new light.  
    Instead of quickly turning away and practically running
back to his room, he would stay for a moment, maybe more,
and watch Langly...watch him as he touched himself.  
    When they shared the bathroom in the mornings, one 
shaving, one showering, or both brushing their teeth, he 
would find himself drifting; his mind would imagine what 
it would be like to...
    Oh, Jesus.  He would mentally slap himself back to reality.
Langly had never shown any interest in him as anything but
a devoted friend and occasionally frustrating roommate.
    Of course, Byers couldn't, could NOT, make any indication
of his desires.  It just was not in him to be so forward, 
especially with the voice of his father in the back of his 
mind, scolding him for even thinking about something so...
what?  Wrong?  Was it wrong to have feelings for someone
within his own sex?  
    Byers just could not face this, no matter how much it 
frustrated him, no matter how many times it woke him up
in the middle of the night.
    He would go on as he always had.  After the very intense
dreams he would curse himself internally, and have no choice
but to reach into his briefs to relieve the built-up pressure.


    "Morning, John," Langly greets him sleepily in the bathroom
the next morning. 
    Byers blushes, suddenly remembering vividly the dream of 
the night before.  "Morning," he mumbles, keeping his gaze
focused on the task of applying toothpaste to his toothbrush.
    Brief, ill-advised glimpse and he takes note;  Langly is
wearing nothing but boxers.  God help him.
    "Sleep well?"  
    "Hmmm?"  'Great response, Johnboy.  At least try to appear 
civil.  He doesn't know about your little problem, and there's 
no way in hell he is ever GOING to know.'
    Langly smiles at him, meeting his gaze in the mirror's
 reflection.  "Been dipping into the decaf already, dude?"
    "Fwhach?" Byers nearly chokes on his toothbrush.  He 
leans over to spit, then stays there to try and calm his overly
sensitive nerves.  
    He doesn't realize how long he stayed in that position, eyes
closed, until Langly rests a concerned hand on his back.  "Hey,
man, you okay?" the younger man asks gently.
    Byers raises his head to meet the other man's eyes in the 
mirror.  "Yeah," he nods, then coughs.  "Sorry, guess I didn't 
get much sleep."  Shit.  Did that just slip out of him?  
    Apparently the slight wobble in his voice doesn't get past
Langly.  Despite his usually crude and sarcastic sense of humor 
in public, Langly was actually very sensitive to his friends in
private, much to their surprise.  Byers appreciated this, even
in his currently embarrassing situation.  
    Langly rubs his hand over Byers' back gently.  "You want
to talk about it?"
    'Ye--, fuck, no!  I mean, shit.'  How could he?  How do you tell
your roommate that you have been having sexual dreams about 
him for years?  "Um...no, it's nothing.  I--," he stumbles over his
words, trying to think of a quick way to get out of this room 
fast without being rude.  And that hand...the strong, soothing
hand was NOT helping him make up his mind.  He fought the 
urge to lean back into the touch.
    "John, whatever it is, you can tell me.  Trust me, I'm sure
you can't surprise me."
    'Really?  Can I really trust you not to freak out, to think I'm
some kind of...I don't even know...'  His mind struggles to 
come up with something for him to say out loud.  
    'It's now or never, kiddo,' a voice cuts through the tangle
in his mind.  
    Byers takes a deep breath, and lowers his gaze back to the
sink.  "Langly...um, do you ever think about...I mean," Shit.
This isn't working.  'Now or never...'  "Do you ever have
dreams...about other guys?  I mean, um, s-sexual dreams?"
Jesus Fucking Christ!  How did he manage to actually get
that out without throwing up?  His stomach was clenched
into a tight knot from nervous tension.
    The silence nearly killed him.  Was it too late to run?  To
laugh and brush it off as a joke?  
    The hand never broke contact with him, it just stopped 
moving.
    Byers looked up cautiously into the mirror, and was shocked
to see Langly smiling at him.  "Of course, John," he finally
says, his voice soft and reassuring.  "Every guy does at some
point.  Is that what you're upset about?"
    A wave of relief passes through Byers' body and he releases
the breath he didn't know he was holding.  He feels a tiny,
shy smile curl his mouth.  "Yeah..."
    Langly laughs softly, without a hint of sarcasm.  "John, it's
okay.  It took me many years and more than a few drinks to get
up the nerve to ask Frohike the same question."  The hand was 
moving again, reaching up to squeeze his shoulder.  
    This time, Byers did lean into the touch before he could 
catch himself.  Blushing again, he hoped the other man hadn't 
noticed.  He started putting away his things, preparing to get
out of Langly's way so the younger man could shower.
    As he turned to leave, a firm grip on his arm stopped him 
in his tracks.
    "John?"
    Oh...god.  "Yeah?"
    Were those fingers stroking his arm, or was he losing his
mind?  Quite possibly both.  He lifted his head to meet Langly's
eyes.  "Is there anything else you want to tell me?  About your
dreams, or whatever?"  The tone was gentle, encouraging.
    Byers was quite sure he had already gone too far, said too 
much.  But why stop now?  "Uh...actually, yes," he says, keeping
his eyes locked with his friend's.  "The dreams...they were 
about...um, people I know."
    Langly steps closer, as if reading Byers' mind.  Maybe he 
was...'maybe this is just another dream,' Byers thinks suddenly.
    But the other man was too...there, too solid, too blonde, too...
beautiful.  
    "Yeah?" Langly breaths, barely above a whisper.
    Byers swallows hard, then nods slightly.  "Yeah," he echoes.
    With that, Byers was convinced that Langly knew...somehow,
he just KNEW.
    The hand moved down to rest on Byers' own hand, a gentle
touch but not in any way uncertain.  
    Byers is stunned when Langly suddenly leans forward and
touches his lips to his own.  Nothing more than a simple, gentle
pressure and the older man knew he wasn't dreaming.  This was
so much better than anything his mind could have produced.  
    Soft, warm feeling and their eyes never drifted away.  The
younger man pulls away, as if afraid he's overstepped his
boundaries.  
    Byers reaches up with his free hand and strokes the backs of 
his fingers down Langly's cheek.  The younger man smiles, 
closing his eyes and nuzzling into the caress.  Byers opens his
hand, cupping the sharp, pointed chin in his palm as he leans
forward to return the kiss.  A little more bold.  
    Langly smiles at him as they break the kiss, then wraps his 
arms around Byers.  Byers hums softly, a little laugh that didn't 
escape his throat as he returns the hug.  They stay in this 
embrace for a long moment.  
    The younger man cocks his head, kissing the sensitive skin
on Byers' throat, just below his right ear.  "I've had dreams 
about you too, John," he whispers.
    Byers squeezes him tightly before pulling away.  
    Their eyes lock together again, a shared secret finally set 
free, a weight lifted from both their minds.
    Langly is the first to turn away.  He steps toward the shower,
placing a towel within reach.  "Dude, I need a shower," he 
laughs, breaking through the heavy air between them.  Then,
a smile; a realization.  He reaches for Byers' hand, gently
squeezing it.  "Care to join me?" he asks softly.
    The question caught Byers completely off guard.  He 
stares at Langly for a moment, then returns the smile.  "You
have no idea how much I do," he answers.  The thin fabric of
his robe did little to hide his arousal at the unexpected offer.
That was okay; a not-too-subtle glance at the other man gave 
away Langly's erection.  
    Langly grins at him, taking the opportunity to show the other
man just how turned on he was.  A harder kiss, a sharp tongue
exploring his mouth and Byers suddenly forgot every dream
he'd ever had...who needs dreams when you can have the real
thing?
    Skilled hands untie the belt and push away the robe, Byers
shaking it off and letting it drop to the floor.  He had never
been so glad that he'd remembered to close the door.
    Byers steps back, bracing himself against the counter and
welcoming the other man's confident control.  
    Langly presses his body against his friend's, thrusting his
hips into Byers' as hardness met its like and the other man
groans.  
    Both men quickly strip off their boxers, then Langly grabs
Byers' hand and pulls him into the shower with him.  The 
water takes a moment to warm up, but neither notices because
they are both too hot anyway.  
    Byers leans his back against the far wall as Langly continues
to kiss his throat, moving down to lick the too-sensitive skin
on his chest, nipples spiking at the sharp graze of experienced
teeth.  
    "You wanna..." Langly's voice is muffled by Byers' skin, "fuck
me, John?"  The hoarseness in his voice make Byers ache with
lust.  
    "Yesss..." Byers hisses, then hesitates.  "But...I've never done
this before...I mean, with..."
    Langly captures his mouth to cut him off.  "Don't worry, baby...
it's the same principles...just a little different..." he assures his
new lover.  
    Byers watches with interest as Langly reaches for the half-
used bar of soap and presses it into the older man's hand, working
a smooth amount into his hand, but not lathering it, before setting it 
back down.  Langly works the slick soap around Byers' fingers then
turns his back to him, reaching back to guide one, then two slicked
fingers into his ass.  
    Byers understands, taking the lead and pressing his fingers 
further into Langly, making the younger man moan softly and 
writhe against those fingers.  Basic sex education reminds Byers
that the prostate is a very sensitive gland, and realizes that 
direct touch could be extremely pleasurable.  
    Langly turns back around, rubbing more soap onto his own hand
before wrapping his long fingers around Byers' cock.  Byers
whimpers, his knees weakening as he feels himself leaking with
need, Langly's fingers stroking him steadily.  
    Byers can't stand it anymore, and turns Langly around, pressing
him against the wall and gently nudging his cock into the soap-
slicked ass.  Langly gasps, tensing from the slight pain he feels
as Byers enters him.  
    The older man feels him tense, and pulls out all the way, wrapping 
his arms around his friend's chest.  "Sorry, baby," he whispers,
brushing aside the wet, yellow hair and kissing the base of his neck.
    "S'okay," Langly replies.  "Please, I want you inside me, John," he
pleads.
    Byers tightens his embrace, and presses himself into Langly again,
carefully, a little at a time with each slow stroke.  He feels the
younger man relax, letting his head roll back to rest on Byers' 
shoulder.  "God, you feel good," he moans, pushing back to meet
Byers' cautious thrusts.
    The older man gasps at the counter movement.  He reaches down
to grasp Langly's cock in his hand, stroking him with a tight, knowing
grip.  Langly whimpers, letting his head fall forward to rest his 
forehead against the wall.  He wraps one hand around the hand Byers
has around his cock, moving with the steady strokes.  He keeps the 
other hand pressed to the wall, bracing himself.  
    Byers thrusts harder as he gains confidence that he is no longer
hurting his partner.  His pace increases as he feels a familiar
tugging at the base of his spine, and he knows he is close.  
    Langly feels the head of Byers' cock hitting his prostate with
every stroke;  the feeling is amazing.  The pressure increases as
the man behind him thrusts faster, the hand around his own cock
matching the pace.  He feels the heat increase in his stomach, the
tingling of a climax approaching.  
    Byers feels the younger man bucking harder against him, the 
hand Langly had wrapped around his own tighten as the blonde
man gives in.  Langly cries out as his orgasm crashes over him,
pressing his body harder into the man behind him.
    The tension sends Byers over the edge.  His head falls back,
and several panting moans escape him as he thrusts hard, his
orgasm more intense than he thought possible.  He shudders 
from the force, pushing Langly hard into the wall.
    Several breathless moments pass before either of their brains
begin to function again.  
    Byers pulls his cock out of Langly slowly.  The younger man 
turns to face him, smiling as he presses their lips together again, 
then wraps his arms around his new lover.

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The beginning...