Paradise Found by Surreal Feedback: surreal666@hotmail.com Rating: NC/17 for m/m interaction Spoilers: Post-ep for "Triangle" Category: Langly/Byers Disclaimer: Not mine. Summery: The boys talk about stuff after the events in 'Triangle'. ---------------------- Hotel in Bermuda 2:35am "You know," Langly says suddenly as he hands Byers a towel with his free hand even as he dries himself off with the towel in his other, "you would think that after all these years, Mulder would learn not to go off by himself on these little adventures of his." Byers steps out of the shower and takes the towel, absently running it over his body as he considers Langly's statement. "But then what would we have to do when we get bored?" The younger man gives him a wary look, wrapping the towel around his waist and exiting the bathroom. "You know what I mean. You saw how pissed Scully was at him; at all of us, actually. We give him one little satellite picture and he just takes off, not telling his own partner or his boss. He's so damn reckless, and sometimes it really gets to me." Byers quickly swipes his dripping hair with the towel before wrapping it around his waist and following his lover out into the hotel room. "I know," he sighs. "It bothers me too; if he thought about how much trouble he leaves in his wake, how often we had to deal with an upset Scully...even when he turns out okay, it's still annoying." Langly digs through his duffel bag for a moment before coming up with a comb. He combs the wet strands of blonde hair as he thinks. "I don't know. I just...it just gets to me how he didn't even tell her he was going. What does he think having a partner means?" He gives a frustrated sigh and sits on the bed. The older man sits down next to him with a sigh of his own. "To him, it means having someone to call and save his ass every time he gets into trouble." Langly turns to look at the man next to him, his head cocked to the side curiously. "You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" Byers blinks, startled by the sudden question. "Well, no...I mean, at least not intentionally." He laughs softly. "I think I've gotten over my impulsive stage since I've been with you guys." "So, no more of that dangerous stuff like in Baltimore?" The older man smiles sadly. "Right. Granted, I *was* only twenty-six at the time and didn't really know what I was getting into." He leans over to kiss the younger man gently. Langly smiles, standing to pull off his towel and pull back the covers on the bed. Byers follows suit, crawling between the sheets next to the other man's right side. "Yeah...and Mulder refuses to open his eyes and see how many gorgeous red heads he has around him." "Well, Scully hasn't exactly been sending him signals, either..." Langly leans across to kiss him, cutting off his words. "Who said I was talking about Scully?" "Mulder's not my type; you know I'm a sucker for blondes," he replies, winding a strand of yellow hair around his finger playfully. "Good thing, too. I would have had to fight him over you, then he'd kick my ass." "It wasn't like you made your feelings very clear, either! How many years did we know each other before you finally got the nerve to say something?" Byers looks at him pointedly. Langly grunts, laying back to stare at the ceiling. "That was different; *we're* different. I would have said something sooner if I'd known that you wouldn't run screaming into the night at the thought. You were always so...*narc*, you know?" "Yeah...but I'm glad you did, even if it did take almost ten years..." The younger man giggles. "It's not like either of us has a biological clock demanding our attention." "Not now, anyway," Byers laughs. He rolls onto his side, resting his chin on Langly's chest and watching the younger man's face. Langly looks down at him, meeting the searching gaze. Byers wraps his right arm over Langly's torso, his hand absently wondering over the smooth skin. Langly smiles, closing his eyes as he lays his head back again. His right arm curls around Byers' back, his fingers lacing absently into the damp, dark red hair. "Too bad we have to leave tomorrow...how often do we get to get out of DC, spend some time on a tropical island together...even if it *was* work- related, technically speaking." "Not often enough," Byers sighs. He tilts his head, his cheek pressed against the pale flesh of the other man's chest and closes his eyes. Langly pulls his right arm back a little, stroking Byers' hair for a moment. "Don't get too comfy, John," he says as he starts to pull himself up. "I gotta turn off the light." Byers' hand moves up to stop him, pushing him back gently. "No, I got it," he says, reaching up to turn on the lamp on the night stand as he gets up, crosses the room and turns the overhead light off. As he walks back, he is struck by how beautiful the other man is, his light skin bathed in soft, dim light and his still-damp hair draping loosely over his shoulders as he watches the older man cross the room. "You just gonna stand there or are you coming back to bed?" Langly says, grinning at him. Byers hadn't realized he *was* just standing there, holding his breath. "Oh...yeah," he replies, shaking off his reverie. He takes a step, then stumbles on Langly's bag. Langly giggles softly. "Something else on your mind, John?" he asks innocently, tossing a tendril of fine hair over his shoulder for emphasis. Byers considers the wave of heat that had passed through his body, the slight quickening of his breath at the sight. He glances down, then crouches next to Langly's bag. The younger man reads his mind. "Side pocket, left side," he says absently, a hint of breathiness in his own voice. Standing up, Byers tosses the tube of slick onto the night stand before moving to rejoin his lover. Langly just laughs. "How did I guess?" he mumbles as he leans to capture Byers' mouth with his own. Byers breaks the kiss, looking slightly miffed. "Am I that predictable?" he whines. "Nah...but we might as well enjoy this little trip while we're still here." the other man answers. He lays back as Byers moves over him, his free hand wonder down Langly's chest, his thumb teasing the nipples into hard points before continuing down. He breaks the kiss, Langly gasping for air. Byers moves his mouth down, kissing the younger man's jaw, down to his throat where he gently bites the flesh, then sucks on that spot. Langly feels himself getting harder, his hips moving to find the wondering hand. But the older man ignores him, instead letting his hand move over Langly's thigh, massaging the tense muscles. The younger man moans, spreading his legs more to welcome the pleasant contact. Byers finally raises his head to look down at Langly's face, his hand resting on the other man's thigh. The younger man tries to move, to do *something*, but Byers holds him there. "John," he whines. "You are *such* a tease..." "Oh really?" Byers reaches behind him to grab the tube off the night stand. He slowly and deliberately squeezes some lube onto his fingers, then moves his hand down between Langly's legs. The younger man instinctively shifts, opening himself in anticipation. Byers leans down to distract him with a kiss as he pushes a slick finger into the other man, feeling the involuntary twitch around him as he slides deeper, pulls out, enters again with a second finger. Langly pushes up against him impatiently. With a sneaky move he snags the tube from the other man's hand. Byers pulls back, his hand moving to rest on Langly's abdomen. "What--" he starts, but the younger man cuts him off by pushing him onto his back. He puts some lube in his hand, then moves down, wraps his fingers around Byers' cock and strokes him confidently. Byers gasps, arching his back and thrusting into the slick fist. "Ohh, god..." "Shhh, John...let me," Langly whispers, tossing the tube onto the table again as he continues to caress Byers. He pulls himself up, sliding his legs over to straddle the older man's abdomen. He keeps his eyes locked with Byers' as he shifts down, reaching behind him to guide the other man's cock into him. He lifts up, then impales himself as he settles back down with a groan. His eyes closed, he feels Byers' hands on his legs, moving up to rest on his hips. Langly leans down to kiss him, feels the hands move up his sides and over his back. He opens his eyes, his own hands moving to rest on the other man's shoulders. He moves a little, adjusting his position down to take Byers' cock into him completely, taking a sharp breath at the sensation of fullness. "Oh...wow," he mumbles, resting his forehead on Byers' chest. The older man laughs softly, sending little tremors through both their bodies and increasing the tension. "Ree, you are the master of understatement." He tightens his arms around the younger man and starts to move slowly, his hips thrusting up. Langly moans into his chest at the movement, pushing back into the thrusts. Before Langly can gain a smooth rhythm, he feels Byers' arms tighten again, holding him close as the older man rolls over to switch their positions. He smiles at the slightly startled look on Langly's face as he adjusts himself comfortably. Langly whimpers, his muscles tensing at the movements inside him. He pulls his legs up, wrapping them around Byers and hooking his ankles together to hold himself in position. "A little warning would have been nice, sweetie," he mumbles, shifting his back slightly and laying his head back against the pillow. "Sorry," Byers whispers, kissing him warmly for a long moment. He props one elbow next to Langly's head to brace himself, his hand close to stroke the other man's hair. His other hand snakes between them to grasp Langly's trapped cock and stroke it gently. The younger man's instinctive thrust up into the caress pushes Byers deeper into him and he cries out, closing his eyes tight. "You okay?" Byers asks, stopping his movements. "Hmm...mmm, yeah, fine," Langly answers absently, his arms wrapped around the other man's neck pulling him closer. "Please don't stop," he grunts, pushing up. "I won't," Byers whispers into his ear before starting to move again. He watches Langly's face as he moves faster, his thrusts hitting the younger man's prostate with each stroke and Langly's breath gains a rasp that slowly turns into a panting moan. His experienced hand feels the tightening of Langly's cock at the younger man's fast approaching climax. Byers thrust hard and Langly cries out his name as he comes, his back arching with the intensity of his orgasm. The older man leans down to whisper in his ear, "God, you are so beautiful." The hand between them moves up to mirror the other next to Langly's head as Byers moves toward his own release. As his movements become more frantic and unsteady, he suddenly feels Langly's hand pulling his head up. He opens his eyes to meet the other man's half-closed ones. "Look at me, John...I want to see you when you come." "God, Ree..." Byers manages to gasp out as he feels himself letting go, coming hard. His eyes close but he feels Langly watching him as he cries out with pleasure. From somewhere outside his mind he could here a vague, soft whisper of "I love you so much, John." Still trembling, Byers pulls himself out and lets his body rest on the younger man as they catch their breath. His ear against Langly's chest, he can hear the fast, steady beat of both their hearts at the same time. He stays there, listening as the pounding slows and feels Langly's hand rubbing his back softly. With a sigh he pulls himself up, reaching to the floor to grab one of the damp towels to clean them both up before dropping it again and settling back down. Byers keeps his eyes closed as he feels Langly reach across to turn off the lamp. His head nestled on the younger man's shoulder, his left arm draped across his chest and his left leg still laying between the other man's legs. He could feel Langly pull the blankets up over him, warming them both. "Mind if I stay here?" he asks, his voice muffled in Langly's chest. "Not at all," came the quiet response. ------------------- End.