Good-bye by Little Eva

Plot I: Good-bye
by Little Eva

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Good-bye by Little Eva

AD Walter Skinner opened his front door and frowned at the man standing outside. His facial muscles did not betray his surprise, nor his contempt. They stood there, staring at each other for awhile. Finally, the man outside spoke.

"May I come in?" Frank Black said.

Walter threw open the door but said nothing. Frank entered the house and Walter closed the door behind him.

"I was making some coffee," Walter said.

Frank Black noticed that Walter was dressed in black sweat pants, and a black sweat shirt, he knew the man had just come in from a run, he always had coffee after he ran. Frank just nodded and followed Walter into the kitchen, a large and sunny room filled with brand new furnishings, a lot of chrome; it was kind of strange that such an old house had a brand new kitchen, it almost didn't seem right. The house was quiet, the only sounds were the occasional creaking of the foundation and the heartbeats of the two men.

Walter poured himself some coffee then poured a cup for Frank, the way he liked it, just a spot of milk and no sugar. Frank took it, and sat at the counter.

"Thank you," he said. He sipped the coffee and gave himself a half smile. Walter always knew how to make a good cup of coffee. "How are things going?"

Walter stood three chairs away from Frank, at the counter. "You know. Sharon and I are going through with the divorce."

"I'd heard that, I wasn't sure."

Walter cleared his throat. "How's Catherine?"

"Fine. She's fine, Joanie's fine."

"They're excited about the move?" Walter said roughly.

Frank stared at him. "Walter, look. I'm sorry you had to find out from others. I was going to tell you myself..."

"Were you? I thought you were just going to leave."

"That's not my style Walter."

"I didn't think that quitting was your style either."

Frank sighed. "You know why I quit, Walter."

"Because of that nut sending you Polaroids of Catherine? Shit Frank, we'll catch him."

Frank shook his head. Walter studied him. "That's not the real reason you quit," he said accusingly. "Goddamn Polaroids. You're not the first special agent to get stalked by some psycho, and it's probably not a psycho at all, probably just someone trying to spook you. You and I both know why you're leaving."

"Walter, it's not because of you...us..."

"Bullshit Frank."

"It doesn't have anything to do with you Walt. When it was just Catherine it was alright, I told myself that it was different with you, but now I have a kid, I don't want to raise her around secrets."

"Everybody has secrets Frank. I never told Sharon about us. Did you tell Catherine?"

Frank sighed deeply. "No."

"You're leaving Frank, because you want to run away from who you are. I know the feeling, I was shocked when I realized I found *both* men and women attractive, but I've accepted it. You haven't." Walter turned away and walked to the chrome sink. He poured the remainder of his coffee down the drain, pushed his glasses up a fraction and rubbed his eyes.

Frank Black put his cup down. He got out of the chair and stood next to Walter. "It's not easy for me, leaving you," he whispered softly, "you know how I feel."

Walter grasped the sink, Frank's husky whisper was starting to turn him on, and he didn't want to give him that satisfaction. Walter turned his face to look at him, Frank ran his hand down Walter's cheek, then traced his lips with a finger, Walter opened his mouth slightly, drawing Frank's finger inside, he sucked on the other man's finger furiously, pulling him into an embrace. Frank removed his finger, grasped Walter's face with both hands and kissed him. Their first kiss was slow, easy, but they escalated the intensity, as their passion mounted. Frank grabbed Walter's hips and pulled him close, their erections met and rubbed against each other. Frank pushed Walter against the wall, grinding his hips into him. Walter sighed and let himself be swept away by the passion.

In Walter Skinner's relationships, with both men and women, he was the one who was always in control, he made the decision, he set the pace, that was before Frank Black came along. Though their pursuit of one another was mutual, it was Frank who made the first move sexually, and it was always Frank who set the pace. Walter had never let another dominate him in his life, but he'd wanted Frank so much that he didn't care that first time. Frank was gentle, he'd never hurt him, Walter trusted him and he learned that submission meant he didn't have to run the show all the times, he could relax and let someone else take charge.

Their rhythm had grown more frantic as they gripped each other's hips, moaning loudly, driving towards release. Walter felt orgasm approach, he gasped and pushed Frank away from him with all the strength he was able to muster. Frank, sweating and panting, stared at him, stunned.

"I need a shower," was all Walter could say.

Frank nodded, understanding. Without a word, the two men left the kitchen and went up to the second floor, where the master bedroom and bathroom were located.

The bedroom was very large, and old fashioned, with a king sized four poster bed, a hundred year old mahogany desk and dresser. The carpet was dark green, as were the curtains that Walter now closed. The two men removed their clothes. Walter folded his up neatly and placed them on the bed, while Frank let his drop on the floor. Walter smiled and wondered if Catherine minded cleaning up after him, he never did.

When both men were naked, Frank drew Walter in for an embrace, their erections rubbed hungrily against each other, as their hands explored the swell of each other's muscles. They kissed hungrily, Frank starting to lead Walter to the bed, but he managed to shake his head again.

"Shower first, remember?"

Frank removed Walter's glasses and rubbed the top of his head. "Mr. Clean," he smiled.

Walter's bathroom too was modern, very large with white and black tiles on both the walls and the floors, the towels were deep, dark, masculine colors. The shower itself was immense, with room for more than two people. Walter knew that from experience, but that was before he met Frank. The nozzle was turned to massage and the hot water stroked and caressed the two men's bodies. Frank slowly began to stroke Walter's erection, then reached back and massaged his scrotum, slowly, carefully, almost torturing the other man. Walter groaned loudly and backed against the wall, throwing his head back and closing his eyes tightly.

"Walter," Frank whispered.

Walter could only gasp and move his hips. He wanted Frank to go faster, but Frank wouldn't have any of it, and he continued to stroke Walter, carefully, slowly. Walter tried to grasp Frank's erection, but he moved around so it was out of Walter's reach.

"Oh...God Frank...." Walter moaned, straining for release.

"What...what do you want me to do..."

"Please....I want you inside me....please..."

After a few seconds, Frank nodded. "Alright," he whispered. He turned Walter around so he faced the wall. Walter placed his palms on the tiles, to brace himself. With the hot water acting as a lubricant, Frank entered Walter, Walter moved his hips backward, to try and get more of him.

"Patience, patience," Frank said.

With agonizing slowness, Frank moved completely inside Walter, the other man grunted his approval. Then, Frank reached around Walter and grabbed his penis with his right hand, while the other hand grasped the shower railing. Gradually, Frank moved in and out of Walter, stroking his penis in the same rhythm. Walter closed his eyes and moved his hips, trying to force the man to go faster. Walter's urgency turned Frank on, and he increased his rhythm slightly, increasing his hand job on Walter as well.

"Oh...Frank...Oh...God...Frank...it feels fucking great...." Walter moaned.

Frank shut his eyes tightly. Talking during sex was his weakness and Walter knew it. He moved faster inside the other man, now wrapping his left arm around Walter's waist as Walter's firm buttocks slapped against his skin. The shower was filled with steam and the hot water pulsated on them and Frank pumped vigorously into Walter's anus which was beginning to contract. Frank felt Walter's testicles tighten and knew he was almost there. Walter moaned loudly as orgasm was in his reach, he grabbed the shower railing and closed his eyes tightly as madness approached and he came and sprayed into Frank's hand as the other man milked him dry. The sensation of the hot release into Frank's hand coupled with Walter's anus contracting madly at the moment of climax sent Frank over the edge himself. "Walter! Oh God Walter!" Frank cried as he came inside Walter's body. Walter turned around quickly, so quickly that some of Frank's release sprayed on his stomach, Frank smiled and pulled Walter into a kiss as the hot water and steam enveloped them.

A half hour later, both men stood, fully dressed, back in the kitchen. Walter looked away as Frank stared at him. Reality was now apparent once again.

"I can't make you change your mind," Walter said.

Frank just shook his head.

"Even if I found that Polaroid guy," Walter said.

"Walter, I don't know. Catherine and I are from Seattle, it's a wonderful place to raise a child."

"No secrets."

Frank nodded.

Walter allowed himself one quick look at Frank, but knew if he lingered too much, he'd run the risk of being too emotional.

"I better go," Frank said.

Walter looked at the floor. Frank came over to him, as if looking for one last kiss, but Walter shook his head. "Go," he said.

Frank cleared his throat, and nodded. "I'll let myself out," he said.

Walter Skinner continued staring down, at the floor, and didn't look up again until he heard the front door slam and Frank Black's car drive away. Then, Walter rubbed his eyes again and made himself another cup of coffee.

THE END

Continued in Plot II: Perceptions

Plot I: Good-byeby Little Eva