Oaks & Acorns I:
Disclaimer: We all know that they don't belong to me, and
I promise to put them back when I'm done. Mulder and Krycek belong to Chris
Carter and 1013 Productions. Just let me win the lottery though.... Till
then, suing me will only get you debts.
Young, healthy, clean, reasonably attractive, at my sexual peak. So
why can't I even get a date? Mulder wondered irritably. He was in London
for the summer since his parents had shown their usual lack of interest in
seeing him. He'd decided that he might as well stay in England and have some
fun, so he'd cashed in his plane ticket and headed for the city.
Unfortunately, fun seemed as far away as it would have been on the Vineyard.
He wandered into the next pub he reached, plunking himself down on a
stool at the counter and ordering an ale. He stared down into the amber
liquid moodily, wondering why he bothered. The only girls who seemed to be
interested in him scared him, like that Phoebe Greene he'd met. And the
other young men at Oxford looked down on the lone American in their midst,
most of them refusing to even talk to him let alone sleep with him.
Maybe I should just advertise: Horny, 20-year-old, American, white
male available for cheap sex. Fuck me and go.
A chuckle interrupted his thoughts. "Well, you'd certainly get a lot
of attention with that announcement," an American-accented voice
Mulder shut his eyes in dismay. "Please tell me that I didn't
actually say that out loud," he moaned.
"'Fraid I can't do that," the newcomer replied cheerfully.
"Besides, it sounded like fun to me."
Mulder took a deep breath and opened his eyes, focusing on the owner of
that familiarly accented voice. His eyes widened in shock. Not only was the
boy before him far too young to be in a pub, about 16 or 17 by his
estimation, but he was about the most beautiful thing Mulder had ever seen.
The young man had shiny, dark hair; huge, green eyes surrounded by
incredibly long, lush lashes; a pert nose; and a mouth that cried out to be
Jailbait, Mulder. Do not go there! He swallowed hard. Fuck,
he's gorgeous. Mulder could feel his cock rising, showing his interest.
He slouched down more, hoping his t-shirt would disguise his erection.
The young man watched with interest, gauging the size of the bulge in
Mulder's pants. "I'm Alex," he introduced himself. He stood
waiting for a moment, then prodded, "And you?"
Alex frowned at the mumble. "Mulder? What kind of name is that?
Mulder glared. This kid might look like a wet dream, but he sounded like
a typical bratty teenager. "Just Mulder. I don't like my first
Alex shrugged. "So change it."
Mulder blinked. "Just like that. Change it."
"Why not? It's your name, after all. If you don't like something,
why put up with it just because other people say you should?"
Mulder opened his mouth, then closed it again without saying anything.
Why did he put up with things that he didn't like? And why didn't he
do things he wanted to just because someone else might think it was wrong?
He slowly straightened up and waved at the stool beside him. "Care to
Alex grinned. "Don't mind if I do."
Once Alex was settled beside him with a Coke, Mulder turned toward him.
"So, what are you doing in London, alone?"
Alex shrugged again. "My mom and dad are here on a business trip,
and they decided to bring me along. Quality time or something like that. Of
course, they're always in meetings and shit, so I never actually see them.
Some quality time."
Mulder placed a hand on his leg sympathetically. "Sounds just like
my family. If you can call it a family. That's why I decided to stay over
here this summer."
Alex glanced at the hand on his thigh and quirked an eyebrow. "Well,
if we're both miserable, why don't we fuck ourselves into oblivion and
forget the bastards?"
A harsh bark of laughter escaped Mulder. "You certainly get straight
to the point, don't you?"
Alex leaned toward him, stopping just before his lips would have touched
Mulder's. "Why waste time? I want you, and you," he moved a hand
to cover Mulder's groin, "want me."
Mulder gasped, and his tongue flicked out to moisten his lips, touching
Alex's when he did. The teenager tasted of sweet cola and something salty.
Mulder curved a hand around the back of his skull to draw him closer. He
licked the smiling, pink lips, lightly tracing the outline of the pouting
mouth, then stroking the sensitive inner surface. As he withdrew, he caught
the lower lip between his teeth and tugged briefly before letting go.
"Come back to my hotel with me," he invited.
Alex gave a quick nip to his jawline and nodded. He slid off the stool,
choosing to stand between their stools so they ended up pressed against one
another when Mulder stood up in turn. He looked up through his lashes at
Mulder, a smug smile playing on his lips, and Mulder pinched his ass.
Alex jumped and glared at him. "Hey! What was that for?"
"Don't try to play games with me, kid. If I wanted fake, I'd pick up
Alex was startled. Most guys were too busy looking at him to pick up on
when he was acting. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"If you're going to back out," Mulder said, as if he knew
exactly what Alex was thinking, "do it now." Unspoken was the
promise that once Mulder got Alex in his room, he was going to keep him
there. It would be too late for second thoughts.
Alex opened his mouth to say he'd changed his mind, then really looked at
Mulder again. The guy was fucking gorgeous and exactly Alex's type, and he
didn't look twisted. Besides, thanks to his dad's plans for him, Alex was
more than able to take care of himself. If Mulder did turn out to be some
kind of psycho, he'd get one hell of a shock.
Instead of the refusal he'd planned, Alex said, "Let's go." He
licked his lips as he met Mulder's eyes directly.
Mulder stared at him probingly for a long moment, then nodded. He headed
for the door with Alex close on his heels. When they got outside, he paused
and turned to the boy. "I'm just a few blocks away from here. It'd
probably be quicker to walk than to try to get a cab, if you don't
Alex shrugged. "Fine by me." Mulder started walking, and Alex
fell in at his side. He darted quick glances up at Mulder. Finally, Mulder
stopped and turned to him.
Alex chewed his lip, and Mulder's eyes focused on the white teeth
worrying the pink flesh he'd tasted so briefly earlier. "I just wanted
you to know that... well, that I don't do this professionally or
anything." He shrugged. "I don't expect you to pay me for this. I
just want to have some fun."
Mulder started to reach for him, then stuck his hands in his jeans
pockets. "I know that, Alex, or we wouldn't be here. But what about
you, your parents? Won't they be expecting you back?"
"They don't even know I'm gone. They might notice tomorrow if they
show up for lunch or dinner, but then again, maybe not." Alex shrugged,
pretending indifference, but Mulder knew that if he really didn't care, he
wouldn't be out roaming the streets of London looking for a substitute.
He couldn't prevent the urge to hold the younger man then, and he pulled
Alex into his arms, his mouth closing over the teenager's in a searing kiss.
He took the time to explore, learning Alex's taste and that biting gently on
his tongue made him moan. Mulder's hands cupped the firm curves of Alex's
buttocks, drawing him nearer, and they both groaned as their cocks rubbed
together. When their lips parted, Alex blinked up at him dazedly.
"How far did you say your hotel was?"
Mulder laughed. They continued on to the hotel at faster pace, hands
occasionally sneaking in a quick feel of the other's body. Once at the
hotel, Mulder urged Alex directly to the elevator and, as soon as the doors
shut, shoved him up against the wall to kiss him again.
"Shit, I want you so bad," he groaned, biting at Alex's throat
as he thrust against him.
Alex only moaned, rubbing frantically against Mulder as well. Neither
noticed that the elevator had come to a stop until a loud gasp drew their
attention. Mulder peeled himself away from Alex and turned around to meet
the outraged gaze of a middle-aged couple. He didn't bother to say a word,
simply grabbing Alex by the wrist and nearly running to his room.
Mulder unlocked the door and stepped inside, turning to close and lock
it. By the time he turned back to Alex, the younger man was already half
undressed and working on the other half. Mulder leaned back against the
door, admiring the gleaming pale flesh that was exposed to his gaze. Alex
finished undressing and advanced on him.
"Strip. Now," he rasped out in a tone that conveyed his desire.
Mulder stared straight at him and shook his head. He knew the impatient
teenager wouldn't leave it at that. Alex snarled at him, his face hardening
into the look of a man a decade or more older. Mulder gasped and his cock
throbbed. He shifted uncomfortably, his jeans far too tight at that moment.
Alex clawed at his jeans, yanking them open to get at the rigid cock, and
fell to his knees at Mulder's feet. He'd wrenched Mulder's jeans and briefs
down around his thighs, effectively hobbling him, and he swallowed Mulder's
cock voraciously. Mulder groaned, his head falling back against the door
with a thud.
Alex didn't bother with foreplay, going straight for what he wanted,
which was Mulder's cock as far down his throat as he could get it. He'd
either had a lot of practice or was one hell of a natural talent, because he
took the whole thing in one long, slow glide. Mulder moaned; no one had ever
deep-throated him before, and it felt fantastic. Alex's throat muscles
massaged the head of his cock as the young man swallowed, and his tongue
teased the shaft.
Mulder couldn't prevent his hands from going to Alex's head to bury
themselves in the thick, dark hair, but he didn't try to direct the boy's
movement. Alex clearly knew exactly what he was doing with no help from
Mulder. Mulder's hips thrust involuntarily, seeking to drive his cock
further inside that warm, wet haven, and he groaned as he tried to hold
himself still. Then he felt Alex's hands cup his buttocks, urging him
forward, and he drove into Alex's mouth again. Alex hummed his pleasure,
making Mulder quiver at the sensation, and he nudged Mulder's ass again.
Given permission, Mulder began to drive into Alex's mouth, his hips
gradually speeding up as the pleasure overwhelmed rational thought. When a
finger slipped inside him, the additional stimulation drove him over the
edge, and he exploded.
When Mulder's body stiffened in the instant before he climaxed, Alex
pulled back so that Mulder came in his mouth rather than his throat, wanting
to taste him. He murmured his delight as he swallowed, not releasing Mulder
until the last spasm had swept through him. He opened his mouth, allowing
the softening cock to slip free, then licked his lover clean. He climbed to
his feet and leaned into Mulder, taking his mouth in deep kiss so Mulder
could taste himself on him.
When their lips parted, Mulder pulled Alex more tightly against him,
enjoying the feel of his naked body against his sensitized flesh. Alex
squirmed against him, rubbing his still straining erection against Mulder's
thigh, faint whimpers of arousal escaping him. Mulder held onto him as he
toed off his joggers and fought his way free of the tangled jeans and
briefs. Finally as naked as Alex, Mulder insinuated a thigh between his legs
and rubbed his aching cock and balls. Alex moaned and squirmed lewdly, then
pressed his face to Mulder's chest, his teeth closing over one rigid nipple.
Mulder's entire body tensed, and he arched into that bite, groaning his
delight as his arousal grew again. It was only moments since he'd come, but
already the sexy sounds and squirming body of the boy in his arms had him
half-hard again. He stepped away from the door, intending to lead Alex to
the bed, but Alex suddenly wrapped his legs around Mulder's hips, letting
Mulder bear his weight as he writhed against him. Mulder staggered slightly,
not having expected that move, then hitched the youth up so that his ass was
resting on Mulder's once again engorged cock.
He eyed the bed, mere feet away, but he couldn't wait that long. Mulder
sank to his knees, careful not to drop his burden, and gently pushed on
Alex's shoulders till he rested them against the floor. Alex stared up at
him through passion-glazed green eyes, his legs still wrapped tightly around
Mulder's waist, and his hands now plucking at his own nipples. Mulder
couldn't help but stare at the beautiful young man, his eyes tracing the
Alex frowned at him and arched his hips. "Are you planning to do
something any time soon?"
Mulder's lips twisted in a wry grin. "Just wondering why you had to
resort to picking up strangers in bars, kid. You're gorgeous."
"Thanks for the compliment. Now would you please fuck me!"
Alex's hands clawed at Mulder's arms, trying to drag him down, make him
Mulder chuckled even as his hands slid under Alex's hips to position him.
"I don't think anything could stop me now."
Alex caught his lip between his teeth as he felt the head of Mulder's
cock nudge against his sensitive opening. He pulled his legs back to his
chest, holding his thighs to raise and open himself as much as possible for
Mulder. Mulder swayed his hips slightly from side to side, rubbing the
glistening head against Alex, who pleaded with him to stop teasing and do
Mulder suddenly groaned in dismay, realizing that he needed lube if he
didn't want to hurt the kid, and he didn't. "Fuck!"
"What?" Alex demanded wildly, frantic to get that huge cock
inside him. It was the biggest he'd ever sucked, and he couldn't wait to
feel it in his ass.
"We need lube," Mulder groaned, starting to pull away to go
look for something.
Alex's legs dropped back to twine around his waist, holding him still.
"My jacket pocket," he gasped, writhing.
Mulder stared at him blankly for a moment, then pawed at the discarded
black leather jacket until he found the tube in an inner pocket.
"Always prepared, huh, boyscout?"
Alex laughed despite his aching arousal. "They wouldn't have me.
Though, come to think of it, a troop of horny young guys might be fun."
Mulder chuckled even as he slid a slick finger inside Alex, followed
almost immediately by a second. "Forget the troop, kid. You've got your
hands full with me."
"More like....oh yeah!... my ass full, you mean," Alex gasped,
Mulder groaned laughingly, pulling his fingers out and positioning
himself at Alex's opening. His hands held the young man's hips as he pushed
forward, encountering resistance from the tight muscle at first, then
sliding past. He paused with the head of his cock just inside, searching
Alex's face. He saw pain there, but it was mixed with pleasure, and after a
moment, Alex raised his hips, seeking more of him. Mulder shifted to all
fours, his hands at either side of Alex's head, and he slowly undulated his
hips, driving a little deeper each time.
Alex shifted restlessly, the burn of Mulder's cock stretching him only
increasing his pleasure. He whimpered softly, wanting more, his hips rising
to meet Mulder's thrusts. Eventually, Mulder was buried to the root in him,
and he paused, leaning down to claim Alex's mouth. Alex moaned, wanting
Mulder to move, to pound into him, to take him and make him unable to think.
He tore his mouth free, panting.
"Please," he begged, "harder. I need..."
Mulder licked at his mouth again even as his hips began to move, driving
deeply into Alex. "Look at me," he rasped out, wanting to see the
pleasure in those green eyes.
Alex forced heavy lids up, focusing blearily on the man who was driving
him insane with pleasure. Just as he did, Mulder hit his prostate, and
Alex's eyes flew wide open, a yelp of ecstasy escaping him.
"Like that, baby?" Mulder gasped, giving his lip a quick nip.
"Not...oh fuck yeah... not a baby, asshole," Alex retorted.
"Sexy baby boy," Mulder teased, his hips moving ever faster as
he neared another orgasm.
Alex bit his shoulder viciously, making Mulder yell and slam into him as
he reared back.
"What the fuck!"
"I am not a baby," Alex snarled, "and don't fucking
call me one."
Mulder frowned, realizing he'd hit a button unintentionally. Then Alex
shifted slightly, and the sensation made him decide that exploring Alex's
hang-ups could wait till later. "Just meant that you're beautiful, ba--
Alex. Didn't mean anything by it," he apologized.
Alex still frowned, but he licked the small wound he'd made soothingly,
lapping away the single tiny trickle of blood.
Mulder curved his hands under Alex's body and pulled him up onto his lap
so they knelt with Alex straddling Mulder. "Ride me, Alex," he
growled, his teeth worrying at the join of Alex's neck and shoulder.
A shudder of pure arousal ran through Alex at that sexy rasp, and he
slowly raised himself on Mulder's cock, then slammed back down. Both men
groaned loudly, their eyes drifting shut as they concentrated on the
sensations building in their bodies. Alex repeated the motion over and over,
Mulder finding and meeting his rhythm. His cock was sandwiched between their
bellies, sliding easily in the sweat of their exertions, and the feeling of
Mulder's hair against him was driving Alex insane.
Mulder knew that he was close, and he wanted Alex to come with him this
time. He caught one of Alex's earlobes between his teeth at the same instant
as he pinched a hard nipple. Alex's eyes flew open again, and an expression
of amazed ecstasy appeared on his face as he screamed his pleasure. His body
convulsed, his ass contracting on Mulder's cock like a velvet vise, and it
was Mulder's turn to cry out his pleasure as he exploded in Alex's depths,
plunging so deeply inside him that he raised Alex off the floor as he came.
They remained kneeling there, slumped against each other and petting
lazily until their knees protested. Alex carefully climbed off Mulder, a
soft sound of discontent escaping him as Mulder slid out of him. Once on his
feet, he held out a hand to the other man to help him to his feet, and they
stumbled to the bed.
Mulder collapsed on top of the covers with an exhausted moan, then
dragged himself to the far side of the bed to make room for Alex. He
squirmed around until he'd managed to drag the sheet and spread down and
slide under them and lay waiting for Alex to slide in next to him. After a
couple of minutes without any movement from Alex, he raised his head
slightly, squinting to try to make out Alex's expression in the dark room.
Alex shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "I should
Mulder sat up, reaching over to flick the lamp on the nightstand on.
"Stay. Stay the night," he urged. For some reason he was reluctant
to see the younger boy leave. Trying to rationalize his feelings, he
continued, "We've barely started. I still want you to fuck me."
"My parents..." Alex said indecisively.
"You already admitted that they won't miss you until at least lunch
time tomorrow," Mulder was quick to point out.
"I don't know you..."
Mulder's eyebrows attempted to merge with his hairline, and Alex had the
grace to blush. "If I were some psycho killer, I think you'd already be
Alex glared. "Stop calling me kid or kiddo or baby!" Mulder
smirked at him. "Make me."
Alex snarled and threw himself at Mulder, whose arms opened to catch him.
"Too easy, baby," Mulder laughed softly. "You're kind of
predictable. And now you're exactly where I want you."
Alex gaped at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. "And
what makes you think I don't want to be here?" He kissed Mulder
hungrily, his tongue wrapping around its counterpart teasingly, then
exploring his mouth. Eventually, the need to breathe forced him to pull
back. "If you're gonna keep calling me baby, I want to know your first
name. It's only fair," he added when Mulder seemed about to protest.
Mulder frowned, but the kid had a point. He sighed deeply, then admitted,
"Fox." When Alex didn't seem to follow right away, he clarified,
"My name, it's Fox Mulder."
"Fox." Alex rolled the word off his tongue, seeming to taste
it. "Foxy. Fox Mulder. Foxy babe. Mmm, I like that."
Mulder groaned, but even though he'd never admit it, his hated name
sounded good in Alex's husky voice. Hearing it spoken in those velvet tones
in bed made him shiver yearningly. He fell backward onto his back, pulling
Alex down with him, and kissed him again.
Alex's legs had instinctively parted to straddle Mulder when he landed,
and now he squirmed. "Uh, Mulder? No offense, but we're both sticky as
hell, and it's damned uncomfortable under my ass. Maybe we should clean
Mulder laughed. "I have a better idea." He flipped Alex over
and started to lick his way down his body, cleaning away every trace of
Alex's semen. His tongue traveled in long, luxurious swipes over the
hairless torso, pausing to flick at sensitive nipples on the way by. He
delved into the ticklish navel, making Alex giggle and squirm, then worked
down to each thigh. He finished by taking the stirring cock into his mouth
to lick it clean.
Alex gasped and his hips rose off the bed at the sensation of Mulder's
incredibly talented tongue on him. He looked down, and he could see the lush
lower lip stretched around his cock. "Foxy babe," he groaned,
laughed jerkily when Mulder dragged his teeth along the rigid organ
warningly. "Can't help it; you are a foxy babe."
Mulder glared up at him, but his anger was defused by his pleasure in
sucking Alex. He could feel the soft shaft slowly growing and filling on his
tongue, and he wanted more. He wanted to swallow Alex whole and never let
him go. He grabbed the pillows from the head of the bed and shoved them
under Alex's hips, with his cooperation. Mulder sat up for a moment to
admire the sight of Alex, the pillows raising him in a perfect bow, his now
full erection highlighted by the position.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
Alex shifted restlessly, seeking the warmth that had engulfed his cock
then disappeared. Heavy-lidded green eyes focused on the man kneeling
between his legs, and he frowned. "Why'd you stop?" he demanded
Mulder grinned. "Because I like the expression you get when you're
frustrated." He made sure that he was holding Alex down before he said
that. "Besides, I just wanted to look at you for a moment. You're lying
here like some kind of offering, and it would be sacrilegious not to admire
you." He winked.
Alex laughed huskily. "Why don't you worship at my font?" he
suggested, making Mulder laugh in turn.
"If you insist." Mulder tried to paste an expression of long
suffering on his face, but it contrasted oddly with the lustful eagerness of
his eyes. As Alex watched, he lowered his head and slowly slid his mouth
over the rampant organ, taking it in fully without difficulty. He swallowed,
watching the pleasure wash over Alex's face, then slowly pulled back again,
licking Alex's cock like an especially tasty ice cream cone. With a last lap
at the ruddy head, Mulder again sat back and watched Alex.
"Now what?" the teenager demanded in exasperation,
glaring at his incredibly frustrating lover.
"Now it's time for you to fuck me," Mulder announced. "I
want this," briefly stroking Alex's cock, "inside me, baby."
Alex managed a half-hearted glare at that "baby," but he was
far more interested in Mulder's hand on him. He squirmed around as he pulled
the pillows out from under him, then piled them up at the head of the bed.
He sat up, settling himself back against them, and grinned at Mulder.
"I want to see you. Ride me, Foxy babe, fuck yourself on me."
The heated words made a shudder run through Mulder's body. He again
dropped to all fours, straddling Alex's legs, and slowly crawled up the
length of his body. He licked quickly at the straining cock as he passed it,
then settled himself on his knees, sitting lightly on Alex's lower torso. He
shifted back slightly so that Alex's cock nestled between his cheeks, and
both of them sighed with satisfaction.
Mulder writhed slightly, rubbing against the hard organ behind him, his
own cock straining against his belly. He stared into Alex's eyes as he
reached around to prepare himself, slowly pushing a finger inside himself,
then two. His eyes closed involuntarily as he rubbed his prostate, a moan
Alex bit his lip viciously to distract himself from his arousal as he
watched Mulder pleasure himself. Finally he couldn't stand it any more, and
he caught Mulder's arm. He waited until Mulder's eyes opened and stared at
him blindly before rasping, "Ride me."
Mulder shuddered again, nearly coming just from those words. He slowly
withdrew his fingers, whimpering at the emptiness they left behind. He rose
up slightly, then settled until he felt the rigid cock pressing against his
entrance. He caught his lower lip between his teeth, moaning, then sank down
on the length Alex held in position. He groaned as he felt himself stretch
as Alex filled him; it had been a long time since he let someone take him,
since he wanted someone to take him.
Hoarse groans escaped both men as Mulder's ass came to rest against
Alex's pelvis, the teenager's cock deeply buried inside him. Mulder's hands
fell to Alex's chest, his fingers kneading the taut muscles, thumbs flicking
the hardened nipples. Alex groaned loudly, and his hands clutched Mulder's
"Ride me, damn it!" he snarled, his hips arching off the bed to
drive deeper inside Mulder.
Mulder whimpered and began to move his hips, rising and falling with
increasing speed, driving Alex into his depths with every stroke and tearing
groans of unbearable pleasure from his own throat. His body arched into a
deep bow as the ecstasy ripped through him, his body convulsing, and he
wailed his pleasure.
The sudden rippling of Mulder's muscles around him triggered Alex's
climax, and he yanked the older man down to him as he thrust upward, ramming
as deep inside him as he could go. "Fox!" he howled, vision
whiting out with the pleasure.
When Alex grew aware of his surroundings again, he was still nestled deep
inside Mulder's heat, and the man himself was slumped over his chest, his
head on Alex's shoulder. Alex allowed himself the luxury of running his hand
along the sweaty back before shifting uncomfortably, trying to dislodge
Mulder raised his head sleepily. "What's wrong?"
Alex shrugged. "I should go now."
Mulder frowned. "I thought we already had this out. I want you to
stay the night with me, Alex. Please." He lifted himself off Alex,
sighing at the emptiness in his ass, and stretched out on top of the boy.
Alex looked uncomfortable. "Why? You've had what you wanted."
He refused to admit that the sex had been incredible, like nothing he'd ever
Mulder frowned again. "Why the rush? It was good. Why not stay and
do it again tomorrow? Or longer. I'm here till the fall term starts. It's
good to hear an American voice again, and... I like you." The last was
said defiantly. "I'd like to spend more time with you."
Mulder shrugged uncomfortably. "I'm not quite sure. I just know that
I want to get to know you better. Please?"
Alex stared at him for long moments. "Okay. As much as I can without
my parents noticing. I'll spend time with you." He shrugged. "I've
had fun with you too, Foxy babe."
Mulder winced slightly at the name but let it slide. "Good. I think
this might be a good summer after all." He pulled the younger boy
closer and drifted off to sleep holding him.
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