Title: When a Thank You Isn't Enough
Author/pseudonym: R.A. Swain
Fandom: X-Files
Paring: Spender/Krychek
Rating:MA
Status: New 2/25/00
Archive: Yes, please. You have my permission to archive.
E-mail address for feedback: raswain@internettrash.com
Series/Sequel: Not yet. See notes.
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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: This is part of Doc Swain's slash world. It is tied in to the Lounge
Series. The Lounge Series takes the slash characters behind the scenes of their
slashing, thus creating worlds within worlds. It's not exactly part of a series
since it can stand on it's own. It's more part of a family of stories that will
grow, hopefully, and prosper in the happiness they bring others.
Summary: Krychek tells Spender how he can thank him for saving his life. Spender
takes it a step further.
Warnings: Potential spoilers for Spender, and for Krychek, but from what I've
read out there, just about everyone knows these things about both characters.
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 oriented 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.
When A Thank You Isn't Enough
by R.A. Swain
Jeffrey Spender stood, eyes closed, under the stream of hot water flowing from
the shower head, washing over his body in a warm healing motion. He was finally
well enough to be alone, and unguarded, in the apartment. He emerged from the
shower glistening with water droplets running down his chest, arms and legs,
and reached for the towel. Damn, he thought, I forgot a towel.
He strolled naked from the bathroom to the large bedroom.
"Beautiful view," Alex Krychek said, from his prone position in the
middle of Jeffrey's bed. He held up the towel. "Looking for this?"
"Yes," Spender said, catching it as Alex tossed it to him. He began
drying himself.
Alex jumped up from the bed and grabbed Jeffrey's hand, taking the towel from
him. Before a protest could be voiced, he took over patting Spender dry, rubbing
him gently with the terry cloth. "You've healed nicely. I'm glad there
wasn't much of a scar."
Spender looked down at his still wet chest while Alex patted his back dry. There
was a whitish pick spot in the center of his chest where the bullet had hit,
but thanks to Alex's constant attention, rubbing the wound with vitamin E oil
when he was healed enough for it, the wound was almost unseen.
"Yes, I have. I owe you." He almost whispered the words, but Alex
heard them.
"You do, and it's time to pay the ferryman," Alex replied.
Spender pondered the words as the towel caressed his ass. He turned to face
Alex without reservations and allowed the towel to gently rub his chest and
arms dry, before Alex moved to his cock. "I knew this was coming. Who do
you want me to kill?"
"Kill?!" Alex began to laugh.
"Okay, who am I spying on ?" Spender asked.
"Spying? Is murder and spying the only things you think you're good for?"
Alex inquired. His hand felt Jeffrey's cock through the terry cloth and he felt
himself began to get excited.
"What else do you want?" Spender asked.
Alex was still holding the long flaccid cock, and he squeezed it gently. His
eyes locked in a steely stare with Spender's. He moved his face closer to Jeffrey's,
looking at the lips he hungered to kiss. "I want you, for one night."
He squeezed Spender's cock again to emphasis his meaning.
Spender's eyes widened as the meaning and the hand on his equipment made clear
Alex's intentions. "Are you talking sexually?" He asked, disbelieving
what he was hearing.
"Yes," Alex whispered, his face inches from Spender's. "One night,
and you owe me nothing."
Spender didn't pull back from Alex's touch, his cock beginning to feel the effect
of Alex's hand caressing it. At some point in the last few seconds the towel
had been dropped and now it was flesh against flesh. "I'd heard rumors
about you, but I didn't know if they were true."
"You mean the one about Alex being a bit lite in the loafers?" Alex
mocked himself. "Now you know, stud."
"Stud?" Spender was surprised. "Now you're just toying with me."
Alex's hand was now circling around Spender's body, caressing his flat stomach,
his smooth side, his ass. "No I'm not. If you don't believe you excite
me, feel for yourself." He grabbed Spender's hand and placed it against
his hard crotch.
Spender didn't pull his hand away, instead he gently massaged the throbbing
cock he felt through the thin material of the wool slacks. "No one's ever
called me a stud before, I just assumed you were mocking me."
Alex moved his lips closer to Spender's. "I'm not mocking you now,"
he said before pressing his mouth against Spender's, pushing his tongue between
Spender's lips, and wrestling with the tongue he was encountering. Spender surprised
him by reciprocating the kiss, slipping his tongue into Alex's mouth. He surprised
him even more by busying his hands with opening and removing Alex's slacks.
Spender took a step back as Alex's slacks fell to his ankles, and he smiled.
"Do you always freeball under dress clothes?" he asked.
"It saves time, like right now," Alex replied. He stepped forward
again, guiding Spender toward the bed as their cocks did a little sword fight,
vying for comfortable position against one each other's stomachs. Their lips
once again locked in carnal desires, this time Spender's arms embracing him
as well.
Spender's legs hit the edge of the bed and he fell back to sit down. He was
now face to cock with Alex, and liked the view very much. Without a word he
leaned forward and took the thick tool into his mouth, marveling at how it could
feel so hard yet so soft at the same time.
Alex drew in a sharp breath at the feeling of Spender's hot mouth on his organ.
More so, was he impressed with the skill Spender was showing in the cocksucking
department. Apparently the stories of Jeffrey Spender were accurate,
he thought, as Spender released his cock from his mouth and ran his tongue down
the underside of his shaft to his low hanging balls.
Spender looked up and smiled. "You shave your balls?"
"I like the smooth feeling," Alex replied in a horse voice. Spender's
hands were caressing and squeezing his ass, occasionally a finger probing into
the crack. "Oh God! Jeffrey, that feels so good."
Spender leaned back on the bed. "Turn around and let me give you another
treat."
Alex looked puzzled for a second until Jeffrey wiggled his tongue at him wickedly.
He turned immediately and bent over slightly, spreading his ass cheeks to allow
Spender access. This was something he hadn't imagined Spender doing. Of course
he hadn't imagined spender giving in to the idea of male to male sex so easily.
At least, not without a protest, he thought.
The feeling of Spender's tongue flicking between his cheeks sent shivers through
his whole body and distracted every thought he could've possibly had. It seemed
like an eternity as Spender's tongue caressed his most private spots, and probed
his nether regions. His cock was beginning to throb and drip precum, something
he rarely did. Of course, he rarely had such luxury as time when it came to
sex, and usually the entire act took all of seven minutes. They hand already
been teasing each other for half and hour.
Spender moved back and turned Alex around again, licking playfully at the precum
as he licked the length of his cock. Alex's eyes once again met his, and he
now felt to his knees between Spender's legs. The cock he was faced with was
long, very long, and slim. It was perfectly proportioned to Spender's body,
not like some guys who are tall and slim, with a stubby fat cock, or a short
guy with a long slim cock. Spender was perfectly proportioned.
For a brief moment Alex wondered if Spender was genetically engineered by his
maniac father or aliens, and this perfect cock was the result of alien manipulation?
He shook the thought from his mind and opened his mouth, feeling the shaft slide
against the sides of his lips and the tip pushing against the back of his throat
as he buried his nose in Spender's pubic hair. He loved the feeling his soft
fuzzy pubic hair against his nose.
Spender's moaning was reward enough for all he did for him, but Alex knew he
would still take all he wanted in return for risking his life to deceive the
bastard who made this opportunity possible. Oh, he hadn't saved Jeffrey Spender
just so they could have sex, but at the moment it was the best reason he ever
could've had, and was glad he came across the little tidbit about Spender's
high school days in his file.
Maybe he wasn't an athlete, Alex thought, but he's got the cock
of a thoroughbred.
He stopped sucking on the massive tool when he felt Spender's hands on his shoulders.
He looked up, and Spender sat up, reaching for Alex's turtleneck.
"No," Alex said.
Spender didn't remove his hand from Alex's body. "I read your file, and
I know."
"I don't want you see it. It isn't...."
"It's part of you now, and I don't care what you may think. It'll be all
right." Spender said, pulling the shirt up and over Alex's head.
Alex couldn't bring himself to look at Spender. He felt Spender's hands on his
now naked chest, caressing and pinching his nipples. He felt the hands caress
up to his shoulders and then only one hand. He opened his eyes, his head still
turned downward, and he saw Spender's hand on his prosthesis, caressing it as
he was doing on his other arm.
Spender moved his hand up the artificial arm again and to Alex's cheek. He gently
caressed Alex's cheek and pushed his head until their eyes met. He leaned forward
and kissed away the single tear which ran down Alex's face. "You have no
flaws with me," he said.
Alex kissed him harder, and held him a bit longer.
Finally Spender broke their kisses. "Get that perfect ass of yours up here
on the bed. I was a little sixty-nining before you make me give into you completely."
Alex noted the sparkle in Spender's eyes and they positioned themselves on their
sides, Alex on his prosthetic side so his good arm would be free for things
other than balancing himself. They soon were wildly indulging themselves in
their own private fantasies while sucking each other's pulsing cocks. It didn't
last long, or not long enough for Spender, but soon Alex was pulling out of
his mouth. "I'm gonna cum."
"Me too," Spender gasped. "Let's jerk each other off, first,
and then we'll rest before round two."
Alex didn't have to answer, feeling Spender's hand grasp his cock and squeeze
it while he pumped it. He reciprocated, stroking the length of Spender's cock
several strokes before it pulsed and burst forth with a splat of cum against
his chest. His own cock could take no more, and he shot stream after stream
of hot cum painting Spender's chest and Spender had painted his own.
The two men rolled to their backs, panting. Alex felt Spender's hand still caressing
his cock and stomach. He too was gently stroking Spender's long hairy leg. After
several minutes they both sat up. Alex saw the mess of drying cum he shot on
Spender's chest, and looked down at his own cum covered chest. "Man, we
are a mess."
"Shut up and kiss me," Spender said. Alex did as he was told, and
felt Spender's hands began caressing him again. He too took advantage of the
positioning and began massaging Spender's cock. Spender felt his cock growing
in Alex's hand and laughed through the kiss. "Oh man, you excite me like
no one else."
Alex kissed him harder, thinking how odd it was that this man could excite him
as much as his X-Filing predecessor had, and more so because it was willingly
given without the violence. Could he really like two of them in different
ways, but equally?
Alex jumped up from the bed and reached for his pants, retrieving a tube of
lube. "I want that ass of yours," he said to Spender.
"And I'm gonna want a shot at that perfect ass of yours," Spender
said.
"Tit for tat?" Alex smirked, squeezing some of the lube onto Spender's
ass.
"Just get that cock in me before I go crazy," Spender replied.
Alex took some more lube and fisted his erection before guiding the tip, and
pressing gently against Spender's waiting hole. He slid forward slowly, feeling
the tightness and pressure, and he moaned with pleasure. This wasn't what he
expected, but it was better.
Spender pushed back against Alex, until he felt their balls slapping together.
He moaned and whimpered with joy. No one had ever made him feel this good, not
even the high school swim coach. What Alex's file didn't reveal about him was
how well versed he was sexually, how hot his touch could be, or his cock. His
file didn't reveal how his cock throbbed and pulsed when he fucked someone.
Oh, if the files were only so thorough, Spender thought.
Alex began thrusting faster and soon pulled out completely, grabbing his cock
and squeezing it. He shot his cum across Spender's back. He kept stroking himself
while watching Spender turn to watch him. "I like the look of that,"
Spender said, gesturing to Alex's fist stroking himself. "Now it's your
turn."
Spender repositioned himself behind Alex and took the tube of lube. He positioned
it at the tip of his cock, and then positioned his cock against Alex's hole.
He squeezed the lube onto the tip of his cock and the started sliding forward
into Alex.
Alex felt the pressure, and felt the cool lube gliding along as Spender entered
him. "Fuck me!" He said. "I want it hard and fast, please!"
Spender tossed the lube aside and shoved forward, reaching around Alex and pinching
his nipples. He began thrusting fast and hand, their balls slapping together
roughly as he thrust wildly against Alex's perfect ass. Several more thrusts
and Spender pulled out, turning Alex around. He pressed his cock against Alex's
stomach, and kissed him.
Alex felt Spender's cock, sandwiched between them pulse out several spurts of
hot cum against his stomach. Spender held tight to him for a moment, before
breaking a lingering kiss.
"Are you sure you only want one night?"
"We could renegotiate that, if you're up to it," Alex said.
"After we rest."