Flotsam
by Te
Daddy793@aol.com

Summary: The boys take a trip.

"Jesus, Alex, those were *awful*!"

"I *told* you to pour the honey on them first."

"I just can't cope with crushing the torso of a small,  
plastic bear for the sole purpose of squeezing out its  
brain matter."

"Its rich, sweet brain matter..." Alex's voice was  
mocking, of course, and slightly muffled by the syrup- 
coated bits of mushroom that were (undoubtedly) coating his 
back teeth. The younger man leaned back on the  slightly 
damp ground and leered as suggestively as  possible.

"You're really sick, you know that?"

Alex seemed to consider the question seriously, a corner of 
his mouth dipping as he apparently searched the grey  
October sky for answers. Mulder looked away, wondering if 
he had, perhaps, crossed some unspoken line in their 
relationship. 

//It's not as if he hasn't called me worse... 
regularly...//

For his part, Alex watched the incipient pout bud with  an 
inwardly triumphant grin.

//You are so damned easy, Mulder...//

The younger man had Mulder flat on his back in the  not-
quite-mud of the riverbank in an eyeblink, hand firmly 
entwined in the dark locks and tongue halfway down the  
older man's throat. Mulder surrendered to the assault  
immediately, his own tongue catching at the bits of  shroom 
and considerately lapping them away. It was all so

bitter, caps and spores, dried and shriveled and making his 
tongue ache but it was worth it for this, late season crows 
wheeling and crying far, far overhead and he wondered if  
the tiny creatures lived like this all the time; black loam 
staining chitonous limbs as they searched for one small  
moment of sweetness among the chill and damp under his 
back, his buttocks but it was so very warm between them and 
perhaps there was steam.... no, a conflagration  building 
as Alex stroked and rubbed himself again and 

"Would you have me any other way?"

"Mnuh."

//Oh, that smile...//

"Didn't think so."

Somehow, another dead, drear day had suffered a cosmic 
shift to find him here... states away with an armload of  
triple agent, pockets full of mud, and a sky that was

//Did I really think it was grey?//

shifting, and circling and the wind rocking and twisting  
bone sharp branches into a choir of paintbrushes, giving 
the vaulted heavens some abstract watercolor that made  
perfect sense in its absurdity.

"How long did you say these would take to kick in?"

A giggle Superballed against his throat and startled the  
spider that had been wending its skitterish way over Alex's 
sweater. Mulder puffed at it to watch it flail, and when it  
huffed at him peevishly and raised an arachnid eyebrow 
instead he decided that his question was rather pointless.  
Still, though...

"It varies..."