"Lover's Dust"
Rating: NC-17 for m/m interaction
Category: L/B
Summery: Bedtime for Langly and Byers after a long day's 
work

12:47am

    "Langly, wake up," Byers nudges his friend, who had 
fallen asleep at his computer for the second night in a 
row.
    "Mmrppf," comes the muffled response.  Langly burrows
his face deeper into his folded arms and makes no further
move to reply.
    Byers sighs and smiles fondly.  He moves to stand closer,
letting his hand run smoothly over his friend's long blond
hair.  
    Langly finally lifts his head, pressing himself into Byers'
hand, welcoming the pleasant contact and smiling.  He opens
his eyes reluctantly and takes a moment to focus on the older
man.  "Mmm...what time is it?" he mumbles sleepily.
    Byers lets his hand move down to rub Langly's back gently.
"Time for you to go to bed," he declares, squeezing the
younger man's shoulder for emphasis.  
    Langly is finally awake enough to see the glint of passion
in Byers' eyes, and he raises his eyebrows to match his
smirk.  A wave of lust passes over his body and settles down
in his groin, then he glances around cautiously.  "Where's 
Frohike?" he asks. 
    "He's staying at Mulder's apartment tonight, to keep an
eye on the place," Byers replies softly, trying to keep the 
breathlessness out of his own voice as he pulls Langly to
his feet.  "Come on, you need to sleep.  You've been at this
computer since seven this morning," he insists, then glances
at the clock on the laptop's monitor.  "Or yesterday, I should
say."
    Langly allows himself to be dragged down the hall to his
room, where Byers rather unceremoniously dumps him onto
the bed, then goes back to the office.
    The blond man pulls himself toward to middle of the bed
and sprawls, tossing his glasses onto the night stand but not 
bothering to undress.  He listens to the sounds coming from 
down the hall; Byers turning off the computers and other 
equipment they had been running, then the clicking of 
checking the locks on the door.  He waits, and smiles into 
the comforter as he hears Byers rejoining him in his room.  
    Langly doesn't stir, but can feel as Byers sits down next
to him and takes off his shoes, etc, preparing to go to
sleep.  The younger man waits until Byers has removed all 
but his boxers before leaning over and wrapping his arms
around his lover's thin waist.  
    Byers grunts in surprise and has no choice but to be pulled
down onto Langly's lap.  He meets Langly's eyes, warm
and gentle without his glasses.  Langly smiles and leans in
to kiss his lover, slow and soft.  He can tell Byers is restless,
his body responding quickly to the younger man's moves.
    Byers flips over and takes control, pushing Langly onto his
back and pressing their mouths together firmly, gripping the 
cotton t-shirt in his fists.  He finally breaks away, letting
Langly sit up to remove his shirt.
    Langly tosses the shirt to the floor, then leans into Byers,
simultaneously kissing and sucking on the older man's neck.
Byers moans softly, his hands running up Langly's firm chest
and abdomen, eventually wrapping around to lace into the
soft mane of white-blond hair.  
    Langly moves slowly down Byers' chest, alternating between
licking and sucking the soft, pale skin before once again 
raising his head to join swollen red lips, warm tongues moving
together with a familiarity only they could know.  
    Byers is the first to break the kiss, pulling himself to his 
knees and again pushing Langly down, breathing hard as
he unbuttons and removes the tattered jeans and tosses them
onto the floor, adding to the pile of discarded clothes.  
    He teases, hot hand cupping Langly's balls, thumb 
squeezing gently as it moves up to run along the hard cock
straining beneath the cloth.  Langly whimpers softly, head
lolling back against the bed.  
    "Guess you aren't as tired as I thought," Byers says softly,
seductively, as he leans in, covering the younger man with his
own body. 
    Langly smirks, hand reaching around to stroke at the short 
hairs on the back of Byers' neck.  "I never said I was tired," 
he whispers, his tongue lapping roughly at the other man's 
spiked nipples to emphasize his mood.
    "Good,"  Byers responds, fingers tucking into Langly's 
waistband and pulling off the briefs.  
    Langly sucks in a sharp breath, hissing at the rush of cold
night air against his hot groin.  He closes his eyes, laying
back to let Byers do anything he wants.  
    Byers wraps his long fingers around Langly's hard cock,
causing the owner to gasp and arch his back off the bed.  He
moves his hand very slowly, carefully, stroking his fingers
along the shaft and running his thumb over the leaking head.
    "Christ, John," Langly moans more than says, desperately
reaching up and pulling Byers in, kissing him harshly.  He 
sits up, tugging at Byers' boxers, pulling them off and 
tossing them aside.  
    Byers pulls open the drawer to the night stand, digs hurriedly
for a moment, finally coming up with the tube of slick.  
    He squeezes the slick onto his fingers, leaning down to 
capture Langly's mouth before pushing his fingers slowly
into his lover.  Langly groans into his mouth, pressing 
further onto the fingers in his ass and gasping quietly.  
    The younger man reaches down to gather remaining gel
off of Byers' fingers, then wraps his slicked palm around 
Byers' cock.  Byers moans, bucking into the strong fingers
and shuddering.  
    With a quick move, Langly surprises Byers by flipping him
onto his back and pushing him down with his body, bending 
down to suck his nipples.   
    Langly is in control now, flipping his legs around to straddle
Byers' abdomen.  He slides down, lifting up and guiding Byers'
slick cock into him slowly.  
    Byers watches as the younger man twists, lifting up again
and pushing back down to impale himself fully.  Langly's head
rolls back, the pleasure obvious in his expression as he feels
the hard pressure against his prostate, urging him towards the 
edge.  
    "Ree, please..." Byers whimpers, unable to surpress the need
to thrust upwards.  
    Langly chuckles softly in his throat, bends and distracts 
Byers with a slow, deep exploration of his mouth by Langly's
tongue.  Byers gasps and wraps his arms around his lover's
neck, pulling him closer.  
    Langly pulls away, sitting back up and starting to move,
far too slowly for both of them.  Byers reaches up and takes
Langly's cock in his hand, stroking roughly and urging the 
younger man to move faster, harder.  
    His long hair drapes over his face and bare shoulders
as he follows Byers' lead and begins to move faster, hands
wandering absently over the older man's chest and arms.  
    Byers places his free hand on Langly's hip, thumb pressing
into the groove in his pelvic bone.  Langly moans loudly, his
head lolling forward, eyes closed and hair tickling the chest
of the man under him.  
    As he feels himself approaching the edge, the familiar
tugging at the base of his spine, Langly's movement becomes
more frantic, urging his partner to the peak with him.  He 
bends over, nearly parallel to Byers, hands tensing and clutching
tightly at his lover's shoulders.
    Byers’ moans are higher, a breathy whine as he gives in to
the man riding him and thrusts hard.  
    He arcs off the bed as his orgasm courses through him, 
crying "Ah, Ree.." as his body responds naturally.  
    Langly feels Byers come into him, the fingers tighten on 
his cock as his own orgasm rushes over him.  
    The younger man rests his forehead against Byers' chest,
letting the other man's hard breathing move him.  They stay
like that for a moment, then Langly slowly pulls himself off
of Byers and tumbles to the bed next to him, absently
reaching up for a soft, breathless kiss.
    Langly reaches across Byers' body to grab a handful of 
tissues to clean them up, then burrows into the side of his 
friend.  Reaching behind him, he pulls the rumpled comforter
over them.  He drapes his arm over Byers' chest and looks up
at him.  
    Their eyes meet, unspoken joy passing between them.  
    "God, I love you, John," Langly whispers as he lays his
head against Byers' shoulder.  
    "Love you too, Ree," Byers responds without hesitation, 
his arm wrapping around Langly's back and resting his 
hand on the back of the blond head.  
    They drift off to sleep, warm and comfortable in each
other's arms.

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The end.