7/21/99 The Popsicle Story by Araxdelan (krycekluvsmulder@hotmail.com) Disclaimer- I'm too darn hot and tired to write a disclaimer. Rated- R Summary- That would spoil all the wonderful "plot" in this story. Notes- It's eight thirty in the morning, and I haven't slept yet. Be forewarned; Mulder and Krycek do odd things when I get insomnia. The Popsicle Story <-<-<-<-<-<-<-<-<-<-<-< I'm gonna die. Not in a spectacular way. No bombs, no bullets, not even a good monster. I'm going to be cooked alive in the basement of some fucking suburban home. And I'll give you one guess as to who's fault it is.... Krycek. Alex *fucking* Krycek, and his *fucking* tips. Oh, The Consortium was hiding something here, alright. I just don't know what it is. Before I could get a good look, a bunch of goons cornered me, Krycek barged in, and they threw us both in this hole. I loosen my tie. The suit jacket is long gone. I knew I should have come dressed in plain clothes. But that little voice in my head said, //No, Mulder. You might have to question the neighbors. You might have to call in backup. You have to be here in a professional nature.// So, I wore the suit. Sure it was hot out, but I'm used to wearing the suit in the summer. All part of the job. Getting locked in some basement is *not* part of the job though, and I wasn't quite prepared for it. Who would be? And it's not even a nice, normal basement. No, at some point during the Cold War, one of the previous fucking loony owners decided to make the basement into a bomb shelter. All the windows are completely cemented over, and the only door is made of *steel*. There's no way out. I ditch the tie. And my shoes. And my socks. And undo most of the buttons on my shirt. Twenty minutes we've been here. They threw us down here, locked the door with a heavy bolt from the other side of the door, and took off. I heard their car leaving. And now I'm going to die, with only Krycek for company in my last moments. I stare at him. Well, glare at him, really. I've refused to speak to him since we got locked down here. It's his fault. If they hadn't taken my gun, I'd shoot him. But they did, so I just give him the evil eye. He looks about as bad off as I do. Sweating, shoes and socks off, sprawled out across the floor in an attempt to diffuse his own body heat. He's better off than I am, clothing wise. T-shirt and jeans. No prosthetic today. I can only imagine how sweaty he would get with that thing on. Not that I feel guilty. No, not one bit. I glance back in his direction. He started ignoring me a few minutes back, which is only helping to piss me off more. Maybe if I yell at him he'll pay attention to me. I'm bored anyway, and I don't see anything better to do. While locked in a basement. Because of Alex Krycek. "Krycek!" I growl. Without looking over at me, he responds warily. "What Mulder?" "I was just wondering." I say, with false sweetness, "how the fuck did you get us into this mess?" He sighs. "Mulder, if it weren't so damn hot out, I'd go over there and hit you." "No you wouldn't." "Yes I wou.... shut up Mulder. Why wouldn't I?" I shrug. "You never hit me before. Except for that time in my apartment..." That time he kissed me.... He laughs a little. "Oh yeah. I thought it'd be a good idea to stun you. You're so much quieter that way." Grrrr. "I'm going to kill you." "You always say that." "Well, one of these days..." Nah. I don't even believe that one. I could never kill him. If I did, who would come around with mysterious information and get thrown into life threatening situations with me? "Why don't you just come over here and hit me for awhile? You always seem to enjoy that." Tempting.... but it's too hot to move. I shuck off my dress shirt. Now I'm wearing my undershirt, and my suitpants. I think the pants will be the next to go. They're getting all itchy. "So, Krycek, you never answered my original question." He snorts. "*I* didn't get us trapped down here. *You* did." "Me? What did I do?" "I gave you specific instructions. Told you not to go into the house, no matter what..." I interrupt him. "But there was suspicious activity! I thought they were on the move, and that I was going to lose all the evidence!" He sighs. "Mulder, you're and idiot. So what if you lost more evidence? At least now we'd both be outside, enjoying fresh air and freedom." Fresh air.... I wonder if this place is ventilated. If not, we'll probably die of suffocation before anything else. "Well, if you had *stayed* outside, then you could have waited until they left, and come down here and gotten me." He laughs. "I would have been your knight in shining armor? Please, Mulder. I didn't know what those guys were gonna do. When you ran in I ran after you to make sure they didn't shoot you." "See, you were trying to be the hero. And a lot of good it did us." "Yeah, well, that's the story of my life." He pulls himself into a sitting position, and takes his pants off. He's down to his boxer shorts and a T-shirt. I try not to dwell too long on his last statement. And I'm definitely not going to ask him what he meant by it. Losing the pants is a good idea. I take mine off. Boxers and an undershirt. Still too hot. I don't even think naked would help in this heat. Besides, I don't trust my... I don't trust *him* around me naked. Not after that kiss. Suddenly my stomach grumbles. Loudly. I stop paying attention to Krycek for long enough to notice I'm hungry. I look over at him. He's looking back at me, rolling his eyes. "Lemme guess, now you're going to start bitching about how hungry you are, right?" "Gee, when did you become a mind reader?" He sighs, and picks himself up off the floor. "Where are you going?" "There's a freezer down here." He explains. "Why would The Consortium need a freezer?" I ask, suspiciously. Are there tissue samples stored down here? He chuckles. "They wouldn't. From what I heard, the previous owners of this house left pretty quickly. All the furniture and appliances were left behind." Not going to think about that little statement, either. He walks over to a corner of the basement, and opens the door to the freezer. The freezer I hadn't even noticed, even though it's in plain site. The heat is getting to me. He moans. I bet all that cool air feels real nice. I push myself up, and stand unsteadily. I walk over to the freezer, and shove Krycek out of the way. Ooohhhhh...... the cool air flows around me, lowering my temperature. All of a sudden Krycek's back, pushing me aside to make room in the doorway for himself. His skin touches me; it feels scorching hot. I'm about to push him back out of the way when he says, "Shit, everything in here is frozen." I snort, and sarcastically reply, "No, really?" He gives me a suffering look, and says, "That's not what I mean. All the food in here is *frozen* food. The kind you have to cook. And meat. Lots of uncooked meat." For the first time, I actually examine the contents of the freezer. He's right. Nothing edible. "Shit." I say. I guess I'm gonna stay hungry. At least I'm cooler now. "Mulder..." Krycek puts a warm hand on my cool arm. "What?" I say, concentrating on the coolness rather than on him. "*Mulder!* You can't just stand in front of here. You'll blow the motor." "So?" "Do you know what all this meat will smell like once it starts decomposing?" "I can imagine. But do you really plan on being here that long?" "I don't know. Have you thought up any brilliant escape plans while standing here trying to break the freezer?" I grit my teeth. "No." "Then you should plan on being here for awhile." Bastard. I step back and away from the freezer. I wait for him to do so too. But he doesn't. "So, you just wanted to hog up all the cool air for yourself?" He turns around and throws me an annoyed glance. "No, I just thought I saw something towards the back." "What?" For a few moments, his front end disappears inside the freezer as he roots around in the back. Lucky. Suddenly, he shouts. "Yeeesss!!!!" Now I'm intrigued. "What? What? Tell me?" I hear the sound of cardboard ripping, and then paper rustling. "This will make it all up to you..." he turns around, and hands me.... A POPSICLE! Hallelujah! "Krycek, I could kiss you!" He smiles. "Go ahead." He closes his eyes, and puckers his lips. Confident, isn't he? I could just punch him. That would show him not to be a smart ass. Or maybe I should just kiss him. That would show him not to tempt.... not to pull my chain. Okay, why not? He kissed me, didn't he? I can kiss him. Here I go.... I'm about halfway to his lips when his eyes pop open. This close, the green looks even darker than usual. "Well?" he asks. Green. Staring at me. I chicken out. "Maybe later." I say, pulling back. He shrugs, and I turn around. Then I hear the freezer door slam. Was he really expecting me to kiss him? Another thing not to think about. Instead, I grab my prize, and begin unwrapping it. Orange. Good, I like orange. But, considering how hot I am, I'd eat even a purple one. Geeze, now that I've stepped away from the freezer, it feels twenty degrees hotter than before. Time to shuck the shirt. "Krycek, hold my popsicle for a sec." "Can't, Mulder." He holds up his only hand, waving his own wrapped popsicle as proof that he can't hold anything else. Damn, I never thought about how inconvenient that must be. I feel.... no, no, I don't feel anything. I'm not thinking about any of this. Instead, I concentrate on the popsicle dilemma. "Open your mouth." "Excuse me?" he sputters. I sigh. "For the popsicle!" "So that's your little nickname for it." I sigh. "I don't even know why I bothered telling you to open it. It's always open anyway." He smiles. Then he opens his mouth. I stick my popsicle between his lips. I mean.... well... there's really no way to clean that sentence up, is there? I quickly remove my undershirt, and then retrieve my popsicle. I stare at it for a moment, considering where it's been. The top half is melted, and moist with saliva. On an impulse, I catch Krycek's glance, slurp that part into my mouth, and suck on it. His mouth drops open. I let it fall from my mouth, and begin licking my way around it. I think I hear a quiet gasp. He shoots me an unreadable look, and asks, "Can you hold mine for me? If I'm gonna take my shirt off, I better do it now." "Okay." I say, sweetly. I grab his popsicle, and he pulls his T-shirt off. His chest is glistening with sweat. I take a lick. Of my popsicle. Smooth chest. Barely any hair. I wonder what it says about me that I'm looking. Probably that I've been in this damn basement with Krycek for too long. I check my watch. Thirty minutes! That's it? Maybe it's just gotten to the point where I shouldn't be in a room with Krycek anymore. Lately things have started to happen. *Bad* things. Yes, if I've learned anything from this experience, it's that I should never be in alone in a room with Alex Krycek again. Because, if I don't get away from him soon, I think something even worse is going to happen. I hand him his popsicle, and watch, as he grasps the stick through the wrapper, and begins to tear the paper with his teeth. Pulling it slowly down. One side. Now the other. Now he's sucking the cool cherry ice into his mouth, holding it there, letting go of the stick, pulling the wrapper away, letting it drop to the floor like a piece of discarded clothing. He smiles a pleased smile around his frigid treat, his lips caressing the thick red..... See! BAD MULDER! BAD! On top of it all, my inner voice is yelling at me again. Not the good one, that told me to wear the suit like a proper FBI agent. The *other* one. //It's all over now!// It's saying. //Go on, lean over, taste the cherry on his lips.// I wait to see what the other one has to say. //You're screwed.// It tells me. //You've been screwed since the night he kissed you. Maybe before.// Phhbbb. You're supposed to be the good voice. The voice of reason. Why else would you sound like Scully? //Hey, even I'm not deluded enough to think that we didn't have this coming. Besides, who would blame you? There he is, sitting half naked across from you, eating a popsicle. He's sweaty and hot and gorgeous. Go for it.// When your conscience and your evil side start agreeing, you know you're in trouble. I eat my popsicle quietly, contemplating. And watching Krycek all but devour his own ice cream. He looks up, and notices me watching him. He smirks, and all of a sudden he's using a lot more tongue. Licking his popsicle, from base to tip, with full, cat like strokes. Bastard bastard bastard! I fell my cock stirring in my boxers, and I quickly bring my legs up, resting my chin on my knees. But I think he's already seen. And he keeps slurping... Fine. Fine. If that's the way he wants to play, then that's how I'll play. I take my own popsicle, and gently scrape my teeth down the side, before I draw the entire thing into my mouth. It hits the back, the coldness making my throat ache. I ignore the small discomfort, and glance at Krycek, to make sure he's paying attention. He's wide eyed, and obviously aroused. I throw him an amorous look, and then draw the popsicle out of my mouth, letting my bottom lip drag across the length. Once I remove it from my mouth, I lavishly lick the excess orange syrup from my mouth, moaning and rolling my eyes back as if it was the best thing I had ever tasted. Krycek's forgotten about his popsicle, and it's melting quickly. When a vivid red droplet finally drips and hits his thigh, he jumps. Then he seems to come to his senses. He catches my eyes with his own, and then leans over and licks the cherry flavored moisture from his leg. He then sits up, and cleans the melted portion of his popsicle up, before any more can drip. And then he blows it. That's the only way I can describe it. He's looking at me innocently, while he gives his popsicle a blow job. And I, not being one to be outdone, start to match him, move for move. Our popsicles are getting smaller and smaller, and we're getting more and more involved in this sick mating ritual, when, all of a sudden, I hear a shout. "*What* are you two doing?!" I choke on my popsicle, and my erection quickly diminishes as I hear Scully's voice. We were both so involved in teasing each other, neither of us heard the door open. Krycek is trying real hard not to laugh, I can tell. He eats what's left of his popsicle in two bites, and gets up to retrieve his clothes. I too finish my ice cream, and guiltily stand to face Scully. "We were, uh... trying to keep cool. By eating popsicles." Her eyebrow raises in disbelief, and I see her trying to hide a smirk. I suddenly feel very exposed. I move over to my pants, grab them, and quickly put them on. Krycek's dressing next to me, and I shiver at the intimacy of the moment. Soon we're both more or less dressed. I leave my dress shirt, tie, and jacket off. Then we follow Scully up the stairs, and out of the house. In the sun, it's even hotter than in the basement. I feel awkward. And I turn towards Krycek. He smiles a rather shy and endearing smile at me. He turns to Scully, and says, "Thanks for bailing our asses out." She nods at him, keeping her expression empty. She looks at me, silently asking me if we're letting him go. I nod. Then I look back at Krycek. He's still smiling that smile. "I... I'll.... uh... see you later Mulder." It's nice to know he feels as weird about what happened as I do. I smile at him, probably the exact same smile he's giving me, and say, "Yeah. Bye." He reaches out, brushes my hand, and walks away. Down the street, and around the corner. And then Scully starts laughing. I turn and glare at her. So what if we both acted like a couple of gawky teenagers? I'd like to see how she would act if she started demonstrating sexual techniques on a dessert item for the benefit of her worst enemy. "I'm going home, Scully." She stops laughing long enough to ask, "Don't you want to search the house?" I sigh. "No, they probably got everything. Besides, I'm getting a headache. I'm going to go home, take a shower, and then lie down." "Okay. Drink a lot of fluids. That basement was hot, and you're probably dehydrated. And, Mulder?" "What?" I ask, warily. "I *never* want to hear the story behind what happened down there." And then she starts laughing again. I walk away, towards my car. I get in, blast the air conditioning, and drive home as fast as possible. The End