The Exit: Exaiphnes Style
Written by Rachel

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm pretty unhappy about Tim's departure and now the cancellation of the show. I was trying to write a proper send-off, but it couldn't decide whether to be angsty or funny. In the midst of that process I was wondering how Tim and Mulder might handle this change of life. I had also been reading some great slash and wondered about stretching my skills there. So, what we have is this little piece that has nothing to do with Exaiphnes, but kind of does. It's written exclusively for Schism. I also need to thank the usual suspects. It's pretty lucky that you meet people who challenge you to become a better writer. I've been terribly fortunate to find Vali, Marti, Jo-Ann and Gerry. You are the best!

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on the characters and situations created by Chris Carter and owned by the Fox Network and 1013 Productions. As such, the characters named are the property of those entities and are used without permission, although no copyright infringements are intended.

"That's it!" Tim shouted as he stormed into the living room he shared with Fox Mulder. He threw his suit coat on the chair, dropped his gun and holster next to it. His partner looked up from the newspaper he was reading and peered over the glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He raised his eyebrows in question.

"I'm done," Tim said, his voice filled with uncharacteristic rage.

"Done with what?" Mulder asked, laying aside his paper.

"I have been marginalized, trivialized, mocked and dissuaded for the last time. I have always considered myself to be a very rational person, but no one should have to deal with this kind of shit. I can't take it anymore!" Mulder sat quietly watching him vent his anger. "I did it. I gave Gee my badge. I'm done. I should have never gone back, left with Frank. It's the only thing that has ever made any sense. It does make sense, doesn't it?"

"Will you be happier?" Mulder asked, maintaining a calm voice.

"I think so, I mean, I don't know. I've been a cop for so long, I'm not sure what else I'll do now," Tim responded, plopping down on the couch.

"Keep house for me?" Mulder asked, smirking.

"I don't think so, but there could be more time for some things," Tim said, matching Mulder's expression.

"Like what?" Mulder asked. Tim moved over and knelt down in front of the chair where Mulder sat. He reached up and pulled Mulder into a kiss. His tongue teased at Mulder's lips, plying them apart. His hand wrapped around the back of Mulder's head and pulled it closer as his tongue probed further into Mulder's mouth. Mulder's right arm moved across Tim's back, stroking up and down as Tim continued to kiss him more deeply.

Tim knit his fingers into Mulder's hair. Mulder's arms moved more fervently over Tim's back. Tim pushed back slightly. Mulder loosened Tim's tie, pulling it until it came out of the collar of his shirt. Tim began to work at the buttons, finally pulling himself free of the garment. As he did, Mulder pulled his gray T-shirt off.

Mulder lay down on the floor, Tim along side of him. They continued to explore one another, Tim covering first Mulder's face and then his neck with small kisses and nips. Mulder trailed his fingers down Tim's chest, touching each carefully delineated rib. His hands followed the thin line of hair leading toward the waist of Tim's pants. His fingers expertly undid the clasp. He paused as Tim moved slightly so Mulder could pull the zipper down and help him out of his dress slacks.

"Hey, do you want to move upstairs?" Tim asked, as he pulled the pants free. Mulder shook his head.

"We haven't done it in the living room for a while," he responded. Tim smiled. With all the stress at work lately, they hadn't done it much anywhere lately.

Tim rolled over on top of Mulder, resting back on his knees with a leg on either side of Mulder's waist. He leaned in close to Mulder. He leaned in and licked Mulder's ear. "How about you roll over and I'll rub your back." Mulder cocked an eye at him, but rolled over onto his stomach. Tim began to move his hands across Mulder's back, massaging at the knots in his neck and shoulders. Mulder's breath became more rapid as Tim's strong hands probed his musculature. They moved up and down in concert with each other. He ran his hands down Mulder's back until he reached the waistband of Mulder's sweatpants. He pulled the pants along with Mulder's boxers down as he began to massage Mulder's lower back and down onto his butt. Mulder moaned slightly as Tim's hands moved over the other man's hips.

Tim continued to work on Mulder, finally slipping his own boxer shorts off. He slid along Mulder's back, his erection growing. He felt Mulder shift underneath him. They rolled to the left, Tim now spooning behind Mulder. He reached around to take Mulder's phallus in his hand. He moved his hand up and down the shaft as Mulder's erection grew. He began panting more quickly. Tim's erection grew as well, poking into Mulder's back. Tim ran his hand down, gently sliding his finger into Mulder's anus. He worked his way in, Mulder relaxing to receive him. He drew in his breath as he climaxed in Tim's hand, the fluid coursing down onto his leg. Tim pulled his hand up to his mouth, tasting the sweetness of Mulder. He brought the wetness down to his own organ, lubricating naturally.

"I want you in me. Get inside me," Mulder said, moving on the floor beside Tim's body. Tim leaned in and nipped at his neck.

"Patience, my friend. Good things come to those who wait," Tim responded as he again slid his fingers into Mulder. Ready, he pushed inside, beginning a slow pumping motion which quickly increased in speed to deep, pleasurable thrusts. The sensations grew until Tim reached his own climax.

"Oh God!" he exclaimed. He dropped onto his back. Raising his hand up to his forehead he sighed. "I am too old for this kind of mid-afternoon activity."

Mulder just laughed. He rolled on to his side and reached over to trail his hand down the side of Tim's face, touching the gray that had begun to appear in his hair. "I still love you, old man."

Tim moved over and kissed him gently on the lips. "I knew you would always love me. Would you love a plain old bar owner?"

"Is that what you want to do?" Mulder asked, a concerned look on his face.

"For now I think. Maybe later I'll do something else, something with kids. See if maybe I can stop things like Adena Watson from happening at all. Do you think I would be good at something like that?"

"I think you would be great, Tim. You care about people, probably more than you should. You listen to them and you give so much of yourself." Tim got up off the rug, groaning slightly.

"Next time--bed. You wanna go get some crabs?"

"So let me get this straight. You decide to quit your job, we screw on the living room floor, you want to start a new career and now we're going to eat?" Mulder asked, leaning against the edge of the couch, his legs drawn up beneath him.

"You got a better idea?" Tim asked, reaching for his boxers and pulling them on.

"Shower first?" Mulder asked. Tim nodded, a teasing smile on his face.

"First one there gets the loofa!" he said as he took off for the steps upstairs.