Chasing Shadows, Part 3
By Cathy & Melissa
Mulder leaned down to plant a kiss between John's shoulder blades, half expecting him to tense up again. He was pleased when that didn't happen. He tentatively ran his tongue from that spot to the tip of the right shoulder blade and then across John's back to the tip of the other one. The only reaction he got was a shiver beneath him. Feeling bold, Mulder then continued to run his tongue down John's spine, scooting further down on the bed as his mouth went lower and lower on that long body until he had reached the firm mounding of his buttocks. That was when John became tense once more, and Mulder removed his hands, thinking that he might be proceeding a bit too quickly. He wasn't used to the necessity of stretching out an encounter, but thought it might be nice for a change.
Noting that John seemed a little more relaxed now, Mulder got up from the bed and handed him one of the terry bathrobes. "Let's slow things down a little. Tell you what. How about you go get us some ice, and I'll pick out a movie and order us some room service?"
"Room service. Movie."
"Yeah." Mulder said, nodding as he began to look for the booklet that listed the movie offerings.
"How should I put this? I didn't think we were exactly...well...going to eat sandwiches and watch the latest chick flick." John couldn't help but sound disappointed.
"That wasn't what I was planning on." Mulder felt slightly defensive at John's skeptical look. He felt, for some reason, like he was the inexperienced one, and it annoyed him. "Go on, and I'll figure out the pay-per-view and the mini-bar."
"Now it's the mini-bar? You're only going to spring for a jar of macadamia nuts and a can of beer? Cheap bastard." John laughed, and dodged the ice bucket as it was tossed at him.
"Fuck you, John. Ice. Go!" As John left, finally, Mulder picked up the phone and looked at the menu. He wanted to order champagne, even oysters maybe, but was sure he'd have been teased if John were in the room. Besides, he really did want to check out the pay-per-view. Porn, good porn, might set the mood he wanted. "Men in the Sand"? That could work.
Carter returned some minutes later, filled ice bucket in hand. He hadn't counted on having to explore the hotel corridors, smelling of massage oil, and wearing only a glorified towel. He hadn't run into anyone, but was met at the door by a room service worker, bearing a tray and a couple of bottles of champagne. Carter signed for the bill, and, remembering the mistake he made in the abbreviated stay with Harper, added on a generous tip.
Once inside the room, John sat the tray on the table, then uncovered the dishes, wondering what he'd find. "Oysters, Mulder? You shouldn't have. Strawberries...green M&Ms." John laughed as he continued exploring the tray. "Bananas? Now that's subtle." He uncorked one of the bottles of champagne, and poured two glasses. "Mulder?" John asked, scooping up a handful of M&M's and popping them into his mouth.
He received no reply. Mulder was lying on the bed, completely absorbed in the movie he was watching. John took a look, expecting to see a group of naked or near-naked men contorted into impossible, but pleasurable positions. What he saw instead were...aliens. It wasn't an alien autopsy documentary, but an honest-to-goodness horror flick, with fifties-style Martian aliens, and screaming teenagers.
He flopped on the bed, and watched for a moment. His college roommate had been a sci-fi freak, and John knew this movie inside out. It was called "Invasion of the Saucer Men", and it was most definitely not porn. Not that he particularly wanted to watch a movie, or eat, or even drink. "Hey." Still no response from Mulder. "Hey, Romeo...I thought you were supposed to be seducing me."
Mulder turned lazily towards him, grinning. "You said seduction wasn't necessary."
"Maybe I should have said *convincing* me isn't necessary. But I'd like to be seduced."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. So turn off that damned movie and get your ass up here."
"Or?"
"Or I've got a lot of ice here, and a lot of places I could put it."
Mulder switched off the movie. A lap full of ice would definitely put him out of commission for awhile. "So you want just my ass?"
"I want everything. Take your robe off."
Chapter Four