LEATHER 


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Category:  L/B slash
Rating:  NC-17 for m/m relationship 
Disclaimer:  not mine, etc 
Spoilers:  Nope
Archive:  Unusual suspects, Basement, Ephemeral, Gossamer:  
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Summary:    Langly needs some reassurance



John Byers was alone in the Lone Gunmen's headquarters, that 
late (very late) Friday evening.  Frohike was out somewhere 
with Mulder, and Langly . . . Langly was out, somewhere, John 
didn't know where.  

That in itself didn't bother him particularly.  They had been 
together long enough now to trust each other, to give each 
other space, and right now Langly seemed to need a lot of 
space.  This could be dated, Byers was pretty sure, from 
Langly's recent  thirty-fifth birthday;  an occasion which 
seemed to have imbued him with a restiveness, as if not sure 
any longer who he was or where he was going.  He would get 
restless, irritable, unable to concentrate, then disappear for 
hours at a time, particularly in the night, coming back more 
subdued but with a sort of prickliness about him, as if unsure 
of his welcome.

But he always came back, and that was good enough for Byers.
Langly would come through it, he reckoned, given time and 
space.  They all got these restless spells occasionally, 
whether caused by realisation of the passage of time or other 
setbacks, though this was the first for Langly since they had 
been together.  

Byers could not help but feel protective of his lover, although 
the difference in their ages was only a couple of years, but he 
knew the younger man would brush off any overt attempt at 
reassurance. Just be there for him, Byers reasoned.  He'll come 
through it, we all do.

That particular evening, he had showered and changed into 
pyjamas and was just heading for his bedroom when he heard the 
outer door slam shut, followed by the click and rattle of the 
multiple locks.  He came out into the main room.  Langly stood 
there, in his jeans and leather jacket which was glistening 
with rain, his hair wet and dripping.  He looked at John with 
what seemed an almost hostile expression for a moment, the 
light reflecting off his glasses so John could not see his 
eyes, giving him an almost sinister look.

John moved closer, heart beating a little faster at the sight 
of his lover.  Langly brought with him the feel of the night, 
cold and damp air, smell of rain and wet leather.  A little 
shiver of desire rippled through John from his groin up to his 
chest, and he found his mouth had gone dry and he couldn't 
speak.  Langly's leather jacket fit him like a glove, 
emphasising his broad shoulders, clinging to his body and 
outlining his slim waist and hips.  Byers let his gaze wander 
down the younger man's body with undisguised lust;  back up to 
meet his eyes, to find Langly looking at him with a knowing 
grin.

Langly broke the silence.  "Hey, I thought you'd be in bed 
already . . . anything been happening?"  He moved forward, into 
the light, and looked curiously at John.  "You OK?"

John felt the betraying blush rise from his neck to his cheeks. 
 "Um . . . yes . . . just thought I'd wait up for you, that's 
all."

Langly's mouth twitched but he managed to keep a straight face. 
 He stood, looking appraisingly at John, his hands in his 
pockets.  "That's all, huh?  Well . . . better make it worth 
your while then."  He moved forward a little, standing in the 
gap between the table and the wall.  "Come here."

John's pulse was getting faster, but he was determined not to 
give in so easily.  "You must be cold . . . how about a hot 
drink first?"  and he turned towards the kitchen.

Two steps was all he managed before a firm hand on his shoulder 
spun him round and he was held in an iron grip, half a second 
later and his breath was stolen in a suffocating kiss.  
Langly's hand was round the back of his head, clamping their 
mouths together;  his other arm round John's waist holding him 
close down the entire length of their bodies.  Langly was cold, 
but that felt good too;  and the wet from his leather jacket 
was soaking into John's pyjamas.  Langly's face was cold 
against his own, but that only made the heat pulsing through 
John's body seem all the more intense.  

Langly broke away and pulled back a little, looking John 
questioningly in the eyes.  "That *was* what you were waiting 
up for, Johnny?"

John let out a long breath that was half gasp, half laugh.  "Oh 
yeah. . ."  and pulled the younger man back towards him 
eagerly.  Langly kissed down his neck, growling deep in his 
throat, and suddenly grabbed John's shoulders and pushed him 
back against the wall, pressing his body against John's and 
pinning him there with his hips.  He tore at John's pyjama 
jacket, pulling the buttons undone and sliding his cold hands 
underneath, over John's warm skin.  "John . . . oh . . . so hot 
. . ."


John took his hands off of Langly just long enough to get his 
arms out of the sleeves of his jacket, wriggling it off his 
shoulders, before pressing himself against Langly again, 
incredibly turned on by the sensation of the cold, wet leather 
against his skin.  He wound his arms round Langly's neck, 
kissing him hard and hungrily while Langly slid his hands round 
John's waist, loosening the pyjama pants and then sliding them 
off his hips.  Completely naked at last, John pushed himself 
closer, desperate for the sensation of feeling his own naked 
body pressed against the leather and the rough denim of 
Langly's jeans.  He could feel the heat of Langly's cock, hard 
against his belly. Langly forced him harder against the wall, 
pressing tight against him with all his weight, and John gasped 
at the incredible sensation.  It was unbelievably arousing to 
be completely naked while Langly was still fully clothed and in 
total control.  

Langly was biting on his shoulder now, muttering John's name, 
his hair dripping cold drops of water down John's chest;  they 
trickled down, so cold yet leaving tracks of fire behind them. 
 John ran his hands through the wet strands, pulling Langly's 
head down to his chest, and Langly licked down his chest, 
following the water droplets down and sucking them up. He 
reached the nipple and licked round it, nibbling and teasing it 
into hardness.  John breathed hard.  "Oh, Ree, yes . . " and 
thrust his hips against Langlly again, desperate to feel the 
heat and pressure against his own hardening cock.

John slid his hands down Langly's hips, one hand squeezing the 
tight ass and the other sliding between his legs, rubbing 
against the balls under the tight denim.  Langly's hips jerked 
instinctively and he gasped, pulling away from John to look him 
in the eyes.  "John . . . let me fuck you."

Another wave of heat rushed through John and concentrated in 
his groin, in his cock.  "Please . . ."

Langly fumbled in his jacket pocket and produced a tube of 
slick, meeting John's eyes with a knowing grin.  "Good job I 
kept the jacket on" he whispered in a voice that was already 
growing hoarse.  

John nodded.  "Keep it on. I want you to keep all your clothes 
on."  He pulled away from Langly a little and stepped towards 
the computer table in the middle of the room, hearing the hiss 
of Langly's zipper behind him as he bent forward over the 
table.  He positioned himself, legs apart and opening himself 
as much as he could to his lover, as Langly leaned over him, 
dropping the lube on the table beside him as he finished 
slicking his fingers. 
 
John shut his eyes in anticipation as Langly braced himself 
over him with one hand, fingers of the other tracing over his 
ass to his opening, teasing round the entrance and then sliding 
in, probing, pushing against his internal muscles until they 
relaxed.  John whimpered with anticipation and turned his head, 
his cheek pressed against the table top, watching Langly out of 
the corner of his eye.  

Langly positioned himself, the rough denim of his jeans rasping 
against the back of John's thighs, and his cock slid in, slowly 
but inexorably as his weight came down on John's back.  Deeper 
and deeper, and John was pressed harder and harder against the 
table top, until Langly was buried deep inside him.  His body 
was pressed against John's naked back, the leather of his 
jacket cool against his skin.  

Langly bent and breathed hot against the back of John's 
shoulder, his wet hair drawing damp streaks across John's back. 
 "You OK?" 

John swallowed convulsively. "Yeah . . . please Ree, now . . ."

Langly rested his forehead on the back of John's neck briefly 
then drew up a little, bracing himself with both hands each 
side of John's back.  He began to move his hips, each movement 
a thrust into his lover, slow at first, then finding his rhythm 
and increasing speed and strength.

John could only make the smallest movements of his own to 
counter Langly's, pinned as he was to the table top, his own 
cock trapped beneath him but squeezed rhythmically by his own 
body against the table to the same timing as Langly's thrusts. 
 He grabbed the edges of the table to give himself more 
anchorage to push back into Langly's thrusts, forcing Langly's 
cock deeper into him with every stroke, the sensations building 
and rippling through him like a tidal wave.  He felt his orgasm 
rushing towards him, the tension building unbearably.  Langly 
was gasping his name now with every deep thrust, and the harsh 
breathing above him and the unexpected pain of the zipper of 
Langly's jacket rasping against his back were the final trigger 
as he came with a stunning rush, yelling with exultation and 
relief.

He was barely aware of Langly's cry of delight as he came a few 
seconds later, triggered by the strong contractions of Byers's 
internal muscles around him, pulsing into John before 
collapsing down on top of him in a crumpled heap.  

They lay together, somewhat awkwardly bent over the table, till 
their breathing slowed and they stiffly moved apart, grinning 
ruefully at each other.  Langly lowered himself down until he 
was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, and John 
slid down beside him, leaning against him with his head on 
Langly's chest.  Langly put his arms round him, and they sat 
there for a while, savouring the closeness.  

Eventually John was roused from his doze by the realisation 
that he was getting cold.  He nudged Langly.  "Hey, c'mon . . . 
I'm getting cold.  Let's get out of here."  

Langly slapped him on the ass affectionately.  "Don't blame me, 
you insisted on me keeping my clothes on."

John whined.  "Well, I'm going to bed before I freeze.  Come 
on.
I'm an old man, remember."

"Not that old."

John turned and looked at him pointedly.  "You neither."

Langly cocked his head and looked back at him.  "Oops.  Was it 
that obvious?"

"Just a bit."

"Sorry."  He kissed the top of John's head;  John turned to him 
and they exchanged a long, gentle kiss.  John stroked his face.

"Just remember, whatever happens, I love you."

"I know. I love you too.  C'mon old man, let's get you to bed."

Langly scrambled to his feet and pulled John up after him,, and 
they stumbled off to bed together. The last thing Langly heard 
before dropping off to sleep was  "Langly . . . I really like 
your leather jacket . . ."


END