Superpumper
by Nicole S
Scully had been telling him all about her brother Bill,
and some trip he wenton to the Pacific Rim. Every detail down to the mints on
the pillows wasexplained and analyzed. Did he expect any less from her?
He
clenched the steering wheel in his hands, as she started in on the climateand
weather patterns for Western Polynesia. This was going to be a long
day.
Scully's seemingly aimless rambling wasn't the only thing making him
crankythis morning. Alex hadn't been home in two weeks. Mulder received an
e-mailon Monday from Alex which just said out on business. He didn't want to
knowwhat business he was up to. All he knew was that he wanted him
home.
His head was pounding. He knew Scully was just making conversation,
but ifshe didn't shut up soon, he was going to drive them both into the path of
anoncoming semi! He had to stop somewhere, and get out of this fucking
car.Finally, half an hour later, and descriptions of every food item available
inthe Philippines, salvation. A sign loomed up ahead Superpumper, Open
24Hours.
"Thank Christ," Mulder muttered as he steered to the
off-ramp.
Scully babbled something about wanting some Pringles and maybe a
Diet Coke.All he knew was that he had to get out of this car. He parked in the
gas bayand threw Scully the keys. "Do you mind?"
She looked at him and
furrowed her brow. "You okay?"
"I have a headache. I'm going to get some
drugs and go to the bathroom. I'llmeet you out here."
"Sure, fine." Scully
raised her eyebrows as she unlocked the gas cap.
Mulder strode into the
store. The usual truck stop fare was on display. Junkfood, cheap souvenirs,
air fresheners with naked women on them. He skippedthe Playboy Bunnies and
instead picked up the jumbo bag of sunflower seeds, abottle of Tylenol and a
bottle of water. He cracked open the Tylenol andwashed two down with a healthy
drink of the water.
Leaving the convenience store, he decided to drop his
purchases back at thecar. He told Scully, "Nature calls", then made his way to
the washroom.
Alex lost them. Shit! He knew where Mulder and Scully
were going but thatwas beside the point. If you're going to follow someone,
you shouldn'tfucking lose them! He banged his hands on the steering wheel in
frustrationbefore turning up the music. The bass shook the windows as the
black car withthe tinted windows sped down the highway.
He was pissed at
himself, not only for losing them, but in the way he lostthem. He was
sleeping. Exhausted from a two day drive to catch up to them,and a night of
watching Mulder's room, he nodded off about 5 a.m. He wasgetting sloppy in his
old age. He had tried to sleep earlier but couldn't,and when they left that
morning, they simply drove right past his car, notnoticing him through the dark
windows.
What was he going to do? For two weeks he was tailing them inside
the citybut was not told to keep on them until the day before last. He hated
this,being within feet of him and not being able to contact him, hold him,
touchhim, smell him. He also felt cheap and dirty following his lover around.
Thekey Mulder gave him last month was rarely used. He had that smoking
bastardeither watching him or making him do some stupid job that kept him away
fromMulder.
Alex sighed and tried to stretch his arms out. He needed to
stop. There wasa gas station up ahead. He turned onto the off-ramp to the
large gas stationwith restaurant, gift shop and semi-bays. He parked around
the back and wentinto the washroom, deciding to get a coffee later to wake
himself up.
Mulder flushed the toilet and did up his pants. He heard
someone come in,then water running.. Exiting the stall, he walked over to the
sinks where theother person was washing their face. Mulder began washing his
hands, thenfroze. Staring back at him from the mirror was the dripping image
of Alex.
Alex stared back. At least he had caught up with them.
Mulder
calmly rinsed his hands and extracted a length of paper towel from
thedispenser. He dried his hands before he ripped off another length and
handedit to Alex.
"Thank you." Alex took the paper towel from Mulder and
dried his face.
"You're welcome."
Alex put the used towel into the garbage
can. As he was doing so, he brushedMulder's arm with his own. A jolt of
electricity shot though him. Hesteadied himself against the sink and gazed
into Mulder's hazel eyes.
"Alex?" Mulder said questioningly.
"Fox." Alex
licked his lips.
"Fancy meeting you here." Mulder's hand reached out and
traced a finger alongthe V-neck of the sweater Alex was wearing.
Alex sucked
in his breath, his cock started to press against the denim of hisjeans. He
swallowed. "I... uh... I... I'm just going for a drive."
"I see."
"To..."
He sighed as Mulder moved closer, his hand caressing his hip. "...to seethe
trees... the fall colours."
"Why don't I believe you?"
"I can't imagine why
you wouldn't," he breathed.
Mulder pushed him backwards to the end stall.
This one was slightly biggerthan the other ones but not much. They squeezed in
together, Mulder backingAlex up against the wall. His face moved in closer and
closer, until his lipswere brushing the trembling man's before him.
"Where
have you been?"
"Working..."
Mulder's lips were millimeters away from his
own. Alex wanted to lick them,taste them, fuck them.
"Alex, you left me with
a raging hard-on again." He rubbed his crotch againstAlex's obvious hardness.
He could feel the younger man shiver.
"I'm sorry."
"Are you? Why don't you
show me just how sorry you are?" Mulder moved everso slightly forward and
finally kissed his lover.
Alex almost slumped against the wall, ecstasy
overtaking him. He could feelthe wave of passion move down his body, making
his nipples stand on end, hiscock pushing harder against his jeans. He moaned
as Mulder's tongue enteredhis mouth.
"I don't have much time," Mulder said,
as he popped the button on Alex'sjeans.
Alex did the same to Mulder, starting
with his belt.
"Hang on." Mulder removed the holster, containing his gun,
clipped to theback of his belt. He put it in his overcoat pocket then removed
his overcoatand jacket, and hung it on the hook on the back of the door. "It's
Armani youknow."
Alex rolled his eyes. "If I get it dirty, I'll buy you a
new one." He kissedhim again, his tongue sweeping the hot interior. Finally
Mulder's pants wereundone. They fell to the ground.
Mulder pulled Alex's
jeans down around his knees. He looked at Alex'sengorged member. He reached
out, it twitched as his fingers danced along thevelvety shaft.
Alex let out
an almost silent moan. His hand caressed Mulder's hardness."Fuck me Fox," he
whispered. His tongue snaked along the smooth, cleanshaven jaw, kissing his
neck above the starched collar.
Mulder lowered his head to meet Alex's lips
before spinning him around to facethe wall. He entered a finger into the still
leather-clad man to stretch histight muscle. He quickly entered another one as
time was of the essence.Scissoring his fingers to make the hot opening wider
gained whimpers fromAlex.
Alex was going crazy. It was weeks since they had
made love. There was notime to be gentle about it. He needed Mulder, and he
needed him NOW. "God,just fuck me, Fox!" He hissed.
Mulder replaced his
fingers with the head of his glistening cock. He pushedin half way before
stopping to catch his breath.
Alex was trembling, his fingernails trying to
dig into the ceramic tile on thebathroom wall. Finally, Mulder fully buried
himself inside his ass.
Mulder waited just a second before he slowly began to
thrust in and out ofAlex. He reached around to Alex's cock, which was weeping
copious amounts ofpre-cum.
"You excited there, Skippy?"
"God, yes. Harder
Fox, let me feel you. Fuck me hard."
Mulder pumped harder, slamming into
Alex's ass. He was pulling out so farthat his own ass cheeks caressed the
metal wall behind him.
"That good, Alex?"
"Yeah... oh god that's good... oh
fuck me... fuck me, Fox."
Alex couldn't hold on much longer. He gritted his
teeth and came with a gruntagainst the tile wall.
Mulder was close behind
him, a few more strokes, then his balls released theirfluid up, out his cock,
and into Alex's ass. He let out a grunt of his own ashe milked every drop from
himself. They stood there, joined for a fewseconds, letting their breath
return to normal. Mulder kissed the back ofAlex's head before pulling out of
his ass.
Alex turned around, and kissed the flushed agent on the lips.
"I
gotta go," Mulder said, as he reached down and pulled up his underwear
andpants.
"I know."
"You should wait here a minute or two. Scully's
outside."
"I know."
"You sure know a lot, dontcha, Skippy?" He kissed his
lover again beforeputting on his overcoat. Alex remained silent but smirked
back at him, hisgreen eyes blazing.
"Bye, Alex."
"Bye, Lover."
He kissed
him one more time before exiting the stall. He washed his handsthen left the
washroom.
Alex pulled up his jeans and cleaned himself up. He looked at his
watch. Tenminutes should give them plenty of time.
"Where the hell
were you? I was just about to go in there after you."
"Gee Scully, I told
you I was in the washroom. You know, nature calls."
"Hmph, Men. You're
always on our case about taking too long, when you takeforever to perform one
simple duty."
They both got in the car, Mulder still driving.
"Did I tell
you what Bill told me about the washrooms in Singapore?"
Mulder just nodded
his head and grinned. At least he had a mental image tokeep him busy for
awhile. He looked in the rearview mirror. A black carcould be seen far in the
distance. He smirked to himself and nodded at Scullyagain. Yes, this was one
fine mental image he had, and nothing was going toruin it.
They
had been driving forever, so it seemed. Mulder at the wheel, Scully withher
maps navigating them to some small town barely on the map. He was cranky,she
was too damn perky.
