Primal Scream Therapy 2:  Yoga
by Surreal
Feedback: surreal666@hotmail.com (please!!)
Spoilers: nope
Rating:  Most definitely NC/17
Category:  Langly/Byers slash
Disclaimer:  Just letting them out to play again, no
harm intended and I (unfortunately) don't get paid
for this.  
Author's note:  So, while wandering around the mall
today, I happened across several copies of the "Kama
Sutra."  Needless to say, I bought a copy and was very
inspired.  This story is the end result.
Summery:  A quiet evening of yoga and it's Langly's
turn to scream.


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Saturday night


    Langly had been looking forward to this weekend for
a lot of reasons.  Frohike out of town meant no one to 
yell at him to turn his music down.  Mulder and Scully still
out of town on a case of some kind.  No one around to 
interrupt anything he had planned.  Oh...and he had finally
talked Byers into letting him teach him some basic yoga.
    It wasn't like he couldn't have done it any other time;  
they certainly had plenty of lazy days when they could hole
up in one of their rooms and stretch.  But Langly had his way;
his own unique brand of yoga.  He insisted on them both being
naked.  
    For Langly, that wasn't a problem.  He wasn't very self-
conscious about his body and would gladly prance around in
the buff if Frohike (or Byers, for that matter) would let him.
But Byers...well, he was modest enough for both of them.  For
all three of them, actually.  So, it took a weekend alone, free
of all possible interruptions, for him to feel comfortable doing
this with his lover.
    After a long, relaxing shower together, they dry each other
off and Langly leads Byers to his room.  On the floor he had 
placed a soft exersise mat with a blanket draped over it.  
    "Come on," Langly tells him, gently tugging at him to sit down 
on the mat, facing him.  Byers obeys and settles himself in a 
loose cross-legged position and waits for his lover to do
something.
    Free of all materials that could hinder his movement, including
his glasses, Langly feels very comfortable.  He takes a moment
to breath deeply, settling himself into the peaceful mood he 
needs.  He sees Byers watching him curiously.  He smiles.  "It's
okay, John.  It's just us here, you can relax."
    Byers nods, visibly forcing the tension from his body.  He 
glances around, unsure of what he is supposed to be doing.
    Langly moves closer until his knees are almost touching the
other man's.  He runs his hands softly up Byers' thighs, a smooth,
relaxing massage of his nervous muscles and the older man 
closes his eyes.  
    The younger man lets his hands move slowly over Byers' body,
massaging the tense spots in his legs, up to the sensitive muscles
in his abdomen for a moment before moving to his chest.  He 
takes his time, watching the other man's face as he moves.  
Absentmindedly teasing nipples into hard points before moving
up to his shoulders and down his arms with soothing motion.  
    He gets to his knees, crawling around behind Byers to continue
his work.  The older man turns his head toward him, curious.  
"What--" 
    "Shhh, John," Langly cuts him off quietly.  "Let me do this."
He leans down to brush a brief kiss across Byers' neck as he 
works his hands into the tight shoulders and down the spine,
As he moves down he lightly kisses the skin in the wake of his
massaging hands.  
    "Ringo..." Byers scolds with a light laugh.  "I thought this was
supposed to be *yoga* related?"
    "It is," the younger man responds, not stopping his motion. 
"You need to be completely relaxed so you don't pull any muscles
or anything."  His hands move down to lightly graze over the
naked buttocks, teasingly squeezing for a moment before letting
his hands move around and back to the front, resting on Byers'
thighs again.   "Do you feel relaxed?"
    "Mmhmm," Byers answers, absorbed in the warm embrace.
He suppresses the instinctive shiver from the delicate brush
of soft, fine hair against the bare skin of his back.
    "Okay," Langly says, resting his chin on the older man's
shoulder.  "I want you to do something very basic now.  I need
you to stretch your legs out in front of you, then fold them back
up with your feet on the tops of your thighs.  It's the most basic
position, the lotus."
    Byers does what he's asked, carefully pulling his now-relaxed
legs up toward his body, one at a time to fold neatly into his lap.
He feels tense again, muscles protesting the unusual position.
But Langly is right there, his hands moving over the older man's
thighs, down his calves to release the tension.  "You okay?" he 
asks softly.
    "Yeah," Byers sighs as his body gets accustomed to this tuck.
    "Good, that's good," Langly mutters encouragingly, never 
breaking contact with the other man.  "Think you can stay like
this for a few minutes?"
    "Um...maybe," he answers hesitantly.
    "Okay, I'm gonna do something and you tell me if you want 
me to stop, if your legs start to hurt, all right?"
    "Yeah, okay."
    "Just stay relaxed...trust me," Langly tells him.  He pulls his 
legs out in front of him, wrapping them around Byers' body
under his folded legs.  With his arms he wraps around to hold
onto Byers' knees and slowly pulls the older man back with him
until Langly is flat on his back with Byers on top of him, his 
tightly folded body encased in the younger man's.  Langly pulls
his legs up to support Byers completely.
    Byers makes a little whimpering noise, his breathing speeds
up at the action.  Langly calms him, gently rubbing his legs and 
kissing the top of his head.  "It's okay, just relax, I've got you."
    "Mmm...doesn't this hurt you?"
    "Not if I do it right."  Meaning keeping his legs up to keep the
man on top of him from crushing certain vital areas of his 
anatomy.  He keeps Byers here for a few minutes, caressing him
softly with his hands while listening to him breath.  
    "Ree?"
    "Yeah?"
    "Um...I need to move, my legs are killing me..."
    "Oh...sorry, okay," Langly says quickly.  With a fluid motion
he pushes them back up to a combined sitting position and Byers
unfolds his legs, stretching them out in front of him.  
    "You okay?" Langly asks him, keeping his arms wrapped around
Byers' chest and massaging his thighs again to relieve the strain.
    "Yeah, good.  That felt good, actually.  Was that a yoga 
position?"
    "Hmm...I don't think so.  I just thought it would be fun."
    "Ringo!" he giggles, leaning back against the younger man's firm
chest.  He closes his eyes as Langly's hands move over his body 
again.  
    When the wondering fingers briefly brush over the length of his
cock he smiles secretly to himself.  He has an idea of what Langly's
intentions were and doesn't mind at all.  
    Langly lets his hands wonder up again, over Byers' chest, up to
his shoulders and down his back before once again moving to the
front.  With one hand he slid his fingers down to rest on either 
side of the base of Byers' cock, just resting there.  
    Byers tenses just a little, leaning back more determinedly.  He
breaths deeply.  Langly's lips so gently against his neck, around
his throat.  "Is this okay, John?" he asks politely.
    "Oh, yeah," Byers breaths.  He struggles to keep his hips from
pressing into the hand on his crotch, waiting for Langly to make
the next move.  
    He doesn't have to wait long.  The younger man slowly brings his
fingers up, wrapping around his cock and stroking gently along the
underside and grazing over the head.  Langly keeps his other hand
pressed firmly against Byers' chest, holding him tight against his 
own body and feeling the little shivers and tremors as they pass 
through the older man.  "Ree, I'm not feeling so relaxed anymore..."
Byers mumbles shakily, knowing without looking that his is hard
from the teasing strokes.
    "Would you rather be?"
    Byers gasps at the promising squeeze.  "Not really..."
    "Good...cause there was something else I was wanting to try..."
    "I don't think my legs can handle any more of that folding right
now."
    "That's okay...you won't need to."
    Langly kisses the back of his neck as he finally moves away, 
standing to move to the night stand.  Byers suddenly feels cold
without the constant heat of his friend around him.  
    The younger man returns with the tube of lube in his hand and
settles himself back where he was supposed to be.  Byers leans
back against him as Langly squeezes some gel into his hand and
softly caresses the older man's cock with his slicked palm.  
    Byers' hands grope for something to brace himself with, finding
Langly's legs around him and sinking his fingers into the firm
flesh.  "Oh, god..."
    Langly chuckles at the heightened responses of his lover.  He 
reluctantly lets go of him to move.  Byers nearly topples over at
the sudden loss of support.  "Where are you going?" he complains.
    "Nowhere, baby," Langly smiles, leaning in to kiss him firmly on
the mouth when he gets in front of Byers.  "Just getting ready."
    Byers watches intently as Langly casually folds his legs into the
lotus position that he had struggled with a while ago.  The older man
crawls closer, his hand behind Langly's neck to kiss him deeply.
He pulls back with a gasp for air.  The younger man grins at him
before tipping back to lay on his back in this position.  Byers
understands and his arousal increases tenfold.  Taking up the tube,
he quickly lubes his fingers and tosses it aside.  He holds Langly's
folded legs up against the younger man's abdomen as he carefully
swipes his slick fingers over the tight entrance, coaxing the other
man to relax as Langly had done to him earlier.
    Langly braces one hand on the mat, a fistful of blanket and the
other hand holding his legs.  He gasps and presses up when Byers
finally enters him with one finger, pushing inside and stretching
him.  A second finger and he moans, the direct contact against his
prostate making him harder.  "Shit...John, hurry, please..."
    Byers pulls his fingers out and scoots his body forward, bracing
Langly's folded thighs on top of his own folded legs as he pushes
into him with his cock.  Langly tenses and Byers waits for him to
relax again before pushing further into him.  
    The older man leans forward parallel with the other man and 
braces his hands next to Langly's shoulders, using his stomach
to hold Langly's tightly folded legs between them.  The pressure
makes Langly groan as Byers starts to rock forward slowly, his
head bending down to kiss the younger man.  Byers kisses his 
exposed throat and down his chest as he thrusts deeper. 
    Langly pants frantically and grunts.  "Damn...John, this is 
starting to hurt my legs..."
    "Shit, sorry," Byers mumbles, pulling back and out to let Langly
unfold his legs.  He lets his legs fall on either side of Byers for
a moment to let them rest.  Byers leans down to lick his stomach
while he catches his breath.  
    "Oh man...John..." he moans.  Byers leans back as Langly pulls
his legs up with his hands, thighs pressed to his chest and knees 
pulled up to his chin.  "Please...now."
    Byers marvels at his lover's determined nature and leans in 
again, letting Langly's feet press against his own chest and 
entering him again with renewed energy.  He pulls his own legs 
closer to wrap his legs around and halfway under the younger 
man to help control his thrusts.  He reaches around Langly's legs 
to find his hard cock, pressed firmly against his belly.  He 
strokes the head with his fingers as much as he can in the 
cramped space.  
    "OH!  Fuck...oh, god, John..." Langly cries out and tries to 
thrust up against him.  He realizes his current position is not 
conducive to mutual stroking.  He pushes Byers back a little 
with his feet so he can unfold his legs.  Byers never pulls out, 
just leans back so Langly can rest his legs over the older man's 
shoulders to open himself up more.  
    Byers leans down to capture Langly's mouth in the new, looser
position.  Langly's knees bend over his shoulders, ankles wrapped
together behind his neck, Byers thrusts faster as he feels his
climax approaching rapidly.
    Langly moans, panting harshly and crying out incoherently as
he, too, feels the nagging pull at his spine for release.  He feels
Byers' fingers tighten around his cock and pump frantically to
match the pace of his cock inside of him.
    Byers pulls back, almost all the way out and rocks forward
again, changing his angle slightly and making the younger man
scream like he's never heard before.  Peripheral vision shows
him Langly's arms, fingers gripping in a white-knuckled death
grip on the blanket under them as he comes.  A violent reflexive
buck up against him and Langly spurts onto his own chest and 
belly.  
    The older man lets go of his cock and braces both of his hands
down to thrust urgently toward his own orgasm.  A few quick,
deep thrusts and he's there, crying out and coming hard into
his lover.
    Langly pants desperately, pulling his legs down and letting 
them fall to the floor on either side of the other man's legs.
Byers, trembling and gasping, crumples and falls onto Langly,
his body dead weight on top of the younger man.  
    After several breathless moments Byers finally raises his
head, resting his bearded chin on Langly's breastbone to look
up at him.  With a sated but still playful smile, he manages to
mumble, "So...when do I get my next yoga lesson?"
    Langly chuckles incredulously and wraps his arms over his
lover.  "Jesus Christ..." he chokes out, his voice harsh from
the screaming.
    Byers laughs softly and turns his head again, cheek pressed
to his friend's chest and rocking with every hard breath.  
    The younger man can see neither of them will be moving any
time soon, so he reaches over to tug at the edge of the blanket,
pulling it across and over their tangled bodies.  
    Resting one hand on the back of Byers' head and stroking his
soft hair smoothly, Langly feels the older man's body relax on
him, breathing slower and gradually falling into a comfortably
warm sleep.  Langly, too, falls asleep with his lover's body draped
casually over him, more relaxed than he's ever been.

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End.