Pecking Order

“Alex, you’ve been sitting on the fence for hours contemplating the chickens. What gives?” Walter asked his lover as he came out of the kitchen door into the barnyard.

“Have you ever noticed that the chickens really do have some sort of order to their madness when they run out of the coop into the yard looking for feed?”

“No, Alex, I don’t think I ever have. The thought has never occurred to me to study our chickens. Why do you ask?” Walter was beginning to get a little worried at Alex’s odd behavior.

“I used to think that when I opened the coop door, the girls would run out all at once. Then I noticed that Henrietta is always the first one out and the last one in. Betsy and Annie are usually together while poor little Prissy is always alone. Bette and Scully....”

“Krycek, you named one of the chickens Scully?” Walter’s eyes grew large in disbelief.

“Look at her, Walter. She’s petite, with rusty red feathers and rather pushy,” Alex observed. Scully was currently clucking at a bold little sparrow who had the nerve to land in the yard looking for a stray grain of chicken feed.

“What does the pecking order of our ornery chickens have to do with the price of eggs?”

“Nothing but since moving here I’ve had lots of time to think and reflect.”

“I’m not sure if I want to know,” Walter said with a chuckle, not wanting to insult his lover. Then something did occur to Walter. “Babe, are you regretting your decision to move here with me? Do you miss living in the big city?”

Alex jumped down off the fence, stretched out his spine then walked into his lover’s arms.

“No, Walter, there’s nothing out there that I miss. On the contrary, I’ve grown to appreciate the simplicity and orderliness of our lives here. Including the chickens.”

Walter required no further explanation from Alex. The ex-warriors had long left behind a world of pain, horror and death, barely escaping with their lives and their sanity intact. The lovers kissed, deeply, passionately as if trying to merge into one being. They broke apart only when air became an absolute imperative.

“Let’s take this back inside,” Walter said in a low husky voice making Alex smile, his green eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

“Go get ready for me. I’ll be with you in a moment. I want to put down some more feed for the girls.”

Walter nodded, gave Alex another kiss then headed back into the house. Alex picked up the bucket of chicken feed and began to throw handfuls about the yard.

“There you go, girls,” Alex murmured gently to his feathered friends. “Enjoy.” Alex hung the bucket on its hook just inside the door to the coop, bid the hens an adieu then sprinted back into the house.

Stripping off his dusty clothes, Alex took a quick shower before joining his lover in their bed.

The two tall men rolled around, jockeying for dominance. Their relationship was one of equal footing although Alex often took the bottom roll in deference to the older man. Alex’s ‘warped’ sense of honor, which often had him in trouble with his employers as well as his enemies, came into play. Walter Skinner had once been his superior; Alex would never forget that fact.

“Mmm,” Walter purred as Alex entered him slowly. Alex molded his body to the broad hairy man below him. They rocked together for what seemed like hours, fulfilling and being fulfilled until neither man could hold back his orgasm; coming within seconds of the other.

Resting for a while, the younger man retrieved a towel to clean them both. They snuggled together to ‘bask.’

“If this is the result of your study of our chickens, then perhaps I should encourage your educational pursuits,” Walter commented when his brain could formulate coherent sentences. Alex giggled at the comment in a most un-assassin-like manner. Walter rolled on top of Alex to kiss away the giggles from his lover’s kiss-swollen lips.

Alex held his lover close, relishing the solidness of Walter, of their relationship and of their life together.

“Well, I am the cock in the henhouse, Walter,” Alex whispered, as he began to kiss away the older man’s giggles.

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