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Disclaimers: All characters owned by the folks at Ten Thirteen Productions. Other: Apologies to the makers of Jell-O, and people who like serious stories. Author: annezo @ fastmail . fm ************************************************************************* BALANCED DIET "Damn it!"
Walter let himself into Mulder's apartment just in time to hear his lover's shout. He dropped his keys and the bags on the table and headed for the kitchen.
Mulder was standing in the middle of the floor with that count to ten and then scream look on his face.
"That's an interesting look." Walter watched a blob of something red slide down Mulder's arm. He sniffed. Cherries?
"It's supposed to be jell-o." The bowl hit the counter with a thud.
Walter winced in sympathy, expecting the glass to shatter. "Cherry?" he asked hopefully.
Mulder nodded. He headed toward the sink. "At least, it was," he added bitterly.
"Can I ask why you're wearing it?" Walter skirted the table and reached Mulder in time to catch another slippery blob on one finger. He tasted it carefully. "Not bad."
"I tripped." Mulder's usual sense of humor seemed to have disappeared. He reached for a dish rag and turned on the water.
Walter watched a trickle sliding down Mulder's arm, then gave into temptation and licked it off. "Do you always make jell-o naked when I'm not here?" he asked curiously. If the answer was yes, Walter thought he might find it necessary to stop by more often without calling first.
"I was taking a shower." Mulder squeezed water out of the rag and glanced over his shoulder at the mess on the linoleum floor. "I remembered the jell-o and decided to put it in the fridge."
"Interesting way you have of getting it there." He ignored Mulder's glare, his attention distracted by another trickle of red juice. It was sliding down Mulder's chest, lingering on the curve of the muscle. He leaned over and licked it off slowly.
"Walter." Mulder backed away. "I have to clean up the floor."
He trapped Mulder against the counter, one hand on either side of him. "I'm not eating jell-o that's been on the floor, Mulder."
"No one's asking you to," the other man objected.
"I like jell-o," Walter explained.
"So do I. That's why I was making it, you know?" Mulder tried to smother a grin. "You wouldn't?"
Walter sucked up a blob that was decorating Mulder's neck. "You were very thorough."
"Coincidence, I assure you." Mulder smiled. "Who knew you were kinky for jell-o?"
Walter eyed the trails of red juice sliding down his lover's body. "Only cherry." He chose one and followed its path, licking up every trace of the warm liquid. He wound up on his knees, nuzzling the side of Mulder's hip. He thought he could taste a hint of soap but his nose and mouth were filled with the flavor of jell-o.
"Kinky for jell-o is good," Mulder said breathlessly. He looked disappointed when Walter stood back up.
Walter ignored the sulky expression. He picked a new streak and followed it down the length of Mulder's body to his navel. Walter cleaned the ticklish area thoroughly, getting every sweet drop.
Mulder squirmed and laughed softly. "Walter . . . ." His voice trailed off into an uncharacteristic silence.
This time the Walter varied his approach. Choosing another trickle, he nuzzled his way up Mulder's body as he licked it off. A disproportionate amount of the jell-o had wound up splashed over his lover's chest and removing the cooling gelatin took a fair amount of effort. Walter applied himself to the task with dedication, sucking his way inch by inch across the sticky skin, tugging at the sparse strands of hair with his teeth.
Mulder leaned back against the counter, smiling. In a few seconds, he'd be purring. Or whimpering. Or making some of those other noises he made. Walter smiled and scraped up a thick drop with his teeth, feeling Mulder's shiver of reaction. Another drop trembled from one nipple. Walter licked it off enthusiastically, then nibbled and sucked every trace of sugar and moisture from the responsive nub.
"I can't believe you're eating jell-o from my naked body," his lover moaned. "Who are you and what did you do with Walter?"
Walter bit him sharply and Mulder whimpered, shuddering. The Walter soothed the punished skin with his tongue and Mulder sighed in appreciation. One hand closed around the back of Walter's neck, stroking slowly. Walter turned to kiss his arm and found a few splashes of red that needed to be removed. The jell-o mess was drying fast and every new drop resisted his efforts to remove it. Walter curved his hands around Mulder's hips, and applied himself to his task, his mouth leaving a new trail of faint red marks on the tanned skin.
Another red trickle was flowing halfway down one thigh. When Walter's mouth followed the path, eating off the thickening moisture with quick bites and laps of his tongue. He chewed the firm muscle roughly and was rewarded with an incoherent gasp. The curve of tender skin where Mulder's leg joined his hip turned out to be unexpectedly sensitive. Walter gave it careful attention, watching the response in Mulder's body as he nipped the fold. The gentle bite earned him a soft moan. He moved back up Mulder's torso, feeling his lover's hands stroking his shoulders encouragingly.
When he stopped to check his progress, Mulder gave him a challenging grin, managing to look calm in spite of the heat banked in his eyes. "Done already? You seem to have missed a spot."
Walter eyed his lover's body thoughtfully. "You're right. I think I did." He stopped to claim a kiss, then slid back to his knees and started working on the only traces of the sweet red mess left on Mulder's body. Mulder's hands stroked his head and the other man sighed. Walter chewed gently on the arrow of dark hair that ran from Mulder's navel down into the thick curls massed a few inches below. Walter searched the area with his tongue, but could find only a few disappointing drops of cooling jell-o to lick off.
Finally, giving in to the urging of Mulder's hands, he turned his attention to the heavy erection. Mulder had been lucky the gelatin dessert wasn't still boiling. An encouraging amount of the sugary mixture seemed to have trickled or splashed onto the sensitive area.
Disregarding Mulder's incoherent protests and whimpers, Walter took his time over this part of the task. Mulder's hips squirmed under his hands, pushing forward anxiously. Walter ignored the hint. He applied himself to every drop, every red splash, lapping and sucking at the hot skin, letting his teeth scrape lightly at the surface often enough to keep Mulder's hands tense against his neck. When the area was clean, he pressed a last kiss against the skin and pulled himself to his feet.
"There." He kissed Mulder lightly. "Now you can clean the floor."
Mulder's eyes gleamed. "I don't suppose I can talk you into finishing what you started?"
"I did. See?" Walter cupped his hand behind Mulder's head and tipped it down. The two of them looked down at Mulder's damp, aroused body. "No more jell-o," Walter whispered.
Mulder groaned and pulled him close for a quick, hard kiss. "Walter . . . c'mon. I can't scrub the floor like this."
"Sure you can." Walter smiled at him, sliding one hand between Mulder's legs and stroking gently. "You never know what you can do until you try."
"Jesus, Walter." Mulder leaned into him for a long, hungry kiss. "When did you get to be such a tease?" He rubbed himself against his lover's hand, smiling blissfully.
"Hard to say." Walter nuzzled his neck, smelling the faint aroma of cherry jell-o and the sharp scent of shampoo. "Where do you suppose I picked it up?"
"I wouldn't know." Mulder sighed and rubbed his cheek against Walter's face. "Come on, what's it going to take?"
"I don't know." Walter considered the idea. "You have any whipped cream?"
"Oh, no you don't!" Mulder leaned back and laughed. "I know your type, buddy. I say 'yes' this time and the next thing I know, you're showing up at my door with a quart of ice cream and a spatula. This meal is strictly a la carte."
Walter pinched gently, smiling at Mulder's yelp. "That happen to you a lot?"
"I'm always prepared for those unexpected occurrences." Mulder' expression turned pleading. "Walter . . . ."
The Walter slid back to his knees obediently, applying his attention, and his mouth right where Mulder wanted them. His obedience earned him a few heart-felt moans and a handful of mumbled comments, but Mulder's hands were cupping his head approvingly, so Walter assumed the feedback was favorable.
A few minutes later, something occurred to him. "Mulder?"
The other man said something that didn't really sound like, please, keep talking, but Walter ignored the hint. "A spatula?"
"Walter!"
The agonized groan made him smile. He stroked Mulder gently, listening to the hiss of approval. "What do you do with the spatula?"
"Can we do the spatula thing later?" Frustration warred in Mulder's voice with arousal. "Please?"
"Sure." Walter was agreeable. "What are we going to do with it?"
Mulder's hands tightened around his head. Walter grinned up at the sulky face. Since he had an audience now, he turned his attention back to his previous explorations.
Mulder laughed breathlessly. " If I start thinking about spatulas . . . ."
Walter freed his mouth. "Try to concentrate," he said irritably.
"Don't stop any more, okay?" Mulder's hips moved under his hands and Walter captured the growing arousal, his mouth working against his lover until Mulder's not-so-quiet moans of approval turned into a sharp cry of satisfaction. He nuzzled the warm flesh until Mulder's hands tugged him to his feet in time to catch his lover's relaxed body and accept a long kiss.
Mulder laid his head on Walter's shoulder, with a sigh. "Just for that, I won't make you help mop the floor."
"You spilled it, you clean it up," Walter told him. He kissed Mulder's cheek. "I think I've done more than my share of the work."
Mulder straightened up. "I feel positively decadent."
He still looked good enough to eat. "The floor," the Walter reminded him. "I brought Chinese, by the way."
"Get it and we'll heat it up." Mulder glanced at the mess on the floor. "I'll throw a wet towel on that and get to it later."
"How would you feel if I'd said that about you?" Walter avoided his lover's mock-blow and retrieved the bags of food from the living room.
Mulder went to get dressed while the Walter heated the dinner. He looked around the kitchen. Like most people, Mulder kept a grocery list that he usually forgot about on the refrigerator.
Walter pulled a pen from his pocket and added a couple of items:
Jell-o (Cherry)
He eyed the list for a moment. Behind him, the microwave timer bell rang. He took a moment to add two more necessities:
Ice Cream (your choice)
One way or another, he'd figure out what to do with them.
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The end.
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