Signs of Dedication
by Surreal (surreal666@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC/17 for m/m sex
Spoilers: not that I know of
Archiving: Unusual Suspects, LGM list
Disclaimer: These cuties don't belong 
to me.  Whah!
Summery:  Byers shows Langly a new 
level of dedication.


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8:14pm

    "You're home early." Langly points out as
Byers stumbles through the door past him.
"What about Frohike and Mulder?"
    Byers looks at him wearily as he takes off
his suit jacket, uncharacteristically tossing it
over the back of a chair.  He grimaces in pain
at the motion before he turns back to Langly.
"They went to go rent some movies and go watch
them at Mulder's place," he mumbles in response.
"I'm not feeling too good; had them drop me back
here."
    Langly gives him a worried look as he walks 
over to his lover.  "What's wrong?" he asks as
he reaches out to him.
    Byers backs off and makes his way down the
hall to his room.  "Nothing; just need to lay down
for a while."
    The younger man watches him go, torn on whether
he should follow him.  He decides against it;  if Byers
wanted to talk, he would.


10:28pm

    Langly finally gives in to curiosity and decides
to find out what the problem is.  He goes over to
where Byers had dropped his jacket and starts 
digging through the pockets, hoping to find a clue.
    Surprisingly, he does.  In the inside pocket he
finds a discreet business card that nearly makes 
him laugh out loud.  

    He goes to Byers' room, peeking in to see if the
older man was asleep.  He sees Byers laying on his
stomach with his arms wrapped around the pillow 
he had his face buried in.  Langly could see the 
slightest movement every few seconds, tipping him
off that Byers was indeed awake.  
    Clearing his throat, he speaks up.  "Where is it,
John?"
    "Where's what?" Byers counters, his voice muffled
by the pillow.
    "I found the card in your jacket.  Where's the tattoo?"
    With an exasperated sigh, Byers turns his head to the
side to speak clearly.  "I should have known I couldn't
hide it for long.  Two hours must be a record."
    "So, I'm a snoop.  Now," Langly says as he moves to
sit on the bed next to Byers, "where did you get the 
tattoo?"
    Byers looks at him, then closes his eyes.  "It's on my
back.  Low, on the left side."  He buries his face in the
pillow again for a moment, then turns back.  "It was 
Mulder's idea;  he dared me to."
    "Uh huh.  What did you get?"
    Byers sighs.  "Well, that's a funny story.  It was 
Mulder's idea initially that I should get Susanne's 
name written."  
    Langly feels a tiny twinge of jealousy rush through
him.  "Did you?" he asks tightly.
    "Of course not!  But...well, it was hard to convince
Mulder the reason why without telling him about us.
Frohike understood, but...well, you know."
    "So, are you gonna let me see it?"
    "Ummm...well, since it *has* been over two hours, I'm
supposed to clean it and put a clean bandage on it."
    "Let me guess; you need my help?"
    "Well, I can't exactly reach it, Ringo."
    Sighing, Langly stands up while Byers pulls himself to
his knees carefully with a hiss of discomfort.  He takes
off his dress shirt and tie, then struggles for a moment 
before tossing off his undershirt as well.  
    Langly sees the bandage on his back and sighs.  "Okay.
Um, lay back down.  I'll go get some stuff from the 
bathroom."
    "Okay," Byers replies, plopping back down onto his
stomach.
    The younger man returns a few minutes later and tosses
several items onto the bed next to Byers;  a small first aid
kit, a bottle of lotion, a bottle of water and a dry hand towel.
    Byers raises his head, considering.  "You've done this 
before?"
    "I went to a liberal college," Langly answers vaguely as
he sits on Byers' legs to start taking care of the new tattoo.
    Carefully taking the bandage off, Langly gasps at what
he sees.
    A thin red line in the shape of a heart surrounded two
delicate letters written in black ink:  RL.
    "John," he whispers, stricken by the gesture.  
    Byers smiles at the reaction.  "I had a hell of a time 
trying to explain that to Mulder.  We finally just said it
was an inside joke."
    Langly chuckles, still staring at his initials permanently
written on his lover's back.  Shaking off his daze, he
finally sits back.  "Um, I need you to take your pants off,
too.  It's kind of low, and I don't want to get your clothes
wet."
    The older man obeys, reaching under his body to loosen
his pants, then Langly pulls them off and throws them aside.
He settles back down on his knees between Byers' legs, 
picking up the water bottle and towel.  He carefully pours
some water over the tattoo, using the towel to keep it from 
dripping onto the bed.  He uses his fingers to gently clean
the raw skin, wincing sympathetically at the sharp hisses
from the older man.  
    "You okay?" Langly asks as he pats the towel over the
tattoo.  
    Byers nods.  "Yeah."
    "Good.  I'm gonna put some lotion on it now; it might
sting a little, so let me know if it hurts."
    "Okay."
    Langly squeezes some of the mild lotion onto his 
fingers, then starts rubbing them gently on the raw
patch of skin.  Byers tenses, biting his lip in a failed
attempt to keep the painful whimper from escaping.
    "Sorry," Langly mumbles.
    "S'okay."
    Satisfied with his work, Langly gently tapes a clean
piece of gauze in place over the tattoo.  "There."
    Byers rolls slightly to look up at Langly.  "Thanks."
    "Anytime," Langly smiles, then pushes Byers back
down.  "But I didn't say I was done."  He leans down
to kiss the back of Byers' neck as he puts more lotion
onto his hand.  He starts massaging the older man's 
back with the lotion, feeling the tension gradually
give way to warm relaxation.  
    "Mmmm...if I'd know you'd react this way, I 
would have gotten a tattoo a long time ago," Byers
mumbles sleepily.  
    Langly just smiles as he works his hands down
his lover's back until he meets the fabric of his 
boxers.  He feels the familiar twinge of lust pass
through him as he slips his fingers under the cloth.
    Byers rolls onto his side again, abruptly cutting 
off the advances.  He sits up, face to face with the
blond man and smiles.  Leaning close, he captures 
Langly's mouth with a gentle kiss.  
    Langly pulls back, breathing hard.  "How late did
Frohike say he'd be over at Mulder's?"
    "You know them...by now they're probably both
passed out and won't wake up for a good three hours."
    The younger man chuckles and kisses Byers.
    Byers reaches down, pulling Langly's shirt over
the younger man's head and pushing him down onto
the bed.  He leans over him, taking his time as he 
kisses the bare skin of his chest.  
    Langly moans softly, closing his eyes as he 
absently squirms out of his jeans and boxers.
Byers takes advantage of the younger man's 
nudity and wraps his hand around the rapidly
swelling cock, stroking gently.
    The blond sits up abruptly, wiggling out of reach.
"Oh, no you don't," he growls, smirking at the 
confused look Byers gives him.  Langly moves the
things he'd brought in onto the floor and tosses
his glasses onto the bedside table.  Turning his
attention back to Byers, he pulls the older man to
his knees to tug the boxers off and discard them.
He moves them both to pull back the covers of 
Byers' bed enough for them to crawl between the
sheets.
    Byers picks up the lotion, squirting some onto
his fingers and again moving down to grasp Langly's
cock, stroking harder this time.  
    Langly's hips jerk at the motion, his eyes closing
as his hands grope instinctively to clutch the other
man's shoulders.  He leans forward and kisses Byers
desperately before he tugs at him to turn, pushing 
him to his hands and knees.  
    Putting lotion on his own fingers, Langly focuses
on preparing his lover, pushing his fingers into Byers
and twisting, feeling the older man push back against
him and relax the tight muscles being stimulated.
    Byers whimpers at the brief loss of contact, the
sound quickly becoming a groan as Langly pushes
his cock into him and holds him there, reveling in
the combined heat.  
    "Ree, please..."  Byers gasps as he pushes back,
pleading for motion.  
    Langly feels the tension increase around him, 
tightness surrounding his cock.  He leans down
to kiss the soft skin of Byers' back, running his
hands smoothly over the other man's sides.  "Relax,
John," he whispers, his voice raspy.  "I can't 
move if you won't let me."  
    Byers forces himself to relax, letting the younger
man slide deeper into him until he feels the hard
pressure against his prostate.  He feels his heart
racing, breathing in short, choked pants.  
    The blond man can sense that his lover won't 
last much longer, so he increases his own intensity,
rocking faster and hitting that sensitive spot deep
inside with each thrust.  Without thinking he reaches
down to grasp Byers' cock, stroking him with a tight
fist in tempo with his own thrusts.  
    Moaning with each pant, Byers buries his head
in the pillow again, struggling to hold on and let 
the younger man control him, waiting for the sign
from above for him to give into the nagging need
for release.
    Langly senses Byers internal struggle, managing 
to gasp out, "Come on, John..." as he frantically 
thrusts faster.  
    Byers raises his head, his back arching involuntarily
as he comes, crying out his lover's name.
    The younger man lets go of Byers' cock, bracing 
both hands on the bed as he thrusts again, letting go
with a harsh cry of his own.  
    As he feels his body go limp, Langly has the presence
of mind to fall to the side and not onto Byers' back.
The older man collapses onto his stomach, turning his
head to face Langly as he catches his breath.  He smiles
wistfully at the younger man, who is laying on his side
with his eyes closed, panting.  
    Langly senses the older man watching him and opens
his eyes, then leans across to kiss Byers' forehead.
    Byers laughs breathlessly, rolling onto his right side to
face away from Langly.  The younger man instinctively
scoots closer, shaping his body around the other man
as he pulls the covers over them.  He's careful not to
press too close on Byers' lower back, instead tucking
his head close to the older man's neck and wrapping his
arm around him.  
    With a brief kiss just below the short red hairs at
the back of the neck,  Langly sighs.  "It's a good thing
you didn't get that tattoo on your ass, otherwise we 
couldn't--"
    "Ringo!!"

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