Summary: Mulder and Krychek have phone sex.

Warnings: Nothing major here.

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Ma Bell Would Blush

By R.A. Swain

The ringing of his cell phone woke Fox Mulder from his sleep. He looked around the livingroom of his sparsely furnished apartment and then reached for the phone lying on the coffee table next to an open pizza box.

"Mulder," he answered, clearing his throat once.

"Hi Foxy."

Mulder was silent. 'I hate this,' he thought. "Krychek, is that you?"

"Who else, Foxy?"

"Don't call me that."

"Why not? It suits you."

"What do you want?"

"It warm out tonight."

"Did you call to give me a weather report?" Mulder was trying to sound annoyed, but the sound of Krychek's voice had a soothing effect on him. No matter what Alex may have done, or who he may have hurt, Mulder thought, he could forgive him of anything as long as he could hear that voice again.

"What are you wearing?"

The question took Mulder by surprise. "T-shirt, sweatpants, why?" The silence at the other end of the phone clarified his question. "Alex, are you calling me for phone sex?"

"Maybe. Any underwear?"

Mulder was amused. "Yeah, black silk boxers. You want this badly don't you?"

"Come on, Foxy. This is my fantasy."

"I could hang up any time, you know."

"I know."

"I'll bite. What are you wearing?" Mulder asked. He wasn't sure if he cared or not. Auto-erotic stimulation was a turn on for him, but phone sex with someone he was supposed to hate gave a new meaning to perverse in his book.

"Jean...Unzipped."

"Just jeans? No underwear?" Mulder felt movement in his groin.

"I like to freeball in warm weather," Alex replied.

"I'll bet."

"Take your sweatpants off for me," Alex ordered.

"I don't know," Mulder mused. The thought of self stimulation while on the phone was very appealing.

"Please?" Alex asked.

Mulder smiled to himself, and slipped his hand into the waistband of his sweatpants, sliding them down to his ankles, and pulling them off. "Okay, their off."

"Now the T-shirt," Alex whispered.

Mulder sat up. "Hold on a sec." He put the phone down and peeled the T-shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. "Okay, now I'm sitting in my livingroon in just my boxers."

"I can picture it." Alex's voice cracked as he spoke. "Now run your hand over your chest. Play with your nipples. Pretend I'm gently biting at your pecs."

Mulder did as he was told, lying back on the couch and staring glassily out the window from his darkened apartment. His hand touching his sensitive nipples, pinching and tugging gently. A low moan escaped from his throat.

"Now run your hand down, over your stomach and along the outside of your boxers."

Mulder again obeyed. His boxers tented up as he touched himself through the silk fabric. He could wrap his fist around his growing erection. "I need to take them off," he said.

"Not yet. Just continue to touch yourself through the boxers. Imagine my hands running up your thighs, under the legs of those boxers, and through your soft dark pubic hair. Imagine my hands encircling your shaft and stroking you in your shorts." Alex breathed heavily as he spoke. "Now you may take them off."

Mulder lifted his hips and tugged his silk boxers off, tossing them across the room toward his desk. His hand went straight to his erection. "Oh God, that feels much better."

"Yes, it should. Now touch it. Imagine my mouth, my tongue running up the shaft, to the tip, and down to your balls. Imagine me taking just the tip between my lips and then swirling my tongue around it while I take in more and more of the shaft."

Mulder moaned again. "Alex, you're torturing me."

"I know. Imagine me licking your balls, and moving down toward your ass. Imagine my hands kneading your butt, my fingers exploring your tight hole, my tongue licking around the rim." Alex almost panted as he spoke.

"Alex, please, talk me off," Mulder pleaded as his hand explored himself. His eyes closed tightly, images of Alex Krychek naked and dominating his orgasm filling his mind. "Please, make me...."

"make you what?" Alex asked.

"Make me love you," Mulder replied. "Make me need you. Make me cum."

"How should I do that, Foxy? Maybe with my tongue in your ass, or tickling the back of my throat with the tip of your dick? Maybe by sucking your cock all the way into my mouth and exploring my ass with my middle finger."

"OH GOD!" Mulder shouted. "YES! Explore my ass. Yes. Yes. Yes....."

"Sounds good," Alex said. "Now it's my turn."

Mulder sat up on his couch, regaining his strength, and looking across his livingroom to the desk chair where Alex sat, naked, stroking himself to an orgasm. He'd hung up the phone and was holding Mulder's silk boxers to his face. His fist was pumping furiously, and he was moaning into the boxers. He felt the eruption before he saw it, spurting up over Alex's chest and stomach. Shot after shot.

As Alex opened is eyes he saw Mulder staring at him. "Was my show as good as yours?" Alex asked.

"Infinitely better." Mulder stood up and cross the livingroom, his erection having returned. He touched Alex's chest, smearing the cum across the smooth skin. "Let's take this to the bedroom," he said.

The End

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