Untitled (How Does It Feel) By Jenna There’s been a game circulating on Livejournal: readers choose a user’s icon and request a fic based on it. This one was at JourneyToX’s request, based on this icon: This is smutty smut. Smutty, smutty smut. (I’d also like to add I’ll still take requests for an icon fic. You can leave a comment at my LJ or here.) ------------------- He’d given her the key months ago and said, “Any time, day or night.” As far as gestures of friendship went it was quite touching. She had used the key a few times–quite a few times–but not recently. Not in the past few weeks. He didn’t seem to mind: their partnership was strong as ever and friendship just as quietly comforting. If he was disappointed that she hadn’t spent the night recently he hadn’t said a word about it. But she needed him tonight. His big bed and earthy, masculine scent was always the cure for when her mind raced too quickly to sleep. Scully locked the door to Doggett’s house behind her and climbed the stairs to his bedroom. The lights were off throughout the house but she’d seen the light from his bedroom window when she drove up, and she knew the way. She climbed the stairs more quickly when she heard him groan. He might be sick–he might have slipped, might have fallen–he’d been attacked at his house before– She stopped in the bedroom doorway and pressed her fingers to her mouth. Doggett was not sick, not hurt, and not alone. Two bodies rocked on his bed, and while she knew Doggett’s strong, lean legs, and long feet, there was no mistaking those strong shoulders, that firm ass and broad back on top of him. She’d begun to think she would someday find Doggett in someone else’s arms, but never imagined it would be the arms of Walter Skinner. She knew she should leave as quietly as she had come, but she was mesmerized by the sight of Skinner’s muscled back flexing and Doggett’s fingers digging into Skinner’s buttocks as he thrust. She wanted a better view. She wanted to see more. She must have made a sound, a whimper or something, because Skinner suddenly stopped and threw himself off Doggett’s body, his chest heaving. Doggett’s eyes opened and he sat up. They both stared at her. Doggett spoke first. “Hey, Dana.” “Hey,” she whispered. They both were slick with sweat, skin flushed, fully aroused cocks dark and heavy between their legs. Scully licked her lips. “You okay?” he said gently, and he looked at Skinner who still seemed unable to speak. Skinner nodded and managed a smile when Doggett ran an affectionate hand over his head. Skinner’s eyes were still on Scully, though, as if he expected her to start screaming. “Please don’t stop,” she said quickly. “You–you both are so–magnificent. Beautiful.” “You hear that?” Doggett said to Skinner, grinning. “We’re beautiful.” “Who’d have thought,” Skinner murmured, finally starting to relax. She should go, she knew she should, she should let them finish making love–"Let me watch,” she blurted, stunned at her own audacity. Skinner’s eyes widened again but Doggett started to smile. “I bet we can do better than that. Is that all right with you?” he asked Skinner. “John,” Skinner said, “I’ve never–I mean, a threesome?” “I’ve never had one either,” Doggett said, and asked Scully, “You?” “Never,” she said. Her heart had begun to race when Doggett invited her into bed with them–now it went into quadruple time, and her nipples tightened enough for her to gasp. “But I want to.” Doggett’s hand stroked Skinner’s thigh, and he said to him, “It’s up to you.” “Do you want this, John?” “Very much.” Scully began to work on the buttons of her blouse, but stopped, realizing that Skinner had still not said yes or no. They both were waiting for him to answer, and he seemed too shocked to find one. He put his hand on top of Doggett’s and his eyes traveled Scully up and down. Finally he said, “Take off your clothes,” and Scully couldn’t help but smile. She stripped quickly and crawled into bed between them–but paused, unsure of what to do next. Would one be insulted if she kissed the other first? Should she lie between them, let them do whatever they liked to her, to each other? Meantime Skinner had stripped off the used condom and thrown it into the garbage, and got out more from the bedside table drawer. And Doggett was touching her gently, his fingers through her hair and over her shoulders, her breasts. “You two have slept together before,” Skinner said in a low voice. “Yeah,” Doggett said. “Manwhore,” Skinner said, teasing this time, and he grinned at Scully. “We aims to please,” Doggett replied, smiling lazily. He pulled Scully to him, her back to his chest, and ran his warm palm down the front of her body. She inhaled, trembling, and was pleased to see that Skinner’s eyes had darkened again and his arousal was even more prominent. She reached out and stroked his cheekbone with her thumb, smiling when he turned his head to kiss her palm. Doggett turned back Scully’s head to give her a deep, wet kiss, cupping her face his hand. Her eyes closed in ecstasy and she felt Skinner’s mouth slide up her arm as Doggett’s tongue swept around her mouth. She curled her arm to cup Skinner’s head as his mouth moved from shoulder to neck, licked her throbbing artery and the base of her throat. All the while Doggett kissed her, his mouth hot, his hands moving over her body, his chest heaving behind her back. Breathless, he broke off the kiss, still caressing Scully’s face. “We’ve slept together,” he told Skinner, who stopped kissing Scully and watched Doggett speak, still stroking her belly. “Sometimes Scully shows up in the middle of the night and says Hold me, so I do. That’s been pretty much it ’til now. She’s kissed me once or twice.” “He said I love you once,” Scully said, since they were playing True Confessions. Skinner’s gaze flicked from Doggett’s face to hers, and he smiled. “He does, you know. I think we all do, a little.” She smiled too, stroking his head. “I love you all too,” she said softly. “A little.” “Can I kiss you?” Skinner said. “Please do,” and he did, holding her face in the V of his hand and his tongue eager in her mouth. One of Doggett’s hands left Scully’s body and rested on the back of Skinner’s neck. She felt awash in sensation: Doggett’s hand squeezing her breast, his mouth on her neck, Skinner’s mouth on hers, kissing her as if only she could sate his hunger and quench his thirst. His big hands molded to her hips, spanned her waist, wrapped around her thighs. Hesitated, then pushed them apart and stroked the soft skin between. Scully pulled her mouth away and rested her forehead against Skinner’s, panting. Doggett stopped kissing her too, whispering, “Do you need to stop?” “No. Just a minute.” She looked into Skinner’s eyes, their warm steady gaze and the sudden patience on his face. She smiled at him. “It’s okay. I’m okay.” He kissed her sweetly. “Do you need me to go?” “No! No.” She kissed him, pulling him to her. “I’ve just never done this before. It’s so much to feel.” “It is,” Skinner murmured, stroking her face with the backs of his fingers. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. “Just . . . feel,” Doggett said in the same low tone, and his hands stroked her too, breasts and stomach and hips, thighs. Between her thighs, between her lower lips, stroking her slow and firm. “If you stay stop, we’ll stop. If you say don’t, we won’t. Whatever you want, we want to give to you.” Scully moaned, her hips pushing against his hand. Whatever she wanted? She didn’t know what she wanted except this–more of this–much more of this– “You,” she said, “I want both of you, both at once– can we do that? Both of you?” Skinner groaned, burying her head in her breasts. “Wouldn’t that hurt you?” Doggett said. She looked at him over her shoulder: concern lined his face, lust had turned his cheeks ruddy and his eyes dark. She cupped his cheek. “I’ll tell you if it does–but it won’t.” He kissed her hand and said to Skinner, “Is there any lube left?” “Half the tube.” He slapped the tube into Doggett’s hand along with a still-wrapped condom, and Doggett leaned over her to kiss him. The sight made Scully’s already-racing heart pound even harder, and she touched where their mouths joined with her fingertips. Skinner took her finger into his mouth and sucked on it, and she felt both his and Doggett’s tongues caress her finger. Skinner’s cock was heavy against her stomach and Doggett’s was hot against her ass. Yes, she wanted this–to be pressed between them, to be filled throughout her body. She heard one condom wrapper tear open and then another, and Skinner kissed her again, his tongue thrusting against her teeth. Doggett’s hand was between her legs again, stroking her while Skinner squeezed her breasts and kissed her mouth. Or was it Skinner’s hand between her legs, Doggett’s tongue in her mouth–no, it was his mouth sliding down her spine and Skinner’s heavy chest under her palms–Skinner’s cock between her lips, Doggett’s mouth sucking her clit– It was so much, too much–she was coming and she couldn’t stop it, couldn’t fight it–her fingers dug into Skinner’s thighs, her legs shook, and Doggett’s tongue still didn’t stop moving. Skinner pulled away first and threw himself down at her side. She pushed on Doggett’s shoulders until finally he raised his head. “What?” “Let me catch my breath.” Slowly he smirked at her. “No. I want to keep you gasping.” He started to lower his head again, but this time Skinner stopped him. “Let her rest,” he said firmly. “It’s not very late. There’s plenty of time for more later.” Scully felt herself shiver. More. Yes. “Okay,” Doggett said indulgently and crawled up the bed to lie at her other side. He laid his head on her shoulder and Scully curled her arm to stroke his hair. Her head was on Skinner’s chest and he was stroking her hair too, his fingers gentle and soothing. He said softly, “I don’t know how to do this. I really don’t. I don’t want this to be–sordid.” Scully rubbed her cheek against his chest, not knowing what to say. Doggett said, in a tone that hinted he’d said things like this before, “Walter, it’s not sordid. It’s just us. Whatever we do, it’s just us.” He reached across Scully’s body to stroke Skinner’s hip. “I’ve mostly been worried about Dana but if you’re not sure–” “I am,” Skinner said hastily. “I’m sure and I’m here and I’m–” he inhaled–"I want to do do this.” He put his hand on top of Doggett’s, and Scully smiled to herself: whatever their relationship was, there was a great deal of tenderness involved. She put her hand on top of both of theirs, caressing first one thumb and then the other. “Do you trust me?” she asked Skinner, her voice soft. “You know I do.” “Then follow my lead.” She turned over and pushed him onto his back, and climbed on top of him. “Oh, baby,” Doggett breathed beside them. She flicked a mischievous smile at him then focused on Skinner, his parted lips and taut nipples. She kissed him, scratching her fingers through his thick chest hair, smiling as his breathing once more quickened and he wrapped his hands around her waist. “Scully,” he groaned when her mouth left his to kiss his chest and suck his nipples. He squeezed her breasts, brushing the tips with his thumbs. “This is for you,” Scully admonished him, holding onto his wrists. He shook his head and smiled. “This is for all of us.” He brought her hands to her sides and then behind her back, kissing her, as she balanced on her knees. She felt Doggett’s hand on her leg: it slid up her thigh to her buttocks which he parted with gentle fingers. He had coated them with lubricant but still she inhaled sharply when he began to press inside her. His fingers withdrew at once and he kissed the small of her back. “Relax, baby,” he whispered to her. “Stay relaxed.” She nodded: she knew he was right, it would hurt less if she was relaxed. He’d given her an orgasm with his mouth with that intention. She looked down at Skinner, who smiled too and released her wrists. “You’re free to change your mind.” She shook her head. “I want this. I trust you.” She took Skinner’s cock in her hand and laughed aloud at its enthusiastic jump at her touch. “Hello to you too,” she murmured and lifted her hips just enough to take him into her waiting, eager heat. Skinner was smiling too, his eyes squeezed shut and low moans in his throat. His hands skimmed her back and her belly. “Lie down,” he whispered, pulling her flat against him. She obeyed him, her breasts crushed against his chest, still rolling her hips, biting her lips at the exquisite fullness of him. She felt Doggett kneeling behind them, between her legs and Skinner’s. She felt his mouth, his tongue and his teeth, exploring her shoulders and her spine. She felt his fingers again gently part her buttocks and begin to spread the lubricant, preparing her, and she trembled, staring into Skinner’s eyes. He cupped her face, stroked her forehead so tenderly she smiled. Doggett’s first thrust made her cry out, and he bent over her to whisper in her ear. “Relax, honey. Let your body accept me. Tell me if it hurts too much.” “It doesn’t hurt,” she breathed. “It doesn’t hurt.” She looked into Skinner’s eyes, resting her weight on her elbows she she could caress his head. He was smiling too, dazedly, and he licked her lower lip. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, and she smiled too. She threw back her head, still smiling, as Skinner’s hips rolled beneath her and Doggett’s thrust from behind. She felt . . . everything. It was a burning sort of pleasure in her ass and sweet heavy slickness between her legs. Both men were groaning–Doggett’s hands were stroking her back and hips, Skinner’s squeezed her breasts, and then their hands met at her waist. She felt their fingers intertwine and they held hands as they fucked her. Scully didn’t expect to come again–this was for them, her two lovers–but still she groaned against Skinner’s neck, shattering in his arms. Skinner kissed her, wrapping his fingers in her hair, and kept his eyes locked with hers until he too cried out and thrust hard and fast until his body went still. Doggett, more quietly, just breathed, “Dana,” and draped his body over hers. They all breathed together, and it was perfect. End.