:: Working through the Night ::Part 2
"Damn it, Mulder. Stop it. I’m never going to get this done if you keep doing that." Harmon Rabb tried to push the FBI Agent away from him, but damn it what he was doing felt good. Fox Mulder trailed his tongue down the lawyer’s neck. He had talked Rabb into sitting at the computer to finish up the report that was due on Skinner’s desk in a little under a half-hour. "Come on, I thought you could multi-task." He nipped the ear lobe of his lover and tried to fathom just how lucky he was. He had been pretty damn lonely since Krycek disappeared again. Few men and fewer women interested the profiler much. He was bored with pretty boys, though he realized that many would consider him one. Harmon Rabb, Jr. definitely fell into the pretty boy with an attitude category. He had been surprised that the JAG officer had even taken the chance to be with him. Figuring him to be so deeply closeted that he didn’t know or could ever admit he was gay. Mulder had been surprised that Rabb had made the first move. They had eyed each other carefully; both perhaps thinking they were just checking out the other’s territory but Mulder had felt the stirrings early and hard. But then he had lusted after his boss for nearly six years and had successfully ignored those feelings or buried them, mostly. Usually. Regardless, Skinner was having none of it for whatever reason. The AD was completely straight, totally concerned with the impact an affair with another man would have on his career or, Mulder suspected, just concerned about what such an affair would have on the dynamics of the strange troika that was Skinner/Mulder/ Scully. Mulder had dealt with it and even he could see the reasons to keep hands off. Rabb was another matter. Mulder knew there was real need for circumspection. The FBI might frown on homosexuals in its ranks but legally they would do nothing. Don’t ask/don’t tell was a Clintonism that Mulder wasn’t really sure still existed in the Navy. So he had been wary of making a move on the handsome ex-flier. That night before the raid when he had opened his hotel door and found Rabb standing there, he had been surprised, a little scared and very aroused. Rabb had quickly taken control of the situation, roughly pushing him into the room, slamming the door behind him and taking him in a rough embrace that had caught Mulder completely off guard. Hazel eyes stared at his, lips so soft against his day-old stubble. "Mulder? You do want this don’t you? You do want me?" God how he had wanted him. He was prepared to do anything that Rabb wanted that night, slow and easy or hard and fast. Top or bottom. It hadn’t mattered then and it didn’t matter now. It had been so long since Alex had left. He just hadn’t been prepared for what Rabb did next. Pushing him over to the bed, the lawyer had kissed his lips before trailing his tongue down his neck. Firm hands, only slightly unsteady, gently rucked the tee shirt over Mulder’s head. Rabb bit his collarbone, sucking on his skin, leaving small purple bruises to mark his passage. First rubbing his nipples between his fingers, then replacing them with his tongue and teeth he worked Mulder into a state of rapture. "God it feels so good, Rabb." He had tried to reciprocate but Rabb had gently maintained his dominance, caressing Mulder’s erection, first through his boxers, and then dipping his hand beneath his waistband to fondle and stroke him to near completion right there. But when Rabb had sank to his knees and taken Mulder’s rock hard cock into his mouth Mulder was lost. Lost in the feeling of the aviator’s tongue working his length, his mouth sucking, his teeth scraping as he pulled back before plunging down on him. Oh Rabb was very good that night. Mulder came so hard that if Rabb hadn’t been holding firm to his ass he would have fallen. He did fall after Rabb released him. It had taken him a moment to get his wind back but then he had scooted back on the bed and waited for Rabb to join him. Rabb just stood by the edge of the bed. Staring down at the FBI profiler trying to figure out how he had gotten to this point. Mulder looked nothing like Clayton Webb. Certainly didn’t act like the spy. Of course the CIA agent would never have anything to do with him like this. He had made that perfectly clear the one night he had saved Rabb’s neck at that gay bar in Annapolis. The bar he had gone to looking for safe substitutes for his obsession. "Damn it, Rabb. No. I’m sorry. But no." Webb didn’t explain that night; didn’t say whether or not it was Rabb himself, or just that Webb didn’t do guys. But it was clear that Webb wasn’t doing him, then, now or ever. Fox Mulder was the first man in a long time for whom Rabb had felt a mutual attraction. Lord knows Rabb had tried to convince himself that he was bisexual and could date the pretty women that fawned over him, but for now he could almost deal with the truth. He saw the naked desire in Mulder’s eyes. "Take off your clothes and lie down, Rabb." Sighing, he joined Mulder on the bed. It felt good to lie with someone who knew what he wanted and needed. It felt doubly good when Mulder began to stroke and caress his painfully hard erection. Kissing him gently, Mulder pointed to the drawer next to the bed. "Open that?" Rabb found the lube and the condoms and handed them to Mulder, who looked at him with wry amusement before opening the condom package and gently rolled it down Rabb’s shaft. Rabb looked at his new partner in surprise and wonder. "Oh." Mulder snorted and shook his head. "Well, you’re the one with the uhm…problem?" Suddenly embarrassed he asked, "You have done this before?" Rabb wasn’t really angry but he pushed Mulder onto his stomach. "Yeah, once or twice. Not for a while, but I’ll see if I can remember how." He rubbed the lube over the agent’s anus, gently probing the tight opening. The muscle fought him and he leaned forward and nipped and licked the salty shoulder below him. "Relax, Fox, I won’t hurt you to do this." Mulder didn’t even realize he was tense. He tried to analyze why as he took a deep breath and forced himself to loosen up. "Oh yeah." He groaned as Rabb’s finger spiraled into him, caressing, probing, searching for that one spot that…"Yessssss. Right there, oh Jesus H. Christ, Rabb! He cried as a second finger joined the first. Finally Rabb stretched him with three fingers, moving in and out managing to stroke Mulder’s prostrate with each thrust. Mulder relaxed completely, enjoying the twin sensations, the burn and the pleasure. Rabb knew he had done this before too. Positioning himself behind the agent, he removed his hand, smiling at the whimper that act elicited. He placed the head of his cock at the opening, grabbed both hips and pushed so very slowly just past the muscle, then stilling, waiting. Hearing the groan of approval he slowly thrust and then pulled out, thrust a little further and then backed off. "Damn you, Rabb. Do it! Do it now." Harm soothed his partner, caressing his hands over the other man’s back, rubbing his shoulders, finally reaching around to embrace him tight against him. "Ssh. I want to enjoy this. Damn, you feel good." Bending forward with the next thrust he began to bite and nip again at Mulder’s soft skin. "So nice, Fox." "Don’t." "Don’t what? Call you Fox? I like Fox." He rammed home. "Please can I call you Fox?" "Jesus! God! Okay. Here, in this room, you can call me anything you want. So good! Damn, you feel good inside me." Rabb rocked back, trailing one hand down he found Fox was erect again. Grasping the velvet hardness tightly in his fist he began to move in earnest. "Harder! Faster! Yes. Just like that. Fuck me hard, Rabb." Mulder almost whimpered in his need. He couldn’t remember the last time when coming had felt so good. Rabb fell forward trying to catch his breath, still imbedded deep in Mulder who had quickly shot his seed all over the bed. "Dear lord, that was good." They slept entwined together and it pained him when he had to get up at 0300 hours to return to his own room. He took care to dress, even though he knew no one was likely to see him. He was glad that he did because just as he reached his door the elevator dinged and Chegwidden and Skinner had walked off together, still discussing a fine point of a report Skinner held in his hand. Chegwidden had looked at him oddly he thought, and Rabb would have sworn that his CO had quickly looked down at Mulder’s room before nodding and gruffly bidding him good night. Damn that had been close. They worked together well, neither letting their attraction interfere with their work. Well not really interfere, though they had found private moments to kiss and caress like teenagers in first thrall of each other. The night after Chegwidden had been rushed to the hospital; Scully ordering the EMS around like they were raw recruits Rabb had sought comfort in Mulder’s arms. The sex that night had been sweet and tender. They had actually talked and had discovered very similar losses had shaped their lives. Mulder marveled at the lawyer’s resiliency and resourcefulness. He knew that Rabb would take major heat if Chegwidden ever suspected. He was certain that the hard-ass admiral would brook no open or even covert relationship if he learned of it. But that was okay, too. Mulder was used to working in the shadows and darkness. Now he resumed his teasing of Harm, as the lawyer valiantly tried to finish the last of the report before them. "Damn it, Fox." Rabb jerked around and grabbed the agent by the back of the neck and pulled him to his lips, kissing him brutally, plunging his tongue deep into his lover’s mouth. Mulder froze and let him plunder and caress. Pulling back, Rabb who looked like he was having trouble focusing gasped out. "Now go sit over there." He pointed to Scully’s chair. "Don’t move for five damn minutes and I can finish this. We can get it up to Skinner and then go to my place and fuck our brains out for the next 48 hours." Mulder pouted but did as he was told. He watched as Rabb concentrated on the report, taking in little details that in his desire and lust he had missed before. So much to explore. God, I hope he stays around for awhile. Rabb clicked print and sat back in the rickety chair. Looking around at the clutter he shook his head. "How do you stand being down here?" A small shrug. "It suits me. I’m hardly here anyway." Rabb knew it was a lie and wondered how much it hurt to be the source of amusement to so many people. He knew Mulder was smart, probably a whole hell of a lot smarter than he was, but the man just didn’t know how to get along. Rabb sighed, maybe he could learn something from Mulder. He doubted if any of his personal reticence would rub off on the smart-ass agent and that was just fine with Harmon Rabb. Home :: crossovers Index :: e-mail |