From: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
      
   Title:  WE MAY AS WELL DANCE   
   Author:  dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
   Fandom:  X-FILES   
   Rating:  NC-17    FRAO   
   Genre:   Slash   
   Permission to archive:  Yes   
   Pairing:  Skinner/Krycek   
   Warnings:  Explicit M/M sex scenes   
   Disclaimer:  These characters belong to Chris Carter.  They'd have a   
   lot more fun if they belonged to me.   
   Summary:  Walter's caught with his pants down in a whorehouse.   
      
      
   WE MAY AS WELL DANCE   
      
      
   Walter stared down at the naked young man smiling up at him from the   
   bed.  "Turn over," he said, pulling his Henley off and sliding his   
   jeans and shorts down.  He climbed onto the bed and spooned up behind   
   the warm body.  His hands slid over the smooth skin, nose and lips   
   nuzzling the back of the neck and across the shoulders.     
      
   Sex was a full-bodied experience for Walter and on those few times   
   when he did indulge, he made the most of it. He loved the feel of the   
   warm skin beneath his fingertips, the taste of an earlobe, the tremors   
   from his partner as he trailed kisses down the spine.  He loved the   
   moan as he rolled over on top and pressed his full weight down on the   
   body beneath him; the little gasps as his stiffened cock probed the   
   crack searching for entrance.  He pressed his cheek against the wide   
   shoulder blades as hands slid underneath squeezing balls and caressing   
   the leaking cock.   
      
   He was so aroused he barely heard the pounding on the door or the key   
   turning in the lock.  The young man beneath him struggled to get up.   
      
   "Hurry, you've got to get out of here.  There's going to be a raid!"    
   Someone was pulling him, shoving his clothes at him.  The young man   
   was out the door and gone and Alex Krycek was standing there beside   
   him in the small room at the back of the whorewhoue.   
      
   "What the Hell are you doing here, Krycek?"  Walter demanded as he   
   struggled into his jeans.  Then he heard the sirens and people running   
   and yelling.   
      
   "Quick, grab your stuff, follow me."  Krycek turned the lights off and   
   grabbed Walter's arm as he struggled into his jeans and carried his   
   shoes and shirt.     
      
   "Where we going?  Back door's that way."   
      
   "Too late for that."  Alex pulled him into a room about half way down   
   the hall.  "In here."  He went into the small closet and slid a panel   
   sideways.  "Get in," he ordered.   
      
   Walter stepped into the dark space and Alex stepped in; pulling the   
   panel closed behind them.  The space was tiny, cramped they were   
   scrunched up tight against one another.  That fact did not go   
   un-noticed by Walter's traitorous cock.  It swelled back up, begging   
   for attention.  Walter's head thudded back against the wall, willing   
   it to go down but they were too close, the space too small to move and   
   Alex's body was pressed tightly up against his.     
      
   He could feel Alex hardening up against his thigh and held his breath.   
      
   "Sorry," Alex whispered.  "I didn't get through either."   
      
   Then there were loud voices in the room, "I know I saw two of them   
   coming in here, they gotta be here somewhere."   
   "Probably went out the window," another voice added.  "Look, there's a   
   couple of them running.  Let's go!"   
   They heard the window slide open and the voices left the room.  There   
   was still a lot of yelling and running feet going on so they stayed   
   put in their cramped little space.   
      
   "Did you follow me here?"  Walter asked in an angry whisper.   
      
   "NO.  I was going to ask you the same thing until I saw you go into a   
   room with Charlie."   
      
   "So you're a regular here?"   
      
   "On and off."   
      
   "That your answer or your description?"   
      
   "You picked a fine time to be charming, Walter," Alex chuckled.   
      
   "Can't see a thing in here," Walter groused and then cursed, "Damn!  I   
   left my glasses on the nightstand."   
      
   "Here."  Alex fished in the pocket of his jacket and handed Walter his   
   glasses.  "Not that you can see anything in here anyway."  Alex   
   struggled to move back a little bit but it was no use; there wasn't   
   enough room.   
      
   "You'd better be still or you'll get more than you bargained for when   
   you shoved me into this wall," Walter warned.   
      
   Alex laughed.  "What, you gonna do me right here?  I'd like to see you   
   try!"   
      
   Under ordinary circumstances, Walter would never have done it, but   
   these were not ordinary circumstances.  She shoved his hips forward,   
   pressing against Alex's.   
      
   "Don't start something you aren't going to finish," Alex warned.   
      
   "I always finish what I start."  Walter's hands groped in the dark and   
   pulled the zipper down on Alex's jeans.   
      
   "We make a sound and they'll hear."   
      
   "They you'd better damn well be quiet."  Walter slid one hand down the   
   front of Alex's jeans, the other went up around the back of Alex's   
   head and pulled him into a kiss.   
      
   Alex gasped as the warm hand caressed his balls and squeezed his cock.   
    He pushed his hips closer.     
      
   Walter's hands slid Alex's jeans down and caressed his round; firm   
   butt.  "Nice" he murmured and nibbled on an ear lobe.   
      
   "Walter we can't….not in here…" he gasped as his mouth was taken in   
   another long tongue probing kiss.  Alex's hand slid between them and   
   worked Walter's zipper down.    Walter pulled back enough for Alex to   
   work his hand inside and free his swollen cock; working it gently.   
      
   "Why not; it's what we both came here for, isn't it?"  Walter had one   
   hand on Alex's cock, the other was caressing his bare bottom; stroking   
   up and down his crack, fingering his opening.   
      
   Alex was aroused beyond control and pushed both forward and backward   
   into Walter's hands.  "This is crazy," he gasped, "You hate me."   
      
   "It's just sex, Alex; hot, hot sex!"  Walter rammed his hips into   
   Alex's hand again and again, pinning both their cocks between their   
   bodies and all conversation between them stopped.  There was nothing   
   left but the grunting and gasping.  Alex came first with his face   
   against Walter's chest; then Walter came with a groan muffled by a   
   leather clad shoulder.     
      
   They stood there for several minutes then began to squirm.     
      
   "It's quiet out there.  I think they left."  Alex whispered.   
      
   "Yeah; haven't heard anything in a while."  Walter said as he   
   struggled to pull his jeans up.   
      
   Alex slid the panel back and slipped out.  "I'll check and make sure   
   it's safe.  Stay here."   
   He pulled his pants up as he exited their small hiding place.  A few   
   minutes later he called, "They're gone.  You can come out."   
      
   When Walter stepped out, the place was empty.  He came out slowly,   
   looking around.  Alex was gone; everyone was gone.  He slipped out the   
   side door, across the parking lot, across the street and walked the   
   few blocks to the shopping center where he had parked his car.   
      
   It was after 3AM when he made it home.  He took a shower and got into   
   bed and thought about the night's events.  It didn't' go exactly as he   
   had planned but he remembered something his Grandmother once told him.   
    "Life may not always be the party we thought it would be but as long   
   as we're here, we may as well dance."   
      
   He grinned to himself and thought, "Maybe I should find a new place to   
   go….Maybe not."   
      
      
      
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