WALTER SKINNER
There are cock suckers and then there are cock
suckers. Some, just barely do it. They hold and work
the shaft with one hand while vigorously sucking the
tip until their partner comes. They do it just to get
it done back to them. There are some who do it so
their partner will turn over and let them have what
they can't get any where else; a tight willing channel
to fuck. Some do it lovingly to bring their partners
as much pleasure as possible; out of love. Then there
are those who do it because they need it; they crave
it. They start at their partners inner thigh; tongue
their way up to nuzzle the ball sack; lingering licks
over the roughened texture of the sack and shuddering
with pleasure at each gasp from their partner. They
touch, lick, kiss and smell every fraction of skin and
revel in it. They nuzzle their noses and lips in all
the tiny places; tongue darting, probing everywhere
They spend long lavish moments savoring every aspect
of the erection; the feel of it on their finger tips,
the heft of it in their hands, the look of it as it
bobs for attention, the feel of it against their cheek
and tongue, the taste unlike anything else ever. They
caress their partner's groin, run fingers through the
curly hair, trail fingers through sensitive areas;
palm the buttocks holding it closer. Their partners
screams of delight and completion are music to their
ears; the taste, nectar for the Gods. To them cock
sucking is a life experience; one to be savored; a
gift to be given and received; A full body experience
of touch, sight, smell, taste and sound; a true work
of physical art to be treasured. This was the
category that Walter Skinner was in.
Walter didn't indulge very much. In fact, quite
seldom. His job as Assistant Director at the FBI left
him little time to savor the pleasures of life. His
marriage had gone down the drain after 17 years and he
had eased the loneliness and empty personal life by
lengthening his work hours. Walter often played both
sides of the fence. If he had to state a preference,
sexually, he would prefer men but women were a lot
easier to come by. There were always plenty around
the area ready and willing to romp with a DC VIP. He
had ended more than one "date" because some doe-eyed
bimbo wanted to hear all about his work, his important
or unusual cases. The bar scene was not really his
thing. So after a few years as a divorced man on the
prowl, he started visiting Madam Mai Ling's.
She had exactly what he was looking for. Her
"host/hostesses" ranged in ages from 18 to 80, male
and female and were all certified clean and 100
discreet. The billing was done monthly and showed up
on his credit card as "Consulting fees". You were
escorted in through a private entrance down a secluded
hallway and into a room. You never passed anyone and
no one ever saw you there. Perfect.
Walter's world had turned rosy the last several months
and he had been visiting Mai Ling's on a weekly basis;
every Saturday night. His most detested enemy had
been arrested last year and his trial was in full
swing. Walter felt sure, that the Smoking Man would
figure some way to wrangle out of the current
situation but somehow it seemed as though his powerful
friends had deserted him. He was sitting now, daily,
in a court room, orange jump suit, hands and feet
shackled; his furtive threatening glances searching
the room for help. Walter tried not to smile but
couldn't stop the slight upturn to his lips every time
the old man's gaze rested on him.
The old son-of-a-bitch was finally going to get what
he deserved.
There had been months of testimony; a good deal of it
behind closed doors with a secret witness coming out
of the woodwork. All in all, what Walter had seen of
the trial, he enjoyed. He had testified to his part
in the postal workers body disappearance and following
evidence tampering. The Director herself, Jana
Cassidy, had testified to her knowledge of Walter's
part in it all and her giving him the go-ahead to work
with the Smoking Man to assure Scully's recovery.
Normally, he hated sitting through trials. They were
long and boring and his part in them was usually
small. This time it was different. This trial had
been a pleasure. Hour after hour, day after day, he
had sat there. Watching the old man squirm in his
seat.
He was one of the first to show up each morning and
one of the last to leave. It made all the years of
frustration worth while.
The trial ended on a Thursday afternoon and they jury
was dismissed to make their decision. Everyone was
very hopeful; the trial had gone well and a guilty
verdict was expected on all accounts. Friday morning
Walter went back to his neglected desk and sorted out
what work to start on first, which to be shuttled off
to someone else, and which to just toss. Friday
afternoon he got the call; a verdict had been reached.
In one day! That was highly unusual for a case this
complex.
He hurried to the court house and waited anxiously,
along with everyone else while the jury filed back in
and the foreman read his verdict. Guilty, on all 37
accounts. Guilty with their highest recommendation
for the strictest sentence possible. The verdict
was unanimous. A low murmur filled the courtroom and
the judge banged his gavel for order. The jury was
dismissed, the old man was taken away and it was all
over. Walter Skinner was a happy man!
He decided not to go back to work and instead went on
home straight from the courthouse, stopping only for a
fresh bottle of scotch at the liquor store and a
quick chicken sandwich at a drive through. It was
time to celebrate. He was really hungry for some
reason and ate his sandwich in the car on the way
home. Once home, he opened the bottle and poured
himself a drink. He sat on his white leather couch,
loosened his tie; toed off his shoes and rested his
feet on the coffee table. This was going to be a fine
weekend!
He was just three swallows into his first drink when
someone knocked at the door. "Ah shit!" he said
aloud, getting to his feet. The last thing he wanted
right now was visitors. He yanked the door open to
see Alex Krycek standing there; suit, white shirt open
at the neck, tie obviously recently removed. This was
not the Alex Krycek he remembered. They stared at one
another for a heartbeat then Alex spoke, "Did Cassidy
speak to you about me?" A slight up turn to his
mouth; a look of hope in his eyes.
"She did. Come in." He glanced up and down the hall,
making sure no one had followed the states secret
witness to his door.
"It's all over." Alex said with relief and a little
grin. "What do you think he'll get?"
"Has to be life. Can't see him getting anything
less." He closed the door behind them and locked it.
"Can I get you a drink?"
"No thanks."
"Sit down then." This was awkward for both of them
and it showed.
"Thanks." Alex took a seat in the chair across from
the couch where Walter had obviously been sitting.
Walter sat back down and sipped his drink. "I didn't
believe Cassidy at first when she told me about you.
Figured it was some kind of trick on your part."
Alex laughed, leaning forward, elbows on knees;
plastic hand cradled in the flesh hand. "I can
understand that. It just means I did my job well."
"You sure as hell did! I never would have guessed or
believed you were working for Cassidy all those years
if I hadn't heard it from her myself."
The silence was thick between them; filled with words
unspoken.
"Now that this is all over with, my part in it anyway;
I'm leaving. I need to be gone; out of sight. I was
wondering..." his words stalled and he looked down
at his hands twisting in front of him; he had to ask.
He couldn't live with himself if he didn't. He raised
his eyes back up to Walter's; feeling the brown eyes
holding his. "I was wondering if you might want to go
away with me?"
Walter was struck silent; his gaze never wavered;
never left the green eyes staring into his.
"You've got 23 years in Walter; why not retire?
You'll get full benefits." He pulled his eyes away
from the stare but they were drawn immediately back
again as if magnetized. "We'd be good together." It
wasn't what he wanted to say, but it was what came
out.
Walter stood and went over to his small bar. He
fiddled with the bottles and refilled his drink. He
stood staring into the amber liquid, swirling it in
his glass. Alex walked over and stood a few feet
away.
"There's something there between us, Walter. There
always has been from the beginning. I know it and you
know it. Even when things were at their worst, it was
there."
He couldn't deny it but he couldn't acknowledge it
either. "What makes you think I want to retire?" He
shifted the subject slightly.
"You hate this job and you know it. You weren't cut
out to shuffle papers; sit around and read reports or
sit in meetings all day. That's not you."
"You know me so well, do you?"
"I know the only time I see you smile is up at your
cabin in the mountains when you're bumming around in
jeans and flannel shirt. I've watched you chopping
wood, and mending the porch steps, clearing the weeds
back from your place. You like being outdoors; out in
the country. Your whole expression changes when
you're up there."
"You've been watching me?"
"Yeah. Partly my job, partly just for pleasure."
"The old man knows about that place?" He began to
bristle with discomfort.
"No. I only told him what he needed to hear. Neither
he nor Cassidy know about the cabin or Madam Mai
Ling's or about that magazine you keep folded back to
page 23 underneath your mattress."
Walter gulped and looked away; embarrassed but grateful
that his secret had been kept. He sipped his drink
nervously.
"Give me a chance, Walter. You won't regret it."
"You're crazy! You think I would just up and run off
with you?"
A look of disappointment crossed Alex's face; his eyes
cast down. "I'm sorry. I just thought...Too many
years of wishful thinking I guess." He turned and
headed for the door. He unchained the lock and
Walter's hand flat against the door stopped any
further movement.
"Where are you going? You just going to disappear?"
"That's the plan. I was hoping we could disappear
together."
They stared at one another; the distance between them
narrowing.
"Why me?" the words were barely above a whisper.
"You're the one I want. I've known it from the minute
we first met eight years ago when Wexler introduced
us. You felt it too, I know you did."
"What I felt was lust, nothing more."
"There's nothing wrong with lust. It's a start."
Alex grinned.
Walter chuckled, easing the tension.
"You're crazy, you know that?"
"Certifiable! But that doesn't change the fact that I
want you and you want me. I wouldn't be here right
now if I wasn't sure of that."
Alex stood with his back to the door; Walter with both
hands flat against the door on either sides of Alex's
head. Walter leaned down and brought their mouths
together in a tentative kiss. He started to pull back
but Alex caught the back of his head and brought them
back together in a kiss he had been planning for eight
years. It was worth the wait; like throwing a match
on a pool of gasoline. The passion between them
ignited as they gave way to the first real kiss either
of them had had in years and years.
Their mouths refused to release and their bodies
ground together; arms encircling, hands grasping to
touch whatever they could reach. Walter fumbled with
the button on Alex's slacks; the zipper came down and
hands slipped inside caressing the smooth firm
buttocks. They slid around front and grasped the cock
in one hand; balls in the other. Alex moaned and
pressed closer into Walter's hands. The kiss was
finally broken as they both gasped for air; eyes
locked for seconds before Walter dove for Alex's neck;
kissing, sucking, licking; breathing in the heavenly
aroma of an aroused Alex Krycek in his arms.
Walter sank down to his knees and pressed his cheek
against the damp bulge in Alex's briefs; in a second
they were down and Walter's face was buried in dark
brown curls and he was in heaven; hands wandering from
front to back stroking, caressing; nose nuzzling,
enjoying the dampness that wet his cheek. His lips
found their target and tongue reached out to taste and
savor this delight known as Alex Krycek. His mouth
took him in then and Alex's head thudded back against
the door with a groan. Walter barely had time to
enjoy the feeling of the hard cock filling his throat
when a hard pounding came to the door behind them.
They jerked apart and Walter stood up; motioned with a
finger across his lips for Alex to be quiet. The
pounding came again, along with a call this time.
"Skinner? I need to talk to you!" It was Mulder.
He pounded again.
Walter, ever so quietly, lifted the chain lock and
slid it back into place; took Alex by the hand and
pulled him towards the stairs.
Alex followed, pulling his pants up far enough so he
wouldn't trip and they made it up the stairs listening
to the continued pounding.
They stopped at the landing and Walter pulled him into
another embrace; kissing him thoroughly and pushing
Alex's jacket down off his shoulders; it landed on the
railing. Buttons were unbuttoned, shoes toed off,
shirt on the chair and slacks on the dresser. Briefs
hit the floor as Alex landed naked on the bed; Walter
on top of him.
Long moments spent savoring the taste and feel of each
others mouths; Walter's clothes slipping away bit by
bit. By the time he had worked his way back down to
Alex's cock, Walter was naked too and easing back into
bliss. There it was again. That wonderful cock; back
in his hands and in his mouth. The pounding in the
distance finally stopped but neither of them knew it
or cared. They were in their own little world now
where nothing existed but this room, this bed and the
two of them.
Much, much too soon for Walter's pleasure, Alex
stiffened up and came, filling Walter's mouth and
throat. Walter reluctantly let go and lay down beside
him, pulling Alex into his arms and holding him close.
Alex floated a few moments in afterglow then mumbled
something against the curly haired chest.
"Hmmm?" Walter asked.
"Lube. Got some. Pants pocket."
"I got some right here. You OK with this?"
"Oh yeah. Been dreaming of it for years." He rolled
over on his back while Walter reached into the night
stand drawer and pulled out a tube.
Walter squeezed some out onto his fingers and reached
between Alex's legs. He inhaled sharply at the
coolness but eagerly accepted the fingers entering his
body. Walter's fingers were long and strong and soon
had him prepared and anxious for penetration. Alex
stayed on his back; lifted his legs. They rested on
Walter's forearms assuming this position as if they
had always done so. Walter entered him slowly, easing
in a fraction at a time; watching Alex's face closely
for any signs of discomfort. Just a slight hissing
through clenched teeth at first then a gasp of
anticipation as he slid home. Eyes locked for several
seconds then the slow rocking began. Slightly out,
slightly back in; giving the body time to get used to
his size.
"You OK?" Walter asked, sweat running down his face
and dripping from his chin.
"Never better." Alex gasped out.
The strokes became longer then; pulling most of the
way out then sliding back in again, Alex grasping the
headboard for leverage; hips thrusting back with each
stroke.
The phone on the nightstand rang. Walter yanked it
out of it's cradle and hurled it out into the hall,
never missing a stroke.
Alex grinned and was rewarded with harder thrusts;
deeper and faster now. Walter leaned down and kissed
him, easing his arms up around the back of Alex's
shoulders. The closer contact allowed Alex's cock to
rub against Walter's stomach with every stroke.
They broke the kiss, gasping for air.
"You ready?" Walter whispered hoarsely in Alex's ear.
"YES! YES!"
Walter pounded into him then; filling the room with
grunts and groans of pleasure; and wails of delight as
they collapsed in a tangle of arms, legs, sheets,
sweat and semen.
It could have been a couple of minutes or a couple of
hours; neither of them knew or cared. Walter spoke
first.
"I need a shower." He pulled away reluctantly from
the warm body laying there next to him; eyes closed
and grinning. A sight he couldn't ever remember
seeing before; Alex Krycek grinning.
Walter stepped into the shower letting the warm water
cascade down over his exhausted body. There was just
nothing like a warm shower after hot, hot sex. Walter
took his pleasures where he found them and an
after-sex shower was one of them. He soaped himself
leisurely and stood rinsing when the shower curtain
rustled and Alex stepped in behind him.
"Thought maybe you might need someone to wash your
back." Alex answered the unspoken question in Walter's
up-turned eyebrows. He handed Alex the soap and stood
with his back to him. Alex worked up a lather and
started with a slow soaping of the shoulders; Walter
arching his back in pleasure. Firm hands worked their
way down the back to the buttocks, a soapy finger slid
down the crack and entered him. Walter grunted his
pleasure and leaned forward; hands against the shower
wall; water cascading down his back, rinsing him off.
Alex placed a long lingering kiss on the side of
Walter's neck; then trailed kisses over his shoulder
and down his back. Kneeling, he kissed across both ass
cheeks before turning Walter around pressing kisses
into the damp curls.
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