Someone To Come Home To by Surreal (surreal666@hotmail.com) Rating: NC/17 for m/m sexual relationship PLEASE don't let that scare you away! This one is romantic and worth the time, I promise!! Spoilers: tiny one for Gunmen pilot; don't worry, it's just an offhand comment and has no devastating consequences on the continuity of the world. So there. Category: Langly/Byers slash Disclaimer: I don't own these guys, Chris Carter still has a death grip on them. Author's note: Special thanks to Erynn for inspiring this story and pushing me beyond my previously known boundaries to write a better love story. This is for her. Summery: Byers has a bad day and Langly helps to improve his mood. --------- Lone Gunmen Headquarters 6:48pm I could tell John had a bad day from the moment I let him in. He barely let me open the door before brushing past me, almost knocking me off balance without so much as a second glance or a muttered apology. I decide to let it go, watching as he silently flips open his briefcase and pulls out a folder. He hands the folder to Frohike. "I only managed to get about twelve prints before someone came in asking questions," he explains bitterly as he slams the case shut again and throws himself down into a chair. "It's better than nothing, Byers," Frohike reassures him as he walks towards me, still holding the door open. "I'll get these to the New York guys and see what we can get from them. See you boys tomorrow morning," he adds as he walks out the door, giving me an almost apologetic look. Guess he feels bad leaving me with a pissed-off John. After locking the door securely, I walk over to where John is sitting at the desk, elbows on the table and face in his hands. I put my hand on his back and rub it gently. "Hey, you did better than we expected--" "Bullshit," he cuts in, making me jump at the venom in his voice. "I fucked it up. I had the equipment, I had the prints, I had a fake but very convincing badge and I had Scully there to back me up. But I chickened out; everywhere I went in that place I could *feel* them looking at me, like they all knew I didn't belong there." He laughs suddenly. "Wonder if that's how Mulder felt walking down those halls for so long." He stands up with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Probably not; he never cared what anyone thought of him." "John, you did what you could, and that's all that matters." He shakes his head, still mentally beating himself up. "Forget it; we've at least got something to go on now," I tell him. "Your job is over; it's Frohike's responsibility now. Come on...sit down, take a breather. Check your email or something." He gives me a weird look that I can't identify. Huh...I'll have to catalogue that one for later. "We picked up some Chinese takeout earlier. I'll fix you a plate; did you get a chance to eat at all today?" His eyes drift for a moment, then he shakes his head. "Great," I mutter reproachfully as I snag his arm and sit him down in front of his computer. "Entertain yourself for ten minutes and we'll have dinner." There's that look again; I think he wants to laugh at me or something. I leave him to his email and head toward the kitchen. A few cartons of semi-cold Chinese food and a few minutes of nuking in the microwave later, we have dinner. He doesn't wait for me to come get him this time; he just takes a seat across from me as I set his plate in front of him. "Cashew chicken? Wow, you remembered it was my favorite," he says with a smile. "Sure," I smile back at him as I dig into my own plate of chicken fried rice. We eat in silence for a while. He really hadn't eaten anything all day, I can tell. When he forks a bit more of his chicken onto his plate, he offers me the carton. I shake my head. "No, thanks; allergic to nuts." "Oh...right, sorry." I can't help but smile at his blush. "It's okay; I don't expect you to remember that kind of stuff." "Why not? We've been together for over two years." I just shrug. "It's not like I have *your* allergies memorized or anything." I think for a moment, and can't help myself. "Aspirin and peaches, right?" He nearly chokes. "Stop that! I already feel bad about it," he manages between giggles. I just smile to myself as we finish eating in silence. He helps me wash our dishes before heading back to the office area. I know he has nothing to do, but is too tired to be truly bored. I walk up behind him as he stretches his arms over his head and wrap my own arms around his chest. He grunts in surprise and leans back against me. "Hmmm...I'm glad today is over, at least." "Me, too," I murmur into his hair. He turns to face me and gives me a brief, soft kiss. "So...what now?" he asks as he takes his jacket off finally, loosening his tie just a bit. "Now, you get to relax." I take his hand and lead him down the hall. "Go change and we'll take a nice, hot bath." He grins at me. "That sounds perfect," he says softly as he goes to his room. I go into the bathroom to start the water running in the tub. I go to my own room next (which has long since become a storage place for my clothes and other things since I don't sleep in there anymore) and quickly grab a change of comfortable clothes; t-shirt, sweatpants, etc. Back in the bathroom I wait for the water to reach a good level before shutting it off, bending down to turn the knobs. As I bend over I run into a solid presence and can't help but smile. John takes his time backing up to let me stand with a secretive smile of his own. He drops his neatly folded pajamas next to my wadded-up pile of clothes on the counter before taking off his robe. I'm pleased to see he's not wearing anything under it. I quickly strip off my own clothes and step into the tub, gingerly lowering myself into the steaming water then reaching for John's hand. He climbs in with me, sitting between my out- stretched legs and settling his back against my chest. He makes a happy purring sound as he lets the warm water relax his body. I grab a nearby washcloth and absently stroke it over John's body in silence. We rarely talk much when we do this; just enjoy the silence, the gentle caress of another person that we couldn't share with anyone else. After a while he turns around, stroking my body softly, taking his time as he washes my hair. We stand to rinse our bodies off in the shower before getting out and drying each other off thoroughly. I pull my clothes on quickly as John puts his pajamas on and I rub his hair with a towel as he buttons the top. On our way down the hall I stop in his room to grab a blanket off the bed. I take the lead as he follows me into the living room. I pick a movie from the shelf at random; by now, they all seem pretty much the same and it doesn't matter. I put it in the machine and settle down on the couch, where John is waiting for me. I put my back up against the arm, one leg stretched out along the back of the couch and the other foot on the floor. "Come here," I reach for him. He smiles sleepily and scoots to lay between my legs, his head against my abdomen as the movie starts. I pull the blanket off the floor and drape it over him, making sure his whole body is covered. He squirms closer, fidgeting until I put my hand on his arm to still him. By the time the bad guys' plan is revealed, John is asleep. I stroke his still-damp hair with my fingers, staring at the TV but not watching the movie. Like I said, they're all the same. I'm vaguely aware of the hero coming to the rescue of his lover and I can't help but wonder. Would I ever have the courage to do that for John? Would he do the same for me? I look down at his sleeping form, wondering. A loud sound from the movie and John sighs, stirs a little. He doesn't really wake up, but turns to lay on his side. He buries his face against my leg, head resting in the little crease between my thigh and my body and I decide yeah, I would risk my life to save my love. I adjust his blanket to his new position and watch the rest of the movie with my hand resting on his head. I don't remember falling asleep, but both of us are startled awake by the click of the VCR automatically rewinding the tape when it hit the end. He laughs softly as he sits up and stretches, looking at me sleepily. "Did the good guys win?" he yawns. "Always," I smile at him, turning the machines off with the remote. He just gives me an amused smile and sighs. I sit up, wrap my arms around him and lay my head on his back. I feel his hands move up, resting on my arm across his chest and his fingers stroking it gently. His body is warmed from sleep, from the blanket, whatever. He's so warm and I don't want to let go of him just yet. I never want to let go of him. I feel him breath out, relax and go limp in my arms and I settle back against the arm of the couch again, taking him with me. He rests his head on my chest, bringing his hand up to stroke lightly up and down my thigh. It makes me shiver even though he is only making me warmer by laying on me. He feels it, lifts his head and meets my eyes. His are still half-closed, sleepy and warm but I know him too well and I still see the glint of interest. He smiles, licks his lips just a little and pulls himself up my body to capture my mouth in a deep kiss; exploring, searching. I suck on his tongue briefly before he draws back and his mouth moves down, kissing my jaw with tiny, light brushes of his lips and I let my head fall back to expose my throat. His hands on my body, resting on my hips before again moving to my thighs. Licking my neck just so, I make a pleasured humming sound deep in my throat and I feel the hot breath as he laughs at the vibration. He settles back down against my chest and sighs softly, contentedly. My arm still around him, I stroke up his arm, past his shoulder and rub the back of his neck gently for a while, feeling any tension left from the day dissipate under my touch. I let my fingers trace his jawline, careful not to grind against the coarse hairs in his beard and caress his soft cheek. His lips are silky, still moist as I run my index finger along his lower lip and he brings his own hand up, holding mine there while he kisses my fingers. I sit up, pushing him up in front of me and he turns to face me. I lean in to kiss him and he leans against the back of the couch, his hand grasping the back of my neck and deepening the kiss. I move up, kissing his cheek as I cup his jaw with one hand. A lingering kiss on his forehead before I move back down to his lips. He lays his head back and offers his throat to me with a soft gasp, his skin pale next to the dark red beard. Gently nipping at his skin, I feel his hand move up my thigh and rest there, just below my groin. Wordlessly I take him into my arms as I slide off the couch, half picking him up as we stand. "Come on," I whisper, taking his hand and tugging gently. He stumbles behind me, dragging that blanket with him and I'm surprised he doesn't trip on it. When we get to his room he tosses the blanket on the bed and makes a small attempt to straighten it out, pulling the covers back as he does this. Suddenly he turns around and puts his arms around me, hugging me tightly and I instinctively put my arms around him. "Thank you, Ringo," he murmurs next to my ear. "For what?" He pulls back, smiling. I could swear I see tears forming in his eyes. "For being here...for everything," he whispers. I instantly cup his face in my hands and kiss him gently. I feel his knees go weak and I drop my arm, curling it around his waist and lowering him to the bed. I kneel down on the floor beside him, never breaking contact. Finally, I release him. "I love you so much, John." He puts his hands on my shoulders and gives a little emotional laugh. "I love you too, Ree," he says. He holds my gaze for a moment, silently emphasizing his words. I reach down and put my arm under his knees, lifting his legs up onto the bed. He lays back, letting my guide him. I sit down next to him, just watching him with one hand pressed against his chest. He brings his hand up to cover mine and makes me move over his chest. He lets go long enough to loosen several of the buttons and I slide my hand under the cloth and touch his warm skin. I undo the rest of the buttons and push the fabric aside, bending down to kiss his chest. My fingers teasing one nipple, I take the other into my mouth and nip gently, feeling it harden against my tongue and John moans softly, arching his back just a little. I look up, see his head turned to the side and his eyes closed, a faint smile on his lips. He senses me watching him and opens his eyes. He takes my hand again, moving it down his body and lays it over his crotch with a wicked little grin. I can't help but smile back, incredibly turned on by his unusually amorous actions. I cup my hand over him, rubbing through the fabric and I feel him getting harder. He throws his head back and presses his hips against my hand. "You like that, hmm?" I mutter quietly. "Ohh, god...Ree," he groans. "Please...touch me." It's the rasp in his voice, the barely controlled pleading and I'm quickly catching up with him. I slide my hand into the waistband of his pants and answer his plea, wrapping my fingers around his cock and stroke lightly, driving him crazy. "Shit...mmm," he grunts, frustrated at my teasing. He raises his hips to push his clothing away, finding it hard to do while on his back. He sits up and shoves his pants away, onto the floor. I still don't let go of him even as I wrap my other arm around his back and pull his shirt off his shoulders. He wiggles out of the arms and tosses it to the floor with the matching pants. His socks follow as an afterthought as he leans in to kiss me hard. His hands move to me and I let go of him long enough for him to tug my shirt over my head. I push him back down and move up onto my knees to kneel over him, kissing his chest again. I feel his hand slide up my leg and rub my cock through the sweatpants. I make the most pathetic whimpering sound when he does that and I start to wonder who exactly is in control here, anyway. I slide off the bed and quickly pull off my pants before crawling over him to the other side of the bed. I tuck my legs under the covers and lay on my side. He rolls onto his side to face me, his hand absently stroking up my side and making me ache, needing to feel him. Moving closer, I snake my arm around his back and pull him against me, our foreheads touching. I wrap one of my legs over his, twining them together and making our bodies touch from head to toe. I kiss him gently as we lay there for a few moments, not moving, just feeling. I'm breathing faster, and I know he can feel my tension, the controlled need I'm barely keeping under the surface. His hand slides down my body and curves around, holding my ass and I shudder. One slow, hard grind of his hips, pressing his hard cock against mine and I can't breathe anymore. My throat tightens and I manage to gasp. He raises his head over mine, biting gently at my earlobe and his hot mouth right there, whispering, "I want you." Oh...god. I definitely know who's in control, and it's not me. I pull my hand back and reach behind me, grabbing an extra pillow from the edge of the bed. I bring it around and place it behind his back and roll him so it's under his ass. He smiles, holding the back of my neck loosely while I reach for the well-used tube of lube on the table. My leg still laying between his, I slick my fingers and reach between us, feeling the curve behind his balls and sliding my fingers over his entrance, lightly at first, waiting for him to relax. Sliding one finger in easily, I probe deep and make him whimper and writhe against my hand. I lean down to distract him with a kiss before sliding a second finger into him and stretching his tight muscles carefully. "Ready, baby?" I breathe into his ear. "Please..." he moans in response. I raise myself up a bit with my hands to slide my body over his, both my legs between his now and my hands on either side of his shoulders. He bends his knees just a little, the pillow under him giving him enough support. I reach down, guide my cock into him. He's relaxed, loose and I slide deep into him with one slow movement. It's the tightness and the heat and I feel my breath catch in my throat again. I don't move, pressing my forehead against his breastbone and his arms slip around me, under my arms and his hands curling over my shoulders. I pull back a little and push into him again, deeper than before until I'm in him as far as I can go. I feel his legs move, his left leg bending at the knee and planting his foot next to my hip on the bed. His right leg moves too, but he lifts it up, curling around my back to rest his calf in the small of my back at a perfect angle, just so his ankle is curved around my ass and he holds me there with his legs. It's such a wonderfully erotic embrace and I don't want to ever move out of it, out of him. "Are you just gonna stay there forever, Ree?" he asks softly and I can tell without looking that he's giving me that look again, that amused little smirk that I'm sure he picked up from me. "Can I?" I ask, my voice muffled in his chest. He laughs softly and strokes my back with his leg, his foot on my ass and it's so soft, so nice. "You feel so good," I murmur as I raise myself up on my elbows to look at him, kissing his throat as I start to rock gently into him. "Hmmm...." he purrs in response, moving his hips with me, against me and it's all I can do to stay in control of my own body. Everywhere he touches me it's too sensitive, all of my nerves responding to the lightest caress with an almost painful twinge. He feels me shivering at his touch and my breath is short little pants as he pulls me tighter with his right leg and I moan out loud with him. His legs tighten around me and he finds a new trigger in that motion. With every clench his muscles tighten around my cock and squeezes me, making me cry out in intense desire. He finds a rhythm with me, clenching me every time I pull out and opening back up as I thrust back into him. It's incredibly intense and I find myself rocking faster in response to his moans. I look at his face, tight with concentration and his eyes closed, the faint shine of sweat on his forehead, his cheeks flushed red with arousal. I love that I can do that to him, make him feel so good even as he does the same for me. I feel his cock trapped between our abdomens, pressing hard against me and being squeezed with every movement we make. I feel him trembling under me, harsh little gasps that tell me he's close. "Ohh...Ree...Ree..mmmm," he breathes into my ear, making that little purring sound I love so much. I don't take my eyes off his face even as I lean down to kiss him, thrusting faster and he matches my rhythm so perfectly. I feel his hands tighten, fingers clutching my shoulders, hips pushing frantically against me as he reaches his climax. His back arches and his head jerks back, a choked sob coming out of his mouth as he comes and I feel the warm wetness against me, between our chests. He holds me there with his arms and legs, the tightness of him around me and me inside him, his inner muscles closing hard around my cock and I hear myself crying out with him as he pushes me over the edge. I come into him even as he is still gripped by his own spasms and I keep him there with me for a long time. When my senses come back to me I hear both of us breathing hard, our skin slick with sweat and semen, our bodies limp with exhaustion. I find the energy to pull my cock out of him but don't move beyond that. Several minutes pass before I feel his hands moving across my back, sliding weakly down to rest on my hips before dropping to the bed at his sides. I open my eyes finally, look at his face. Eyes still closed, mouth open as he takes deep breaths. Turning my head, I look around. Squinting, I see one of our towels laying on the floor next to the bed, miraculously within reach. I wonder how it got there...oh, yeah. I was still drying my hair with it when we stopped to pick up that blanket on our way back from the shower. I must have dropped it, subconsciously hoping we would need it later. I'm glad I thought ahead. I reach down and pick up the damp towel, then prop myself up on one elbow to clean us up. He finally opens his eyes when I do this, smiling fondly at me. Tossing the towel back down, I settle myself back down where I was, my cheek pressed to his breastbone and my hands draped limply on his shoulders. I feel him move his leg, hooking the covers with his foot to pull them within reach and over our tangled bodies. He wraps his arms around me again in a loose drape as I feel his body's rhythms slow down gradually under me, drifting to sleep with a contented smile on his lips. I'm lulled to sleep by the steady pounding of his heart against my ear. It feels so good to have someone who comes home to you. ------------------- End.