White Wine
by Surreal
Feedback!!! (surreal666@hotmail.com)
Category:  Langly/Byers
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers:  No way
Disclaimer:  These lovely boys belong to someone
else who won't let them play like this.  So, I'm 
borrowing them so they can have some fun.
Author's note:  This story is for Alison, who
wanted to see Langly, Byers, and an ice cold
bottle of white wine.  Who am I to say no?
Summery:  Langly, Byers, and a bottle of white
wine.

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Lone Gunmen Headquarters
Saturday afternoon

Ah, the view certainly left little to be desired.

Byers could see Langly sprawled bonelessly across the
couch, the hellishly hot weather reducing the younger 
man  to a puddle in a pair of gym shorts that also left 
little to the imagination.

With no work needing their immediate attention and
Frohike doing some "scouting" in upstate New York 
for the weekend, Byers found himself formulating a
scenario he had hatched earlier that week.

Opening the freezer, he discretely dug around for 
something he had been saving for this weekend.  With
a triumphant little sigh, he pulled the chilled bottle out
and quietly made his way back to the living room/office,
grabbing a single, delicate glass out of the cupboard 
along the way.  Inwardly he congratulated himself on 
remembering to take off his shoes, wanting to make as 
little noise as possible.
 
With a cautious peek, he saw that Langly's eyes were 
closed, but the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the 
side of the couch told Byers that the younger man was
awake and mentally listening to music.  Or typing, he 
could never tell.

Very slowly, he brought the ice cold glass bottle of 
white wine

//1997 Tremblay Chablis 1er Cru//

over the center of the still form, and carefully set it,
without letting go, on Langly's crotch.

"FUCK!!!"  The younger man nearly jumped out of his
skin at the sudden chill on his otherwise overheated
body.  

"Only if you ask nicely," Byers countered matter-of-
factly, pulling the bottle aside.

Langly gaped at him for a moment, at a rare loss for
words.  Byers took that slack-jawed opportunity and
captured Langly's mouth with his own.  

The blond man pulled back after a moment, gasping.
"Jesus, John!  Give a guy a little warning, will ya?"

"Now, where's the fun in that?" Byers whined, doing 
his best to show his arousal with just a hint of husk in
his otherwise smooth tone.  He sat on the edge of the 
couch next to his lover, setting the bottle of wine and
the glass on the coffee table.  

With an unnatural ease, Byers pulled the cork from the
bottle without so much as a hiss from the contents.  A 
smooth motion and he filled the single glass, setting the
bottle back down.  

He took a tiny sip, savoring the hint of green apples 
in the rich liquid.  He put the glass to Langly's lips, but
the younger man instead took it from his hand and had
Byers take another drink.  As he pulled the glass away
he leaned in to kiss him, tasting the cold, sweetness on
the older man's tongue.  

"Mmm...tastes expensive," Langly commented.

"Only the best," Byers replied.  He pushed Langly back
down onto his back, running his free hand over the younger
man's chest.  Dipping two fingers into the glass, he reached
down to caress the warm, pale flesh with those fingers, leaving
a trail of liquid in their wake.  He leaned down, running his
tongue up Langly's chest along the wine trail.  The sweet, 
smooth wine mixed with the sharp tang of sweat made an
arousing combination.

Langly closed his eyes, savoring the feel of his lover's 
mouth on his chest, teasing his nipples into hard spikes
and sending a wave of lust through his body.  He felt 
himself getting hard, his breathing becoming harsh and
ragged.  He wondered briefly how Byers managed to stay
so calm and together when he knew for a fact that the 
older man was just as turned on as he was.  

The blond man sat up, tugging at the buttons of Byers' 
ever-present dress shirt, pulling it off of the older man
and noting that the recent hot weather had forced Byers
to stop wearing an undershirt, much to both their delight.
Langly kissed him briefly before dipping his own fingers
into the glass of wine, now steadily becoming warmer, and
trailing those fingers over Byers' chest for him to return
the gesture.  

Byers moaned softly and let himself lean back onto the 
couch.  A corner of his consciousness noted gratefully
that Langly had draped a light blanket over the ragged
leather couch, saving both of them from the unavoidable
stickiness of sweaty skin on leather.  He felt Langly move
down, up on his knees and leaning over him to continue
licking his chest.  Byers absently tugged his pants off,
kicking them aside to add to the growing pile of discarded
clothes.  

The tickle of the cold liquid dripping on his chest made
Byers gasp and open his eyes.  He saw Langly gracefully
dripping wine from the glass and stopping to suck the 
little pools off of his skin.  Gradually working his way 
down he set the glass aside for a moment while he tugged
off Byers' boxers and tossed them aside.  

Byers pulled Langly up to kiss him, his hands moving down
to pull the younger man's shorts off as well.

Now both completely naked, Langly picked up the wine
glass again.  He took a small sip, held the liquid in his mouth
 as he moved down to Byers' crotch, carefully taking the
head of his cock into his mouth and letting the wine spill
down the hardened shaft.  With his tongue he cleaned up
the mess he'd made.  

The bearded man could only moan in response, the feel of
his lover's mouth around him, plus the sting of the alcohol 
leaving him incapable of coherent speech.  An involuntary
jerk of his hips and he knew he needed more.

Langly felt the older man's body respond, his own demanding
he take this game further.  He dipped two fingers into the
wine, then gently pushed those fingers into his lover.  Byers
cried out, half from the shock of sudden contact and half
from the sharp sting of the wine's ingredients coming into
contact with his sensitive inner tissue.  

The younger man pulled his fingers out again, his hand 
caressing Byers' leg.  "Sorry, baby...did I hurt you?"

Byers let his head fall back again,  panting from the humid
air.  "No...it's okay...please, don't stop," he pleaded.

Langly sat back, pulling Byers up with him.  The older man
responded instinctively, turning over to lay on his stomach.
Up on his knees just a little, he struggled to be patient even
as his body ached to be touched, to be joined.  He felt Langly's
fingers enter him again, the cold wine making him tense for
a moment even as he forced himself to relax.  

Movement, barely controlled shifts behind him and Langly
moves to shape his body around his lover's, using one hand
to guide his own cock into Byers.  Groaning softly at the
incredible heat surrounding him, he pushed in and stayed
there, savoring the feel.  

Byers could barely feel the drops of wine touching his
back, but he moaned out loud as Langly bend to lick the
puddles up, thrusting in slowly with each harsh rasp of 
his tongue.  Up further, the wine on the back of his neck
and Langly thrusting in hard as he strained to reach the
liquid trickling around Byers' throat and onto the blanket.
The older man cried out, all thoughts of the mess his lover
was making stamped out by the pressure of Langly's cock
hitting him deep inside, making him shudder as he was 
quickly losing control.

Langly wrapped his right arm around Byers, under him to 
stroke the older man's cock as they moved closer to the edge.  
But Byers grabbed the hand in his own, then taking the left
hand as well.  "No, don't...I don't need you to touch me..."
he gasped.

The younger man complied, feeling Byers' hands clutched
tightly around his own, pressed against the couch under
him.  Langly began to rock faster,  thrusting harder as the
older man bucked back into him, meeting his thrusts.  

Byers' pleasured moans became higher and more ragged
as his body strained for release.  With the last bit of
conscious thought he heard himself muttering under
each pant, tiny cries of "Ree..Ree...god...please..."

The sound of his lover's desperate pleas made Langly
increase his pace to a frantic, unsteady plunge that
set Byers' off, the older man raising his head to shout
as he came.  Langly waited for the tension holding him tight
to relax before he thrust in hard for a final time and came
hard, pushing himself deep into his lover, grunting from 
the effort.

Byers let his body collapse onto the couch, Langly following
him down.  

Langly pulled himself out of Byers, the older man turning 
slightly to lay on his side as he caught his breath.  The
younger man kept his body pressed against Byers', ignoring
the unbearable heat and the stickiness of the wine.

Pulling the end of the blanket down off the back of the 
couch to cover them from the waist down, Langly nestled
against Byers' neck, the sweet smell of the wine lingering.
He wrapped his arm over Byers, his hand moving up to
gently caress his lover's face.  

Langly raised his head to look down at Byers, and smiled
sleepily as he saw that the older man had fallen asleep from
exhaustion.  

Laying back down, he continued to caress Byers' face, 
graceful fingers dancing gently over the delicate features
until he, too, fell asleep with his lover in his arms...only the
slightest hint of the white wine drifting in the air.

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