TITLE: Warm Thoughts
FANDOM: X-files
AUTHOR: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: These characters belong to Chris Carter.
I just take them out and play with them from time to
time.
WARNING: Sexually Explicit m/m
SUMMARY: Krycek's thoughts and dreams as he lies handcuffed
On Skinner's balcony.
WARM THOUGHTS
"Warm thoughts! Shit! He wants me to think warm
thoughts! I'm freezing my balls off out here and he's
talking about warm thoughts!"
Krycek huddled on the balcony of Walter Skinner's
apartment; shivering in the night air. He could hear
them talking inside; probably trying to decide what to
do with him.
After a time the voices stilled and the lights were
turned off. Must have gone back to bed, he thought.
He drew his knees up tight against his chest and
pulled them close with his free arm; trying to keep
warm. He leaned his head against the railing and dozed
off.
The sound of the sliding glass door opening, awakened
him.
"Sorry I had to do that, Krycek. I had to make it
look real." Skinner bent down beside him and unlocked
the hand cuffs.
"You OK?"
"Yeah. Just freezing, is all." He stood rubbing the
circulation back into his half-frozen hand.
"C'mon inside. I made some hot chocolate."
"You know I love hot chocolate?
Is there anything about me you don't know?"
"Just what Director Cassidy told me."
"So how does she want me to play this one?"
Alex took a seat in Skinner's kitchen.
"Same as usual. Follow Mulder's lead. Help out where
you can, report back, but above all, don't blow your
cover."
"Is she ever going to bring me in? I'm so tired of
all this. I hate everybody thinking I'm the bad guy."
"I know. It's gotta be rough. She can't keep you
under for much longer. It's been, what; five years
now?"
"I lost track. I don't even count them anymore. I
just want out."
"Maybe after this pouch thing is settled..." He
wasn't all that hopeful.
"This chocolate is good. Thank you."
"You're welcome and you're welcome to the guest room
upstairs again."
"Thanks. A warm bed sounds great about now."
Skinner rinsed out the cups and put them in the
dishwasher.
Upstairs, Krycek took a quick shower then climbed into
bed. He tossed and turned but sleep was nowhere to be
found. He slid his legs over the side of the bed and
walked to the window and stood there, forehead leaning
against the glass. Would this never end? Would
people hate him forever? This was not what he
bargained for when Director Cassidy offered him the
assignment. She said a year; maybe two. It had been
five now. He wanted out.
His senses were attuned enough to his surroundings
that he heard Skinner walk in. He didn't turn around
to acknowledge him though.
Skinner stood, looking across the room in the darkness
at the naked man staring out the window; moonlight
bathing him with silvery glow. A few barefoot steps
and he was at Kyrcek's back.
"Can't sleep?" he asked; closer to him than he should
have been.
"I want out." Alex brought a hand up to rub the back
of his neck.
Skinner replaced it with his both of his own. "Neck
hurt?" He massaged the knotted muscles.
"Ohh yeah. That feels good; thanks." He rolled his
head to pop his neck.
"So what would you be doing right now, if this job was
over and you were no longer undercover?" Walter continued
the massage.
"I don't know. Find somebody maybe. Settle down."
"You're lonely?"
"Yeah. Don't you ever get lonely?
"Uh huh. I just try to keep busy."
"That why you haven't retired yet? You got more than
20 years in."
"22 to be exact. If I retired, what would I do with
myself?"
"I don't know. Find somebody, I guess."
"Easier said than done, I'm afraid."
"That's true." He turned around to face Skinner.
"It would have to be somebody that knew you. Somebody
that understood...what you've been through."
"That narrows the field considerably." Skinner stood
there, hands on hips.
"You've got options, though. Everybody doesn't hate
you."
"Options? The only people I meet in this business are
not the type I'd be interested in."
"Exactly what type would you be interested in?"
"The type that would get me thrown out of the bureau."
Kyrcek snickered and looked back out the window. What
was Skinner doing in here? He seems to have taken no
notice at all that he's standing there in his slacks
only, talking to a naked man in the middle of the
night. He began to wish he had at least put his
briefs back on after showering. Didn't seem to matter
to Skinner though.
"So what are you looking for?" Skinner asked, leaning
against the wall next to the window and looking out.
"Same thing you are." The answer came out of his
mouth before he thought.
They looked at each other for a moment. Skinner
reached a hand up and caressed the side of Krycek's
face.
"You and me? That'd be crazy."
"Yeah, crazy." Krycek agreed, leaning his cheek into
Skinner's palm.
"Crazy could be good." Skinner stepped closer.
"Not a thing wrong with crazy." Krycek looked up,
green eyes blazing.
Skinner brought their mouths together in a soft
tentative kiss. He went to pull back but Krycek
caught his head and pulled him back into a fierce
kiss. Skinner let his hands drift down over shoulders
and back, pulling Kyrcek closer. Krycek pressed up
against him; hands coming down to slacks-covered hips
and pulled them close. Their mouths clung together,
tongues doing battle.
Skinner pulled his mouth away to take in a breath of
air then seized him again in a bear hug, burying his
face in Krycek's neck.
Krycek worked the zipper on the slacks and shoved them
down. He ran his hands over the bare back, slid down
and caressed the bare bottom. Arms came around front;
his two hands slid up into the softly furred chest.
He fingered both nipples and Skinner moaned
appreciatively. He licked and sucked one then the
other. Skinner gasped his appreciation.
Krycek went down slowly to his knees; slowly kissing
his way down. He stopped at the navel and tongued it;
Skinner squirmed.
Krycek kissed down further, down through the curly
black/gray hair. His cheek rubbed up against the
shaft and it stiffened immediately; full length.
Skinner gasped, grabbed the wall with one hand and
Krycek's shoulder with the other.
Krycek nuzzled the balls, heavy with need. He licked
his way around then up the length of the shaft;
circled the ridge with his tongue, then the tip.
"Shit! ...Alex..." Skinner tried to speak but
speech deserted him.
Krycek took him in then, all the way down his throat,
and back out again.
Skinner groaned.
He did this several times, until Skinner became
frantic, pumping his hips, thrusting into his mouth.
Kyrcek pulled off his with a slurp and waked over to
the bed and lay down. Skinner was on him, before
his head hit the pillow. Full length body press; hands
running everywhere, mouths clinging.
Alex managed to take one hand off Skinner long enough
to fumble in the bedside drawer and pulled out some
lube. He rolled Skinner over on his back; lubed him
up good and lowered himself down on him. Skinner's
head went back and his hips pressed up, up into the
tight channel that was enveloping him. He gripped
Alex's hips and held him tight as he thrust up into
him.
Alex, on his knees leaned down over him, kissing the
side of his neck, sucking on an earlobe.
In one swift movement, Skinner flipped them over;
Alex's legs resting on Skinner's forearms. His hands
slid up under Alex's shoulders and he held on tight as
he plunged into him again and again. Speed picking
up; each thrust deeper, harder. Alex's head going
from side to side; eyes trying to stay open to see
this man in action but losing the battle with every
thrust driving him closer and closer to the edge of
oblivion. Each stroke scraping across his magic spot,
pounding him, filling him with sparks of pure ecstasy;
he was so close, so close...
He heard it then; the front door to Skinner's
apartment opening. He was full awake now; wrist hand
cuffed to the railing. And there he was. The guy
with the pouch. Only he didn't have the pouch
anymore. That's what he was looking for. He dumped
Skinner's desk drawer and rummaged through it.
Finding nothing, he came out on the balcony. In
seconds he was grabbed and sailing over the railing.
Krycek managed to pull himself up and climb back over
the railing. He sat down to catch his breath. What a
way to wake up! He panted then let him mind wander
back over his dream. If only...If only he could
tell him. But Cassidy said no one was to know but
her. He'd tell Skinner one day; tell him how he felt
about him; maybe even get the chance to show him.
Until then, he had his dreams to keep him warm.
The End