Gay Chicken
Author: Satina
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Archive: Sure.
Pairings: Mulder/Krycek
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yadda yadda Chris Carter yadda yadda.
Spoilers: Um, no.
Notes: Lynne on MSKipperVille saw two guys playing Gay Chicken on Scrubs and made a post saying she wanted to see Mulder and Bryce play it. The list responded, "Who the hell is Bryce?" Turns out her spellchecker had automatically changed 'Krycek' to 'Bryce'. This inspired Shan's story, Bryce, and this story, where Mulder and KRYCEK (actually, Skippy-rat) play Gay Chicken.
Mulder let out a bored sigh. His young partner gave him a sideways look, brows arched.
"I hate jack-off stakeout assignments," Mulder complained, slouching down in the seat.
"Want some more sunflower seeds?" Krycek offered helpfully. "I can go down to that corner grocery..."
Mulder sighed again. "Nah, three bags is my limit."
Krycek nodded, settling into his own seat.
There was silence in the car for about ten more minutes, then Mulder shifted, sitting up a little higher, as an idea occured to him.
"Wanna play a game?" He arched his brows congenially.
Krycek turned his head and swallowed. "Um, sure, what kind of game?"
Mulder licked his lips slowly. "It's something I saw on television last night. Thought it was just the most hilarious thing. I guess it got started with that whole Britney/Madonna thing." He turned in his seat.
Krycek turned, too. "Britney/Madonna?" he asked, brow furrowing, lashes fluttering.
"You know, the samesex kiss thing. Now everybody's doing it," Mulder explained calmly. "Takes balls, though."
He was pretty sure the kid would freak. But Mulder loved to shake things up, and he was bored, bored, bored. And it's not like he had to worry about Krycek ruining his reputation. People already thought he was a perverted flake. It would be fun to rattle his new partner. Kid might even try to hit him. Mulder was up for a little scrapping. He'd always wondered what the kid had under those cheap suits.
Krycek swallowed, lashes fluttering again. He cleared his throat. "How...uh...how does it work?" he asked, his voice rough.
"Well," said Mulder, shifting a little in his seat. "Basically, we both lean in like we're going to kiss each other, and the first one to break it off loses." He smiled crookedly, a defiant gleam in his eye. "Like I said, takes balls." He watched as a blush crept up on Krycek's cheeks. Aw well, he thought. It was worth a shot. Maybe we could play Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll...
"O...okay," Krycek mumbled, not meeting Mulder's eyes. "Do we just..." He looked up from under his lashes.
Mulder's lips parted in surprise. Kid's got guts, he thought. He licked his lips and swallowed.
"Well," he answered, a little nervous since he'd never actually played this game before, and certainly hadn't kissed any guys. "I guess we just...face each other, then...start leaning in at the same time." He shrugged.
Krycek nodded, licking his own lips over and over. They were glistening slightly, now, in the low light of the car. He was breathing faster.
"Okay then," Mulder said, licking his own lips again and swallowing. "Loser buys the winner lunch tomorrow."
Krycek nodded.
They both shifted in their seats again to make it easier to reach one another across the space between. Mulder took a breath, licking his lips one last time, and started to lean across the space, staring at Krycek's mouth nervously.
Their faces got closer and closer, until Mulder could feel Krycek's short, moist, hot breaths on his own lips, and just as he was about to jerk back, defeated, Krycek's hands came up and grabbed the sides of his head roughly and his lips were being mashed beneath those of his young, green partner's.
"Mmmm!" Mulder yelped in surprise and confusion, and he felt the lips pressing against his rumble with a growled reply. He tried to pull away, but Krycek held him in place by the hair, then Mulder felt a wet, aggressive tongue battering at his lips to get in. He gasped in shock and it entered with a grunt, forcing his tongue out of the way as it ravaged his mouth.
"Mmm! Mm! Mm!" He cried out, his sounds going straight down Krycek's throat.
"Mmm." Krycek growled in response, one hand letting Mulder's head free, the other taking a tighter grip on his hair, moving to the back of his head to compensate for the loss of the other. He whimpered as the free hand scratched down his chest and abdomen, then yanked his dress shirt out of his slacks, working at his belt frantically.
Mulder's hands went to push Krycek's grabbing, working hand away and Krycek growled and kissed him harder, stealing his breath and his resolve. As he felt his fly give way, Krycek's hot, strong hand closing around his cock, he realized he was rock hard. He groaned and pressed up into the hard grip.
Krycek's hand began to move on him, roughly, quickly, grunting groans being forced down his throat as Krycek's tongue kept forcing its way into Mulder's mouth. Mulder just gripped the seat at his sides now, arching his back, trying to breathe as he was choked on Krycek's tongue.
That tongue fell into a rhythm, brutally fucking his mouth now, actually bruising Mulder's tongue, which couldn't seem to keep itself out of the way, and Mulder moaned and whined, lifting his ass off the car seat and pushing harshly into Krycek's steady jacking.
"Mm...mmm...mmm...mmMMMM!" Mulder moaned and began to come all over Krycek's hand, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, tears tickling at the corners.
Krycek snarled in response, milking Mulder of every last spurt, then suddenly Mulder's cock and mouth were cold as Krycek fell back into his own seat, working at his pants.
Mulder's eyes fluttered open in a daze, mouth open on shuddering pants as Krycek ripped open his own fly, yanking his fat, rosy cock out over the waistband of his underwear, then jerking it frantically. He slammed his head into the back of his seat and yelled his climax into the close, foggy-windowed car, and Mulder watched as his cock shot all over his rapidly pumping hand, his pants, and Mulder's car seat.
Krycek's hand moved slower and slower, his back arched, his neck completely exposed as he worked out the last few drops. Then his body slowly, shakily, sweatily relaxed back down into his seat, Adam's apple working as he swallowed and recovered his breathing.
Mulder just sat there, staring over at his young partner in a complete daze, his dick, which had never really gone soft and was now rock-hard again, still hanging out of his pants, covered in cum.
Krycek's lashes fluttered and his tongue came out to swipe sloppily over his reddened lips. He swallowed and pried his eyes open then turned his head to look at Mulder, still lying against the back of his seat. Upon seeing Mulder's still-parted lips, wide eyes, and completely sweaty, spiky, disheveled hair, a lazy smile curved his lips.
"I want Chinese," he rumbled, eyes dropping from Mulder's round eyes to his still-tingling lips.
Mulder closed them slowly, nodding.
END
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