Title: Bar Talk
Author/pseudonym: R.A. Swain
Fandom:X-Files
Paring: Krychek/Jeffrey Spender
Rating:PG-13
Status: New
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Series/Sequel:Part 3 of the Lounge Series
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Disclaimers: The characters are not my property. They are used
without permission, and are used for the sole intent of
entertainment and not for profit. Note other disclaimers at
beginning of story.
Notes: One possible reason for depression
Summary: Alex and Jeffrey come to a new level of understanding
Warnings: Mild spoilers for the Spender in the 1999 season.
Disclaimer: The following story contains adult subject matter. If
you are under the age of 21 you should not be reading this and it
is illegal for you to possess it. If you read beyond this point,
you are claiming to be 21 years of age, and that it is legal for
you to possess adult aoriented material.
This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between
consenting adults, homosexuality or therein is offensive to you,
DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond this point you are accepting
homosexuality and adult oriented material willing.
Bar Talk
By R.A. Swain
Alex Krychek stood in front of the juke box and dropped another
coin into the slot. He pressed the numbers and the machine went
into action, retrieving a CD and placing it on the player. He
returned to the bar as Charlene's voice once again filled the
room and "I've Never Been To Me" played again for the
umpteenth time.
Doc silently closed his eyes and shook his head. He then went to
refill Alex's now empty glass. "Man, what brought this level
of depression on?" he asked one of his favorite muses.
Alex shrugged. "Don't know. It might've been something
Spender said a few days ago, something that's been nagging at me
ever since."
"What did he say?"
"He asked me why I was such a slash slut, and that got me to
thinking. I am kind of a slut, aren't I?"
"Alex, that's part of your charm. That and your bad boy
image make you a very slashable character. I wouldn't exactly
call you a slut." Doc said.
"What then, a whore?"
"You're a slash character. Hot steamy sex is expected of
you, but that doesn't make you either a slut or a whore, just a
guy with a really great ass who happens to be popular in the
slash realm at the moment." Doc wiped down the bar as he
spoke.
"You know, that's another part that has me slightly
worried."
"What's that?"
"The 'at the moment' part. I don't want to fade to obscure
rare slash. I like being in the limelight. When you've got my
looks, and my ass, you deserve to be a star."
"I think you're coming out of your depression," Doc
said.
"Not really, I'm still concerned about my image
as...as..."
"Slashable slut?" Jeffrey Spender finished for him. He
had wandered into the lounge and the conversation without much
notice.
"Jeffy Boy, you really do get on my nerves when you sneak up
on me."
"I get the chance so rarely."
"So what is your problem with my slashing around?" Alex
asked.
"I don't have a problem with you bouncing from Mulder, to
Skinner, to Tom Paris, to Corey Reins, although that making it
with a doppelganger thing is just too creepy for me--"
"You know you'd love to be in the middle of a Alex/Corey
sandwich," Alex hissed. He
set his empty glass down hard on the bar and signaled for
another.
"I've got better things to do," Jeff replied.
"Yeah, like a gang bang with the lone gunmen." Alex
smirked when he said it, but knew he was pissing Jeff off. How
far could he push Jeffy Boy? he wondered.
"Are you jealous of all the action I'm getting? Is that why
you think I'm a slut?"
"No, I'm not jealous of you getting action. I'm getting
almost as popular as you lately. Albeit, I still don't get Mulder
as much as you, or Skinner either." Jeff reached for the
dish of honey roasted nuts Doc had set before them.
"Then what is it?" Alex asked. A twinkle in his eye and
sudden look of dawning came across his face. "You're not
jealous of the action I'm getting," he said, "But
jealous of the fact you're not the one I'm getting it with!"
He almost crowed with joy.
"That's ridiculous. I've got Peyton and Pendrell. Why would
I want you hot little ass or those lips, or...." Jeff looked
away and popped a handful of nuts into his mouth. He crunched
down hard on them.
"You do want me!" Alex prodded. "Don't you?"
Jeff didn't answer. He brought his cherry coke to his lips and
sipped quietly, never turning to face Alex.
"Admit it," Alex pushed, an angry tone in his voice.
"You want me to be slashing with you when I'm out slashing
with Mulder and Skinner, and Blair and Jim and all the others.
Admit it!"
Jeff swiveled around on his barstool, eyes glaring yet close to
tears. "All right! Maybe I would like to be with you more!
Maybe I am jealous of the way you treat Mulder like your own
personal property! Maybe I would like to get more of that
incredible ass of yours! Does that make me a bad slash character?
"I'm extremely well hung in ninety-nine percent of my slash,
and have a fairly decent body. But all you ever talk about is
Mulder this, or Fox that. Oh sure, he's a hunk. Even my own
father lusts after that over nosed boy scout. Hell, did you
happen to notice which one of us dear old dad chose to shoot? Was
it precious Fox? Noooooo! It was young never given a break Jeff
he took the pistol to, but did I complain?"
"You're complaining right now," Doc interjected.
"Oh shut up and pour the drinks. You're as bad as all the
others who neglect my needs as a slash character." Jeff
pointed his finger accusingly at Doc.
"Me?"
"Yes you. You taunt me with spanking fantasies of Mulder,
and solo masturbatory hallucinations of Mulder. Do you ever let
me have my way with Alex?"
"Don't you dare give in Doc!" Alex glared across the
bar.
Doc fought back a smirk. The idea of Alex bound spread eagle for
Jeff's pleasure did have its appeal.
Alex opened his mouth and closed it again. He read Doc's mind.
"What are you thinking for ropes?" he finally asked.
"Maybe silk neckties. Mulder's neckties." Doc answered,
giving both slash characters a free drink.