Lessons: Ice by Surreal Feedback: Keeps me alive! surreal666@hotmail.com Rating: NC/17 for m/m interaction Category: Langly/Byers Spoilers: Maybe for "Apocrypha", but not really Disclaimer: I didn't make these people up; they really exist in a universe I also didn't make up known as the X-Files. I just sometimes reach in and grab the cute ones and have a bit of unscripted fun with them. Homepage: gladstone.uroregon.edu/~slr27166/index.html Summery: Byers takes care of Langly after an unsuccessful ice skating lesson. **************** Byers holds the door open for Langly to hobble painfully into the Gunmen lair. Ignoring the weary glare from the blonde man, he closes the door with an exasperated sigh. 'I promised there would be no 'I-told-you-so's..."Ree...I--" "John, please don't start." "What? You don't even know what I was going to say!" "'Ree, I told you to listen to my instructions,'" Langly rasps in a very unflattering imitation of his lover. He collapses limply into the nearest chair and rests his face in his hands. "I was *not* going to say that," Byers protests indignantly. "I was *going* to say, maybe...um..." he improvises, but sighs when he realizes that they both know what Langly said was true. "All right, fine. But I really think that if you had done even half of what I asked, you wouldn't have had so many problems." "If they didn't put the walls at that *exact* height, I might not have stopped breathing for two minutes, either," Langly mumbles into his hands. Byers smiles despite himself. He remembered that rather embarrassing moment very clearly. Langly had been yelling at Byers over his shoulder that he knew how to stop, only to stumble on the toe pick on his ice skates and crash into the wall. Being a tall man, Langly found that the impact caught him in a particularly painful area and he fell to the ice, his hands over his crotch and gasping for air. That was when Byers decided that he'd seen enough and took his friend home. Now, Langly stands stiffly and heads toward the living quarters. "I just want to lay down..." he groans as he stumbles toward their bedroom. Byers follows him. "No, don't do that. You'll just make yourself more stiff and won't be able to walk at all in the morning. Come on; you need to take a hot shower, to ease the soreness." "John," Langly whines, leaning heavily against the hallway wall. "I can barely stay on my feet, let alone stay standing in the shower..." The older man takes his arm for support. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't drown." Langly smiles victoriously to himself as he allows Byers to lead him to the bathroom. Under the steaming spray, Langly leans his head back and sighs. He admits internally that the hot water was making him feel better, but wouldn't say so out loud. He was enjoying all the pampering from Byers. After all, it had been Byers' idea to go ice skating in the first place. He closes his eyes contentedly when he feels Byers' arms snake around his body and over his chest, holding him tight for a few moments. The hands slide up the slick skin to rest on Langly's shoulders, gently massaging the soreness from the tight muscles. "This better?" Byers asks quietly. Langly just nods, letting his head fall forward and bracing his hands on the wall in front of him. As tempting as Langly's position is, Byers holds back, still feeling guilty for putting his lover through so much pain in the ice. He knew Langly was a terrible skater, but insisted on taking him anyway. If there was to be any further activity tonight, he had to let Langly make the decision. Langly collapses weakly onto the bed, the damp towel still hugging his hips as he sprawls face down on top of the blankets. "You gonna stay like that, Ree?" Byers asks him teasingly, crawling onto the bed next to the younger man on his knees. "Mmmhmm," the barely audible response muffled by the bed. Byers sighs, rubbing Langly's back in soft little circles for a second before standing up again, tugging at his own towel to keep it in place. "All right, then. I'll be right back." Langly lifts his head slightly. "Where you going?" "To get an ice pack for you." He smirks at the visible cringe in Langly's shoulders at the word "ice". "It's for the bruises, to keep the swelling down." He goes to the kitchen, retrieving a prepared bag of ice cubes from the freezer and returning to his room. Langly is still sprawled on the bed. Byers crawls up next to him again, tugging at him to roll over. "Come on, let me see your legs." The younger man grunts but complies. "Ow." "Oh, don't be a baby," Byers chides, leaning down to inspect the puffy, red and blue areas on Langly's knees and shins. "These aren't that bad; I've had my share of them when I was training," he muses, pressing the ice pack gently over one of Langly's knees. "Training?" Langly repeats curiously. He pulled himself to his elbows to look down at his lover. "In ice skating?" Byers glances at him briefly. "Yeah, for about ten years when I was a kid. Gave it up in high school, though; got tired of the other guys teasing me." "Wow...I never knew." The older man smiles fondly as he moves the bag to the other knee. "It's not really a conversation topic for around here, you know?" "Yeah, I guess..." Langly mumbles. He lets his mind wonder back to the evening at the skating rink, to his own bemused fixtion as he had watched Byers skate around him and the others with such ease, such confidence. He'd seen Byers skate before, but only briefly, and before they gotten together. He should have realized then that Byers had been skating for a long time, but he was too hypnotized by the graceful movement, the comfortable stride. He didn't want to admit that half the times he fell was because he wasn't paying attention to his own skating, too focused on the beautiful man who had brought him there. He'd seen the looks the other skaters had given them, too. He'd seen the looks the other skaters had given them, too. There had been a couple of high school girls, sixteen or seventeen or so, who hadn't been able to take their eyes off him. And later, when Langly had given up and collapsed by the side of the rink to watch his lover, he had heard their appreciative comments about him that would have made Byers blush if he had heard. And not only the women; there had been a tall grey-haired guy, fifty or so, who had stared at him the whole time. But he had felt so proud to have this man at his side, holding his arm occasionally for balance even while forcing himself not to hold his lover's hand, not in public where the wrong people could see them. Langly hisses in discomfort when Byers presses the ice against his shin, bringing him back to the present. "Sorry," Byers mumbles absently, still focused on Langly's bruises. At least, that's how Langly saw him. In reality, Byers was also thinking back to the skating, remembering with a barely suppressed smile the uncontrolled flailing and panicked squeaks of Langly's progress. He couldn't help but be amused; he knew that Langly was physically fit, stronger than he looked he mused with a brief flash of a memorable yoga lesson several weeks before. But on the ice he seemed to have no control of his own body, and Byers smiled at the sudden memory. "Bambi..." "What's that?" "Bambi. You looked just like Bambi on the ice. Legs and arms whipping in all directions." "Huh. What does that make you then--Thumper?" "I can live with that. You know what rabbits are famous for..." He smiles again, looking up at Langly's face. The younger man is laying back again, eyes closed. He moves up, leaning down to kiss him very gently on the lips. Langly opens his eyes, looking up at Byers. The older man smiles softly. "Where else does it hurt?" he whispers. "Everywhere," Langly answers, only half-joking. He sighs, thinking for a moment before reaching down and pressing on his left hip. "I hit the wall here fairly often," he mutters. Byers moves down knowingly, tugging at the loose knot in the towel to push aside the fabric. He lets it fall to the side, exposing Langly completely. He forces himself to focus, pressing the ice against the sharp jut of bruising hip bone and wincing sympathetically at the pained whimper from Langly. He leans down, kissing his bare abdomen to distract him. Langly lifts his head again, smiling. "I don't think I hurt myself there, honey," he teases. "Hmm. Well, if that's how you want it..." Byers counters, leaning down further to gently kiss the tip of Langly's penis, remembering how the younger man had run into the wall and caused himself the most pain. "Ohh..." Langly breaths, his head falling back. "You *did* bump yourself there, didn't you?" Byers asks innocently as he shifts back up to look down at Langly's face. "A little..." the younger man mumbles, reaching up to pull Byers down for a harder kiss. Byers pulls back, grinning. "In that case..." He kisses his way down Langy's chest and down, his hand sliding up the inner thigh and resting, teasing the tired flesh with his fingers. Langly moans very quietly, sliding his body down to meet the wondering hand. Byers follows, slipping his fingers around Langly's cock and caressing him slowly. Langly lets his head fall back and purrs happily. Byers tosses the bag of ice to the floor, out of the way as he goes to work on making up for a painful evening. He kneels, sitting on his feet and bending down to run his tongue up the length of the hardening cock in his hand. He feels the hardness on his tongue, telling him the other man is fully aroused and focused on his attentions. His fingers gently stroking, working with his mouth to find the little nerves, over- sensitive triggers that send shudders through his lover's body. He nips lightly at the root before moving back up to take the head into his mouth, tonguing the slit and making Langly gasp and thrust against him. He feels Langly's hand move up his leg, kneading his own sore muscles under the towel. "Oh, god John..." he gasps, his hand gripping his leg at a sudden shiver. "Please...I want to touch you..." Byers looks at him, realizes what he is asking. He pulls back, tugging the towel off and tossing it away. He turns his body, laying on his side with his legs still pulled close. His head still over Langly's lap, he scoots back up to take the swollen flesh into his mouth again as Langly's hand wraps around his own cock, stroking him and mimicking the actions of Byers' tongue. After several moments Byers finds himself following Langly's lead instead, thrusting into the massaging hand while he sucks harder and licks more frantically. Langly moans, breathing hard. "God, John...I--" he chokes, bucking hard. He feels his climax hitting him and forces himself to let go of Byers' cock, grabbing his leg instead as the spasms rock his body. Byers swallows quickly, taking it all in and thrusting instinctively at the sound of his lover's cries. He licks Langly gently, giving him time to come back to reality. His own body demands release, but instead he simply rests his cheek on Langly's thigh, softly massaging the twitching muscles in the younger man's abdomen. A moment later he feels Langly start to move and looks up as Langly sits up and leans down over him, kissing his cheek. His hand moves back to where it was, arousing the older man again. Byers shivers, sliding down and laying on his back as Langly shifts, rolling into the position Byers had just been in. Langly moves up to kiss him briefly on the lips before going down on him completely. Byers, stunned at the sudden move, can only arc his back and gasp. Langly takes him deep, sucking and Byers nearly loses it right there. He reaches down, lacing his fingers into the damp strands of blonde as Langly expertly works him. Byers is so lost in the warm, wet feeling over his cock that he barely registers the hand slipping between his legs, under him until he feels the fingers sliding over his entrance. His eyes open wide, he instinctively jerks up to lean on his elbows and watches what Langly does. The younger man glances only briefly at him with a tiny, secret smile before putting his lips back around the head and slips his finger into Byers. "Jesus..." Byers barks, his elbows giving out and he falls back again. He feels Langly slip two fingers into him, pushing deep and finding the sensitive spot easily. "Ohhh...Ree," he pants. "...feels so good..." It only takes a few moments before Byers is losing it, thrusting into Langly's mouth and writhing on his fingers. He holds on as long as he can but the intensity of the sensations is too much and he comes with a growling cry. When he finally opens his eyes he sees Langly looking down at him with a loving smile. The younger man leans down to kiss him sweetly for a long moment. "I did forget something before," he says softly. "What's that?" Byers murmurs. "I forgot to tell you how beautiful you were on the ice." Byers smiles back, touched by the words. He pulls himself up, kissing Langly as they shift, rearranging themselves to slide under the covers and lay together. Byers curls against Langly's side, laying his head on his lover's shoulder and sighing happily. Before he can drift to sleep, Langly runs his hand through the soft, damp red hair. "How about next time, you skate and I stay on the side and watch?" The older man just smiles, squeezing him tight. "Sure." ************ End.