"We Were Sleeping" 


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Email:  xalison@excite.com
Category:  Slash, Langly/Byers 
Rating:   NC/17
Status:   Complete:  PWP
Spoilers:  minor for Fight the Future
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc
Archive:   Lone Slasher, Basement, WWOMB, Gossamer, 
Ephemeral;  anywhere else, just ask
Summary:  Missing scene from "The Gift".  How long did Langly 
manage to keep his pants on?




"Thanks for your help,  boys."

"Sure, yerr *welcome*"

Langly reached over Byers and switched off the computer, and 
for a few seconds the Gunmen looked at each other in silence.  
Langly was first to speak.  "What the fuck was that all about?"

Frohike shrugged and levered himself to his feet stiffly.  "God 
knows, Doggett doesn't tell us much more than Mulder did.  Well,
I'm going back to bed, boys.  Turn the lights out when you've 
finished."

Langly rolled his eyes and mouthed silently behind Frohike's 
back.  "Yes Dad, sure Dad ..."

Byers shot him a "shut up" look.  "G'night, Mel."

"Night, boys" and the older man shuffled, yawning, towards the 
back of the HQ.  Langly looked around, hitching at the belt of 
his pants in a way that made Byers look thoughtfully at him.  
"Hey, man,  I'm hungry.  Gonna get some munchies, do you want 
anything?"

"At 3 am?  No thanks."  But he followed the blond out to the 
kitchen and watched fascinated as he poured a bowl of breakfast 
cereal and topped it with chocolate chips, cookies, raisins and
chocolate sauce before drowning it in milk.  "How can you eat
that in the middle of the night?"

"Mmmm ... " Langly's voice was muffled with the ingestion of a 
large spoonful.  "I need to replace my energy levels after what 
you did to me earlier."

Byers smiled smugly.  "At least Doggett didn't ask WHY you 
weren't wearing any pants."

Langly raised a sarcastic eyebrow.  "But he DID notice."

"Yes, he did, didn't he."

"Hey babe, you jealous?"

"I just remembered the way you did that thing with your pants 
right where he could see."

"What thing with my pants?"

"That thing where you hitch your pants up."

"What, like this?"

"Don't do that . . and if he'd called thirty minutes earlier,
would you have told him what we were doing?  'We were sleeping'?"  

Langly grinned wickedly.  "If Skinner hadn't been there too ... 
hey, did I tell you, I think Skinner is hot for you?"

"What?? Oh, c'mon Langly.  Skinner?"

"Sure, ever since that time in the hospital.  I'm sure of it."

Byers shook his head firmly.  "No way."

"He saw you naked.  I've been watching him, and the way he 
looks at you ..."

Byers blushed furiously.  "You're obsessed, Ree.  Just because 
he saw me naked doesn't mean .. " he broke off, his mouth 
dropping open.  He looked at his lover and realised Langly was 
smirking triumphantly at him.  "Why, you little .. "  

Langly cracked up, snorting into his cereal.  "Gotcha, Johnboy, 
I had you worried there didn't I -"

He underestimated the speed the older man could move, and 
suddenly found himself pinned against the counter top.  Byers 
thrust his body against him and grabbed a double handful of 
blonde hair.  Langly forgot all about his midnight snack as 
Byers claimed his mouth possessively.  Heart hammering, Langly 
clung to his suddenly aggressive lover as the strength 
ebbed out of his legs leaving him weak and trembling.  Byers 
broke off the kiss as suddenly as he had started, but still 
kept the younger man pinned firmly.  He whispered in Langly's 
ear, his breath tickling the other man's skin.

"Does it turn you on?"

"Whatt?"

"Thinking about Skinner ... if he wanted me.  Would it turn you 
on?"

Langly shuddered with sudden lust at the image that produced.  
"God, yes!"  God, yes ... he and Frohike had left the two of 
them in the hospital room when they helped Mulder escape.  
Skinner could have taken Byers there and then, in the narrow 
hospital bed, against the wall, in the tiny bathroom ... the 
big man, pinning John down and spreading him, thrusting into 
him, Byers moaning with ecstasy, writhing, impaled on Skinner's 
huge cock ..

He was suddenly hard and hot with need, and the thing he needed 
was pressing hard against him;  Byers' body pressed tight 
against his own.  He turned his head to meet blue eyes which 
held exactly the same look that he knew was in his own eyes;  
love and lust in equal proportions.  He knew exactly what was 
going to happen next, and so did Byers.

He grabbed at the belt of Byers' robe, fumbling with the knot 
as Byers wriggled against him provocatively.  The older man was 
rubbing his body against him, teasing, his mouth nibbling the 
side of Langly's neck.  Muttering impatient curses, Langly 
finally pulled the belt undone and slid his hands inside, into 
the heat, sliding between the buttons of the pajama top and 
against the hot silky skin of his lover's body.  Byers laughed 
softly and Langly dragged the robe off him, followed by the 
pajama top, and then Byers was bare chested, the smooth skin of 
his chest and shoulders gleaming palely.  Langly ran his hands 
possessively over Byers' shoulders, savouring the supple satiny 
feel of the warm bare flesh and firm muscle under his hands.  
The sight took his breath away;  for a moment he could hardly 
speak.   Byers leaned forward and captured his mouth in another 
demanding kiss.  Their bodies pumped against each other in the 
familiar rhythm;  they moaned and groaned softly as they 
brought each other to arousal.

Byers slid his hands down, over the other man's slim hips, under 
the waistband of Langly's pants and pushing them down.  "Lemme 
get these off you again .."  Langly gave a quick wriggle of his 
hips that not only rid him of the pants but, also, he knew 
complacently, made Byers moan in pleasure.  The older man slid 
his hands down Langly's belly, fingers scraping through the 
wiry hair of his abdomen and down, down till he grasped the 
hard cock firmly.  "Do you know . . all the time the Feds were 
talking to us, I was thinking about this"  and he squeezed 
gently.  Langly moaned and shivered.  "You were sitting so 
close to me, all I could think of was there was only your pants 
between us and *this*."  He squeezed again and this time Langly 
could only gasp hoarsely.

"Oh, fuck, John .."

"Do you know what I wanted to do?"

"Uhhhhh .."

"I wanted to reach over and touch you right there with them 
watching  .. what do you think they would think, if I did that, 
Ringo?"

"Ohmygod-" the image was so powerful that Langly was suddenly ready 
to come right there and then.  He thrust into Byers' hand 
blindly, his entire focus narrowed down to his cock and Byers' 
hand.  Byers pumped him expertly, knowing exactly where his 
lover was most sensitive, fingers caressing up and down the 
shaft while his thumb stroked expertly over the sensitive head.  
Langly thrust one more time, crying out with need, and his seed 
jetted out over them both.  

His head fell back as he panted breathlessly, his hands 
gripping the countertop hard to stop himself collapsing.  Byers 
ran his hands down Langly's chest, then slipped to his knees in 
front of him, lips brushing over his abdomen, then licking 
down, lapping up the stickiness from the younger man's belly.  
Langly drew deep breaths, slowly coming down, aware of the 
other man's gentle attentions.  He ran his fingers through Byers'
short thick hair, loving the rumpled look it gave him.

When he was finished Byers stood up, taking his friend's face 
between his hands and stroking it before he leant forward again 
to kiss him gently.  He pulled back with a grin.  

"Mmm .. chocolate!"

Langly met his eyes, smiling breathlessly.

"I thought you said you weren't hungry?"


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