Getting Some Rest 04/?

While the hot water was cascading over them, hands roamed over wet 
and slippery bodies. Mulder reached for a bottle of shower gel and 
started to massage it into Skinner's chest paying extra attention to 
the pebbled flesh of Walter's nipples. His hands moved down the line 
of dark hair and up again to the broad shoulders. He entwined his 
hands behind the other man's neck and pulled him into a deep, wet 
kiss. Moving his hands up over the back of Skinner's head he started 
to gently rub the lather into the bald head. 

At the strange feeling of Mulder's hands on his head, Skinner jerked 
back and laughed.

"What the hell are you doing, Mulder?"

Mulder just smiled, not stopping his massage of Skinner's head.

"Washing your hair?"

Walter snorted.

"What hair? I thought you were a trained FBI agent. You should have 
noticed by now that I don't have much hair to wash."

"Well, I did notice, but I always wanted to know what it's like to 
wash someone else's hair. Since you don't have that much hair, why 
don't we just pretend you have some. You know what? My imagination's 
pretty good."

"I'm sure it is. After all, I've read all your field reports."

Mulder frowned and let his hands sink down.

"Hey, that's got nothing to do with imagination. I only state the 
facts."

Skinner raised his hands in defeat.

"Okay, I know, I'm sorry. It's just that most of the stuff you put 
in your reports seems to be right out of a horror or science fiction 
movie. You must admit it's pretty hard to believe these sort of 
things."

Mulder looked down and sighed.

"Yeah, I know. Even Scully doesn't believe half the things we've 
seen."

Walter put a hand on Mulder's chest, lifting his chin with the other.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to make fun of you. I know everything 
happened the way you stated in your reports and I am sorry I made 
that damn remark. I didn't really mean it."

Mulder's face relaxed a bit and he started to smile again. He nodded 
and rested his head on the other man's shoulder, his hands moved 
around the chest to the back and stopped at the small of the back. 
Walter held him tight, trying to let Mulder feel through his embrace 
that he really was sorry. He knew there were too many people who 
made fun of Mulder and that it probably hurt the younger man more 
than he would ever admit. He hoped he could give Mulder some 
assurance and confidence so that he could better cope with all 
the rejection and envy he had to face every day.

Mulder felt Skinner's intention and nuzzled the crook of his neck, 
licking a path down his collarbone. He pulled back and let his eyes 
travel over Walter's body.

*Oh, Jesus, he really looks like a god. Especially now with the 
water running over his chest, his biceps, these strong muscular 
legs. I can't believe I'm standing here, in a shower, with this 
god-like creature. And I can't understand why I haven't seen him 
for what he is the first time I laid eyes on him. Yeah, now I know. 
The little fact that I'm a paranoid, egocentric bastard made me 
blind to everything around me, even this beautiful specimen of a 
man. And the fact that I'm not really good at trusting people. But 
I do trust you, Walter. After all you've done for me, and for Scully,
there's no way I could not trust you. You've proven yourself more 
than once. 

*I don't know when this all started. I guess my attraction to you 
started the night I brought Krycek to your apartment. All this 
strength and power and passion. And I guess that was the first time 
I saw you in something else than your dress suit. That probably did 
it. Anyway, I know now that I'm *very* attracted to you, though 
it's not only a physical attraction anymore. 

*Throughout the last few months I've begun to see that you have 
always tried to protect Scully and me. I know you couldn't always 
do it in the open, but still you tried everything. And that often 
brought you only problems and almost cost your life. I don't even 
want to think about this possibility. I don't want to lose you now 
that I'm so close to something like a relationship, and I mean a 
relationship that's based on trust not lust, though I do lust after 
you I have to confess. But to be honest, who wouldn't?*

Walter tried not to flinch under the scrutiny of Mulder's eyes. He 
knew he was in pretty good shape for a man of his age but he was 
also more than aware of all the scars his tour in 'Nam had brought 
with it. After a few minutes he began his own examination of 
Mulder's body. 

*God, you're so beautiful. I just can't keep my hands off your 
strong, lanky body. You almost look scrawny in your designer suits, 
but out of them you look just fantastic. You've got more muscles 
than I'd expected, and it's wonderful to feel these strong arms 
around me. I can just imagine what those long fingers would feel 
like inside of me. I hope I'll get the opportunity to find that out.
But for now I'm glad you're still with me, Mulder, and not running 
from me.

*I know it wasn't exactly fair to take advantage of you when you 
were so physically and mentally drained. But, hey, I'm also just 
human. The tension inside me every time I see you was starting to 
get to me and I was so tired of holding back and denying my feelings 
that I thought I'd explode. 


*Yeah, I know, I'm a marine and I should be able to keep my emotions 
in check. And I know that probably most people think those manly 
marines shouldn't fall for other men. But you know what? I don't 
give a damn what other people think. Never have. Well, maybe in 
'Nam but that's different. I was just a kid, a very frightened kid. 
And it was because of such a not so 'manly' man that I got out of 
this fucking hell after all. He gave me the strength to stay sane, 
and if someone thinks that's sick, well, screw them.*

Skinner thread his fingers through Mulder's thick, brown hair and 
smiled.

"Turnabout is fair play, Mulder."

Ripped out of his reverie, Mulder startled and frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Smiling wider Walter took the bottle of shampoo and lathered his 
hands. He turned Mulder around and started to rub the lather into 
his hair, gently massaging the scalp.

Mulder had never had someone wash his hair in his adult life before 
but he liked the way Skinner's fingers massaged his head. He groaned,
letting his head drop back, and closed his eyes. 




Later back in bed, Mulder fitted himself against the AD, head buried 
in the crook of the older man's neck. Walter put his arms around 
Mulder and pressed him against his body. He hoped that when he held 
Mulder tight throughout the night he wouldn't have a chance to slip 
out and just vanish like a dream. But Mulder didn't have any 
intention to leave. He knew they had a lot to talk about and he 
wasn't really sure what to say, but for now he felt great - and 
safe. He kissed Walter's neck and closed his eyes, sure that this 
night he wouldn't have a nightmare.

end part 4 


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