Getting Some Rest 02/? "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. *You know perfectly well what he was doing, Walter. -Yeah, but I want to hear him say it... Man, you're sick.* "What aren't you going to do here, Mulder?", Skinner repeated quietly. Mulder tore his eyes away from Skinner's well built chest and looked down at the carpet. He couldn't meet Skinner's eyes right now. He didn't know if he could ever look at his boss again without turning red. Skinner knew he shouldn't have come down here. But when he had turned off the shower, which hadn't helped a bit to slow down his pulse and get rid of his hard-on, and headed back to his bed, he had heard something downstairs that sounded like groans. He had just wanted to see if Mulder was alright. And now he was standing here, naked to the waist. And Mulder was right across the room, shirt and trousers open, looking incredibly gorgeous. Skinner's eyes wandered across Mulder's chest, the tiny but erect nipples down to the other man's crotch. Seeing the bulge in Mulder's boxers, Skinner had to pull himself together not to groan out loud. He wanted to go over to Mulder and ravage him right here on his living room carpet. *What the hell are you thinking, Walter? You don't know who he was thinking of. You don't really believe he might be interested in you, do you?* Mulder was still standing with his head down, eyes shut. He panted as if he'd been running in a marathon. *Damn it, get a grip, Mulder.* He opened his eyes and lifted his head to meet Skinner's waiting gaze. Clearing his throat, he tried to think of a good explanation or at least a smart-ass answer but he couldn't come up with anything. "Sir, I...shit! Listen, I really appreciate your hospitality, but I think I better go and rent a motel room. After all, it's just for one night. I'm sure my apartment will be cleared by tomorrow. I really should go now.." Mulder started to zip up his trousers and rebutton his shirt. Skinner frowned and closed the distance between them, stopping right in front of Mulder. He reached for Mulder's hands and waited till Mulder lookedup at him. "What is it, Mulder?", he spit out through his clenched teeth, "Can't you stand it to be stuck with your hard-ass boss, or what?" His eyes glared at Mulder. Mulder swallowed hard and tried to back away from Skinner. But Skinner's grip on his hands tightened. "Sir, I didn't mean... I just.. damn it, let me go!" Skinner finally released Mulder's hands and stepped back. He passed his hand over his face and bald head stopping at his neck. Mulder tried to gain control over his trembling hands. He could still feel Skinner's big hands on his wrists. Like the time when Skinner had him in a headlock in the corridor of the JEH building after Mulder, albeit drug induced, had tried to deck him. Days after that incident he still had been able to feel the strong arms around his neck and the hard body against his back. "Yeah, well, it's been quite a mess lately, hasn't it, Sir?", Mulder replied. *Fuck, I wish I wouldn't sound like Mickey Mouse. Come on, buddy, calm down. He's pissed at you and all you can think of is jumping his bones. Damn, you've been alone for too long.* Skinner shortly nodded and turned around to sit on the couch. His arms rested on his knees, hands folded. Skinner looked down at his hands. *Damn, good one, Walter, first you scare him shitless and now he's pissed off with you. Well, that'll really make him jump into your bed. Stop it, Walter. You don't want him to jump into your bed. He's one of your agents and you're his supervisor. Damn, cut it out. Of course you want him in your bed. Hell, that's all you can think of when he's around.* After a moment he looked up at Mulder. He didn't know what to say, so he tried to remember what had happened before he royally fucked it up. Oh, yeah, Mulder standing across the room, shirt and trousers open, panting. He looked back down at his hands. "So, what was it you weren't going to do here, Mulder?", he asked, his voice sounded strangled. *Shit, I hoped he'd forgotten about it. Fuck, what now, Mulder, huh? What are you gonna say?* "Nothing, Sir. I just thought I shouldn't be here." Skinner frowned. "And why's that?" "Because I... we don't seem to get along very well, do we? I should be at Scully's apartment. I have a spare key. I shouldn't be here getting on your nerves and.." "You're not getting on my nerves, Mulder!", Skinner growled. "Yeah, right, that I can see", Mulder replied. Skinner sighed, then turned to look at Mulder, locking his eyes with Mulder's. "Listen, Mulder, I don't know why we're fighting here. I saw that you were exhausted, and as you stated correctly, your apartment is still a crime scene. After all that's happened, I thought you shouldn't be alone tonight. So, I invited you over as a friend not as your boss. Maybe one day you might actually think of me as a friend, or at least an ally and not the enemy." Mulder broke the eye contact and stared at the carpet. He caught his lower lip between his teeth and tried to estimate how much he should tell Skinner of how he really felt about him. He looked up and met Skinner's waiting eyes. "Sir, I do consider you a friend. I might not have shown this very often, but..." He shook his head as if to clear his head. "I'm sorry, Sir." Skinner got up from the couch and turned to face Mulder. "I'm sorry, too, Mulder. Well, I better let you get some sleep now." He walked across the room to the stairs to his bedroom. "As if I'd be able to sleep with the image of your naked chest in my mind", Mulder mumbled. Slowly Skinner turned around. *No, I can't have heard that correctly. He can't have said that.. can he?* "What was that?" Mulder grew stiff. He looked at his boss. *Shit, did he hear that? Please, he can't have heard that!* "Nothing, Sir. I just said Good Night." Skinner moved closer. *Damn, this could be the biggest mistake in my whole god damn life.* "Cut the crap, Mulder, and say it again." *Please, say it again.* Mulder closed his eyes for a moment and swallowed. *Okay, either I'm dead in a minute or ... Shit, just get it over with, Mulder.* He opened his eyes but didn't look at his boss. "I said: As if I'd be able to sleep with the image of your naked chest in my mind. Sir." Skinner released a breath he hadn't known he had held and laid two fingers under Mulder's chin. He lifted Mulder's head and looked into the other man's hazel eyes. He'd always known that one day he'd get lost in these eyes. What he saw in them now was different from what he had ever seen in them. Usually he saw determination, strength, passion, a little bit of arrogance, and will power. Now he saw insecurity, doubt, fear, and something he thought he would never see directed at him. Lust. Skinner sighed and cupped Mulder's face with both hands. He slowly lowered his mouth onto Mulder's, so the younger man would have the chance to stop him. Mulder couldn't believe what was happening. Everything he had fantasized about became hollow as Skinner's lips met his. The soft lips and Skinner's light stubble scratching against his own was more than Mulder could take. His knees couldn't carry his weight anymore and he grabbed Skinner's broad shoulders. His lips opened and Skinner's tongue conquered his mouth, exploring every inch, sliding against his teeth. Mulder moaned and opened his lips wider to give Skinner better access. Skinner's hands left Mulder's face, the right hand lying on his neck and the left hand roaming over his back, kneading the muscles of the younger man's shoulders. They finally came up for air and looked into each other's eyes, panting heavily. Neither knew what to say but they still clung to each other, reluctant to let the other man go. *Damn it, say something, Mulder. Shit, I knew it was a mistake.* Skinner was about to retreat when Mulder closed the distance again and pressed his lips against Skinner's. He moved his hands from the older man's back to his chest. His thumbs grazed Skinner's nipples, eliciting a moan from him, which let Mulder become bolder. He left Skinner's mouth and worked his way along the stubbled jaw to his left ear, nibbling on the earlobe. Skinner groaned and leaned his forehead against Mulder's shoulder. His hands slid down to the younger man's buttocks. He held him tight and ground his groin to Mulder's. The sensation of Skinner's hard cock against his own left Mulder without breath. "Oh, God...Walter." Skinner lifted his head and smiled. Mulder watched the change going through Skinner's expression. The normally stern face was now relaxed, as relaxed as Mulder had ever seen it. He was stunned. Skinner noticed the strange look of his agent and frowned. "What?" "Don't do that, Walter." Skinner jerked back as if he had been slapped. He looked down and started to withdraw his hands from Mulder's back. "No, I didn't mean..." Mulder grabbed Skinner's arms and put them back around his waist. "I just meant, please, don't frown. By the way, why did you frown?" The AD blinked and shook his head to clear his mind. "I.. uhm.. you looked at me like.. uhm I don't know.." "You smiled." "What?" "You smiled. I don't think I've ever seen you smile. You should do it more often." "Well, there's not much to smile at in our line of business, is there, Mulder? And you don't smile often either." "No, I don't." Mulder looked down. "So, what are we going to do now?" "What do you want to do, Mulder?" end part 2 0227_believerxx-aol-com_gettingsomerest2.txt