Home Improvement
by Satina
Date: First started July 2003. Finished December 27, 2003.
Pairing: M/K
Rating: NC-17
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Spoilers: ::Snicker:: Um, no plot means no spoilers.
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Disclaimers: Not mine.
Summary: A visit to Home Depot. This is sooooooo PWP.
Mulder let out a bored sigh. "I don't understand why we can't just pick up a can and be done with it," he whined.
"Don't start, Fox," Alex warned, giving him a sidelong look. "I'm the one that always ends up fixing things. I know what we need. You don't. You didn't have to come along, you know." He went back to studying the labels on the aerosol can, frowning.
"I know, I know," sighed Mulder, casually scanning the empty aisles. A person could walk down row after row of warehouse-style home improvement items and never see an employee, and since it was an hour before closing time, the Home Depot was blessedly free of do-it-yourselfers, too.
Alex moved down the aisle a ways, reaching high up on the top shelf, standing on tiptoe to pull down a weird, sharp-edged tool that, to Mulder, looked like an instrument of torture. Instead of ruminating on what Alex might want to do with such an object, he let his eyes take in the long, extended arms, the bunched muscles in the broad shoulders, and, oh yeah, that high, lifted, perky, luscious ass. He sighed again, no longer bored, and smiled wickedly.
He sidled up behind Alex, acting like a nonchalant shopper, and brushed his index finger up the inside of Alex's thigh, up high, barely stroking over the balls snugly held within the denim.
All of Alex's breath left him in a gasp, his body bucking slightly in a full- body shiver. He leaned back into Mulder, tipping his head back and resting it on Mulder's shoulder.
Mulder smiled, feeling his cock swell in his own jeans. He leaned in, breathing softly and hotly in Alex's ear. "You're easy." He punctuated it with a stab of his tongue into the silky canal.
"UhhnnnGod..." groaned Krycek, moving his ass against Mulder's erection. "Is that a problem?"
"Fuck, no!" Mulder growled, reaching around in front to squeeze Krycek through his jeans.
"Naahhhhhhh!" Krycek cried out, and Mulder quickly slapped his hand over the open mouth, glancing around worriedly.
"Shhhhh! You wanna get caught?" he whispered in Alex's ear.
Alex stabbed his tongue between Mulder's fingers, moaning, and Mulder's eyes fluttered closed as he gently humped Alex from behind.
"You started this," Alex mumbled into Mulder's palm. "You know how I get when you touch me."
Mulder sighed, reluctantly removing his wet hand from Alex's hungry mouth. "All right, all right, I'll be good."
Alex licked his lips slowly, rolling his head on his shoulders before finally returning to his task of choosing paint.
Frustrated and hard, Mulder walked down the aisle a bit, picking up some leaflets on spackle and setting them back down without even glancing at them. Alex's helpless, breathy whine reverberated through his head...and through his cock. He decided he wanted to hear it again. Looking left and right, grinning again, he walked up behind Alex and quietly slid his hand around to his front, keeping an eye out for spectators.
This time his hand encountered warm, silky, firm flesh instead of denim, and it was his turn to yelp and shudder as Alex groaned and chuckled, thrusting into Mulder's tightening grip.
"Oh, you slut!" Mulder breathed, smiling and beginning to move his hand slowly.
"You...ohyeahlikethat...are the one who wanted to play," Krycek gasped, pushing into each of Mulder's strokes.
Mulder's eyes closed as he breathed hard, swallowing back moans. "I was just...teasing," he said, pressing up against Krycek and tilting his head, kissing the hot neck offered to him.
"Mmmmmfuck the paint," moaned Alex, reaching up with one hand to hold Mulder's head in place, using the other to reach back and squeeze Mulder's ass. "Let's go home."
"Fuck going home," Mulder said against Alex's skin, using his left hand to quickly unbutton his own jeans just enough to free his cock, then yanking down on Krycek's jeans, getting them just low enough that Mulder could get his cock between those yummy cheeks.
"Jesus! Mulder! You're gonna get us arrested!" Krycek said, sounding worried and extremely turned on.
"I'm wearing a long coat, and you've got shirt-tails," Mulder murmured as he squeezed Krycek's cock, which always dripped generously with pre-cum when Mulder touched it. "No one can really see anything, as long as you're quiet." He gathered the slippery natural lube from Krycek's cock and surreptitiously brought his hand between their bodies, slicking up his own cock with as little outward motion as possible.
"Quiet?" Krycek panted, reaching forward to grab hold of the edges of the metal shelving for purchase. "Me? Mulder, we're fucked."
"No, you are," growled Mulder. He lined up his cock quickly and snapped his hips forward, shoving himself into Alex up to the balls. "Ahhhhh..." he whispered, quickly slapping his pre-cum-sticky hand over Alex's open, yelling mouth.
"AHHMMMMM!" Alex howled against Mulder's hand. He shuddered, readjusting his grip on the shelving as Mulder shoved him forward
"Ohhhffffuckyeah," Mulder groaned, trembling as Alex whimpered against his hand, hot air puffing out through his nose. "Just...hold still," he gasped. "Don't move."
"Mmm!" Alex whined, sweaty hands slipping on the metal shelving.
"Cuh-can't move much," Mulder breathed into his neck. "We'll get caught."
The only answer was another whine.
Mulder began moving with little sharp, aborted thrusts, each driving a gasp from his throat and a whimper from Alex's. "Ohhhhgod, Alex," he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut on tears of extreme arousal. He continued just barely moving in Alex's ass, feeling dizzy as his orgasm built quickly. "Gonnafuckin'come," he gasped out.
Alex nodded frantically.
Mulder gripped his hip tightly, digging his fingers in for the last few thrusts. He took a chance and made longer strokes, groaning as his cock slid halfway out and then snapped deeply back into Alex's body. He couldn't chance reaching around to get Alex, off, too, but by this time, all he could think about was coming inside that hot, willing, desperate body.
"Now..." he groaned, and he bit down on the side of Alex's neck. "Awwwwmmmmmm!" he yelled against the salty, hot skin. "Mmmmfuck, Alex!" he whined, as his cock pulsed hot cum into him.
"Mmmmm! Mmm! Mmm!" Alex whined against Mulder's hand, jerking forward and shuddering.
Mulder fell against Alex, knocking him into the shelves, and a couple of spray paint cans fell, clattering to the floor loudly. Mulder panted, then quickly pulled out of Alex with a sharp gasp, wringing forth a small cry from Alex's wet, crushed lips against his palm. He pulled his hand away shakily, wiping it absently on Alex's chest, then quickly tucked himself back into his pants and zipped them up, swallowing.
Alex let out his breath in gulping gasps, using badly shaking hands to push his own, sticky, deflated cock into his jeans. He had a few seconds' trouble with the zipper pull, then yanked it up, making sure his shirt tail was completely covering him. He stepped back away from the shelves, shaking his head. "Got a kleenex?" he asked, voice raspy and breathless.
Mulder looked at him, and he gestured to the shelving. Mulder let out a deep, throaty, soft laugh as he took in the spatters of cum across the array of spray cans. Looks like Alex had hit about...Mulder counted...five? "Jesus, Alex, look at that mess!"
Alex's brows arched. "What? It's your fault, Mulder, not mine!"
"Hey, I didn't tell you to come all over the...what is that...'passion pink sparkle', Alex." He shrugged. "I didn't figure you'd come at all."
"You were just gonna use my ass in the Home Depot like some whore and leave me hard?" Alex asked, his voice low.
Mulder smiled. "Isn't that what got you off?"
Alex tried to scowl, but one corner of his mouth twitched up in a smirk.
Mulder took a few steps away, and returned with the spackle leaflets. "Here, clean up that mess."
Alex took them, sighing, and turned to the cans, glancing at the papers in his hand. "I don't think this is the kind of spackle they were thinking about," he mumbled.
"Sorry fellas, but the store's closing. If you wanna make a purchase, you're gonna need to bring it up, now."
Mulder and Krycek both turned quickly, not having heard the Home Depot employee come up behind them in his rubber soled safety boots.
"Uhhhokay!" said Alex, shoving the smeared leaflets behind the paint. "This oughta do." He grabbed a can of paint without looking at it and stepped away, nodding and smiling tightly.
Mulder grinned lazily and bent to pick up the cans off the floor, slowly and carefully arranging them next to the ones that still had vague, cloudy smudges on their labels. He turned and walked down the aisle, and Alex fell into step behind him.
They rang up their one, unwanted purchase and walked out to the car in the dark.
"What the hell did I just buy, anyway?" asked Alex, taking the can out of the bag once he was inside the car.
Mulder leaned over from the driver's seat and read the label. "Passion pink sparkle," he said, leaning back over and starting the car.
"Just what I wanted to re-do the porch railing," Alex muttered.
Mulder grinned and backed out of the parking lot. "I'm coming with you on your shopping trips more often," he said. "This home improvement stuff's fun."
Alex tried to look exasperated with him but couldn't, finally letting out a soft laugh and leaning his head back against the seat, closing his eyes. "Yeah," he whispered. "It is. With you." His voice got even lower, and Mulder almost didn't hear him. "Everything is."
Mulder looked sideways at Alex, whose eyes were still closed, a sad, sweet smile on his lips. "Hey," he said, making his voice low and suggestive. "Whaddya say we go home and scrub the mold off the grout?"
Alex's eyes didn't open, but his smile widened. "Mmmmbaby, you know what I like."
Mulder laughed as he pulled out onto the street that would take them home again. They could always make another trip to Home Depot for the right paint tomorrow. Mulder was looking forward to it.
END