Say What?
by Drovar

Skinner/Spender

"You wanted me to what?" Jeffrey Spender paced nervously in front 
of AD Skinner's desk. His right hand was on the back of his 
neck, his left patted across his chest, as if looking for a 
cigarette. 

"You've been assigned to go under cover."

Spender paused, wheeled on his heel, and glared at Skinner. He 
hated this, boy did he ever hate this. The case wasn't even a 
stupid X-File. He'd been charged up, excited, when the AD 
summoned him for a non-freak case. No giant badger-bugs, no 
aliens trying to shove a probe up your ass, a real case, and he 
didn't even have to take Fowley . . . then he found out why.

"But Sir," Spender stammered feeling a flush rise in his face. 
"I'm not gay, I *like* girls, why don't you send Mulder? He can 
even take that Krycek guy." Spender collapsed into his chair in 
misery, failing to see Skinner flinch and dart a nervous look 
at the bathroom door.

"Now, now son," Skinner said as he stood and walked around 
behind Spender's chair. "It isn't all that bad." His voice took 
on that forced cheerful tone that people use when they're just 
trying to keep you from flipping out. Spender was hearing that 
tone a lot lately. It's not like you have to actually *do* 
anything. You just need to spend some time in a few particular 
establishments, appear interested and nab the bad guys."

Spender groaned into his hands, boy did he ever hate this. "And 
suppose some guy tries to *nab* me? Someone has to catch the 
guys killing foreign dignitaries, but why me?"

Walter Skinner placed his large hands on the young agent's 
shoulders massaging the tightly bunched muscles.

"Relax son," he said as he squeezed. "You're young, not 
unattractive, you're perfect for the part. Besides there's 
nothing to it; just do what comes natural."

"But sir, it isn't natural. And besides how would you know 
anything about stuff like that.  I mean it isn't like you . . . 
" Skinner's hands froze in motion. Spender froze too, 
incredulity and amazement dawning in his eyes. "Sir, you? 
You're . . ."

"Oh, dear," Spender said, as he felt the AD's hand slide down 
his chest.

"Oh . . . ," he said, as Skinner pinched one nipple, then the 
other.

He remained stunned in silence as Skinner's hands trailed back 
up his chest and tilted his head gently, but firmly, back. He 
found himself looking up into Skinner's wide, lusty eyes. There 
was a brief moment of hesitation from the big man, and then he 
was bending down. His lips gracing Spender's, flitting around 
the corners of his mouth and then fully enveloping it. He could 
feel the AD's stubbled chin brushing against his nose as the 
kiss took him under. 

It was oddly funny and erotic to feel another man's face 
against his own. All hard and angled, it kept reminding him of 
himself, it was a weird form of masturbation really. Again 
Skinner's hands were crawling over his body, pulling off his 
tie, opening his shirt, even as the AD forced his tongue into 
Spender's mouth. The young agent shifted in his chair, suddenly 
aware of the tightness of his pants. He groaned and bucked 
solidly when the AD's hand brushed against his crotch.

He finally moaned out loud when Skinner broke the kiss and 
stood back. Spender looked up at the AD and then down at 
himself. He was mostly naked now, his shirt open, and his tie 
askew. A damp stain blossomed across the front of his FBI 
standard-black suit pants. Oh well in for a penny . . .

Spender slid out of the chair, leaned against the AD's desk and 
proceeded to drop his clothes into an untidy pile on the floor. 

"Well?" he said. Aren't you going to make sure I'm properly 
briefed for this mission?

Skinner stood for a moment, behind the low chair that failed to 
hide his considerable excitement. 

"Oh, hell yes."

The big AD was on him in a blink, trailing large hands and hot 
lips over his skin. Spender jumped a little and laughed 
silently as Skinner took a nipple between his teeth and bit a 
little more sharply than gentle.

"Nipple play, very important . . . remember your training." 
Skinner nipped and licked, bring both Spender's nipples to 
rough, red, attention.

"Yes Sir," Spender said, after considerable moaning, "I'll make 
a note of it."

Skinner slid down the young man's body, letting the hard cock 
bump and slide against his abdomen as he moved. He stopped at 
the desk edge and slid his hand down the large cock, feeling 
its appealing heft and weight as it swayed in his grasp.

"Cock rings and harnesses can be very important social 
accessories," Skinner said.

"I see," Spender said. He spread his legs and clasped his hands 
onto the desk to keep the room from spinning when Skinner 
licked and mouthed his balls, first one then the other, then 
both.

"Standard stock requisition?" Spender asked, and then was sorry 
he did when the AD released him to answer.

"Yes, you'll need B-12, the special supplies form. Mulder can 
give you the part numbers." 

"Oh God, yes sir, I'll contact Agent Mulder first thing in the 
morning." Spender moaned deeply and bit his lip to keep from 
shouting as Skinner licked his hard shaft from base to tip, 
pausing to swirl his tongue around the large head. Skinner's 
tongue was as oversized as the rest of him, long, wide and 
pink, muscular.

"Sir, I think it would benefit my training if you were, well. 
less encumbered by clothing."

Skinner grinned and in moments was impressively naked as well. 
His cock was nearly a large as Spender's. Held taught and 
upright, close to his belly, by strong abdominal muscles. 
Spender figured the damn thing had to be defying gravity. 
Skinner, bent down, forced another deep kiss and slid a thickly 
muscled arm beneath Spender's leg. He quickly foisted the young 
FBI man up onto the desk, scattering paper and office supplies 
across the floor.

 "Oh Jesus, Sir." Spender moaned as the AD's hand slipped 
beneath his balls and back into that dark warm place.

"Is this what you want son?'" Skinner asked. He slid another 
hand beneath Spender's legs and forced them back, not waiting 
for an answer. 

Spender threw his head back and gasped opened mouthed, as the 
AD forced a thick heavy finger into him and throated his cock 
in one smooth easy move. He writhed wordlessly as Skinner's 
talented hands and mouth led him to the brink and back down.

"I don't think . . . I don't think . . . my training would be 
complete without it Sir."

He so deep into pleasure he didn't hear the AD's instructions 
at first. He knew only that the mouth was gone but the fingers, 
two now, continued plunging into him.

"Left drawer . . . grab . . . leather case in the back."

Spender concentrated, trying to remember as Skinner's mouth 
return to his cock. The man had enormous hidden talents. 
Locating the case by feel, Spender pulled it out awkwardly and 
sat it on the desk next to the AD's bobbing head.

Without breaking his rhythm Skinner fumbled the case open and 
pulled out a string of fan-folded condoms and a small squirt 
bottle of lube. Spender grimaced, he wasn't sure he was ready 
for this, but protocol was protocol. He did wonder how he'd 
indicate this training on his resume though.

Spender adjusted himself, trying to get comfortable as Skinner 
rolled a condom on and applied the lube. They made eye contact 
as Skinner moved in close. The AD winked and leered. Spender 
felt a rush of affection, he'd always heard that men reached 
intimacy through sex, he supposed that was probably right. It 
certainly put a new spin on inter-office politics.

"Ready son?" Skinner said as placed the tip of his large cock 
on Spender's tight opening.

"Yes sir," Spender replied. "It's now or never. 

Skinner grinned, leaned down, kissing Spender again before 
grabbing his hips and pushing.

Spender's startled shout of pleasure filled the large office, 
he was glad Skinner has scheduled this particular debriefing 
for after hours.

"Practicing for your role is crucial," Skinner said. He pulled 
Spender's hips to the edge of the desk, leaned over him and 
pushed again. "Make sure Kim sets you up for training sessions 
at least twice a week."

"Yes, sir," Spender replied once he could draw breath again. 
"Practice makes perfect."

Skinner settled in and began to slowly stroke his cock into the 
young agent. Spender was amazed. He'd never considered . . .  
never understood . . . hell, never even imagined that getting 
fucked like this could actually feel good. He was a quick 
study, he'd have this down cold, in say three or four months.

AD Skinner stroked in again, arching his back and moving almost 
like he was trying to hit a certain spot of Spender's insides 
with his cock. Then he did. Spender curled upward, latching his 
hand's around the AD's neck, howling out loud.

"That . . . " Skinner said, thrusting again. "Is the prostate, 
very important, think you can remember that?"

Spender nodded in slack jawed confirmation and floppy 
bonelessly back onto the desk. Skinner moved quicker feeling 
his onrushing orgasm being answered by Spender's body. Two, 
three, four more strokes and he collapsed on top of the younger 
man, the orgasm rush through his body. Then came the wonderful 
answering contractions, Spender's body grabbed Skinner's cock 
hard, as he rolled through his own orgasm.

*	*	*

Spender straightened his tie and dusted off his jacket before 
putting it on.

"I think you're training is going to go just fine agent 
Spender. I imagine you'll have no trouble with this 
assignment," Skinner said from behind his desk. The man was 
immaculate, how the hell he managed to stay crisp, even after 
rutting like a wild boar, Spender would never know.

"Yes, Sir," Spender said as he gathered up his paperwork from 
Skinner's newly restored desktop. "I'd say it's going 
exceedingly well, if I do say so myself."

Skinner reached up and grabbed the young man's tie, pulling his 
face down close to his own.

"So tell me Agent Spender. What do you think of having an 
outside consultant take a hand in your training."

Spender considered the idea for a moment and slowly pulled his 
tie from the AD's grasp. "What ever you think is appropriate 
Sir," Spender said as he walked to the door. "You know best."

Skinner watched the young man close the door behind him and 
waited. He stood and glanced toward the bathroom door. He knew, 
oh yes, he knew very well. Skinner sighed and walked over to 
the door, he hoped an hour in the bathroom, hadn't left the 
'consultant' too peeved.

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