Mission: Jaws of the Jaguar

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Mission: Jaws of the Jaguar Chapter TenTesting"Okay, Danny. Time for the first real test."

"Already? Is it essay, or multiple choice."

Ethan ignored the question. They were pulling into a parking lot before a substantial building. The sign at the door said `Elysium Gym'. " This is your gym. We're going to go in and work out a little."

They got out of the car, and Ethan started for the door, but Fox hung back. Bridger paused, turning back to him. "What's wrong? Stage fright?"

"What if... if someone who looks like me shows up?"

"Not likely. He and someone who looks like me are in Ireland right now." Ethan smiled. "He's visiting the in laws. Or, in this case, outlaws."

Fox groaned. "That joke was old when they used it in the Disney version of `Robin Hood'. What about work out clothes?"

"Thanks for reminding me." He opened the trunk and pulled the new small case he'd bought for Fox. "I put some in the trunk while you were showering."

Every objection was met. Fox followed Ethan into the building. Fox looked around the entrance area. Nice. Plush carpets, rich paneling , subdued lighting. He had a feeling that the equipment room was going to be spectacularly stocked. Daniel did believe that he deserved the best.

The counter was manned by a muscular man in a tank top with the gym's logo on it. It strained over a sculpted physique. It wasn't until Fox noticed that his inch long buzz cut was steel grey that he realized that the man must be in his mid fifties. He greeted Fox with a warm smile. "Mr. Ballard, always a pleasure to see you, sir. I thought you were in Ireland this week."

"Change of plans." Fox modulated his voice a little, making it softer and adding a tinge of southern accent to it. He pulled out his wallet, and handed over his membership card. The man took it without question, and pushed a registry book toward him.

"Mr. Galbraith, will you be joining Mr. Ballard, or would you prefer to wait in the lounge?"

"Oh, I'll come along." He ran a hand teasingly across Fox's shoulder. "Can't let this one get too much stronger than me, can I now?" There was the faint hint of Ireland in Ethan's voice. Fox doubted that anyone could tell the difference between his voice and Connor's without a voice print.

They received a key, and went into the locker room. Daniel had locker 36, and Fox located it. It was a full sized one, with plenty of room to hang up both his and Ethan's clothes neatly. Hangers were provided. "Class operation, all the way."

Ethan was stripping out of his clothes. "They'll steam press your stuff for you while you work out, if you ask. Come on, Daniel. Before the lunch hour crowd t up up all the good equipment."

Bare chested, he was hanging up his jacket. As he finished speaking, he started to unbuckle his pants. Fox turned away and began undressing himself. Daniel's an exhibitionist. Don't act shy, don't hesitate. Just be casual.

When he turned back to get his own set of workout clothes out of the bag, Ethan was just pulling a T-shirt over his head. Fox watched as his head popped through, and he gave it a quick shake, tossing the shaggy black hair out of his eyes.

Sitting down on a bench, Bridger began to pull on a pair of athletic shoes. "Danny, as luscious as you look in your briefs, I don't think they'll let you in the weight room like that."

Fox scrambled into the shorts and T-shirt, put away his own clothes, locked the locker, and followed Ethan out into the gym.

Fox looked around. There seemed to be every expensive, state-of-the- art exercise machine in existence. Ethan went to one immediately and began doing leg lifts. After a moment's thought, Fox chose a treadmill. He wasn't much for pumping iron, but he jogged on a regular basis.

He started off slowly, then set a good, steady medium pace, and settled in for his run. Ethan chose machines where he could keep an eye on his partner. It was nice, having something to watch while he went through the mindless repititions. Fox ran with long legged grace, muscles flowing smoothly. He seemed to have good stamina, that could come in handy. Ethan grinned to himself. Could come in handy in a LOT of situations.

Fox jogged, never looking left or right. Well, never turning his head. If he cut his eyes sideways, he could still see Ethan. The dark haired spy went through a thorough set of exercises, working por portion of his body. Fox usually didn't think much about his own body, but Ethan made him feel very aware of himself for some reason.

He found himself comparing his own lankiness to Ethan's compact, muscular frame. Usually he saw his height as an advantage, if he thought about it at all. But Ethan made him feel gawky.

Ethan paused in his exertions. Dark, damp patches had bloomed on his T-shirt: under arms, across the chest and back, around the neckline. His face was beaded with perspiration. He pulled off the shirt, and used it to wipe his face and throat.

Fox felt a sudden surge of warmth, and reached out quickly to the treadmill's controls, raising the speed. He went from a trot to a run. Ethan watched Fox, his face enigmatic. Then he called, "That's enough for now, Danny."

Fox ignored him, and kept on pounding to nowhere on the treadmill. Frowning, Ethan got up and went to him. He dialed the speed down to medium, then low, then shut it off. Fox slowed with the treadmill, finally stopping and letting the moving belt carry him back off of the machine.

Ethan moved in close to the panting man, peering up into his face. "I said that was enough. Jesus, man, are you trying to kill yourself?"
Fox didn't answer, just staring at him, breath still ragged. Ethan said softly, "Tell me, Danny boy. Were your running AWAY from something, or running to it?"

Fox silently turned and went to the locker room. He was siiting on the bench when Ethan entered. Ethan stuffed his now damp and fragrant shirt into the bag, and pulled off his shorts.

"Well?"

Fox cut his eyes at him. "I'll wait till I get home to shower."

Ethan put his hands on his hips. "The hell you say. You're not getting in my jag in the state you're in, Ballard. Now get your round little ass under the shower and clean up."

"Fine!" Fox stood, and angrily began to strip out of his clothes. Ethan watched as he slammed the athletic shoes into the bag, jerked off the T-shirt, and skinned his shorts down. "Happy?"

"Ecstatic. But we can't shower in our briefs either, can we?" Ethan stepped out of his briefs, dropping them in the bag, and headed toward the shower, calling over his shoulder. "Bring the shampoo out of the bag, would you?"

Fox stayed where he was for a moment, and found himself swaying slightly on his feet. This is a public locker room, Mulder. Nothing is going to happen here.

He removed his own underpants and found the shampoo in the bag. He took a deep breath, cast his eyes toward the ceiling, and murmured, "Please, God, I'm begging you. Don't let me get a hard on."

A gym this fancy, and they didn't have private showers. Didn't it just figure? It was a typical communal shower; a large tiled area with a row of shower heads, and drains set at intervals in the floor. Ethan was under one of the sprays, in the process of scrubbing a bar of soap into a washcloth. His legs were already dripping with foam, which was washing away under the falling water.

As Fox stepped into the tiled area, he began on his arms. Glancing at Fox, he said, "You can put it on the shelf over here."

Mulder placed the shampoo on the shelf that hung on the wall near Ethan. Then he turned on the showerhead next to him, adjusting the water to a cool spray. He was tempted to use ice cold water, but was afraid that would be just a bit too obvious. There were wash cloths and fresh soap on the shelf also, and Fox helped himself and began to wash, working quickly.

He had to get this over with, and get out of there, fast. He kept his eyes lowered so he wouldn't see Ethan gliding the cloth over his chest, down his torso. He closed his eyes completely when it reached Ethan's groin, putting his head back and letting the spray hit him full in the face.

His eyes flew open when someone nudged him. Ethan, a pool of clear gel in the palm of his hand, was offering the shampoo bottle to Fox. Mulder took it numbly as Bridger slicked the shampoo into his own hair and started to scrub, working up a lather.

Fox followed suit, and had another excuse to close his eyes, so he wouldn't get soap in them. He heard Ethan's shower cut off as he put his head back under his own spray to rinse. He was startled when Ethan spoke, very close to him. "You keep your eyes closed a lot, don't you, Danny boy?"

Fox opened his eyes to find a naked Ethan Bridger, towel draped over his shoulders, standing beside him. Ethat reached over and shut off the taps, and the shower drizzled to a stop. He was studying Fox. Neither moved.

Ethan lifted the towel from his own neck, and draped it around Fox's. He took one end of it, and gently swabbed beads of water from Fox's face and throat. He said quietly, "Time to go home." He took another towel from the pile on the shelf, turned, and went out to the locker room.

Fox braced a hand against the wall and closed his eyes. Oh, God. At least I waited till he left the room to start to get hard. He quickly wrapped the towel around his waist, grabbed another one, and walked out, tousling his hair. Ethan was half dressed by the time he got there.

Fox made sure to keep his back to the other man while he got into his briefs, and tugged on his pants. He left them unfastened as he put on his shirt, wanting to be able to get the tail inside neatly. As he started to button the shirt, Ethan stepped over and pushed his hands away.

Silently, he buttoned Fox's shirt, concentrating on the motion of his hands, slipping the buttons into the holes. When it was done, he smoothed his hands down Fox's chest.

Then holding the waist band of his pants in his left hand, he carefully tucked the shirt tail in at the back, then at the sides. Then down in front. And his hand closed over Fox's semi-hard cock, gently but firmly.

Fox gasped softly, looking into his face. Ethan returned his stare, expression calm, but green eyes almost glowing. Slowly and deliberately, he stroked. Fox shuddered. Ethan nodded, then released him.

He zipped up Fox's pants, closed them, and buckled his belt, then handed him his blazer, all without saying a word. Fox just stood there as Ethan packed the rest of their things in the bag and closed it.

Ethan lifted the bag in one hand, took Fox's arm with the other, and led him out of the locker room. It stretched out to be one of the longest silences Fox had ever experienced with another person. Not a word was said the entire ride home, or during the walk upstairs to the apartment.

As Ethan set down the bag and locked the door, Fox laid his jacket on the table and went directly into the kitchen. He got a beer out of the refrigerator and opened it, leaning back against the cool metal. He drank half of it quickly, risking another cold headache, but not caring. He had to do something.

Ethan came into the kitchen, and walked over to him. He stood, almost toe to toe with Fox. Just stood. Watching.

Nervously, Fox rubbed the glass of the bottle across his forehead, trying to cool what felt like a fever. Ethan took the bottle away from him, tipped it to his own lips, and drank off the rest, then set it aside on the counter. He reached up and stroked Fox's moist brow, pushing his hair up off his forehead. "Have you ever been with another man before?"

Fox shook his head.

"There's something I need to tell you." He looked Mulder squarely in the eyes. "My name's not Bridger. It's Hunt."

Fox blinked, then his lips lifted slightly at the corners. "All right. I guess I should have seen that one coming. What about your first name?"

"No, that's the same."

Mulder nodded. "Easier to remember, I guess. Why are you telling me now?"

"Because I like to be honest with the people I'm bedding, Mulder, and I don't often get the chance." Ethan's hand moved lightly over Mulder's face, touching feather light on cheeks, jaw, chin, finally coming to rest against his mouth. With one fingertip Ethan traced the lines of the FBI agent's mouth. His hand cupped Fox's jaw, and his thumb teased at his full lower lip. "Are you all right with this?"

Fox's voice was low. "Who are you talking to, Ethan? Me? Or Daniel? Is this for the mission?" There was an almost painfully naked look in Mulder's eyes, and Ethan knew exactly what he needed to hear. He was glad that it was also the truth of the situation.

"This is for Ethan Hunt. And it's Fox Mulder I want to take to my bed. That's all. But I need you to tell me you're okay with this, Fox."

Fox closed his eyes briefly. "Fuck, Ethan. I don't even know what this is. But I do want it."

Ethan's hands slid up into Fox's soft, slightly damp hair. "Then all you have to do is relax, Fox. This time, just let me take care of you."

He pulled Fox's face down, tilting his own up, and pressed their lips together. The touch was different than a woman's. Hunt's lips were smooth, and firm, and they moved ever so slightly against Fox's own.

Fox felt the warm, damp touch of a tongue, and he opened his mouth to allow Ethan access. Ethan made small, shallow licks into Fox's mouth, teasing him, then slid in and began a slow exploration. Fox felt Ethan lean in against him, measuring his shorter body against Fox's tall frame.

Fox put his arms around the other man, running his hands up and down Ethan's back as the kiss slowly deepened. Then Ethan pulled back a little, and began nipping lightly at Fox's lips, and chin.

Mulder groaned, and tried to reach up under Hunt's jacket. Ethan shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor, and began to unbutton Mulder's shirt. He spread the sides open and bent over, dropping a kiss precisely at the point where Fox's collar bones joined, flicking his tongue into the hollow of his throat.

Ethan licked at Fox's neck, moving up to nuzzle his ear. He moved his hands up to Fox's chest and pressed them flat, fingers spread, then scratched lightly. Fox gasped as nails grazed his nipples.

Ethan took Fox's earlobe between his teeth as he toyed with the stiffening points, stroking and pinching. No one had ever played with him like this, and he was amazed at the sweep of carnal pleasure that was washing over him. He was beginning to feel drunk with it.

Ethan was loving this. Damn, he's so sweet, and sensitive. He reacts to everything. Shit, Ethan, you're gonna be his first time. Make it good for him. Make him want more. Make him want you.

Ethan rubbed his cheek against Fox's, and Fox turned his head blindly, seeking Ethan's mouth with his own. Again they kissed, and this time Fox was an active participant. His tongue met Ethan's, sliding and stoking, and he made tiny sounds in the back of his throat that sent a bolt of pure lust through Hunt's body.

When the kiss broke this time, both men were breathing faster. Ethan pressed his face to Fox's chest, fastening his lips around one nipple and sucking strongly. Fox whined, arching to him, and Ethan nibbled before moving over to the other side and repeating the process.

He moved his mouth down the center of Fox's torso, drawing a wet trail, pausing at the belly button to lick and tickle. Then he looked up into Fox's face and slowly, gracefully sank to his s bs before the older man. He reached up and began to unbuckle Fox's belt. "I'm going to suck you, Mulder. I've been wanting to taste you ever since you walked into Skinner's office, and now I'm going to do it."

Fox watched Ethan's hands work. The button was slipped from it's seat, the zipper drawn down. Ethan reached into the gap he'd created. Once again his hand closed over Mulder's cloth covered penis. This time, it was fully erect, and pushed out with almost aware eagerness to meet his hand.

"You're hard," Ethan said quietly. "And you're hard for me, aren't you?"

"Yes." Fox whispered.

Ethan hooked his fingers in the waist band of Fox's underwear and peeled them down. Reaching in, he eased Mulder's heated cock over the elastic band, gently working the balls over the barrier, too.

He blew a hot breath across it, and Mulder shivered. "Oh, god. Please, Ethan."

"Yes, baby." Ethan held Mulder's shaft, put out his tongue, and delicately lapped at the full, rosy head. Clear fluid oozed from the tear shaped slit at the tip, and Ethan used his fingertips to spread it over the glans, leaving them moist and glistening. Then he bent and fitted his mouthr Mur Mulder's cock head, sucking softly.

Fox's hands splayed on the refrigerator behind him, scrabbling at the smooth surface as Ethan moved down, gradually taking half of his dick into the hot wetness of his mouth. Ethan's hands moved, pumping the bottom of his staff, and carefully squeezing his scrotum, rolling his balls together gently.

Fox had gotten head before, but it paled beside this experience. He watched in a sensual fog as Ethan's dark head bobbed up and down. Ethan pulled off, leaving Mulder's hard on spit shiny, and licked it from root to crown, swirling his tongue in intricate patterns. Then he followed the same path up, grazing lightly with his teeth.

He looked up at Fox with a wicked grin. "You like that, Foxy?"

Fox swore, and Ethan laughed. "Fuck yeah, I like it. Tell me your not a fucking tease, Hunt."

Ethan's eyes glittered. "No, I'm not a tease. I deliver. When you come, don't you dare try to pull out, do you hear me? I want every drop of come you have. Now, you just hang on to something, Fox. I'm gonna rock your world."

He plunged down suddenly, deep throating him. Fox gave a strangled cry. Unable to stop himself, he thrust forward strongly. Ethan reached back and grabbed his ass, not pulling away, sucking hard. Fox buried his hands in Ethan's hair, and bucked his hips. He was vaguely worried about choking the other man, but so lost in a frenzy of lust that he couldn't have stopped if his life depended on it.

It didn't matter. Ethan took everything Fox gave him, and demanded more. He'd been waiting for this for a long time, and he simply devoured the other man. The pleasure was so intense that Fox was almost weeping. He gasped as he plunged in and out of the steamyradiradise. "Oh... god. So good. So good!" He felt his balls draw up tight, and shouted, "Ethan!"

It was both a warning, and a plea. His orgasm hit him like an electric jolt, followed by a wave of fire. It roared through him, and he came harder than he ever had before.

Ethan's hands clamped on Fox's ass, squeezing and kneading the firm cheeks, drawing him even tighter into his oral embrace as he felt the first jolt of come hit the back of his throat. He sucked and swallowed greedily, drinking the other man's essence, nose buried in the brown curls of Fox's pubic hair. There was another, slightly weaker spurt, then another. The taste, slightly bitter and so very, very Fox, filled him.

He was pressed against Mulder's legs, and he could feel them trembling. Fox was on the verge of having his knees give out. Ethan let the softening cock slide out of his mouth, and leaned his head against Fox's thigh, catching his breath.

Mulder still had his hands in Ethan's hair, and they moved gently, stroking him. Ethan smiled against Fox's leg, then moved to lick his sticky cock clean. Finally he stood up, and put his arms around the now trembling man, supporting him.

Fox wrapped his arms around Ethan, burying his face against the younger man's neck. "I didn't know," he whispered. "I never imagined."

"I know." Ethan whispered back.

"You... Ethan, you didn't..." He looked at Ethan, then said simply. "You didn't."

Ethan kissed him. "This time was for you." He rested his forehead against Fox's, gazing into his eyes, and smiled. "Don't worry. The next time will be for me."