Title: Getting Some Rest (1/?)
Author: BelieverXX
E-mail: BelieverXX@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Category: S R A
Spoilers: Don't know but takes place right after Redux II
Keywords: Slash Mulder/Skinner Romance Angst
Summary: Skinner offers Mulder his couch to get some rest. But both
of them get more than they'd expected.

Disclaimer: As much as I would like it but Mulder and Skinner don't 
belong to me. They belong to Chris Carter, 1013, Fox and whoever 
else. I just thought it would be nice if the two of them would have a
bit fun together. Anyway, no copyright infringement intended. If you 
like to sue me, well my current account balance says DM -13,00. So, 
please feel free to pay my debts.


!!! WARNING !!!

THIS STORY CONTAINS CONSENSUAL SEX BETWEEN TWO MEN. IF YOU CAN'T 
HANDLE THIS OR YOU'RE UNDERAGED, TURN AROUND AND GO BACK NOW.


Well, this is my first attempt at fan fiction. I've been reading a 
lot of it lately and thought I might give it a try. My mother tongue 
isn't English and all I know about sex between men I learned from fan
fiction. So, please, be kind and don't rip me apart for any grammar, 
spelling or other mistakes. Anyway, I hope you like the story and 
would like to hear your comments on this one.

Thanks for reading it.
Katrin 

Many thanks to my beta reader and friend Sani who encouraged me to go
on.


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Getting Some Rest 1/?
By BelieverXX


Mulder was still sitting outside Scully's room when Skinner left her. 
The bloody photograph was now wet with his tears. Skinner sighed and 
swallowed hard at the sight of his totally exhausted agent.

"Agent Mulder?"

No reaction.

"Mulder?!" 

Skinner touched his shoulder but drew back immediately when Mulder 
flinched. He heard a strangled sob, reached for his hankie and gave 
it to Mulder. Mulder still hadn't looked up. He dried his tearstained 
face and lifted his eyes. 

Skinner took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose to 
fight back his own tears. He had never seen Mulder that exhausted 
and the feelings he had recently had towards his most troublesome 
agent overwhelmed him. 

"OK, Mulder, get up I'll take you home."

Mulder didn't move. 

"Sir, my apartment is still a crime scene. And I'd rather stay here 
with Scully."

"Then why aren't you in her room, Mulder?"

Mulder forced a smiled. 

"Well, right now, there'd be one William too much in the room, Sir."

Skinner frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Mulder snorted.

"Well, there's kind of a mutual aversion between William Scully Jr. 
and myself. Although we both agree that it's my fault that Scully's 
ill."

"Mulder, stop it. It's not your fault. Besides, Scully's cancer's in 
remission. So stop blaming yourself."

Mulder looked back down and studied his shoes. 

"Come on, Mulder. You need to get some rest. You can sleep on my 
couch."

Mulder was too tired to fight anymore and got up. 




Skinner's Apartment
Crystal City 


"Make yourself comfortable, Mulder. I'll be right back."

Mulder slumped down on the couch, rested his head against the back 
of the couch and closed his eyes. A few minutes later Skinner 
returned with a blanket in one hand, a pillow under his arm and a 
scotch in the other hand. Mulder opened his eyes and watched Skinner 
dropping pillow and blanket on the couch.

"Thank you, Sir, I really appreciate your concern."

Skinner sat down next to Mulder and gave him the glass of scotch. 
Mulder drowned it in one gulp and almost choked. His eyes got glassy 
and a tear ran down his cheek.

Skinner bit down on his lips to try keeping him from laughing. 

"Wow, thanks, Sir, that's really good stuff." 

Mulder sat the glass on the table and wiped the tear from his cheek. 
Skinner got up from the couch. He took the glass and glanced down 
on Mulder. 

"OK, Mulder, I gotta let you sleep. You look like shit."

"Well, thanks for the compliment, Sir."

"You're welcome. Good night, Mulder."

"Good night, Sir."

Skinner turned towards the kitchen, put the glass in the sink and 
started off up the stairs to his bedroom.



Meanwhile Mulder stretched down on the couch. He took the pillow 
and stuffed it behind his head. Although he felt like death warmed 
over he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. Not with the man of his 
dreams lying only a few feet away from him in a bed, probably dressed 
in almost nothing. 

Mulder closed his eyes, and there it was again. The image of Skinner, 
broad shoulders, narrow hips, long, strong legs, this cute ass. No, 
he definitely wouldn't get any sleep tonight. 

*What were you thinking, you stupid idiot? Why did you agree to go 
with him? Now you're here, lying on his couch, thinking of him and 
getting a hard-on. You can't even jerk off here.* 

He winced at the pain of his quickly hardening cock straining against 
his trousers. He opened his eyes to get rid of Skinner's image. 
Scanning the room with his eyes he spotted a remote control he hoped 
belonged to the TV set across the room. He flicked on the TV and 
turned it low so Skinner wouldn't be bothered by it. Then he lay 
back on the couch and started channel surfing.



*Boy, you're in deep shit here.* Skinner berated himself. He lay on 
his king size bed, stripped to his boxers, an arm draped over his 
eyes. *Damn, he's your subordinate, don't forget that. And he's here 
because he needs to get some rest for a change. He really doesn't 
need his boss coming on to him.* Skinner sighed and turned on his 
side. He was sure he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. 

"Shit!"

He got up and walked to the bathroom to get a very cold shower. 




Back down on the couch, Mulder tried to think of anything but Skinner. 
But when he heard the shower go on upstairs, all his efforts of the 
last 15 minutes were ruined. He gave up, closed his eyes again and 
indulged in the image of Skinner standing under the stream of water 
in the shower. 

His right hand wandered over his chest down to his crotch and stroked 
his aching cock. With his left hand he gently stroked his nipples 
through the dress shirt. He opened his shirt to have better access 
to his nipples. He needed to feel skin on skin. His right hand 
increased the pressure on his cock. He imagined Skinner's hands on 
his belt, unbuckling it, opening his fly, his zipper. His hand 
slipped inside his boxers, squeezing his balls.

When he heard himself moan, he suddenly opened his eyes and threw his 
hands to his face.

"Damn it! Stop it, okay. You're not going to do this here."



"What aren't you going to do here, Mulder?"

Mulder had been so busy with himself that he hadn't heard Skinner 
coming down the stairs. He jumped up and stared at his boss. Skinner
was only dressed in sweatpants. His chest hair was still wet from 
the shower. 

end part 1
continued in part 2

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