CHAPTER TWO - CLOSE ENCOUNTER
Alex watched as Mulder walked to the bar. He considered leaving the club before he returned. He wanted to believe what Mulder had said to him, but he couldn't shake off the feeling Chris had given him so long ago - that he was unwanted; that his missing limb was a turn-off. Alex pushed his chair back and rose to his feet. It wasn't worth it. It was easier just to be alone. He made his way around the edge of the dancefloor, head down, hoping he wouldn't be noticed.
"Running out on me again?"
Alex halted and jerked his head up, meeting Mulder's eyes. Mulder's brows were drawn together in a slight frown.
"Uh...no...I was just...um...going to the restrooms."
"They're over there." Mulder pointed behind Alex. "Look, if you really don't want to hang out with me, it's fine. But if you're going because you think I'll turn out like Chris, stay. At least give it a chance."
Alex sighed and hesitated. Mulder seemed genuine. He smiled then and held out one of the beers in his hands toward Alex. Alex took it.
"Sorry. Maybe we should start from the beginning."
"Sounds like a good idea." Mulder grinned. "So...what's you name?"
Alex laughed, surprising himself. "It's Alex. You?"
"Fox."
Alex raised an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't like that name."
"Well, you seem to like it." Mulder raised his own bottle of beer to his lips and took a sip, then lowered it. "I think someone just stole our table. Let's stand over there." He indicated a spot by the wall, away from the bar and the dancefloor. Alex followed when he began to walk in that direction and leaned against the wall when they reached the small vacant space.
For a few minutes, Alex couldn't think of anything else to say and it seemed that Fox was equally tongue-tied. The pair stood in silence, shuffled their feet and sipped their drinks. Occasionally their eyes met and they smiled awkwardly. Alex wasn't too good at communication and he felt embarrassed that he'd already told Fox so much about himself. He gulped the rest of his beer and put the bottle down on a nearby ledge. He tried to remember what they had been talking about before he had freaked out. Music, sport, drag racing... He grimaced and sighed. Come on, Alex, say something.
"Do you dance?"
Alex's eyes flew to Fox's face, surprised. "Huh?" he said eloquently.
"Do you want to dance with me?"
"Um..."
Fox laughed uncomfortably. "It's okay, forget it. Stupid idea."
"I'm sorry." Alex pushed himself away from the wall. "I'm not really...I guess I'm not really sure how to behave."
"Just be yourself."
"Okay. Let's dance. I'll show you my moves." Alex grinned and forced away his discomfort. Fox was a nice guy and if Alex fucked things up, he knew he would kick himself.
"Moves?" Fox queried warily. "You're not going to go all Saturday Night Fever on me, are you?"
"I'll try not to." Alex led the way through the crowds of people surrounding the dancefloor and into the centre of the pack of writhing bodies. There wasn't a great deal of room, but enough for them to shuffle around together if they stayed close. Fox joined him and the pair began to move awkwardly, trying to find a rhythm. The club track was fast and hard, and other couples were grinding against each other around them.
Alex had always liked dancing. He had gone clubbing with Chris regularly, but it seemed like a long time ago and he felt a little disconnected. He edged closer to Fox until their bodies bumped lightly as they moved. Fox grinned and responded by closing the small gap remaining between them. He slid his arm around Alex's waist and held him there. Alex half-closed his eyes, determined to enjoy the moment and stop worrying so much. He had to keep reminding himself that Fox wasn't concerned about his arm, and he pushed it to the furthest corner of his mind. His body began to move in time to the fast beat, rolling and swaying. He felt the heat of Fox's thighs against his own through two pairs of jeans and he pressed closer. His cock swelled and pushed against his zipper and he could feel that Fox was hard too. He raised his hand to Fox's shoulder and held on. Fox stroked his hands up and down Alex's back beneath his jacket, then lowered one to his ass, and squeezed the firm flesh through his jeans.
Alex groaned and squirmed. His cock leaked into his underwear, painfully hard as it rubbed against the hard bulge in Fox's pants. Alex hadn't been touched in two years, except by his own hand and he longed for Fox to touch him. He turned his head and pressed his lips to Fox's ear, then bit gently. His fears still lingered, but he intended to make the most of it. Fox raised one hand to Alex's face, cupped his chin and turned his head to bring their lips together. Fox thrust his tongue into Alex's mouth without hesitation. Their lips became crushed against their teeth as they fought to deepen the kiss. Alex stroked Fox's tongue with his own, and they continued to make a clumsy effort at dancing. Alex moaned, the sound muffled by Fox's mouth and drowned out by the music. His heart raced and his body flushed with heat. He longed to get rid of his jacket...and his shirt...and feel Fox's hands on his body and for the first time he completely forgot about the source of his lack of confidence.
Fox broke the kiss, panting, and let go of Alex, then grasped his hand and tugged him off the dancefloor. Alex grimaced as he walked, his cock painfully hard and aching for release. They returned to the dimly lit side of the club where they had stood previously and Fox pushed Alex against the wall. He pinned Alex there with his own body as he began to kiss him again. Both men were breathless and Fox broke away after a few seconds, lowered his head and pressed heated kisses against Alex's neck instead. Alex tipped his head back to give Fox access to his throat, and cursed quietly as Fox's teeth scraped his tender flesh. Fox slid his hand down Alex's body, paused when he reached the top of Alex's jeans, then continued and cupped his erection through the fabric.
"Fuck!" Alex hissed. He pushed himself against Fox's hand, desperate for more. Fox fumbled with the button and zipper on Alex's jeans and eventually got them undone. He reached into Alex's underwear, drew his cock out and curled his long, slim fingers around it. Alex cursed again and moaned loud enough for Fox to hear him above the music. Fox raised his head and brushed his lips over Alex's, while he began to stroke Alex's heated shaft. He rubbed his thumb over the tip, collected the oozing precum and spread it down Alex's length.
Alex forced his eyes open. He needed to see this gorgeous man, who had managed, in just a few minutes, to make him feel alive again. Fox stared at him, and Alex met his eyes. Alex could hear his own groans and pants growing louder. He was unable to suppress the sound as Fox increased the pace of his hand, and jerked Alex off rapidly. Fox tightened his grip and continued to watch Alex's face as his orgasm approached.
"Fuck," Alex gasped. "Fuck!" He lost control and his cock pulsed repeatedly in Fox's hand. He glanced down and watched as he spilled over Fox's fingers and onto the floor in the small gap between them. A little of the mess landed on the bottom of his own shirt and he tucked the garment back into his pants as soon as Fox released him. Fox wiped his hand on a tissue he brought out of his pocket and Alex fastened his jeans with a shaking hand. Fox leaned closer and touched his lips to Alex's warm, damp cheek.
"Do you want to get out of here?" Fox asked.
"Yeah...um...let's find someplace where I can return the favour," Alex answered breathlessly.
Fox grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that." He rested his arm around Alex's shoulders as they made their way to the door.
"Leaving already?" one of the doormen commented with a grin as they walked past. They ignored him and walked for a few minutes until they had left the busy street behind and turned into a quieter area. Alex looked about him and spotted an alley leading away from the street. He halted and pointed to it.
"That'll do."
Fox grinned. "Yeah, I don't really want to walk much further like this."
"Painful, is it?" Alex chuckled and lowered his eyes. Fox had his free hand tucked into the pocket of his jeans, but it was unable to disguise his obvious erection. Fox pulled his hand free of his pocket and tugged Alex into the alley. It was dark and deserted and they halted a few yards in. Fox leaned against the wall and unfastened his jeans, not waiting for Alex to do it. Alex moved to stand in front of him and took the glove off his right hand. He put it into his jacket pocket and then lowered his hand again, and reached out to touch Fox. He stroked one finger up the length of Fox's cock and then circled the tip, and captured a bead of precum as it oozed from his slit. Fox groaned and shuddered.
Again Alex was reminded of the man he used to be before the accident. He had been confident and sexy and he felt like that now. He lifted his hand and slid his tongue out to lick Fox's precum from his finger, then drew the finger into his mouth and sucked on it. Fox's eyes widened as he watched.
"Oh, fuck," he breathed. "Alex..."
Alex didn't answer. He dropped swiftly into a crouch, grasped Fox's erection in his hand and guided it into his mouth. He sucked on the tip, then dropped his head forward and took in the rest of Fox's length until the tip pushed against the back of his throat.
"Holy shit! Fuck!" Fox gasped.
Alex laughed and his mouth vibrated around Fox's cock. He began to work it with his hand and mouth. His hand stroked firmly and his lips and tongue followed the movement. Fox tasted musky and sweet and sour all at the same time and Alex closed his eyes again, savouring the taste and the feel of the man's dick in his mouth. He could feel that Fox was close and he increased the intensity of his stroking and sucking.
"Christ! Alex, fuck!" Fox panted. He slid his hands into Alex's hair, scratched his nails over his scalp and bucked his hips in an effort to fuck Alex's mouth. Alex relaxed his throat and removed his hand from Fox's erection. He rested his hand on Fox's hip instead and slowly lifted the other arm, then placed his artificial hand on the other hip. It was the first time he had touched anybody with that hand, even with a glove on. Fox groaned and writhed, thrusting his cock harder into Alex's throat. Alex swallowed around him, and flicked his tongue against Fox's throbbing shaft. Fox came hard. He spurted into Alex's throat, and Alex pulled back. He kept just the tip of Fox's erection in his mouth, and sucked the last of the fluid from him.
"Holy fucking hell." Fox removed his hands from Alex's head and leaned more heavily on the wall. Alex let Fox's softening cock slip from between his lips and then rose to his feet. Fox tucked himself back into his clothes and then grasped both of Alex's forearms and tugged him closer. Alex flinched as Fox gripped his artificial arm, but he didn't pull away. Again, he told himself that it didn't bother Fox.
Fox placed a brief kiss on Alex's lips. Alex waited for him to say something. He was unsure what to do. He wanted more, but perhaps it was too much to hope for. Fox probably did that kind of thing all the time - picked up a guy to get it on with and then went home alone. Alex pushed the thought side almost at once. Fox had told him it had been months. He didn't make a habit of it any more than Alex did.
"Do you want to come back to my place?" Fox asked.
"Do you want me to?"
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."
"Okay. How far is it?"
"A few minutes in a cab." Fox let go of Alex's arms and stepped away from the wall, then brushed himself off and headed out of the alley. Alex followed, his heart racing. He was still aroused and he wondered what would happen at Fox's place. Would he want to fuck? Alex considered whether he could get away with keeping his shirt on.
Fox waved down a cab and gave the driver an address. Alex sat in silence beside Fox in the backseat as they travelled the short distance to a block of apartments. Neither of them spoke on the way into the building or on the ride in the elevator up to the tenth floor. Fox unlocked a door, flicked a light switch and led the way into his home. Alex looked around, noting a small kitchen, a bathroom, a closed door which was probably a bedroom and then finally, the living room. He hovered until Fox invited him to sit down and offered him a drink.
Alex gazed at the living room walls while he waited for the coffee he requested. There were framed photographs clustered together on one wall, most depicting flying saucers, that Alex would have sworn were fakes. Another wall held a large poster of an alien, and a cluster of UFO models stood on a shelf. Alex grinned as he looked at them. Having learned that Fox was M F Luder, he wasn't surprised by the decorations.
"Here you go." Fox passed him a coffee mug and sat down next to him. Fox had removed his jacket and shoes and now relaxed easily against the couch cushions. "Take your jacket off if you want," he suggested.
"Uh...yeah." Alex put the mug down on the table in front of him and shrugged out of his jacket. He left the glove on his artificial hand and tucked it out of sight between his knees. His brief confidence boost began to slip away and he worried that as soon as his glove, and probably his shirt, came off, it would kill anything that might have started between them. He shuddered and picked up the mug again. He gulped some of the coffee, scalded his mouth and cursed.
"What's wrong, Alex?" Fox asked.
"Nothing."
"Yeah, there is. Did you change your mind about this?"
"No." Alex glanced at him and sighed.
"You're still concerned about what I might think of your arm," Fox said perceptively.
"Mmm."
"Why don't you just show it to me? If we start fooling around first, you'll worry about what happens when I take your shirt off."
"You a mind-reader?" Alex grunted.
"I wish I was." Fox smiled. He reached out and grasped Alex's left arm, tugging the hand from between his knees. "Can you move it at all? I noticed you keep it still mostly."
"Yeah, I can move it. My stump took a few months to heal before I got the arm and I suppose I just got used to managing without it. I learned to use it, but I don't make the effort as much as I should."
Fox turned the hand over so that it rested palm up on his thigh, then removed the leather glove and placed it on the coffee table. He peered at the hand in apparent fascination, then unfastened the cuff of Alex's shirt and pushed it up his arm. Alex stared at the floor and held his breath. He could remember the look on Chris's face when he'd first seen the prosthetic. He hadn't been able to hide the fact that he thought it was weird and he hadn't wanted to touch it. In the time they'd continued living together, he'd made all efforts to avoid coming into contact with it. Alex stiffened and the metal and plastic hand in Fox's lap curled into a fist. Fox said nothing. He reached out and stroked his hand over Alex's chest, then began to unfasten his shirt buttons. Alex didn't move as Fox tugged the shirt out of his jeans and pushed the garment off his shoulders, removing it completely. Alex's heart hammered and he felt beads of sweat on his forehead and the back of his neck. He trembled when Fox touched his shoulder and he glanced sideways and watched Fox's other hand cover his clenched fist and stroke along the forearm of the prosthetic. It really didn't appear to bother Fox at all. He still seemed fascinated as he cupped the elbow and then worked his way up the well-shaped bicep to the point where the plastic disappeared into the cuff around the stump of flesh.
"It's amazing what they can do these days," Fox said. Alex raised his head and met the man's eyes. Fox smiled and Alex's doubts faded away. It was Alex who leaned in for a kiss, and deepened it immediately when Fox responded. Fox slid both arms around Alex and drew him closer so that they were half-lying on the couch. Alex kicked his shoes off and pulled his legs up and Fox turned onto his side. Alex rolled into the gap between Fox's body and the back of the couch and they continued kissing. Alex was already hard again and he could feel that Fox was becoming just as aroused. Alex pressed his body against Fox, no longer hampered by insecurities. Fox broke the kiss and drew back a couple of inches. Alex met his eyes, noticing for the first time that they were hazel in colour.
"I want to fuck you," Fox whispered. "Do you want that?"
"God...yes," Alex groaned.
Fox stroked one hand down Alex's body, caressed his ass and then continued down over his thigh. Alex pulled his leg up and draped it over Fox's hip. He arched his back and pushed his restrained cock against Fox's groin. He wished they weren't still wearing so many clothes and he began to fumble with Fox's shirt buttons, while their mouths met again and they continued to rub themselves against each other. Again, Fox pulled back, his shirt half open.
"Let's go to my room," he said breathlessly. He moved away and got to his feet, then paused and adjusted his jeans. He grimaced in discomfort and then quickly unzipped. Alex watched as Fox removed jeans, underwear and socks. His cock jutted out at right angles to his body, and the bottom of his shirt brushed against his pale shaft. Alex's mouth watered and his own erection throbbed desperately. He got to his feet and copied Fox's actions, stripping himself naked. Fox dropped his shirt on the floor and took Alex's hand in his. Alex followed him out of the room, to the closed door he had assumed would lead to a bedroom. Fox opened it, let go of Alex and moved to the bed. He didn't bother to switch the light on and Alex was grateful. He felt better about his arm than he had in two years and it was clear that it wasn't going to spoil what happened between them, but he would rather keep the thing in the shadows if he could.
Fox opened a drawer and took out condoms and lube, then stretched out on the bed. "Come here," he said. Alex went to him and lay down on his back. His cock twitched against his belly and he groaned as Fox reached out and palmed it slowly.
"You're so fucking sexy, Alex Krycek," Fox murmured. He removed his hand and Alex moaned in protest. Fox grinned and brushed his lips over Alex's jaw. "Don't be so impatient. I want you to come with my dick in your ass."
Alex whimpered and cursed himself for the ridiculous sound. It had been too long. He was aching to be touched; to be fucked; to be loved. He wasn't under any illusion he would get the last of the three things, but he meant to make the most of the other two.
Fox reached for the lube and coated his fingers in preparation. Alex parted his legs and pulled his knees up, trembling slightly as he waited for the first invasion. He had fucked himself with his fingers from time to time, but it wasn't something he did often. It was impossible for him to jerk off and fuck himself at the same time. He breathed out and tried to relax and Fox stroke a finger over his hole and then circled, coating the sensitive flesh in lube. Fox pushed the tip of the finger against Alex's hole and then continued into him, making him gasp, even though he knew what it would feel like.
"Christ...so tight," Fox whispered.
"It's been a long time," Alex said shakily.
"I know." Fox pressed a brief kiss onto his lips. "I won't rush it."
Alex slid his right hand down his body and grasped his own cock. He needed something to distract himself from the burn inside as Fox's finger worked deeper into him. It was going to hurt when Fox fucked him, but it would be a pleasurable pain. Alex stroked himself firmly, aware that Fox's eyes were fixed on his erection.
"I'd love to watch you make yourself come," Fox said with a grin. "Some other time."
"What makes you think there'll be another time?" Alex asked, hoping he didn't sound as full of longing as he felt.
"Well, it depends on you...but I like you and I don't want this to be just a one-night-stand." Fox kissed Alex again, deepening it this time. His tongue thrust into Alex's mouth and at the same time, he pushed a second finger into Alex's tight heat alongside the first. Alex's groan was muffled by the kiss. His hand stilled on his cock as he breathed through his nose, struggling to stay relaxed as Fox stretched him. Gradually the discomfort faded and Alex didn't need to distract himself by jerking off. Fox's fingertips brushed Alex's prostate and he arched up off the bed, his body trembling.
"Fuck!" he panted. "Oh...fuck!"
Fox chuckled and massaged the small gland repeatedly, until Alex was a quivering mess, unable to form a coherent sentence. Alex forced his brain to piece a few words together as he felt his balls tighten and his shaft pulse in his hand.
"Fox...stop...gonna come. Shit!"
Fox withdrew his fingers a little way and cupped Alex's balls in his other hand, tugging on them firmly. "Breathe," he said.
"Unh..." Alex drew in a long, shaky breath and then blew it out slowly. He repeated it a couple more times and opened his eyes. "Sorry."
Fox grinned. "It wouldn't matter, but I want you to come when I'm inside you."
"You're not making it easy for me to wait." Alex released his cock and stretched both arms above his head. Fox bent and kissed the centre of his chest, then worked his way over to one nipple, bit gently and sucked the small nub into his mouth. Alex squirmed and moaned, and clenched his ass impatiently. "Fox...fuck me."
"Not yet. Two years without doing this, you may as well be a virgin. I don't want it to hurt you." Fox withdrew his fingers and applied more lube. When he pushed them back into Alex's body, he added a third. Alex moaned in discomfort, trying to relax enough to take the invasion. He reminded himself that when Fox fucked him, his cock would be bigger, and much longer than his fingers.
Fox continued his careful preparation for a few minutes until at last, Alex began to push onto his hand eagerly. It didn't hurt anymore and the occasional brushes against his prostate drove him crazy. His cock throbbed painfully on his belly and he knew he could come without it even being touched if Fox went on for much longer.
"I'm ready," Alex panted, opening his eyes. "Please."
Fox smiled and withdrew his fingers. His own cock stood rigid in front of his stomach, the tip wet and slick with precum. Alex watched as he reached for a condom and ripped open the small packet. He rolled the rubber onto himself and squeezed out more lube, then coated himself liberally. Alex spread his legs wider and pulled them up to his chest. He tucked his hands behind his knees to keep them that way and breathed slowly as Fox moved into position. Fox gripped his shaft and guided it, pushing the head of his cock against Alex's entrance. Alex let out a long breath and felt the head slip in easily. Fox pressed in about halfway and then halted when Alex stiffened and clenched his teeth.
"Fuck...you're big," Alex grunted.
"Flattery...will get you everywhere," Fox smirked in response. He pulled out a little, leaving only the head of his cock inside Alex. After a brief pause, he pushed back in. Alex found it easier this time. It burned, but he welcomed the feeling. Fox filled him slowly, stretching him open until his cock was fully seated in Alex's body. Alex could feel the throb of Fox's cock inside him and the soft weight of Fox's balls resting against him. His own cock had softened a little during the initial pain, but it began to grow again in response to the feel of Fox's cock in his ass and the sight of the heated expression on the face of the man above him. Fox looked blissful, but also desperate, as if he were considering whether he could move without losing control. He withdrew a tiny amount and pushed back in, and his balls bumped against Alex.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Alex panted. "Feels good. I'm okay. Fuck me."
Fox began to move slowly and rhythmically, thrusting smoothly into Alex. Alex let go of his legs and crossed them behind Fox's back, then braced his hands against the wall behind his head so that he could push back against Fox. The feel of the man's cock sliding in and out of him drove him rapidly toward orgasm and he was aware that it was going to be over much too quickly.
Fox changed his position a little, and rested one hand on the mattress to balance himself. He grasped Alex's cock in the other and pumped it in time to his thrusts into Alex's body. Alex's spine tingled and heat flooded through his groin. His balls pulled themselves up into his body and he gave up the fight, unable to hold back any longer. His ass tightened on Fox's cock as his own member jerked in Fox's hand and spilled onto his own chest. Alex let out a yell of pleasure that he barely recognised as his own voice, then forced his eyes open again to watch Fox's face. One more thrust and Fox filled the condom, his cock pulsing repeatedly. He held himself still, head thrown back and mouth open as he moaned and swore. Alex lowered his eyes to the point where they were still joined. He wished it wasn't over, and he sighed in disappointment when Fox gripped the condom and pulled out. He disposed of the rubber and lay down. Alex felt empty and already wanted more. Fox pulled a tissue form the box on the beside table and wiped the mess from Alex's chest. Alex began to push himself up, but Fox pressed him down again.
"Lie still. You're going to feel uncomfortable for a while." Fox slid his arms around Alex, curled around him and kissed his ear.
"Yeah, I guess. It's been a long time since...um...my first time." Alex relaxed and closed his eyes. It felt good just being held - something else he hadn't experienced since before the accident. He could barely believe his luck that he'd found someone who wanted to be with him like that. He tried to stay awake and enjoy the feeling of being cuddled. He even relished the soreness in his ass and the slight pain at the bottom of his spine. But it was impossible for him not to slip away. He fell asleep with Fox's arms around him and a smile on his face.