Title: Canis-Ursus AccepticusAuthor: Amazon X
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Category: Sarah-birfday, continuation of "Canis Interruptus"
Rating: Adult, by nature of Me!
Summary: So, do you think this ever happened again? Of course it did!
Archive: The Basement, Full House Slash, Gossamer, WWOMB
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, I have no money.
Notes: Happy birfday, Sarah! I assume that people like stories more than getting like gifts, so here's another. Take your heart pill. It's a continuation of "Canis Interruptus" from your last birthday (see how nicely that works?). Hope everyone likes it!
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John Doggett had just finished taking the lasagna out of the oven to cool on the counter when the phone rang. Sometimes, life's a pain in the ass.
"Doggett," he barked into the receiver.
"John, it's Monica. There's a break in the Rizzoli case. I think we should meet at the office to review the data. Dana brought about...four reams of print out to me.
"Where did she get all of that?" he asked, starting to assemble the ingredients for a salad.
"Where do you think? I'm surprised it's mostly accurate. Those three are lucky they can find their way home at night." The contempt in her voice was palpable.
"But we wouldn't have the break if they weren't working as hard as they are, would we? Monica, when are you gonna cut the guys a break? They're smart and they're loyal. Just be thankful they wouldn't turn tail at the first sign of trouble."
She was silent for a moment, then came back with, "Well, anyway, would you rather meet at the office, or should I come by your place? We'll be working all night on this."
John cleared his throat and tried to calm his racing mind. Shit shit shit. This is not what he had planned for his Saturday night. He wanted to get dinner settled, light the candles, turn on the slow jazz and slowly seduce his lover all night. It was an important night for them.
A year ago tonight, John Doggett had followed his boss, who had been acting strangely, to a gay restaurant and night club. He proceeded to get smashed and then be tucked into his boss' bed for safe keeping. That next morning, they made love for the first time. And they'd been doing it ever since.
Walter Skinner was a tender and ardent lover, and never demanding, He didn't push your head down, or order you about, "higher, lower, deeper". He let you play where you liked. And being the stickler for details that he was, John listened to his lover's responses and tried to remember where he had the best responses.
The only thing they had never done was John bottoming. Walter was always easy in that respect, letting John top him, in any position John wanted. This night, though, John wanted to give Walter full reign over him. He wanted Walter to take his body, enter him, use him, ride him hard and put him away wet. He'd allowed Walter to use his fingers in his ass when he would go down, and John absolutely loved the hot mouth on his cock and the thick fingers rubbing his prostate. Now, he wanted the whole enchilada.
"Monica, I don’t think I'll be able to work tonight. Can we meet...no, um...It'll have to wait for Monday. I'm sorry."
"What? John, this could solve the case and we could be back on the track to actually justifying all of Dana and Mulder's work, all of our work. We can get people to take us seriously, get a bigger budget, get a staff. Don't you want that?"
"Monica, this isn't a good time for me to talk..."
"Fine, great, I'll talk to you Monday." She hung up quickly, before John could say anything. Sighing, John replaced the handset and went back to his dinner. Walter would be arriving soon and he wanted to have everything ready. The lasagna was on the hot stovetop, so that would stay warm, so John decided to get into the shower and clean up before he served dinner to his lover.
Right on time, Walter arrived wine in hand. A beautiful merlot and it complimented the dinner perfectly. They sat and ate, and talked and laughed. John always enjoyed a night of sharing stories with Walter, even if they'd told them all to each other already. Usually, the talking and laughing, while finishing the wine, would lead to touching and kissing, until they would go upstairs to John's bedroom. Or Walter's bedroom, wherever they happened to be.
With the music playing, the candles wafting the sexy scent of patchouli and musk about, John couldn't help reaching for Walter to kiss him. Of course the big man allowed John to roll over on top of him and start controlling the kiss. John pulled away. "No, Walter, not tonight. I want you in control tonight."
"What?" Walter asked, snatching another kiss from John's mouth.
"Tonight is a year that we went to the club together. You took me home and then...we..."
"Well, we didn't make love until the next morning," Walter corrected, trailing a fingertip around one of John's satellite dish ears.
"That's true. But we did go out one year ago tonight. And I wouldn't give up this year for anything. I love making love to you, Walter." Another kiss between the men.
"I would give up my whole world to stay with you," Walter said.
John engaged his eyes and stared hard. "Be careful, Walter. You never know if that may just happen."
"I'm willing to take the risk. I have 25 years in, Agent Doggett. I can retire tomorrow. Don't forget, my career is stalled as is. I'll never make Deputy Director, and the Directors are appointed. Maybe I'll start a security company, or something. So long as I can be with you, John."
"Would you..." John started, then turned away.
Walter reached out and turned John's face back. "Would I what? Tell me, John."
"Would you make love to me tonight? You're so good, so...passive, though. You let me make love to you, all the time, any way I want. Tonight, I want you on top. I want to feel you inside me." John took a deep breath after saying what had been on his mind for weeks.
Walter looked at him for a long time before taking his own breath and saying, "I would love to."
Sealing their evening, they shared a last kiss before deciding to put out the candles and lock up the downstairs. As John went to the door to put the chain on it, he turned to see someone standing outside. He opened his door and there stood Monica Reyes, his partner, and the woman he thought he once could love. "Monica, what are you doing here?"
She looked at him, then here eyes went wide. John knew what he must look like, kiss-swollen lips, probably a mark on his neck, where his unbuttoned shirt lay open, the flushed cheeks. "Am I interrupting something?"
Just as John was about to lie, Walter walked over and said, "I grabbed another bottle of merlot from the rack and..." He stopped short at seeing the horrified look on Monica's face.
"This is where you've been all the time. Every time I've tried to get a hold of you, every time I've tried to find out..." Walter had retreated and made his way up the stairs.
"Look, Monica...I...you can't..."
Monica quickly composed herself and said, "John, you're my friend, and far be it from me to deny you your pleasure..."
"He's a superior officer, Monica. I know I'm taking a risk here..." John dropped his face.
A hand came up and covered his cheek. "John, he's not our direct boss anymore. And if you both can find solace in this world of insanity, I don't see anything wrong with that. Tell Walter I said goodnight, and I'll see you Monday."
John pulled her into a warm embrace, dropped a gently kiss on her cheek and walked her to the car. He waited at the end of the drive to make sure she was safely down the block before coming back into the house. Walter had situated himself on the wingback chair in the bedroom and had poured the wine.
"John, I've had too much wine to drive home, but I'll sleep in the spare room, or on the couch, if you want..."
"What? Wait, Walter, what are you talking about? Nothing is wrong." John reached up and took the glass of wine from atop his bureau and took a sip. "She just wished us well. Said we should be happy."
"John, she knows and...she what?" Walter looked up in surprise.
John smiled. "She said that we need solace in this world of insanity."
"She said that?"
"You know how whacky she is. Anyway, are you fucking me tonight, or am I getting a dildo out?"
Walter laughed and the men met again in the middle of the floor to kiss. John took Walter's glass and set them back on the bureau. John fell back on the bed, pulling Walter on top of him. Frantically, both men fought to get the other's clothes off, Walter pouting when he had to pull away to get his sweater over his head. But the men's mouths met again, tongues fought for dominance and hands sought places they knew well.
Walter's mouth began traveling, down John's strong neck, across his collar bones, to tease his pert nipples. He nibbled them erect and blew air across, causing John to shiver. He went on to kiss and lick each rib down John chest to nuzzle the man's navel. John giggled. "Walter, you are an amazing lover, you know that?"
Walter looked up his body and said, "Hush, I'm not done yet."
He continued down, unbuttoning John's black trousers, sliding them and his silk boxers down his legs. He was pleased when John's thick cock popped up and waved at them. Walter made no pretense at seduction, he quickly engulfed John's cock to the root, massaging the head with his throat. John almost came off the bed in ecstasy when two wet fingers teased his hole, slipping in one at a time to relax him.
"God, Walter, hurry, I want you inside me," he moaned.
Walter pulled off of John long enough to give the head a last kiss and lick before crawling back up the smaller man's body. He reached into the beside drawer and pulled out a condom and the bottle of Silk they treasured. It was the slipperiest lube they'd found, making it easy for two "old men" to fuck for hours.
Rolling the condom on, Walter let the lube drizzle over his huge member. "Don't hurt me, Walt, OK?"
"I'd never hurt you, John," he assured. He coated his fingers with the stuff and began playing in John's ass again, while kissing the man deeply. John took the opportunity to grab at Walter's shoulders, reveling in the feeling of the strong muscles and soft skin. He always marveled how the man could have such thick sinew, and well-tanned skin, yet it was as soft as a baby's. The mouth that played upon his was so engrossing, so totally involving him, that he was unaware when Walter replaced his fingers with his cock, just entering a little at first.
He stopped and looked down at John. "Yes, that's what I wanted," John moaned. Walter smiled and continued to rock himself inside, until he was fully sheathed inside John's ass.
"God, this is tight. I may not last long," Walter groaned.
"Do your best, big guy," John answered.
Walter began moving, slowly relaxing the passage and remembering the way. It had been awhile since he'd topped and it was all coming back to him, a little at a time. Within moments, he found John's prostate and began the rhythmic battering of the gland, something he knew would bring John off. He reached out and took the hard member rubbing his stomach into his hand and fisted John in time to his strokes inside.
John lay there, letting the intense feelings swirl over him, letting his lover have free reign over his body, knowing he may be sore at the end, but he certainly wouldn't be hurt. He allowed the man to bend his legs back a bit until he was sure he looked like a woman, and didn't care. Then again, He'd had Walter's legs in the air plenty of times, over his shoulders, knees pressed against his nipples.
Walter started thrusting harder and faster, driving John higher and higher into the clouds until he felt one last poke to his prostate and John began jerking and flailing, coming all over Walter's hand and his belly. Walter followed him into orgasm, pumping into John's ass. He collapsed on the man catching his breath.
John slid his hands over Walter's back, through the cooling sweat and squeezed the big man. "Thank you, Walter. That was fucking amazing."
Walter giggled as he removed the condom and wiped himself with tissues. He settled back and let John lay across his chest, a position they usually were in the opposite position. John kissed Walter's chest and said, "Can you do that again?"
Walter chuckled. "Maybe later. I only have one at bat at a time."
They settled for a few moments and John moved beside Walter on the pillow. They shared one last kiss before dropping off to sleep.
The End
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