ON THE DUNES by Alison

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Email:  xalison@excite.com
Category:  Slash, Langly/Byers 
Rating:   NC/17
Status:   Complete:  PWP
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc
Archive:   Lone Slasher, Basement, WWOMB, Gossamer, 
Ephemeral;  anywhere else, just ask
Summary:  

A summertime story.  Mulder goes to visit the Gunmen in their hideout 
and sees more than he expected.

NOTE:  I think you have to blame Shamrock for this one, for all the images 
of the gunmen at the beach and getting frisky in the sand!  And Martha's 
"A Beach in Winter" probably has something to do with it too.  What is it 
about the guys and a beach?  

And it's a warm night here and I've had probably one too many glasses 
of chilled white wine. Well, that's my excuse anyway.  



CHESAPEAKE BAY, MARYLAND
JULY 2003


The rented car bounced down the sandy track, shuddering from every 
pothole.  Mulder squinted through the dusty windshield, looking out 
for the house that had been described to him.  Ten miles down the 
road from the last town, between the road and the ocean .... blue 
painted beach house .... 

He almost missed the shabby looking, one storey shack tucked 
behind the dunes in a curve of the road. But a movement glimpsed 
out of the corner of his eye made him turn his head and see the 
short figure standing on the porch, arms waving frantically.  
He pulled the car off the road and parked behind a sand dune, 
and had barely straightened up as he got out of the car before 
he was enveloped in a bear hug from Frohike.  Laughing and thumping 
each other on the back, more bear hugs and 
"oh god, I never thought I'd see you again ...." before they 
came to a halt, just staring and grinning at each other.  Frohike 
looked well, not much different in fact, except his hair was 
longer, maybe a little greyer, and he had lost some weight.

Mulder leaned forward impulsively and planted a kiss on the 
short man's forehead, and received a squeeze on the ass 
in return.  "Never thought I'd get to do that again either!"  
Frohike joked as they broke apart.  

"For a guy who's supposed to be a year dead, you look 
pretty good to me, Fro."

Frohike pulled his arm.  "Come inside, let me get you a beer. 
 We got a lot to talk about."

Mulder followed him up the path and allowed himself to be 
settled in a lounge chair on the porch, and a bottle of beer was 
thrust into his hand.  

"Okay, Frohike, give."
"So how's Scully and William?"

They both started speaking together and broke off laughing.  
Mulder gestured with the beer bottle.  "You first.  You're the 
guys who came back from the dead .... hey ....speaking of 
which .... where're the boys?"

"They went for a walk on the beach, we weren't expecting you 
for another couple hours."  Frohike sat down opposite him, leaning 
forward.  "Okay, start talking."


******

Two hours later


Finally Frohike got up and stretched, looking at his watch.  
"I should get dinner started ... the boys should be back any 
time now."  He led Mulder inside and showed him the plain 
but comfortable living accommodation, and pointed out with 
a grin the couch where Mulder would be sleeping.  
"Just like old times, yeah?"

While Frohike started clattering with pots and pans in the
 kitchen, Mulder wandered round the living room, comforted 
by the familiar sight of laptops, palmtops, and all the other clutter 
he associated with the Gunmen.  A Ramones teeshirt draped 
over the back of an armchair made him grin, and he picked 
up a copy of Lord of the Rings which had Byers' name on the 
flyleaf.  

He put his head round the kitchen door.  "Hey, why don't I go 
look for the guys?  I need to stretch my legs.  Where did they 
go?  Down on the beach?"

Frohike turned round from the stove, a frown creasing his 
forehead.  "Uh, Mulder, I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Uh ..... er..... well,  I don't think you should all be seen in 
public together, you know, if someone recognises you ..."

That's bullshit, Mulder thought.  "No-one's gonna recognise 
me, Fro.  Relax, it'll be okay."

Frohike pursued him out of the door.  "No, Mulder ..... you 
don't know where they've gone ...."

Mulder patted him on the head.  "You worry too much, Fro."  
He avoided Frohike's grasp and took the steps in two bounds, 
ignoring Frohike spluttering in protest behind him.

****

He jogged up the path through the dunes, excited at the thought 
of seeing two of his best friends again.  Would they have changed?  
Frohike didn't look much different, but maybe the younger 
Gunmen had changed their appearance.  He tried to imagine 
Langly with his hair cut short, or Byers without his beard.  Would 
he recognise them when he saw them?

He came to a halt on the top of the dunes, a couple of hundred 
yards from the sea.  The beach stretched out to left and right, 
totally deserted.  A strong breeze plucked at his teeshirt and 
blew sand in his face, and the bright sunshine on the sea made 
him screw up his eyes against the glare.  He noticed a faint 
path leading off to the right, and started to walk in that direction.  
No sign of the Gunmen, but nobody else either, he noted with 
some relief.  An area as deserted as this was probably pretty safe.

A couple of hundred yards further he came to a stop, looking around.  
Maybe they'd gone in the other direction? Frohike was right as 
always, the little troll.  This was a waste of time.

As he turned to walk back he was startled by a gull which rose 
up out of the dunes to his left, crying in fright.  Mulder frowned.  
What had alarmed it?  He walked to the edge of the path and 
looked down.  Then his breath went out of him like he'd been 
punched, and he forgot everything else.


******


In a grassy hollow in the sand below him, sheltered from the 
wind and out of sight of passers by, two figures lay closely 
entwined on a blanket, oblivious to anything except each 
other.  Oblivious and deeply involved in each other, wound 
tightly together, clinging to each other.  Langly and Byers 
lay together in the long grass, kissing each other deep 
and long, bodies plastered together.  

Mulder gaped in disbelief.  He actually rubbed his eyes to 
make sure he wasn't hallucinating.  But those WERE his 
two friends, unchanged, unmistakable, lying below him in 
the hollow.  Langly ... the blond man, long hair streaming 
around his shoulders, lean  muscular body tanned golden, 
lay almost on top of his partner, their legs entwined.  
He was almost naked save for a pair of tattered cut off 
jeans that had been pushed down to the tops of his thighs 
revealing the pale round globes of his ass, lightly tanned.  
Sweat gleamed on his bare back as he pumped his hips 
on top of his partner.  Byers' hands were grasping them, 
kneading the firm muscular curves and pulling his body 
tight against him as their hips ground together.  

Byers was lying  under him, his thighs apart to let Langly 
lie between them, his knees raised.  He  was bare chested 
and slick with sweat, wearing .... no, he was totally and completely 
naked!   Somehow that was the most unbelievable sight of 
all.  He lay under Langly, stark naked, legs wrapped round 
Langly's hips.   He was as tanned as Langly,  brown skin 
and his dark hair, longer than Mulder had seen it before, 
giving him a gipsyish appearance.  As Mulder watched 
he broke the kiss and flung his head back, moaning Langly's 
name and writhing under him.  His head thrashed from side 
to side in abandonment and he kicked up the sand with his feet 
convulsively.  

Mulder was transfixed, staring at the two men.  He sank to his 
knees in the sand, unable to tear his eyes away.  He felt 
himself growing hard almost instantly.  No porn video he 
had ever seen had turned him on so quickly as the sight 
of his two friends in a situation he had never imagined before.  
He wrigged down onto his stomach and slid back a little 
so he could just see the scene unfolding beneath him 
without being seen himself.

From here he could here them too, hear their heavy breathing 
becoming more and  more ragged with their passion, gasps 
and moans interspersed with muttered words of encouragement.  
Byers was moaning "Ringo, oh, Ringo, oh yes, oh yes ..." 
over and over with the regular jerking of his hips. Langly's voice 
was muffled as he kissed Byers hungrily all over his throat and 
neck, biting and sucking at him as he groaned "Johnny, oh you're 
so good, so good ..."  

Mulder dug his hands into the sand spasmodically, pressing his 
own hips into the soft surface below him.  As his own arousal grew 
he slid one hand down and unzipped his fly, freeing his cock and 
pumping it in time with the scene unfolding below him.

Abruptly Langly yelled out and the muscles in his back and 
shoulders tensed as he thrust his hips against Byers again 
and again, screaming "Johnny" as he shuddered and then 
went limp.  Byers, beneath him, clenched his arms and legs 
round the other man's body and cried out with his own release.  
The sight and the sound was all Mulder needed to push him 
over the edge and he came, gasping breathlessly.  He 
dropped his head to the ground as his orgasm overtook him 
and blotted out everything else.  

When he could think again he raised his head cautiously, 
peeking over the top of the dune till he could see down into 
the hollow again.  Byers and Langly lay tangled together, 
breathing heavily, arms round each other. Langly's head rested 
on Byers' chest, his arm possessively draped over the other 
man's hips.  They looked absolutely peaceful and content, 
relaxed and sated.  Mulder felt a stab of envy. God, they were 
so hot!  Byers and Langly, my God! 

He wriggled further back down the slope and sat there for 
a moment, trying to process the images he had seen. Byers and 
Langly ... fucking each other like a pair of stoats!  
Whoever would have thought they were capable of .... 
that they would look like that .... naked ..... muscle 
and tanned skin ..... Langly thrusting like that .... Byers' chest 
heaving .... 

He shook his head disbelievingly, huffing out his breath in 
a long sigh.  He looked back up the slope of the dune.  
Time to get out of here before they wake up ....  He heaved 
himself to his feet and began to trudge back towards the 
road, unable to get the scene out of his mind. 

Mulder began to realise that he had probably been 
seriously underestimating his friends.  Truly, he realised, he 
had never thought of them as having sex lives at all.  In fact he 
had been pretty scornful of their geeky admiration for 
Scully, Reyes or any other woman he had seen them interacting with.  
The thought that their awkwardness in relating to women might simply be 
because they preferred other men, had never crossed his mind.  

He was hot and sticky and the sand was getting into his shoes 
by the time he got back to the beach house.  Frohike was sitting
on the porch again, exactly as before, except that there were 
three empty beer bottles by his chair instead of two. He looked 
hard at Mulder as he clambered up the steps and flopped into 
the empty chair.  "Find them?"

"Um ......"

Frohike leaned over and grabbed a bottle of beer out of the 
crate, handing it across.  "You look like you need this."

Mulder grabbed the beer and took a long swallow.  He rubbed 
his eyes and stared at Frohike again, unsure whether Mel 
wouldn't suddenly disappear and the whole thing turn out to 
be a dream or a heat-induced hallucination.  But Frohike 
looked solid enough and moreover was looking at him with a 
knowing smirk.

"You *saw* 'em, didn't you?"

Mulder opened his mouth but nothing came out, and he gaped 
at Frohike like a fish out of water.  The older man laughed evilly.  
"I did tell you not to go after them."

Mulder shook his head.  "Oh, man ...." he looked at Frohike again.  
"So how long has THAT been going on?"

Frohike grinned.  "Lotta changes in the last year Mulder, 
you have no idea .... dunno where to start ...."

"yeah, but Frohike ... when ... how long .... how...?"

Frohike leaned back in his chair, smiling reminiscently and 
staring out over the ocean.  "It started last year ... after - you know.  
It seems they'd both been having feelings about each other for a 
while, but never expected to do anything about it. Then, with us all 
nearly dying and all ... I don't know exactly what happened, but suddenly 
one morning they  came out of Byers' bedroom and it was obvious 
they'd been together .. I mean you should'a seen the looks on their faces ... 
couldn't take their eyes off each other ... couldn't keep their 
*hands* off each other.   And since then ... well, it's like they've 
each found the missing half of themselves.   They're like a couple 
of kids in love for the first time.  Unbelievable."  He looked out 
over the glittering water again.  "They're just ... so happy, you know?"  

"Isn't it kinda weird for you, though?"

Frohike shrugged.  "A little, but not really ... we still work 
together, everything else is exactly the same.  They're real careful 
not to leave me out of the conversation, stuff like that.  The only thing 
is, the walls here are really thin, ya know?  That's why they snuck 
out this afternoon.  Kinda sweet really, they think they're being 
considerate.  It still won't stop them walloping the bed against the wall tonight."

Mulder had a sudden flashback of the two naked bodies 
coupling in the grass, and transposed it to a bed in the house 
behind them.  God, how was he going to sleep tonight, knowing THAT 
was going on in the same house?

He shut his eyes for a minute, still half convinced it was all 
a dream.  "God, for the first time I'm glad I didn't bring Scully 
with me."

Frohike snickered.  "Oh, I don't know.  I think she'd be pretty 
cool about it."

He sat up.  "No.  That's not what I meant.  Because this means 
that you can tell me EVERYTHING.  Come on, Mel.  I want to know
 EVERYTHING."

"Well, okay.  See, that first morning ....."


END