Mission: Jaws of the Jaguar

Mission: Jaws of the Jaguar

Chapter TwelveSubjectsFox had always considered himself something of a `touch me not' when it came to sleeping. He often woke up almost falling off the bed, as far away from his bed partner as possible. Well, that was the few times he had actually slept with someone instead of just fucking them.


But somehow it seemed natural to fall asleep in Ethan Hunt's arms, with the warm, solid body pressed close to his own. Again Fox woke up with his face pressed against Ethan, but this time he didn't try to sneak out of bed.


He rubbed his face against the smooth skin of Ethan's chest. Eyes still closed, Ethan smiled. Fox whispered, "Ethan? You asleep?"


Ethan whispered back, "Yes, Fox. I'm asleep."


"Oh, good. Here comes a wet dream." He licked Ethan's left nipple.


Ethan groaned. "I gotta eat moussaka more often, if this is the kind of dreams it gives me."


"Wait'll you see what the kebabs do for you." Fox transferred his attention to the right nipple, sucking it softly till it rose to a stiff peak.


Ethan opened his eyes and watched Fox, his breath starting to speed up. He stroked the soft brown hair, then buried his hands in it and said quietly, "Bite me."


Fox hesitated, unsure. "Bite?"


"Yeah. Oh, don't draw blood, or anything, but use your teeth."


Fox nibbled experimentally, and earned a happy groan. "Yeah, like that. Perfect. You are so hot, Mulder."


"No one ever told me that before."


"I can't account for the stupidity of the rest of the world. Do you intend to do anything else?"


"Oh, yeah."


Mulder worked a wet trail down Ethan's torso, pausing to dip into his belly button, and enjoying the shiver of his abdominal muscles this caused. Then he continued down and kissed along the line of dark hair pubic hair, studiously ignoring Ethan's rising cock.


Next he moved down the hip bone to begin nibbling at Hunt's inner thigh. Ethan said quietly, "Fox, if you don't suck me off pretty soon, I'm going to be VERY pissed."


Fox slanted a glance up his body. "YOU'RE the one who made me nuts with foreplay last night. Take it like a man, Hunt."


Ethan reached down to tangle his hands in Fox's hair, pushing him toward his now weeping dick. "Nah. YOU take it like a man."


Fox groaned. "Puns, yet." He gripped Ethan's shaft, marveling at the velvety texture of the skin wrapped around such firm flesh, and stroked. "I... uh... You know that I don't know how to do this. It's going to be amateur time."


"What? You think I do it professionally?" When Fox glared at him, he chuckled. "Just do whatever you think will feel good, Fox. I seriously doubt I'll be disappointed."


"You've been warned," Fox murmured, bending back down. He studied Ethan's cock intently for a moment, then carefully dipped his tongue into the tiny slit on the head, eliciting a moan. He settled down and began a slow, gentle, all over lapping.


It was almost like a child eating an ice cream cone, and trying to keep the ice cream symmetrical. In no time Ethan's prick was quivering in his grasp. Ethan was just about to explain to Fox that they called it 'sucking someone off' for a reason, when the FBI agent took his glans into his mouth for the first time.


The wet heat was too much to resist, and Ethan pushed up into the oral embrace. Fox didn't retreat, letting the rigid flesh slide deep, till Ethan was almost two thirds buried. Then he pulled back and slid down again. Hunt breathed, "Oh, yeah. Baby, maybe you're not experienced, but you DO have the knack."


Fox pulled free and said, almost apologetically, "I'm not gonna be able to take all of it, like you did."


"That's okay, I can live with that. Don't feel like you have to swallow, if it squicks you, either. It won't hurt my feelings if you spit."


"I dunno. I'll have to see."


Once again Mulder slid Ethan's cock into his mouth, and began a slow, steady bob. Damn, that feels good! I ought to do something for him, too. "Fox, move around so I can reach you. I want to touch you."


Without stopping, Mulder shifted his hips up higher on the bed. Ethan pulled him closer, wrapped his hand around Fox's hard on, and began to work him gently. Fox made muffled sounds of pleasure.


The two men continued with their love making, their movements gradually becoming faster and rougher as the passion rose. Ethan jerked with the electric sensation as Fox's teeth rasped lightly along his shaft. Shit, he remembered about the biting! He's good!


The stimulation triggered his orgasm. Fox jerked a little himself when Ethan's come exploded in his mouth, but he didn't spit it out. He swallowed quickly, thinking that it wasn't so bad. Not so bad at all.


He let the softening dick slide out of his mouth, and panted while Ethan finished him off with a few more firm strokes. He gritted his teeth as he rode out his orgasm, bathing the enveloping fingers.


When he heard a low laugh, he looked up at Ethan, perplexed. "What's so funny?"


"I just noticed." Ethan sat up and stretched lazily, stroking the back of Fox's leg. "Your toes curl when you come."

No shopping expeditions that day. They stayed around the apartment, reviewing and talking. Fox talked more than Ethan, but he understood that. They would most likely never see each other again after this mission, and the less information floating around out there about Ethan, the better.


Fox told him about Samantha, and he listened soberly. "You don't think I'm crazy?"


"I don't know if I'd go so far as to say that, Mulder. Look at the situation you're walking into with your eyes wide open. But as for what happened to your sister...I've seen some weird shit in my time. Almost anything is possible."


He might have been saying that just to bull shit him, retain his cooperation. But somehow, Fox didn't think that was the case.


There was the usual daily load of information in the mailbox. Fox reflected that he was going to end up knowing more about Ballard and Galbraith than he did about most people in his life, including a number of relatives.


The video tape followed a handball game between the two lovers. There was no quarter asked for, or given, on either side. They played to win.


Daniel had a bit of an advantage with his greater height and reach, but Connor could really streak around the confines of the little court. It was a pretty even match. And you could tell that they liked pitting themselves against each other.


There was breathless, good natured needling between scores. Connor won by one point. In mock retaliation, Daniel threw his sweat towel over the shorter man's head and got him in a headlock. They staggered and grappled, laughing and cursing, till Galbraith pulled Daniel down to the ground, and it turned into a make out session.


The written information consisted of a time line of their history together. A list detailed what holiday's and vacations they'd taken together, giving as much information and observations as possible. Ethan said, "Hey, Fox, guess where they met?"


Fox pretended to think, "Express line at the supermarket? Monster truck rally? Wrestlemania?"


"No, though I wouldn't put that last one past Daniel, given the number of muscular men in spandex. No, they met at Casa de los Vientos del Susurro."


"House of the Whispering Winds. Oo, romantic."


"You aren't kidding. That's a prime resort hotel in Rio. Single occupancy rooms start at $350 a night. A suite will run you $1000 to begin with, in the OFF season."


"Yow. I'm going to make a guess and say that Daniel wasn't there on his own dime."


"Not our boy. His daddy at the time was Andrew Yarborough."


"Yarborough." Fox thought. "Yarborough Farms?"


"The same."


"Damn, they've had horses entered in the last twenty or so Triple Crowns."


"And he was also an old friend of the Ballard family. Very close, almost family."


"Uh oh. Funny Uncle Andy, huh?"


"Very possible, though there's no indication they were physically involved till Daniel moved into an apartment he furnished. Apparently Andrew just liked how he grew up. Daniel had been with him for almost five years before he left him for Connor."


"So Daniel was there in Rio, with his patron, and he dumped him for Galbraith."


"I don't think it was as cold blooded as that. There are indications that Yarborough was abusive to Daniel. He kept him lavishly, but was a pretty cold and demanding man."


"So when a hot blooded, handsome Black Irish showed up, he was ripe for the picking, huh?"


"Connor can be very charming. And he's always been protective of Daniel. I don't believe he would have taken kindly to the thought of Daniel's lover bashing him around."


"So it was the knight errant to the rescue?"

thi think so, yeah."


"That's kinda sweet." Mulder was surprised to find that he wasn't being sarcastic when he said this, and Ethan nodded.


"Sometimes you can find a little something to admire in even the worst people. Startling as hell when it happens."


Fox examined a photo of Andrew Yarborough taken during the time he had been with Ballard. He looked like an old money horse trader. He was big and bluff, with a ruddy complexion that probably owed as much to drink as it did to time in the wind and sun. He had small, shrewd eyes, a large nose, and a hard mouth. He wasn't a handsome man, but there was a certain raw power about him. His hands were enormous, and his arms and upper body slabbed with muscle. He had the thick, powerful thighs of a lifelong horseman. Probably had a heavy hand in training his horses, Fox thought. I bet he likes to break their spirits. Daniel wouldn't have done well with him.


"I wonder," Fox murmured. "What it was like."