Holiday Inn
by Surreal 
Archive:  Unusual Suspects, and Ephemeral, at the 
request of my roommate.
(feed(the starving authors)back: surreal666@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC-17 (sex, and them some)
Category: Langly/Byers, with a little extra play
Summery:  I wrote this as an improv rant, so beware!


Holiday Inn Hotel, near Bellafluer, Oregon
11:46pm

    'Another day, another false lead,' Scully sighed internally 
as she unlocked the door to her hotel room.  Figures...the 
door stuck and she suppressed the urge to kick it in as hard as 
she can.  Instead she just pushed it with her shoulder.  She 
looked to her right...Langly and Byers were doing the same to 
their door.  On her left, Frohike decided to go with her original 
method and kicked the door to his room, causing it to hit the 
wall with a loud crack. 
    He grinned sheepishly at her.  "No damage done," he assured 
her.  
    She managed a tired smile in return.  "Okay, guys.  Flight 
leaves at 10 in the morning;  that means we are out here by 8:30...
got it?"
    Frohike nodded agreeably and disappeared into his room.  "Good
night, Scully," he called out, then added, "Night, boys."
    The other two Gunmen mumbled their goodnights in return before 
stumbling sleepily into their own room.  Scully smiled at that;  she 
had only recently found out that those two were a couple, and still 
thought it was oddly appropriate.  
    Closing her door behind her, Scully surveyed her room.  Typical, 
tiny, cheap hotel room.  She felt a quick shower was in order after 
the ridiculously long day she'd had, so she proceeded to do her 
business.
    Stepping out of the cramped bathroom, she tugged on a long 
t-shirt to sleep in and crawled into bed.  Picking up the flight 
itinerary, she scanned it over purely out of habit, checking the 
times and gates.
    A loud thump from next door caught her attention for a moment; 
she decided it was just the guys dropping their shoes on the floor, 
getting ready for bed.  She went back to her reading.
    A low, soft giggle followed by a 'shhh' made her ears perk up 
again.  She could hear soft voices, and the unmistakable squeak 
of someone shifting on a cheap hotel bed.  
    'They wouldn't,' she thought to herself.  'Would they?  They 
must know how thin the walls are in this place.'  She could 
practically hear their breathing.

*********

    "Shhh...jesus, Ringo!  Scully is right next door, she can hear 
everything we're doing!" Byers whispered harshly from where he 
was laying on his stomach, his face buried in his arms crossed on 
top of a pillow.  
    Langly was straddled across Byers' back, gently massaging the 
tension out of his lover's bare shoulders.  He dug his palm into the 
shoulder blade and leaned down to whisper, "She's the one who
insisted taking the room in the middle."
    Sighing contentedly, Byers let the subject drop.  He knew where 
this massage was leading, and he had no problem with that.  He did, 
however, have a problem with the knowledge that Agent Scully 
would be able to hear them.
    Langly slid his hands down, softly caressing Byers' lower back. 
He let his hands drift to the sides, with an evil grin creeping onto 
his face.  His fingers tightened slightly on the older man's 
sensitive waist, causing the man under him to very nearly squeal 
and tense, rolling onto his back.  "Stop that!" he giggled, hating 
that Langly had the ability to tickle him so effectively.
    The younger man just laughed softly and reached down to run his
hand over Byers' chest.  "Well, it's the best way to get you to roll 
over."
    "Then you'll just have to find other ways," the older man
countered, his voice lowering with a seductive growl.  He sat up, 
capturing Langly's mouth in a hard kiss and putting his hands on 
the younger man's shoulders.  
    Byers broke the kiss with a teasing smile and proceeded to crawl 
under the covers.  After a moment of wrestling, he triumphantly
tossed his boxers onto the floor and waited for Langly to react.
    Langly, who was already getting hard, watched with an 
exaggerated calm.  The sight of his lover's teasing made his heart 
pound in anticipation and he followed the other man's lead, 
stripping off and tossing aside his own boxers.
    He reached across to his duffel bag sitting on a nearby chair 
and dug around for a moment, victoriously producing a tube of 
slick and a condom.  Tossing them on the bedside table, he crawled 
into the bed with Byers.
    The older man pulled him close, kissing him hard on the lips 
before moving down, brushing his lips over the heated flesh of 
the younger man's chest, taking his time and tonguing the spiked 
nipples.
    Moaning softly, Langly rolled onto his back, pulling Byers on top
of him.  The older man answered the silent request, grinding his hips
and pressing hard cocks together.  
    Langly gasped, snaking one arm around Byers' back and holding 
him tight.  A tiny, gasping "Please..." escaped him as his body 
began to respond more urgently.
    Byers felt his own breathing start to gain a harsh rasp, and knew
he had to do something.  His lips next to his lover's ear, he 
growled,  "You want me to fuck you, baby?"

*********

    Scully was sure she was hearing things.  Was that really *Byers* 
saying that??  
    She realized she was listening intently now, with an eager 
interest that would have frightened her if she hadn't been so turned 
on already.  Her hand unconsciously slipped into the waistband of 
her panties and she began to stroke herself gently.

*********

    "Please, Johnny..." Langly moaned.
    Byers cut him off with another hungry kiss before sitting back 
up, on his knees between Langly's legs.  He grabbed the tube of 
slick off the table and squeezed some onto his fingers.  Pressing 
one into his lover, he moved a little, finding the little trigger 
spots that made Langly whimper and shudder.  "Christ, John..." he 
moaned, not opening his eyes.  
    Byers wanted to tease him more, but he was just barely in 
control himself.  With a frantic motion, he ripped open the condom 
and slipped it on carefully.

*********

    Scully felt an odd sense of pride as she heard Byers putting on 
the condom;  she should have known the most paranoid people 
in the world would practice safe sex.

**********

    Byers entered his lover gently, always careful not to hurt the 
younger man.  Langly was too far gone already to care much;  he 
pushed himself up, taking Byers' cock into him with a pleased grunt.
    The older man felt this signal;  neither of them would last much 
longer.  He felt Langly wrap his legs around his back, pulling him 
tight.  Byers raised his head up to kiss him, letting his tongue 
show his need.  
    Langly broke the kiss with a gasp as Byers began to thrust into 
him in earnest.  The older man slipped one hand around Langly's 
cock and stroked him roughly.  This kind of treatment always made 
any thoughts of neighbors and courtesy go out the window, and 
Langly found himself crying out with each harsh pant.  

**********

    A muffled, but still clear plea of "God, Johnny...harder," made 
Scully nearly lose it right there, but she held on.  She was amazed
at how hot these two made her;  even without a picture, she found
herself nearly making her own bed bounce with the intensity of her
stroking.

***********

    Byers thrust harder, the sound of his lover's cries drowning out
the steady squeak of the bedsprings.  He had given up on caring what 
Scully heard long ago.  
    Langly bucked hard against him, throwing his head back against 
the pillow as his orgasm shot through him.  His arms tensed and he 
pulled Byers down hard, a high moan escaping him.
    The older man let go of Langly's cock, his hand clutching at the 
mattress as he thrust in hard, crying out as he came.
    As the spasms passed, he relaxed, letting his body drape limply
over his lover.  They both pant harshly, Langly's hands roving 
lovingly over Byers' back as they drift into a sated awareness.  
    Byers pulled himself up, going into the bathroom and returning 
with a damp washcloth to clean them up.  Tossing it onto the 
night stand, he crawled back under the damp covers with Langly.  
The younger man draped his arm across Byers' chest and settled 
his head on his shoulder.  Byers looked over to make sure the 
alarm was set for morning, giving them time to shower before 
heading home.

*********

    Scully sighed contentedly as she pulled her hand out from her 
panties.  Settling into her bed comfortably, she reminded herself 
that if she ever traveled with these guys again, she'd make sure 
to get the room next to Langly and Byers.


******************

God, that was fun!