Title: Flexed Scenario
Author: BethLynn bethlynn@aol.com
Category: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The X-Files and it's characters are the property of FOX, and 
assorted affiliates. No infringement intended. No profit made.
Spoilers: Yes. For S.R. 819
Warnings: Homoerotic content. Spanking.
Editor: Careful! Posting without editor here. I've spell and grammar checked. 
Still, be afraid. ;-P
Archiving: The Ferret Cage
Summary: Sp/Sk Rut!Smut
Notes: ElevatorFic. We were challenged to, 1) write Spender trapped in an 
elevator, 2) use the words, whipped, helmet, and raincoat, and, 3) use the 
phrase, "Three days, maybe longer,". This PWP takes place between S.R. 819, 
and Two Fathers. Also, it's my story, and this elevator has no emergency 
alarm.

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Flexed Scenario
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Skinner strode into the elevator throwing off his helmet, letting it fall to 
the floor, and startling the man standing at the back. He unbuckled the loose 
belt of his jacket and flipped the lapels back, shaking off the drops of rain 
water that clung to the material. Shoulders leaning against the side of the 
car, he adjusted his leathers, crossing one booted foot over another.

"So, Agent Spender. What brings you by?" The A.D. watched the young agent 
fidget, eyes darting to the bulge riding hard against the button fly of the 
tight black leather jeans that molded the A.D.'s thick thighs. Skinner thrust 
forward with his hips bringing his shoulders away from the wall and turned, 
punching the button for his floor. Black leather showed off an ass delineated 
by a double-stitched seam that rode deep into the cleft of round cheeks. He 
heard a gasp behind him, and smirked, bending low to set his helmet closer to 
the edge of the car. Tight leather creaked, and the seam between his cheeks 
rasped over his perineum. His cock twitched against the buttons of his fly 
and adrenaline sparked nerve endings throughout his body. It was all he could 
do to refrain from pressing the palm of one hand over his package and 
thrusting against it to relish the lust that shredded his skin from the 
inside.

His life was not his own any longer, because of a rebel with a fetish for 
palm pilots, and daily, he found his control slipping away. More often he 
pretended to feel anything toward the people who looked to him for guidance. 
His humanity was drowning in despair, and he couldn't care to swim. The pain 
in his mind and his heart was growing overwhelming and he was beginning to 
seek avenues of surcease. Tonight he dragged out his old helmet and leathers 
and climbed on a bike he hadn't used in years, taking off out into the rainy 
night, daring the wet oily roads to throw him from their surface into 
oblivion.

He found himself back at his apartment building after a wild ride that left 
him with an erection fluffed by the adrenaline pumping through his blood with 
every potentially disastrous turn of the handlebars.

Now, he cataloged the long lean form of Agent Jeffrey Spender from beneath 
hooded eyes.

A heavy gray raincoat hung off of slim shoulders, draping over the young 
man's tall form. A dark suit hid the shape of him, but Skinner knew what his 
body looked like, conjuring up pictures of a flat abdomen covered with a 
sweaty T-shirt, and slim ropy legs straddling a weight bench. Drenched hair 
curled close to his head, and an uneven face seemed to bare witness to a 
tendancy to stick his nose into everything.

Skinner's fingers stroked over the waistband of his pants and he thrust 
forward absentmindedly to their call. It occurred to him that he had finally 
lost control, as he slapped a button halting the car and stepped forward 
invading Spender's space.

His presence backed the agent against the carpeted wall of the car, and he 
leaned forward, palms to rug, at each side of Spender's head. He watched dark 
velvet eyes widen, and pressed closer.

"What," Skinner rasped into the young man's ear. " ... are you doing here, 
Spender?"
He chuckled low as the agent sputtered. "No, let me tell you what you're 
doing here." Skinner used his chest to press Spender securely against the 
side of the car, hot breath escaping onto his neck as Spender's lungs 
deflated.

"You think I don't see the looks, Agent? Hot Chocolate brown eyes that linger 
too long here." Skinner brushed his chest back and forth over the others, and 
grinned when Spender hiccuped.

"And, here?" he whispered as he ran lips swiftly over a lightly stubbled 
cheek, to a parted mouth, capturing it and biting.

"And, here?" he finished, thrusting his hips forward harshly one time before 
launching himself away from the body he had cornered.

Lips tilted wryly, he viewed the body still plastered against the side of the 
car. Spender was on tiptoe, hands gripping the rail, head thudding slightly 
against the stupid commercial carpeting, panting, and staring wide-eyed at 
his boss.

"What information have you deemed so important as to seek me out at home?" 
Skinner paced the small confines of the car, hands flexing. He glanced at 
Spender as the other man opened his mouth. "Shut-up."

Laughing, Skinner shoved Spender back again, flexing his knees slightly, 
tilting his hips up and pushing his groin in below the other man's. He caught 
the rail and used it to pull himself closer, grinding himself between taut 
thighs.

"Is this what you want, Jeffrey?" Skinner ground out, lips hovering an inch 
from the others. "I've seen you more in the past few months than I ever saw 
Mulder and Scully, You've been a fucking nuisance with all the nonsense 
you've felt necessary to bring to my attention. And, you are a tease. You've 
followed me to the gym, the men's room, the labs. You definitely know how to 
flex a scenario. What were you expecting tonight? Huh?" Skinner supped at the 
open mouth before him. He continued to undulate between Spender's thighs. He 
could feel the other's hardness against his abdomen. It twitched as he chewed 
on a wet bottom lip. "This?"

Skinner shuddered and pushed away from Spender again. He ran shaking hands 
over his head, staring hotly at the breathless man.

His hands went to the belt threaded through the loops on his jacket. He 
yanked it free and gestured toward Spenders slacks.

"Off. Down. Whatever."

A long slow glide of Adams Apple tempted him, and his tongue thickened in 
anticipation.

"Leave the raincoat." 

Spender looked startled, but complied, dropping slacks and boxers down around 
his ankles. His erection sprung free, bobbing.

Skinner smirked and gestured for Spender to turn around. The pants dangling 
at the young man's ankles brought a small smile to his face, but the sight of 
pale skin over long muscles stole the humor from the situation. 

Spender peered over his shoulder. He bent forward, hands on the rail, 
raincoat draping over his backside obscuring Skinner's view.

Skinner reached for his button fly and tore it open, freeing his cock from 
it's cramped confines, grasping it viscously, and pumping a few times before 
groaning and letting go. He moved forward, belt in hand, erection divining, 
and flicked Spender's raincoat to the side of his body, baring his ass and 
the long legs it set upon.

Skinner gazed. Glancing up, he caught the molten brown eyes of the young man. 
He gulped and looked down again. It was a fine ass. Round plush cheeks, that 
were clenching, allowing the dark pucker between them to wink, teasing him.

Skinner groaned, dropping the belt and grabbing soft flesh, palming and 
squeezing and pushing away so that he could slide his fingers deep along the 
inside of the crease.

The man before him shudder and hissed, his thrusting hips bringing his cheeks 
together, capturing Skinner's fingers.

Skinner pulled them free and slapped the ass, bringing a squeak from Spender. 
Skinner decided he liked that squeak and slapped again, feeding on the sound 
escaping Spender, while watching his handprint erupt on pale skin.

His own breathing hitched, and a groan escaped. He bent,   retrieving the 
belt, and nuzzled briefly between the mounds, breathing deep.

"Have you ever been whipped, uh, spanked, Jeffrey? As a part of foreplay? The 
sting intensifies the heat building inside you." Skinner caught a whispered 
yes, and took the continued undulation of lean hips as consent. The belt in 
his hands slapped over Spender's buttocks, and the sound of leather hitting 
skin filled the car. Saliva pooled in Skinner's mouth and he swallowed a 
whimper.

"Yesss... oh, god," Spender whispered. "Do that again."

Skinner started. Apparently Spender was right there with him. He lashed 
again, catching the soft skin. Blood flowed to the surface and he could see 
the belt holes imprinted vividly against the white flesh. A few more strokes 
and a frenzied Skinner threw aside the belt, pushing his jeans over his hips 
and plastering himself against Spenders back.

Spender's hips pumped, stuttering like a car needing oil, and Skinner watch 
the agents hand disappear forward.

He thrust wildly between the reddened cheeks, lubricating himself with the 
cream seeping from the tip of his cock, and the sweat dewing Spender's 
buttocks. Arms reached beneath and up, clutching at Spenders shoulders, 
pulling down.

"I want to come all over you, Jeffrey," he said gruffly.

Spender groaned and bucked harder, almost dislodging Skinner.

Skinner let go of Spender's shoulders and shoved his shirt up off his back. 
The raincoat and button-down bunched over Spender's shoulder-blades.

Strong blunt fingers grazed over the silky skin on Spender's back, skipping 
forward over his ribs and covering the hand pumping his cock.

Skinner fought Spenders hand for control of the erection, winning and 
wrapping about the head. A wet tongue skidded roughly over the young agents 
back, and Skinner sought to wrap even more of himself around the man beneath 
him.

Little bursts of light sparked his vision, and tears trailed down his cheeks. 
His body vibrated harshly and he rocked his hips, shoving his cock up and 
down through slick cheeks. He wanted to penetrate the tight pucker he could 
feel contracting against him, but was afraid, suddenly afraid, to hurt the 
man beneath him. He swallowed an ironic sob and slowed his frantic humping, 
his grip on the other man's cock loosening until he could feel the skin of it 
slide like cornsilk against the palm of his hand. The shards of lust tearing 
at his breathing melted with the heat rising within him, and pooled behind 
his eyes. Need dissolved and deep want rose, blind-siding him. A soft cry 
escaped him and he climbed off the agent.

"Oh, shit," he muttered in realization.

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Jeffrey Spender was bereft. Focus was torn from him, and he groaned. Hips 
refused to accept what the mind was telling him and he continued to thrust, 
seeking heavy weight, and a slick grip. Roiling desire whipped his senses, 
and he sought completion denied him, as Skinner leapt away.

"Oh, shit," Skinner uttered as if in pain.

Jeffrey breathed deeply gathering shredded control, and pumped his erection 
to ease the burn. He turned, hand on his cock, and settled a hot glance on 
the man standing on the other side of the car.

Skinner reclined against the cab, an arm thrown over his eyes, muttering 
under his breath. Tears wet his cheeks, and a red tongue flicked at the 
crystal trailing beside his mouth. A white T-shirt rucked up over his 
abdomen, and his thick cock, red and glistening,  pouted at Spender from a 
nest of chestnut curls.

Jeffrey moved, setting a hand on the arm that Skinner was hiding behind. 

Skinner jerked at the touch and their erections slapped at each other. 
Jeffrey arched into the touch, backing Skinner more fully against the surface 
behind him.

He pulled the arm away, staring into watery eyes swimming in an oil slick of 
emotions. Jeffrey fought Skinner's resistance to move his arm, and ended, 
fingers entwined with the older man.

Crooning, he melted into the solid length of Skinner, licking at the tears 
sheeting over tanned skin. They melded, their groins caressing each other. 

Rage of passion gave way to a sensual heat that gilded their senses. Lips 
met, brushing, creating a spun web sweetness, that melted, and liquefied, and 
pooled upon their tongues.

"No... don't," Skinner moaned, head moving from side to side as if to avoid 
Spender's touch. "Don't want me."

Jeffrey followed Skinner's movements trying to capture his eyes.

"Too late," he explained, finally trapping the other man's gaze. "Far too 
late."

Jeffrey rotated his hips and inhaled the gasp that escaped the other man. He 
grasped spasming flanks, pushing them from side to side, causing their 
erections to trip over each other. The catch and release of their cocks 
shunted consecutive hits of lust through his veins.

"I can't care, Jeff," Skinner wailed roughly, pushing at Jeffrey.

Jeff shoved him hard against the wall, and caught his chin in one long 
fingered hand, thumbing a pulsing artery. He waited, menacingly, until 
Skinner looked at him.

"You care," he rasped, sweeping fingertips over wet skin. "You." He shoved. 
"Care." And, shoved again, releasing Skinner, and kneeling before him.

He dove onto Skinner's cock, pushing leather pants further down strong legs 
dusted with dark hair. He sucked noisily, kissing and licking wantonly, 
frenzied, and finally impaling himself with Skinner's cock. The head of it 
hit the back of his throat and he swallowed and groaned in satisfaction, 
loving the fullness in his mouth. He continued moaning, terms of endearment 
humming in his throat. He straddled one of Skinner's calves and humped 
himself against the leather there. It rubbed, and he moaned louder, 
intensifying the humming vibrating over the head of Skinner's erection.

Want ballooned, and nothing was enough. He wanted to fuck Skinner all over, 
rubbing his cock over every inch of skin. He pushed away letting the 
thickness escape him mouth, strands of glycerin saliva streaming from his 
swollen lips to the tip of the thick rod he craved. Long fingers swept over 
the top of the shaft, pushing down and releasing, and Jeffrey watched the 
hardness spring back swiftly, dancing before his greedy eyes. 

He nuzzled the sac below, mouthing it, and breathing in the raw smell of 
sweat and semen and Skinner.

Long fingers grasped his own erection slapping it hard against leather. He 
groaned, running two fingers under his balls pressing them too, to the 
leather encasing Skinner's leg.

Hands delved into his hair pulling it harshly. They guided his mouth back 
down over Skinner's shaft, and Spender sighed, happy to be filled again.

Skinner thrust into him, and Spender crooned in appreciation. He let the 
older man set the pace of the thrusting, and took him deeply, wrapping his 
own arms around one trunk-like leg and hugging tightly, as he rubbed against 
the black clad calve.

Yes, he thought. His mouth stretched over a pistoning silken covered penis, 
that bruised the back of his throat, and he relished that bit of pain. Words 
bubbled up from his heart and exploded in the back of his throat, and his 
moaning grew in intensity and volume.

Together he and Skinner writhed madly, mating, at once beautiful and 
intriguing.

The hands in his hair pulled forward harshly and he felt curly strands give 
way. The body he humped against shot to stillness, and a shock of warmth 
gushed, hitting the back of his throat. He thrilled to the pulse of semen 
massaging his tonsils, and opened his throat wide, feeling it cascade down.

"Jeffffff... Ffffffuck." Skinner groaned loudly, the sound building to a 
rough shout of completion.

Spender exploded, his hands grabbing at his erection and trapping it against 
Skinner's leg. Lightening struck him repeatedly driving his cock between his 
palm and leather. His buttocks clenched, and clenched again, and he could 
feel individual muscles orgasm. With the first shot of thick cream, he let go 
of Skinner and sat back on his heels aiming his cock up, pulsing semen over 
the front of Skinner's leathers. One of the spasms brought him to his feet, 
and he latched onto Skinner's mouth tongue-fucking him through the residual 
shudders of release.

He felt Skinner's arms around him, pulling him close.

They panted around each others tongues, rolling wet groins together, the 
softening skin clinging and shivering and milking the last of intense 
pleasure. Their movement calmed, and their thoughts cleared of passion, 
leaving behind an echo of deep caring born of a tumultuous union.

"That was some fucking big bang," Spender whispered against Skinner's neck. 
"It's after midnight. Take me home?"

Skinner pulled back and stared at Spender for a long moment, before nodding 
shortly, and slapping the hold button.

The elevator lurched into motion, and the two fell against each other, 
gasping at the rub of abused skin. 

Blunt fingers trailed over a reddened ass.

"You're marked, Jeff. Mine," Skinner explained, fingers tracing over the belt 
holes bruising the pale skin of Spender's ass.

"For how long?" Spender inquired between broad laps of tongue over Skinner's 
jaw.

Skinner blinked.

"For three days, maybe longer," he whispered, tipping his head back and 
giving Spender access to more of his throat.

"Mmmmmm... then what?" Spender pulled at a lobe and delved into Skinner's ear 
with his tongue. Skinner shuddered against him, and he did it again.

"Then... ," Skinner breathed. "I mark you again," he declared. 

END