Title: Touch
Author: Peach
Email address: Peach1250@hotmail.com
Fandom: X-Files
Pairings: Skinner/Krycek
Warnings: This story contains m/m relationship. If these things bother you *GO AWAY NOW* AU
Rating: NC17
Date: 03/20/02
Archive: No
Website: http://us.oocities.com/peach1250/index.html
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner, Krycek and the X-Files belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network. No copyright Infringement is intended no money is being made.
Summary: PWP oh no some plot is trying to sneak in. Walter remembers the first time.
NOTES: Thanks to Josan as always. I backed myself into a corner, with Smell. So I guess all the senses will make an appearance. I decided Taste and Touch would be FPPOV. So this is Walter's turn.
NOTE II: I was told that I used a term that may not be familiar to all of you so here is the definition from the slang dictionary:
wife-beatern 1. a sleeveless undershirt. Origin: before wearing a wife-beater as one's only shirt became a popular style, they were worn in that fashion primarily by people who were too poor to buy outer shirts, such as alcoholics. One stereotypical American image of an alcoholic is someone wearing an undershirt and beating his wife.

"Walter, it's me. Just wanted to let you know I'll be home Friday night. I can stay until Tuesday, if you want to take some time off. See you then. Love you."

I stood smiling at the answering machine, like an idiot. Not quite as good as phone sex but hearing his voice is always wonderful. Friday, huh? That gave me two days to get ready. The Director would probably send me for psych evaluation when I took more days off. It had only been six weeks since I took a week off to be with him. For the first time since before I took over the X Files, I was actually using my vacation.

Him. What an innocuous word for Alex Krycek, assassin, double agent, warrior, and most of all, my beautiful lover.

We had been seeing each other for years now. The first time we'd had sex had been while he was still at the bureau. I had been out cruising, something I didn't do often and almost never in D.C. But it had been a difficult week and a long time since I'd been up a tight ass.

I was watching the crowd on the dance floor, looking for a boy to take into the back room, when a hand touched my arm. A deep voice whispered in my ear.

"Fancy running into you here. You really ought to get out of here before Mulder comes out of the back room."

I turned to look into sparkling green eyes and groaned. Damn! My new agent, looking good enough to eat in tight black jeans, an emerald green tank, with his jacket thrown casually over his shoulder.

"Mulder's here? Are you two together?"

"No. He doesn't know I'm here. I dropped in for a drink and saw a big bull like you leading him into the back room. I know the guy's rep, I think our little Fox is into rough trade."

"Rough trade? Do you think the guy will hurt him?"

"No more than he wants to be hurt. The guy isn't psycho, he just gives the boys what they want. Do you give the boys what they want, Walter?"

I knew there was no point in trying to lie. I was standing in a gay bar, wearing Doc Martens, thread bare jeans, and a black tee that looked like it had been spray painted over my chest.

"I needed a night out. I usually head up to New York when I feel the need."

"That's not an answer to my question, Walter."

"I figure if they go with me, it must be what they want. So what are you looking for? A *daddy*?"

"I don't bottom. Here comes Mulder's *date*, we'd better get out of here before he gets his pants up and comes out. That is unless you want to out yourself to him. Personally, I don't think you ought to, at least not now."

I looked to where the man was coming out of the back room. Grabbing Alex's arm, I pulled him back away from the railing of the balcony we were standing on. Mulder was coming out of the door just a few steps behind his *date*.

I pulled Alex further into the shadows and we both watched as Mulder straightened his clothes. He moved through the crowd toward the bar, ordered a drink and drained it. A man standing next to him whispered in his ear and he nodded. I watched as Mulder allowed the man to tug him back toward the room he had just come from.

"Guess he's not ready to go home. Are you, Walter?"

I realized then that I had been unconsciously stroking Alex's arm so I released him.

"No, but I guess I'd better find some other place to cruise. What about you? You heading home?"

"I'll tag along with you if that's ok. Maybe we can find us a cute little bottom boy and share him."

I looked into the green eyes seeing the challenge there. So, the boy liked playing games. Playing with me probably added a whole new dimension to the fun for him.

"I take it you feel we are pretty even here. This stays between us?"

"Of course. What better way to make sure I keep my mouth shut than by the two of us tag teaming a pretty little twink?"

"Got someplace in mind?"

"Place down the street called The Other Side."

"Lead the way."

We stopped to pick up my jacket and I saw the way Alex's eyes checked out the leather. He even leaned toward me to run his hand over my sleeve. My breath caught for a fraction of a second, but he picked up on that as well. Right then I knew I'd never be able to fool him.

The bar he took me to had a nice assortment of tight young boys. We found a table ordered a drink and discussed the merits of several. Finally, he pointed to a pretty thing in a wife beater. I nodded.

"Want to go get him or should I?"

"Why don't we go together?"

We rose and walked out onto the dance floor. He moved in behind the boy and began to dance while rubbing against the boy's ass. The boy threw a smile over his shoulder and wiggled back against Alex. I walked in front of him, sidled into his personal space. He smiled up at me, reaching back with one arm pulling Alex in closer, his other wrapped around me.

It had been many years since I had made this type of sandwich. We danced through the number and when the music paused, Alex whispered in the boy's ear. I watched as a pink tongue slipped from the boy's mouth to wet his lips. Felt his hand slide down my back to squeeze my ass. He nodded before letting go of Alex and me.

Alex turned, left the floor with the boy following, I trailed right along behind them. It took very little time to get outside.

"Walt, where do you live?"

"Crystal City."

"I'm closer, we'll go to my place."

"Can we grab a bite first? I didn't have dinner." Our *date* spoke for the first time.

"I think we can afford to feed you. What's your name?"

"Boy." The cheeky grin made me laugh.

Alex grinned at him.

"Ok, Boy. What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever you'll buy me."

I turned without a word and headed to an all night diner down the street. We crowded into a booth, Alex surprising me by moving to the middle. We ordered dessert and coffee while the boy ordered a full meal.

Alex and I watched as Boy put away a huge dinner. I tried to keep a straight face while Alex attempted conversation with the guy. Finally, Alex shrugged, turned to me with a grin, then grabbed my crotch. I grinned back.

"Does it meet with your approval?"

"Depends. Are you a grower?"

"Keep your hand there a little longer and you'll find out."

His grin grew wider as he squeezed my cock. I watched his tongue slip out to wet his lips as he worked me under the table. It didn't take long for me to harden.

"Oh, yeah. You're a grower."

He squeezed and stroked as Boy continued to scarf down the food.

"Am I allowed the same privilege?"

I asked politely before I reached for him under the table. He was already hard so I rubbed my hand over him. Noting how thick he was, I figured if we both fucked Boy he might have trouble sitting tomorrow.

We continued playing under the table until Boy burped loudly signaling he had finished eating.

I paid for the meal as Alex and Boy went out to flag down a cab. I got outside to find Alex kissing Boy as they waited in the cab for me. I found myself irritated that he was kissing our trick.

The apartment he had then was small but clean. The bed firm the way I like, especially for fucking. The boy looked as good out of his clothes as he did in them. The sex was ok. I got more out of watching Alex fuck the boy than I did out of the blowjob the boy gave me while Alex fucked him from behind. Boy definitely needed to practice sucking.

I came shortly after Alex did, triggered by the sight of him ripping off the condom and shooting on the boy's back. Years later he would tell me he was coming for *me* so he wanted me to see it.

I was dozing when the boy left. Barely registered Alex getting into bed with me. He told me later that I sighed as he snuggled up to me and wrapped his arms around me. I really don't remember.

But I do remember waking up to the feel of a thick hard cock rubbing between my cheeks. I pulled away from him then. Turning to look at him, being able to see his face in the light coming through the bathroom door.

His eyes fluttered and I knew he was dreaming. I'm still not real sure why I did what I did then. I told myself at the time that I just wanted to see how it felt to kiss him. I didn't kiss my tricks. Matter of fact, I'd had little experience with kissing men period.

But he has the prettiest mouth.

So I bent forward and kissed him. His hand reached to pull me closer. I found myself rutting against him as we kissed. When he pulled back, his eyes opened.

"Walter? I was dreaming. Why are you still here?"

"I woke up with you wrapped around me, trying to fuck me."

"Can you blame me? You do have a great ass. Mind you, I don't quite see how that led to you kissing me."

I know I blushed then. I sputtered as I tried to come up with a reason.

"You were…you looked…Damn! I wanted to feel your lips. See if they are as soft as they look."

"What's the verdict?"

"I think I need to check again. You distracted me when you pulled me against you."

"I'll try to be still this time."

I moved in for another kiss. One led to another and another. I felt his hand grip me. He worked our cocks together as we continued kissing. I pulled back when my balls tightened.

"You better stop that or I'm going to make a mess."

His hand stilled. He stared at me for a long moment, coming to a decision.

"I'd rather you make a mess with me inside you."

I had never allowed that but suddenly I wanted him to do it. I rolled away from him, reaching to the drawer he had pulled a condom from earlier. I rolled it down over him, turned on my side holding the lube back for him to grab. I moaned as he worked me open, his long fingers so sure and steady. I pushed back onto them, wanting more and knowing he was going to give me more.

I couldn't stop the gasp as he entered me.

"You're tight as a virgin, Walter. How long since you've done this?"

"I…ah…"

He twisted up over my shoulder, tugging at my chin. I avoided looking at him.

"Well, I'll be damned. I just copped Walter Skinner's cherry."

I moaned as I felt the heat spread up my face. I waited for the laugh I was sure would be forthcoming. Instead, his lips covered mine. The kiss was sweet, gentle, all those things romance novels talk about but real life seldom delivers. I moaned as I felt him pull out of me. When his mouth left mine, I rediscovered my ability to speak.

"What are you doing? Don't stop."

"I'm not stopping, just rearranging. I want to see your face when you come with my cock inside you."

He motioned for me to turn on my back. I lifted my hips for him to place the pillows under me.

"Put your legs up around my hips, Walter. I want to be able to kiss you."

He positioned himself and I reached down to guide him inside me. He took his time. Later he told me he didn't want to hurt me, he was afraid I wouldn't ever let him do it again if it hurt. He kissed me as he started to move in me.

Slowly, as if I were delicate. That was fine until the need overwhelmed me.

"Harder! Fuck me harder!"

He smiled at me and I knew then that I was lost. Of course, it would take me years to admit it to myself much less him. He kissed me with bruising force before lifting his body up high on his hands.

I hissed at him as he gave me what I had asked for. The next day I had trouble sitting but it was worth it.

For the first time ever in my life, I screamed as I came.

The triumph in his eyes was plain to see just before he added his voice to mine. I felt him jerking inside me and knew he was coming right along with me.

The ringing of the phone brought me out of my daydream. Damn telemarketers.

I went shopping on my lunch hour on Thursday. I had Kim reschedule my appointments for Friday and arranged to take off half a day Friday as well as Monday and Tuesday.

Friday afternoon, I put the new green satin sheets on the bed. While shopping, I had purchased several things for our weekend. A new rabbit fur mitten. The Kama Sutra Bedside Lovers Toolkit, which contained edible sweet Honey Dust (feather applicator included), and spicy, tingly Original Oil of Love, lubricating Love Liquid, and Pleasure Balm. A blindfold.

This weekend was to be all about touching and feeling.

I wanted to give him a pleasurable weekend. Our time together is so precious that I try to make it as special as possible for us both. I spend part of my time it thinking up new fantasies for our phone conversations and planning how I will spoil him when I see him.

He had enjoyed the spa fantasy so much. Making a seemingly offhand comment a few weeks later when my hair was growing back.

"Steve sure looked good all sleek and hairless. Made it was so easy to suck his balls and eat his sweet ass."

I had gotten up early the next morning to shave for him. I had been shaved ever since. The shower and tub were now cluttered with moisturizing cleaning gels and after shaving lotions to keep my skin soft for him.

Once I had the bedroom set up, I headed downstairs to start dinner. That was another thing that had changed since the night we had become exclusive. Now, I showed off my cooking skills to him whenever he was with me. That, too was a result of a comment.

He had come in unexpectedly one Wednesday and I was in the middle of chopping onions to add to the beef stew I was making for dinner.

"Walter, I didn't know you could cook."

"You don't expect to learn all my secrets in one night, do you?"

"We've been fucking each other a lot longer than one night. So, what else can you do?"

"Sew on a button, iron my own shirts when needed, grow my own tomatoes."

"How are you at shoulder rubs?"

"Arm hurting?"

"Big time, it's been a bad month. Think I'll go soak in the jacuzzi while you finish up dinner, if you don't mind?"

"Kiss first?"

I had kissed him then sent him on his way. I found him fast asleep when I went to call him to eat. I helped him dry off, wrapped him in my robe, tucked him under the covers, and then went to get a bowl for him. He took the first bite hesitantly then devoured the rest like he hadn't eaten in days.

"That was delicious, Walter. Thanks. I was so hungry."

He slid down in the bed and by the time I got back from cleaning the kitchen, he was asleep again. I just undressed and joined him, smiling as he rolled into my arms.

Tonight, I was planning to feed him eggplant parmesan, spaghetti with a meatless sauce, a big salad, and calamari. Maybe not the best balance of food but I knew Alex only really ate when we were together. Most of the time his diet consisted of coffee and whatever he could grab on planes or cheap coffee shops.

The email I had received that morning told me when to expect him, so I had everything ready when I heard his key in the lock. I hurried to meet him to find him shrugging off his jacket by the entry closet. He turned, giving me a dazzling grin.

"Honey, I'm home. What's for dinner? Smells heavenly."

I took his jacket and hung it up before pulling him close. I tried to put all my love into the kiss.

"Welcome home, honey. Let's get you fed then a nice long soak in the jacuzzi."

"That sounds great."

I didn't press him for conversation during dinner. I had learned that he sometimes needs some decompression time. I set his dessert in front of him then headed upstairs to fill the jacuzzi. I was swirling the pheromone oil "guaranteed to drive your lover wild" into the water when he spoke, his voice that deep rumble that goes straight to my cock.

"Trying to make me smell good before you seduce me, Mr. Skinner?"

"Planning on making us both smell good. Thought I'd join you, if I may?"

"Just what I was hoping for."

I stood and moved forward to help him undress. He eased down into the hot water as I undressed. When I stepped into the tub, he spread his thighs inviting me to lean back against him. His arm snaking around my chest.

I relaxed back, enjoying the feel of his lips as he nuzzled at my neck. Alex manages to give me more stimulation with just one hand than anyone before him could with two plus assorted body parts. I have come to love the gentle time with him. Just touching. I know men aren't supposed to feel that way but with Alex, I feel things I never dreamed of.

When the water cooled, we toweled each other off, arousing each other in the process. I led him to the bed and instructed him to lie down for a massage. He always comes to me with his muscles knotted with tension and I send him back into the world relaxed.

I started with the rabbit fur. Rubbing slowly over his shoulders, back, taking extra time with his ass, then down to his legs. He purred contentedly. Putting the fur aside, I straddled his body and warmed the Oil of Love before I began to work it into his body.

His shoulders were tight, as usual. I kneaded the bunched up muscles and was rewarded with a deep sigh as my efforts brought relief. Scooting down his body, I nestled my erection between his cheeks. He raised his head long enough to send me a dazzling smile.

I knew he was as hard as I was but we both wanted the rest of his body relaxed before we got to the main event. I worked more oil into his back. Again, I took my time, loving the feel of his skin under my hands. I moved off him so that I could reach his legs and gave them the same deep massage as the rest of his body.

I poured more oil into my hands and rubbed it into him, starting at his neck and moving down. Then lying full length on his body, I rubbed as sensuously as possible against him.

He growled and bucked me up and off him. I watched with a smile on my face as he rose and looked over the array of goodies on the table. He picked up the blindfold and dangled it from his fingers.

"This for me or you?"

"Either or. You choose."

He pitched it toward me. "Put it on. Where are your cuffs?"

I moaned low in my throat, knowing that I was in for long ride. "Bottom drawer."

"Bottom? How very Freudian, Walter." His beautiful grin my last vision for a long while.

I heard the drawer and then felt the cold metal of the first set of cuffs. I didn't need to be told to raise my hands. He secured me quickly. I felt the slight disturbance as he dropped what I was sure was the Love Liquid next to my body.

I have no clues where they come up with these names. I had tried the stuff while masturbating during our last phone call and it worked as described, so it should be perfect for a long session.

"Lift your hips for me, Walter."

I did as instructed. He used all of the pillows raising me high enough to make it easier for him to use me. I planted my feet, keeping my legs spread for him. I've never given myself to anyone as I do him. But then I've never loved anyone as I do him. I'm sure he has never loved as he loves me.

His first touch was gentle, the lightest of caresses on my inner thigh. Being blind helps you focus on touch. I heard the cap and felt the cool kiss of the liquid at the base of my balls. Then his hand was smoothing it up and he rolled my balls in his fist, squeezing lightly. My hips lifted of their own accord, seeking greater contact with that gentle hand.

I groaned when the hand withdrew.

"Be patient. I have no intention of letting you come yet. I'm going to make you beg."

"Fuck!"

"Later. Right now, I want to touch what is mine."

I couldn't stop the smile. I love it when he calls me that. He doesn't use endearments often but that single word comes often from his lips. I sometimes wonder if he expects me to refute him. Instead, I grin like an idiot every time he says it.

All thoughts fled as he squirted more lube on me and got down to serious torture. He worked on my balls until they pulled up tight and he knew I was seriously close to coming. He moved off the bed and I whimpered.

"Don't worry, I'm not going far."

I listened closely, trying to determine what he was doing. His hand touched the head of my cock and I knew instantly what he had been doing.

"Shit!"

"Walter, we really need to discuss your penchant for foul language when I'm making love to you."

"Have you ever had that shit rubbed on the head of your cock?"

"I'm not the one whose balls were retreating into his body."

The Pleasure Balm did just what he wanted it to do, it slowed me down. I heard his footsteps and then the water running in the bathroom. Good to know he wasn't planning on making any other parts of me numb. At least, not yet.

He came back and I felt his weight settle on the bed.

"Now, let's try this again."

Only instead of caressing my balls - and other regions south, I felt the fur as he caressed my chest. Pinching my nipples and rolling them against the fur. My body responded by arching toward the new sensation.

"You wouldn't be able to enjoy this as much if you still had your own fur."

I made no reply. None was needed. His reaction that morning when I shaved the second time had more than told me how he felt.

By the time he stopped playing, my nipples were so sensitized that when his tongue took over the assault, I screamed. His teeth bit lightly and I pulled so hard at the cuffs on my wrists I was bruised for a week. His body rubbed against me. His chest against mine as he kissed me deeply.

"Does my captive want to be fucked?"

"Yes."

My voice was little more that a croak.

"How badly? Will he beg me?"

"Please. Fuck me, please!"

"Ah…How can I say no when you beg so sweetly."

His body left mine. But soon his fingers were at my hole. A part of me settled then, content to wait for his penetration of me. His cock inside me is my greatest pleasure. A deep sigh slipped from my lips as he entered me.

He bent forward rubbing his chest against mine and trapping my hard cock between us. When his lips brushed mine, I opened like a baby seeking a nipple. He ravaged my mouth as he continued to rub against me. I moaned as his body lifted even though I knew he would just be getting in position to fuck me as I had asked.

He started slowly pulling out all the way then plunging back into me. I pushed up to meet him as much as I could, welcoming his invasion of my body. He continued to rock into me for hours, days, I'm not sure, I was lost in him. In the feel of him in me.

"So tight. I love being in you. No one else has ever given me the pleasure you do, Walter. I could love you for this alone. For giving yourself to me."

"Touch me, Alex. Deeper, where no one else ever has. I love you."

His thrusts became rough at that point. I wrapped my legs around him to give him as much access as possible. He added a hard twist on every down stroke and I was soon begging incoherently for more, harder, deeper, begging him to make it hurt, make me his.

His heavy breathing was all the answer I received other than the violence with which he used me. When his hand wrapped around my cock, I screamed again and shot, my body jerking with the power of it, of him. A single word whispered above me.

"Mine!"

Some time later, I came back to the reality of my lover lying on my chest. My come gluing us together. A contentment settling in my heart. I twisted my head enough to plant a kiss on his damp hair.

"I think I must have done something really fantastic in a prior life."

"Why is that, Walter?"

"I got you in this one."

His head rose and a sweet kiss was planted on my chest.

"Give me a minute and I'll get you out of the cuffs."

"Take all the time you want. Feels good having you on me, in me."

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