White Christmas
by Orithain
Alex chuckled, well aware of what Mulder was doing. "Because I want your
Christmas present to be a surprise."
"Alex, I've seen the packages under the tree for the last couple of weeks. Why
the big deal now?" Mulder clung to Alex's arm as they slowly navigated the
apartment. He was still groggy from just having been awakened, blindfolded, and
dragged out of bed.
Alex grinned, eyeing Fox's gift under the tree. "Oh, I think you'll be surprised
by this, baby." He turned Mulder in the right direction and pulled off the
blindfold with a flourish.
Mulder blinked in the sudden light, then his eyes widened, and he stared,
speechless.
"Babe, meet Hal. You know, my friend that I've told you about. You said you
wanted to meet him." Alex snickered. "Hal's your Christmas present."
Mulder couldn't tear his eyes away from the naked man wrapped up in blue velvet
ribbon lying under the tree. He had a garland of mistletoe on his head and
another sprig adorning the head of his erect cock. Mulder could see a separate
length of ribbon, this one green, wrapped around the base of that cock and the
man's balls, acting as a cock ring. Green? Mulder glanced over his
shoulder into his lover's bright green eyes, meeting a smirk. He looked back at
slightly nervous blue eyes watching him, then allowed his eyes to sweep from
light blond hair along the luscious six-foot length of his new toy. A huge grin
blossomed on his face.
"You're too good to me, baby." Mulder sank to his knees in front of the now
smiling man and leaned in to kiss him. After all, who was he to argue with the
tradition of kissing under the mistletoe? He explored Hal's mouth thoroughly,
tasting eggnog and the man himself, while his hands began their own exploration
of the body laid out before him. When he felt the other sprig of mistletoe that
he'd noticed, he grinned and slid down to place a soft kiss on the ruddy head.
He heard Hal suck in his breath, and he lapped delicately at the straining
flesh, his tongue rubbing over the head several times, then probing gently at
the slit while Hal moaned.
Alex watched the two naked men under the tree, glad he hadn't given Fox a chance
to put on any clothing after pulling him out of bed. He slowly stroked his own
hardening cock as he watched Fox's talented mouth work on Hal, knowing exactly
how it felt. He remembered how good Hal tasted, even after all these years, and
he wasn't sure which one he envied more.
Mulder slowly swallowed Hal whole, pausing briefly at the weird sensation of the
velvet ribbon tickling his mouth and throat. His tongue traced the ribbon
wrapped around the rigid muscle, and he had to hold Hal's hips down as he tried
to arch into his mouth, moaning. His head bobbed up and down several times
before he pulled back, giving several hard sucks, then releasing the now
gleaming cock.
Mulder sat back up on his haunches, smiling down at the whimpering man. "Hi,
Hal. Pleased to meet you." He shook Hal's hand.
Hal shot him a wild, disbelieving look, taking in the smug smirk on the face
above him. He had to clear his throat several times before he managed to rasp
out, "My pleasure."
Alex giggled, drawing both men's attention. When he caught his breath, he said,
"I knew you'd like each other. And you look great together." He glanced around.
"Now, what the hell did I do with my camera?"
Hal looked at Mulder. Mulder looked at Hal. Both looked at Alex. "It's over on
the desk," Fox answered, nodding his head toward the clearly visible camera.
Alex blinked. "You'll let me take a picture of you?"
Mulder shrugged. "I want something to remember my present by. And I want a
picture of you too."
Hal nodded in response to Alex's questioning look. "Although I'd be more than
happy to stick around to make sure you don't forget," he added to Mulder.
Fox frowned slightly. "Let's just see how it goes," he replied, not sure he was
willing to share Alex on a permanent basis.
Hal nodded, seeing the flash of jealousy in Mulder's eyes. He loved Alex and was
attracted to Fox, but he didn't want to interfere in the relationship they had
if they weren't both willing. Alex was truly happy, and Hal would do nothing to
ruin that. He raised his head to nuzzle against Mulder's belly, licking softly
until Fox's hand came down to cup his head, supporting him and holding him
close. He dared a glance upward, meeting a heated hazel gaze. He licked his
lips, almost startled when Mulder swooped down to take his mouth again.
Mulder kissed Hal deeply, drinking in his moans of pleasure, feeling him shift
closer to press against Mulder's leg. He could feel the hard cock digging into
his thigh and the dampness where the head touched him. He gasped when he felt
Alex against his back, a hand stroking over his hair, but he didn't stop kissing
Hal. He thought he could easily become addicted to the taste of this man.
Hal was totally concentrating on Mulder's kiss, reveling in the sensation of
being the focus of this single-minded man's attention. He nipped sharply at the
lush lower lip, wondering vaguely how Alex had ever made himself leave Hal. He
groaned when Mulder's teeth closed on his tongue in retaliation, tugging
lightly. He twisted even closer, barely registering the bright flash of a
picture being taken. He whimpered in frustration, unable to get close enough,
bound as he was.
Fox scooped Hal up into his arms, draping him over his lap so he could more
easily explore the beautiful body that was his, at least for today. His hands
stroked the hard muscles, feeling Hal quiver under his touch, and he paused
briefly when he encountered another hand. He raised his head momentarily to
glare at Alex. "Mine!" he stated, brushing Alex's hand aside.
Alex chuckled and shifted his attention to Fox, reaching down to take his cock
into his hand. He shifted back behind his lover, his own erection fitting
naturally between Mulder's buttocks, and Fox leaned back against him. He laid
Hal back on the floor, his fingers sliding along his ass, and a grin spread over
his face when his finger slipped in easily. Alex had thought of everything.
Fox raised Hal's legs, placing them over one shoulder, and pulled his ass onto
his lap, his cock pressing against then sliding past the loosened, slicked ring
of muscle. Both men moaned as he came to rest with his balls against the blond
man's ass, and Fox's hands tightened on his hips. He slowly pulled back till he
was almost all the way out, then equally slowly slid back inside. Hal whimpered,
unable to move or do anything to help himself in his bound state. Fox laughed
breathlessly, swiveling his hips and making Hal yell as he hit the perfect
angle.
Fox slowly leaned forward till he was on all fours, still buried deep inside
Hal, who lay helplessly bound on his stomach, and he started to pound into his
ass, encouraged by Hal's gasps and moans. It was his turn to moan when he felt
Alex's tongue on his own ass, licking as he pushed back, then pushing at the
puckered ring of muscle. He tore his mouth free of Hal's to cry Alex's name
rapturously when he felt the tongue penetrate him and begin to slowly fuck him.
He rocked back against Alex and forward into Hal, feeling like his brain was
short-circuiting. He moaned in protest when Alex moved away, then gasped when he
felt something far bigger press against him, seeking entrance.
Hal stared up into glazed hazel eyes, knowing exactly what was happening. As
Alex worked his way inside Fox, Hal tightened and released his own ass,
caressing Fox's cock and pulling a long, hoarse groan out of him. Suddenly, Alex
pushed forward, pushing Fox further into Hal, and they all gasped. They worked
out a rhythm between them, and all Mulder could do was whimper as Alex fucked
him and Hal's ass milked his cock. Not surprisingly, he was the first to lose
control, his entire body arching and going rigid as he filled Hal with hot
fluid.
He slumped, exhausted, between them as Alex leaned over his shoulder to kiss
Hal, both men quivering and on the brink of coming. Fox reached down and took
Hal's erection in his hand, removing the green ribbon and jerking him off with
only a few strokes. He watched as Hal's come covered his own belly and his hand,
raising the latter to his mouth to lick it clean while Hal watched. He dragged
two fingers through the mess on Hal's belly again and offered them over his
shoulder to Alex.
Alex suckled on the fingers, tasting Hal and Fox together, and moaned. He
slammed into Fox once more as he came, gasping Fox's name and his fingers
digging into his hip deeply enough to leave bruises. He twisted to the side,
bringing Fox with him, so they ended up lying on their sides, all three still
joined.
When he caught his breath, Alex laughed. "Merry Christmas, Fox."
The other two men laughed as well.
"Uh, guys?" Hal spoke tentatively. "Do you think you could untie me now?"
Alex grinned. "Don't ask me. It's up to Fox to unwrap his presents."
"Hmm, I dunno," Mulder mused. "I like to savor my gifts for a while. Besides, he
looks awfully pretty like that."
Hal groaned laughingly. "What would I have to do to convince you?"
Mulder eyed him consideringly. "Uh, actually, I don't there's anything that
would convince me of that at this point, but you could always try to prove me
wrong." He shifted and winced. "But first I think we need to move this to the
bed." He and Alex got to their feet and stood looking down at Hal, who looked
back at them.
"I'm not going anywhere like this, guys."
"He has a point, Fox."
Mulder bent down and pulled Hal up, then tossed him over his shoulder in a
fireman's carry, grunting with the effort. He headed for the bedroom, with a
quick glance back at Alex. "Coming?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Alex entered the bedroom, where he Fox and Hal already lying on the bed, Fox
stretched out in the middle to make sure he'd be between Alex and Hal. Alex eyed
him a little uneasily, suddenly wondering if this had been such a good idea.
Much as he'd wanted to be with Hal again, still a little in love with his former
lover, he didn't want to hurt Fox or take the chance of losing him. His musings
were interrupted by Mulder's hand tugging him down onto the bed.
"Mmmm, this is nice. Now I'm warm on both sides," Fox purred.
"I, on the other hand, am cramping," Hal complained.
"Oh, we can't have that," Fox laughed softly. He found the end of the ribbon and
starting unwrapping his present, eventually tossing the yards of blue velvet to
the floor beside the bed and kneeling beside the blond to admire him in all his
naked glory. "Very nice indeed," he murmured with approval.
Before anyone could say anything else, they were interrupted by the very noisy
growling of Mulder's stomach. Alex burst into laughter. "Hungry, babe? Hang on,
I have an idea. Hal, don't move." Alex climbed off the bed and walked back out
the bedroom, conscious of two avid pairs of eyes following his naked butt. He
gave them an extra wriggle just to make sure they stayed interested.
Mulder chuckled and glanced down at Hal. "Has he always been..."
"Such a slut? Yup," Hal laughed.
"How did I get so lucky?" Fox grinned.
Hal looked at him, suddenly serious. "Because he loves you."
Mulder chewed his lip, not sure what to say.
"You do know that, don't you?" Hal emphasized. "I would have done anything for
him, but I couldn't keep him. No one ever could. But you can, because he wants
you to. He loves you, he really does." He sighed. "He is a bit of a slut though,
so he can't help looking at other people, but you're the only one he loves. He's
scared of losing you, you know."
Mulder blinked in surprise.
"You didn't know." Hal shook his head in disbelief. "Amazing. How two people can
be so blind.... He doesn't think he's good enough for you, and he's afraid
you'll leave him. Why do you think he brought me here?"
"Because I wasn't enough for him?" But Mulder sounded unsure of his conclusion
now.
"Because he's got this stupid idea that I'm better than he is, and he thought I
might be good enough for you. He thinks that you might let him stay around
instead of looking for someone 'more deserving' if he gives me to you."
Mulder just gaped at him, shocked speechless.
"Our big, bad assassin there is incredibly insecure when it comes to his own
self-worth, especially where you're involved. He really thinks that you'll dump
him when you realize how much better you are than him."
"What... How?" Fox sputtered.
Hal shrugged. "He told me. When he asked me if I'd be willing to go along with
this. He knows I still love him, but he tries not to take advantage of that. He
also knew I was attracted to you the minute I saw you. I don't think it occurred
to him until just a few minutes ago that you might be jealous of me. He
doesn't associate that kind of emotion with himself."
Mulder flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling in utter disbelief. "You
have got to be kidding me."
"Nope." Hal sighed unhappily. "I should go. You two need time alone to work
things out."
"No. Er, that is..." Mulder looked him shamefacedly. "I'd like you to stay. Not
just for Alex's sake." He looked away. "I, uh, enjoyed that, and I know Alex
wants a chance with you. Stay. Please."
Hal eyed him uncertainly. "Are you sure? I don't want to come between you or
make things worse. You guys obviously love each other, and I want Alex to be
happy."
"So do I." Fox took a deep breath. "And if that means sharing him, well, I'll
get used to it. At least I like you." He couldn't meet Hal's eyes.
"Fox?" The soft question drew both men's attention to the doorway, where Alex
stood staring at them.
"Alex! Uh, how much of that did you hear?"
Alex shrugged. "Not much. Did you mean that? Do you want me to stay here with
Hal?"
Hearing the way Alex phrased that, Mulder sighed. "Alex, I want you. If
you need Hal, too, to keep you happy, I'll accept that. Don't you get it yet? I
love you, you lunatic."
Still unconvinced but relieved nonetheless, Alex went into Fox's arms, curling
into his embrace. He cuddled close to Fox, enjoying being petted, until the
sound of Mulder's stomach growling so close to his ear reminded him of his
errand. He pulled away long enough to retrieve the tray he'd left on top of the
dresser, then crawled back into Fox's embrace.
The three men made short work of the assortment of cheese and fruit, then Fox
eyed the fruitcake speculatively. "Babe, I think you forgot something. There's
no knife to cut the cake."
Alex grinned wickedly, reaching for the rich, gooey dessert. "I know. We're
going to serve it a la Hal." With that, he broke off a chunk and smeared it over
Hal's belly, leaving a trail of rum-soaked cake and candied fruit. He spread it
around, covering as much of the blond as possible, and after Mulder stopped
laughing and caught his breath, he joined in. He grabbed a handful of cake, then
gripped Hal's cock, letting the sticky treat adhere to him in rather artistic
clumps, if he did say so himself. He and Alex sat back to admire their
masterpiece, a heated blue gaze watching them avidly.
"Something's missing," Fox announced.
Alex raised an eyebrow curiously, licking his lips when Fox delicately picked
out two large cherries from the mess on Hal and set them atop the rigid nipples
just begging to be bitten.
Fox nodded in satisfaction. "Perfect. He needed that."
Hal growled. "I need a lot more than that!"
"Aww," Mulder commiserated, "are you feeling neglected? We can't have that." He
started to reach for Hal, then hesitated, remembering what the other man had
said about Alex's insecurity. He glanced over his shoulder. "Come on, baby,
let's double team him." He snickered suddenly. "He can give us both his cherry."
Alex and Hal both groaned. "Fox, put your mouth to better use." Alex
demonstrated by leaning down and starting to nibble on one of the cherries,
being careful not to dislodge it. Fox followed suit, both of them teasing the
writhing man on the bed, finally finishing the last bits of the candied cherries
and catching the aching nipples between their teeth. Hal moaned loudly,
squirming lewdly but not trying to get away.
The other two men shifted to each straddle one of Hal's legs, their own
erections rubbing against his thighs while they prevented him from getting any
friction on his cock. Hal swore at them, trying to twist away so he could pounce
on them, and they laughed at him.
"Damn, Alex, you were right. He is pretty when he's desperate." An evil
grin suddenly lit up his face, and Mulder leaned over to whisper something in
Alex's ear. An answering leer appeared on Alex's face, and Hal eyed them
nervously. Mulder reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a pair of padded
cuffs, fastening them to one of Hal's wrists, then hooking them through the bars
of the headboard before cuffing the second arm. When Hal was securely fastened,
Mulder got up and pulled two long, silk ropes out of drawer. As Hal watched
wide-eyed, Mulder secured his ankles to the lower legs of the bed, leaving him
spread-eagled, and, more importantly, totally unable to touch his cock in any
way.
"Bastards!" Hal snarled, squirming in his bonds. The two men just smirked in
satisfaction.
"Ya know, we really should get that cake off him, Fox, before it dries out and
we have to use paint thinner and a chisel."
Mulder blinked. "Well, that could be interesting, but I wouldn't want to damage
anything. I guess we have to find a way to get it off him." He and Alex stared
down at Hal, licking their lips unconsciously.
Hal whimpered.
One man knelt on either side of him, and they started to lick and nibble the
fruitcake off his body, making sure not to miss a single crumb. Alex paid
particular attention to his belly button, pushing his tongue in and out over and
over to make sure that he didn't leave any behind.
Hal gasped.
Mulder concentrated on the clumps of cake he'd applied to the rigid cock
earlier, licking the sticky organ clean. He nibbled at the larger masses, his
teeth scraping along the flesh below, then licked and sucked the sticky glaze
off. Once the cake was gone, he took the entire length into his mouth to clean
it, sucking hard, then pulling off to the lick along the shaft, then repeated
the process. His tongue probed every ridge and crevice, ensuring that he didn't
miss any. When he finished the cake, he lapped up the rivulets of precome
dripping from the head, humming with pleasure around the cock in his mouth.
Hal screamed.
Fox pulled away with an evil smile. "Oh, I'm sorry, Hal. I didn't mean to tease
you. But never let it be said that I don't learn from my mistakes. I'll let you
alone now." He stroked a finger along the vein on the underside of Hal's cock,
then turned his attention to Alex. They kissed avidly, just out of Hal's reach,
close enough for him to feel their heat and smell their arousal, and they
stroked each other, hands cupping heavy balls and rigid cocks, bodies
intertwining, then separating to let their audience get a good look.
Hal sobbed.
Fox settled on his knees by Hal's head, his cock just a little farther away than
Hal could reach if he strained. He reached down, stroking himself, watching Hal
watch him, and he snickered when he saw Hal's lips part and his tongue appear,
clearly wanting to taste him. Alex moved behind him, fitting himself to Fox's
back, his hand covering Fox's so they stroked him together. They both smiled at
Hal, and Alex placed a finger against Hal's mouth, letting him suck Fox's
precome from his finger.
"Tastes good, doesn't he?" Alex purred, pulling his hand away despite Hal's
attempts to keep it in his mouth.
"Please," Hal begged.
They laughed again.
Then it was Fox's turn to moan as Alex slid inside his ass, slowly fucking him,
their bodies moving together. As Alex pushed into him, Fox was pushed forward
toward Hal, coming into reach on each thrust, and Hal licked at him whenever he
was in reach. Mulder groaned softly, then he and Alex shifted back slightly,
just enough that Hal could no longer touch him. He rose and sank on Alex,
freeing the younger man to pump his cock, both men wanting to come together. His
fingers pulled at his own nipples, and his head fell back onto Alex's shoulder.
He cried Alex's name as he came over Hal's face, Hal desperately trying to catch
him in his mouth.
Alex gasped softly and buried his face in Fox's shoulder as he too came. He
wrapped his arm tightly around his lover, clinging to him tightly. Fox twisted
in his embrace so he could reach Alex's mouth, covering it with his own as he
tried to drink in Alex's soul.
"I love you," he whispered softly, smiling into the hazy green eyes only inches
from his own.
"Love you too," Alex replied.
Hal wrenched frantically at his bonds, wailing in frustration. He sobbed his
rage, his cock purple and aching, so aroused he knew it would take only the
slightest touch to make him come. He begged and pleaded, desperate for their
touch, but Fox and Alex weren't done with him yet.
Alex stretched out beside him and lapped delicately at his face like a big cat
grooming its mate, licking away Mulder's semen, then kissing Hal to share the
taste with him. "Told ya he tasted good," he murmured, then slid downward to
nibble on a hard nipple, making Hal whine needfully.
Fox watched for a moment then crawled over Hal to settle at his other side and
mirror Alex's actions. This time Hal screeched curses and threats at them, a
steady steam of precome dripping from his cock. He arched off the bed as much as
he could in his bonds, managing to raise himself a few inches, and Fox quickly
shoved a pillow under his ass, displaying him to advantage.
Both men paused to admire the sight. "Damn, he has a pretty cock," Mulder
enthused, admiring the tracery of blue veins beneath the fair skin currently
flushed a deep plum color. "So long and thick. And you left him?" He glanced at
Alex in disbelief.
Alex shrugged uncomfortably. He hadn't loved Hal enough to stay with him, but he
loved him too much to ever really let him go. He didn't want to hurt Hal by
saying that, though. Instead, he occupied his mouth with sucking a passion mark
into existence on Hal's hip, a finger lightly caressing the bud of his anus as
he did.
Hal was swearing constantly now between gasps as he hovered on the brink, the
pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Maybe it was pain. He didn't know
anymore. He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Fox worked his fingers into
Alex's ass, whimpering at the memory of that tight heat. Fox kept that up for
some time until Alex was riding his hand and his renewed erection pressed
against his belly.
Suddenly, Fox withdrew his fingers, and with a single, twisting motion, Alex
straddled Hal and sat down on him, sheathing his cock in his ass. Hal screamed
at the sudden movement, Alex's inner walls caressing his entire length, and he
instantly exploded, his long-delayed orgasm filling Alex, who rode it out with a
smile on his face.
When he'd milked the last spasms from Hal, Alex rose off him, never noticing Fox
momentarily avert his gaze from the sight of his lover with another man's cock
up his ass. He moved between Hal's legs and pressed against the entrance to his
body. Hal's eyes opened, and he stared up into the green eyes. "Fuck me," he
demanded, lifting his ass slightly, offering himself.
Alex pushed inside him as he spoke, gasping, and Fox leaned over Hal to kiss
Alex. He stared into Alex's eyes for a long moment, then sat back again, one
hand stroking Hal absently as he watched them. It didn't take long for Alex to
come, and he slumped over the exhausted man beneath him.
Mulder released Hal's bonds, massaging his aching limbs, then settled against
him, pulling Alex into his own arms. He smiled in response to Hal's questioning
glance, pressing a soft kiss against the blond's lips. He just wanted to feel
Alex against him. As hot as it had been to see Alex and Hal together, it had
made something twist painfully inside him, and he needed to hold Alex
right then.
"Baby?" Alex asked sleepily.
"Mmmm?"
"Did you like your Christmas present?"
Hal held his breath as he waited for the answer.
Fox laughed softly. "Yeah, I loved it. Just one question.... " He waited a beat.
"Do I get to keep him?"
There was a moment of stunned silence, then, "Do you want to?" Alex asked
carefully.
Mulder snorted and pried one eye open to give his lover a jaundiced look. "No, I
asked because I don't want to." He huffed in frustration. "I really wonder about
you sometimes, babe. Besides, since you brought him home, I figured you
wanted to keep him." Fox stroked a hand along Hal's back in apology for
discussing him as if he weren't there.
Alex blinked. "Er... well, uh, actually..." he trailed off, unsure how to start.
"I need a shower," Hal announced, getting up. "Be back in a few." He padded
naked to the bathroom, wondering again if this had been such a good idea. He
loved Alex, and he liked Mulder, and he was desperately afraid that he'd messed
up their relationship. He had to learn to say no to Alex. He'd known this was a
mistake, but Alex had just had to say his name in that way he had, and Hal had
turned to putty in his hand. Well, except for the parts of him that hardened at
the thought of sharing Alex's bed one more time. That was part of the problem
right there.
Hal sighed and determined to stay in the shower as long as the water held out to
give Alex and Mulder a chance to work things out.
Alex and Fox had been momentarily startled at Hal's abrupt departure from the
bed, but their focus quickly returned to each other.
"Why did you bring him here, Alex? Are you bored with me again?" Mulder
tried to keep the hurt out of his voice, but Alex knew him too well.
"No! No," he repeated more calmly, "but you deserve so much better than me. And
I've hurt both of you. I thought that maybe bringing you together might make up
for it, at least a little bit." Fierce green eyes suddenly flashed up to meet
Mulder's gaze. "But I was wrong; I can't give you up."
"And I don't want you to. Not to mention that I have no intention of
letting you go. I love you, and you're stuck with me." Fox kissed Alex
tenderly, showing his love without words.
Long minutes later, Alex lay in Mulder's arms, his head pillowed on his lover's
chest. "So, what about Hal?"
Mulder sighed. "You love him, don't you?" He couldn't keep a tinge of jealousy
out of his voice.
Alex squirmed uncomfortably. "Yeah," he finally admitted, "I do. But I don't
want to hurt you... or lose you."
"And I want you to be happy. I don't want to lose you either. So if that means
you need Hal too, I'll deal with it. Hell, the guy's so damn nice, I'll probably
end up falling in love with him myself." He missed Alex's frown at that.
"Just... can we keep some time just for us?" he finished plaintively.
Alex raised his head to met Fox's eyes. "Always, baby." They shared a smile of
relief. "Hey," Alex suddenly realized, "Hal's been in that shower a hell of a
long time."
Mulder glanced at the clock and blinked in dismay. "Fuck! Go get him out of
there before he shrivels up and is washed down the drain!" Mulder shoved Alex
out of bed, ignoring the injured glare from his lover.
Alex returned a few minutes later with a very pruny Hal.
"Jeez, Hal," Mulder exclaimed, "what were you trying to do, drown yourself?"
Hal shrugged lightly. "You needed to talk without me around. I gave you the time
to do that."
Mulder shot a disbelieving look at Alex, clearly wondering if this guy was for
real. Alex grinned wryly and shrugged. That was just the way Hal was. It made
his killer instinct in the boardroom all the more remarkable. What Alex didn't
realize was that while Hal truly was a very sweet person, this kind of
self-sacrifice was reserved for Alex because Hal loved him. Mulder, on the other
hand, had a pretty good idea of the situation and wondered if he was going to be
able to handle watching another man love Alex right in front of him. He frowned
slightly, then was startled when he looked up straight into Hal's eyes. The
blond was watching him carefully, clearly weighing some decision.
"Guys," Hal began, "thanks for letting me share this day with you. It was...
amazing. But as they say, three's a crowd."
Alex and Fox watched in disbelief as Hal walked out of the bedroom without
another word.
"Where the hell is he going?" Mulder demanded. "He's naked, for fuck's
sake!"
"I, uh, I think he's leaving."
Mulder growled and jumped out bed, stomping angrily toward the living room while
Alex trailed nervously behind him. He stormed through the doorway to find Hal
pulling on a pair of jeans and a sweater from an overnight bag that'd been left
by the front door. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?!"
Hal looked a little startled by Mulder's irate snarl. "I'm going home. You know,
you live here; I don't. That kind of thing."
Mulder growled again, and Hal twitched, feeling his cock start to harden at the
sexy sound. "Take those goddamn clothes off, and get back in that bed!"
"I beg your pardon?"
Fox grinned evilly, making Hal swallow hard. "You wanted to play with us? Well,
guess what? You don't get to deal yourself out whenever you feel like it." He
reached down to snatch a small piece of cardboard off the floor and wave it
triumphantly in Hal's face. "This very clearly says 'To Fox, from Alex.' You let
him give you to me, and that makes you mine, blondie. So get your ass
back in the other room." He folded his arms and glared at Hal, waiting.
Hal looked helplessly at Alex, who refused to get drawn into this. After a
moment, he slowly removed his clothes again and walked hesitantly back into the
bedroom. He stopped at the side of the bed, staring at it uncertainly. It was
Fox and Alex's bed, not his. He didn't belong there. He turned to leave, only to
find Fox Mulder firmly planted in his path. A moment later, he found himself
sprawled across the bed, where he'd landed when Mulder pushed him over.
Fox smiled down at the beautifully lewd picture Hal made with his legs spread
apart, and he pulled Alex forward, nudging him toward the bed. Alex stretched
out beside Hal, and Fox could only stare at the bright blond and deep sable
heads so close together, a study in contrasts and sheer beauty. Nervous blue and
green eyes stared back at him, and he sank to his knees on the edge of the bed
between them. He considered having Alex fuck Hal while he watched, but the mere
thought of it made a tide of possessive rage wash over him. He breathed deeply
to regain control, musing that this was going to be harder than he'd
anticipated. In order to keep his lover, he had to share his lover.
Alex and Hal both wondered what had caused the brief flash of fury that they'd
seen on Mulder's face, but only Hal came close to guessing. Alex still couldn't
make himself believe that Fox could feel that way about him.
Mulder shifted up on the bed, so he was lying comfortably, with his head on the
pillows, and he held his arms out to Alex and Hal. Alex was the first to accept
the invitation, crawling up to snuggle into Fox's embrace in his favorite
position. Once settled, both men stared at Hal, waiting.
Hal chewed his lip, weighing his options. He didn't kid himself that this would
be easy. Both other men were almost insanely jealous of him, wanting the other
to himself, but each of them thought that the other wanted Hal. If he had an
iota of common sense, he'd get the hell out of Dodge. But looking at the two
beautiful men, Hal couldn't make himself give up without a fight. He wanted both
of them, and he knew that if he walked out now, he'd never have another chance.
With a long sigh, he followed Alex's example and ended up nestled against Fox's
other side, held almost tenderly. He couldn't help but notice, though, that
Mulder's embrace kept him and Alex apart and that Alex had cast a dirty look
toward Mulder's arm around him. Hal prayed that somehow they could make this
work. Only the fact that Alex and Fox, well, mainly Fox, hadn't let him leave
and that despite their jealousy both seemed to want him here gave him hope.
As he finally dozed off, Hal thought he felt the brush of lips against his head.
And yes, boys, I know this is not how you actually met. But who could resist
that image of Hal under the tree?
"Alex, this is nuts. Why do I have to be blindfolded?" Fox whined, trying to get
his lover to take the scarf off his eyes.
