To say this case had been stressful would be a colossal understatement. They'd been clashing with the police department since they got here; they were flagrantly sexist and rude to Scully and they thought Mulder was insane and, in their words, 'a pussy' for listening to her. To top it all off, after a week of intensive searching, the case ended with the police burning down the barn that the 'creature' they'd been looking for had been lurking in resulting in a pile of ashes and some unidentifiable bones, much to Mulder's irritation.
She couldn't even take joy in the fact that the case was over. After the barn burning, they had to go to the police station to give a final statement and, aside from being offered coffee which Mulder had all but devoured, the police were outright disrespectful. Not that Mulder wasn't acting similarly to them, after he'd downed the drink he'd talked separately with the officers before storming out of the office, telling her they "were leaving, now."
She didn't know what they'd said to him that'd offended him to this point, but she knew something was off.
Now she was at the shitty restaurant attached to their motel, sitting across from Mulder who seemed to be in one of his moods. As soon as they'd gotten there he'd stormed ahead of her, not bothering to hold the door open or even see if she was following him. It wouldn't be strange if it weren't for his usual tendencies to be a gentleman, but now it just seemed passive aggressive. All in all, a shitty day.
He'd been quiet since they left and when she asked him anything he'd just give her short answers. For some reason it felt like he couldn't even look at her. She could only take so much before she called him out. "Mulder, have I done something to piss you off?"
He stopped playing with his glass of water and looked at her timidly before looking away, pretending to find interest in the food that remained practically untouched in front of him. "No," he muttered.
"Are you sure?" she asked, impatience coming through despite herself.
"Yeah," he nodded.
She let out an irritated sigh and slouched into her seat. Her movement resulted in her leg grazing Mulder's and it caused him to jump away from her like she'd burned him. "Are you kidding me?" she snapped.
"Mulder, I've had to deal with people treating me like shit this entire case. I really don't need it from you too," she lamented.
Finally he looked at her and she started to feel a little guilty for lashing out. In this moment, looking at him face to face, she realized he looked ill. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were glassy, and she could see sweat gathering on his brow. "Scully, I'm sorry. I'm not mad. I don't mean to be short, I just- I don't feel good."
"No, I shouldn't have snapped. I didn't realize you were sick," she apologized.
"I think just the stress of the case finally caught up to me," he shrugged.
She slid out of her side of the booth and moved to sit next to him. "I-I'm sure I'm fine though, Scully," he stammered, sliding away from her.
"Mulder, you don't look fine," she admonished, reaching for his face. She put the back of her hands on his cheeks and forehead and frowned when she felt how hot he was. "You're burning up."
He swerved his head, effectively moving out of her hands, and hunched over. "It's probably just a passing bug, Scully. I promise I'm fine," he rambled.
She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. This wasn't like Mulder to be so unreceptive to her medical attention. She gave him another once over and realized how abnormal his posture was. "Mulder, why are you sitting like that?"
"Scully," he stated firmly. "I'm fine."
"If you're fine then sit up," she countered.
"I don't want to," he whined with near exasperation.
He looked like he was grabbing his sides while curling in on himself.
"Do you have pain in your abdomen?" she asked. Appendicitis? Stomach flu? Hernia? IBS?
"No," he muttered childishly, avoiding eye contact.
"How long have you been feeling ill?"
"Please, drop it," he pled.
Suddenly, testing him, she reached out and grabbed the arm nearest to her, pulling it away from his body. He let out a hissing sound between clenched teeth, his whole body lurching before he moved away from her. "Mulder, you're obviously in pain. Stop trying to hide it."
"Scully, please leave me alone," he begged. "And please stop touching me so much."
The intensity of his request hurt her feelings, but she tried her best to keep it from showing. Part of her thought about giving up and meeting him with equal stubbornness, but it'd felt like they'd been getting closer as of late and the harsh rejection stung more than she wished it had. "Why won't you let me help you?" she asked softly.
He must've heard the hurt despite her efforts and he turned to look at her. When he did this, she noticed his eyes were unnaturally dilated and her concern grew even more. "I don't want to talk about it," he pressed.
She might've given up, but this case had been taxing on them both and she knew he had a tendency to forgo taking care of himself in the midst of a stressful investigation. "Mulder," she rolled her eyes, grabbing at him again. "Please just let me give you a quick examination to see if anything's alarming." She put her hand on his thigh and he gasped 'fuck' before grabbing her wrist harshly, causing her to let out a little gasp of surprise.
He winced and was silent a moment before whispering, "It's embarrassing."
"What is?" she asked.
With some strain, he sat up straight and let go of her wrist, taking the other off his lap to reveal an impressive erection straining against his dress pants, tenting the material away from his lap. He gestured to it in aggravation as if it needed any sort of introduction.
She looked at it, he looked at it, he looked at her, she kept looking at it.
"Oh," she squeaked, removing her hand from his thigh but not leaving that side of the booth.
"I-" he mumbled, covering up again as she struggled to tear her gaze away.
She interrupted him with a raised hand. "It's fine, Mulder. I know it happens. It doesn't bother me. I'm sorry I embarrassed you-you shouldn't be embarrassed," she rushed, her sentences choppy in her own mortification at bringing attention to it.
She wasn't lying - she knew it happened quite frequently, just never to this extent. Usually he adjusted it, calmed down, or left the room by the time the slight hardening in his pants turned into anything that he'd think she noticed. She figured Mulder thought he was being discreet, or maybe he assumed she never glanced at that area of his body, but she noticed enough to know that Mulder was a very healthy man.
It sometimes became a game to her: determining what the cause of any given erection was. Sometimes she thought it happened when the wind blew too hard, it seemed to happen so easily. But slowly, this time, she realized she seemingly had a role in it. All too often it seemed he needed to readjust or take a deep breath or leave immediately following something she'd done. Like a cause and effect but the causes were things she thought were mundane, like standing near him, smiling, laughing, touching, sometimes just looking at him.
She'd just never called him out on it.
"No, Sc-wait. What do you mean you know it happens?" he asked, furrowing his brow.
"I just-it's a natural bodily occurrence," she explained, subverting her true meaning.
They locked eyes for a moment, both fully aware she wasn't convincing enough, but luckily he chose to move on. "They, um, they slipped me something," he mumbled.
He shifted in his seat and her gaze flitted down to the area in question, a glance that didn't go unnoticed by Mulder who started unconsciously bending forward again to hide himself. Feeling a surge of embarrassment for her unabashed ogling, she cleared her throat and registered his words. "Wait, who slipped you what?"
"Sheriff Flannery and his merry band of misfits, they said they gave me viagra," he murmured the last part so softly that she'd barely heard him.
For a moment she was sure she'd heard him wrong, but he was wearing his earnestness on his face and she knew he was telling the truth."Why on earth would they do that? Not to mention the fact that's extremely illegal," she balked.
He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "They said it was so I could 'man up'," he admitted. She was about to make a comment about how ridiculous that was, but he spoke up before she could. "Apparently they had some viagra in the back from some guy who retired, yadda yadda yadda, but they slipped it into my coffee while we were in the hallway talking."
As he said this, she unconsciously licked her lips and his gaze flickered to the motion immediately before his eyes shot back to the opposite side of the booth while his nostrils flared and he shifted his hips. It was a motion she found undeniably attractive.
"How much did they give you?" she asked, her attention snapping back to the matter at hand.
"I don't know," he shrugged.
"How long have you been erect?" she asked, cringing and looking around when she realized her volume.
Mulder did a look around as well and sighed in relief when no one was eavesdropping on them. "Um, I don't know, maybe two hours."
"Have you tried…" she made an odd gesture with her lap with her hands as he stared at her with raised eyebrows.
"Did it look like I tried the past two hours we've been together?" he asked sarcastically before immediately apologizing. "I'm sorry, this is just the icing on a shit day."
"It worries me that we don't know the dosage," she confided, stopping altogether when the waitress came by to take their plates and drop off the check. Neither of them missed the skeptical once over she gave them for being huddled together on the same side of the booth like teenagers.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Scully resumed, "I'm worried they gave you too much."
"I'm sure it'll go away when we get back to the motel room." Catching himself, he clarified, "When I get back to my motel room. I'm sure everything will be fine."
"Unless it doesn't go away in the next two hours," she added, getting out her wallet and laying cash down on the table for the bill and the tip.
"W-what do you mean?" he croaked.
She looked at him with a skeptical brow as if to say 'you don't know' to which his visible gulp replied 'oh god what?'
"Do you know why Viagra commercials warn against erections lasting longer than four hours?" she asked, stuffing her wallet back into her purse.
"Lightheadedness…" he answered with timidity that told her he knew his answer would be wrong.
"No, do you know what priapism is?" she asked.
"No," he admitted.
"There are different types, and I won't go into full detail, but in bad cases the blood trapped in the penis is deprived of oxygen. Erections that last too long can cause the oxygen-poor blood to begin to damage or destroy tissues in the penis," she explained.
"Destroy?" he repeated.
"Some untreated priapisms can cause erectile dysfunction."
She might as well have told him he had two hours to live with the look of panic that came across his face. "W-what do I need to do?" he stammered.
"Let's go back to your room so we can assess the situation," she stated, trying to sound calm.
She slid out of the booth, but as she was about to walk away, she felt a hand grab her wrist. "Wait," he whispered.
She turned and saw him scooting closer to the edge of, but not coming out of, the seat. He glanced around before looking at her nervously. "There are people here," he told her in a low voice.
She looked around and saw the once empty restaurant was bustling with customers. "But we have to go, Mulder," she whispered back, not wanting to cause him further embarrassment but not seeing a wormhole for him to crawl into opening up anytime soon.
"Can you walk right in front of me to hide it?" he asked. Mulder usually didn't care what people thought of him, but he did care when across the room was a children's birthday party.
With a sigh of resignation, she nodded and turned around in place as he stood up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders to keep her in front of him. There was space between them, but barely. They were both walking as briskly as they could, but she could feel the warmth of him radiating on her back.
Then, unexpectedly, a waitress passed in front of Scully's path with a quick "Sorry, coming through," and the motion caused Scully to stop in her tracks. Which, of course, resulted in Mulder crashing into her and jabbing his hard on straight into her back. She gasped and he squeezed her shoulders tightly and let out a soft, strangled moan, causing a few patrons to abandon their food to glance up at the pair.
"I'm sorry," Scully whispered breathlessly. Whether to the interrupted customers having to witness their misfortune, or to Mulder for stopping so suddenly, she wasn't sure. All she knew as she continued moving forward was that Mulder's cock had just touched her. It wasn't skin against skin, wasn't intimate in any real sense, but her partner's penis had touched her and it was hot, hard, and he moaned.
And fuck if it didn't turn her on.
As soon as they were out of the eyeline of the prying customers and halfway across the gravel parking lot to their rooms, she took a quick step forward, consequently freeing herself from his hands.
"I'm sorry," Mulder lamented immediately. Truth be told, she didn't need to be so dramatic with her movement, but she'd rather have him think she was frustrated with him than realize she was getting flustered. But she regretted her action at the absolute guilt that was evident in his tone.
She turned to look over at him and took pity on the sight of a dejected Mulder crossing his hands in front of his pants. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pull away so abruptly. Let's just get to your room."
She stood by his side and didn't say anything more as Mulder unlocked the door and let her in. They'd only been there a few days, but Mulder had sprawled all his stuff about and made himself at home. She heard the lock snick behind her, and putting on an air of complete professionalism, she turned around and faced him. "Okay, let's take a look."
He still hadn't moved more than a foot from the door, the only signs of life were the widening of his eyes and his stammering. "I-I don't, I can't-".
Well, if he was going to be like that. "One of the methods of curing a priapism is to make an incision-"
"Scull-ee," he whined, his brows furrowing in distress.
"Mulder, I saw more penises in med school than the actresses in all your tapes combined," she deadpanned.
"But this is different," he explained, not elaborating beyond that.
He was right. It was different. She'd seen it before, but it was usually a brief glimpse in the midst of dressing him because of another injury, never was it the main focus of an examination. That, plus the issue that it would be erect and she'd most likely have to come in contact with it for a full examination.
Letting out a long sigh and cursing the fact that nothing in their lives could be easy, she ran her hands over her face and offered, "You're right. You're right. Um, how about you go into the bathroom and take a look. Let me know if anything looks abnormal."
He seemed relieved at that prospect and did as directed, making his way to the bathroom and quickly shutting the door as if to get out of her line of sight. She listened from the other side of the door as the teeth of his zipper came apart and his pants dropped down to the floor. He coughed nervously and called out, "Okay, uh, it's-it's out," he stammered.
There were a few moments in her life, specifically since her time with him, where she couldn't help but be shocked at where she'd ended up. This was one of those moments.
"How does it look?" she asked.
"Um," he paused. "Normal?"
"Does it look different than when you're usually erect?" she asked, rolling her eyes.
"What do you mean?" he called out.
"Is it swollen or red?" she explained, images from med school textbooks dancing around in her head.
There was a pause and she realized he was misinterpreting her. With a sigh, she added, "More so than normal?"
"N-no, I think it looks normal, but I've never had one for this long and it kinda aches," he explained. She frowned, she didn't know what to do when half of that information was comforting and the other half was cause for concern.
"This isn't working," she called out. In what world could a doctor assess a patient with a blindfold on? Rarely were patient assessments ever accurate in the first place, let alone when they were in distress.
"Do you have to?" he sighed in acquiescence.
"Mulder, just let me look. I just want to help," she reassured, trying to take a gentler approach.
She heard some more sounds of fabric rustling and realised he was stepping out of his pants and shoes. Soon enough, she heard the door unlock and saw a tuft of brown hair and hazel eyes peer from the side of the door. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he joked lamely, trying to lighten the mood and his own discomfort.
She rolled her eyes and gave him a small smirk. "If I ever need an emergency medical exam, I'll make sure you're the first person I call."
"Is that a promise?" he asked, taking a step out and revealing he'd also removed his dress shirt, leaving him in his t-shirt shirt and boxers as he continued to cover himself with a hand towel.
She took a few steps towards him to meet him halfway and the room became tense again, neither of them speaking for a moment as the awkwardness overtook them. "I promise to be clinically detached," she blurted out. "I know this is uncomfortable, but as soon as it's taken care of, I promise we can pretend this never happened."
He let out a long, reluctant sigh and nodded, "Okay. Thank you."
"Sit on the bed," she commanded.
He teased her about her bedside manner, but they walked back into the bedroom and he did as she asked anyway. He only started making a fuss again when she began to get closer.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked, scooting away from her as she started easing herself down on her knees in front of him.
"I'm looking, Mulder…" she trailed off. Surely he didn't think she was going to…
"I-but-can you," he stammered never fully forming a single one of the thousand thoughts swirling behind his eyes right now.
"Mulder, are you genuinely confused or just stammering? I don't mean to be blunt, but in this situation, the difference matters," she sighed, righting herself to look at him. Faltering memory. Confusion. Slurred or stammered speech.
"Scully, this is embarrassing," he whined, so pathetically that her heart went out to him.
But time was of the essence, and they were running out of it. "Fine," she stated sternly, pretending to grab her bag. "We'll just have to go to the hospital then."
"No!" he called out, and if she identified the sound correctly, he even stamped a foot.
She turned around to face him again and demanded. "You're going to have to be honest with me or we will be going, okay?"
He was giving her puppy dog eyes right now and she had to bite back a smile at the juxtaposition. He looked like a kicked dog, yet was sporting a massive erection. Mulder pulled her out of her thought process by his mumbling something, but doing it under his breath so that she couldn't hear. "What was that?"
"I don't want to accidentally come in front of you… or on you," he muttered.
This is my life. My partner just said those words out loud to me. She was at such a loss for words that he took it as her not understanding. "I just-I'm afraid seeing you, um, like that-" On your knees.
She held up her hand to stop him from saying anymore. "Lay back and close your eyes or look at the ceiling." He nodded and lowered himself slowly onto his back, letting out a tense sigh. She wished she had those hanging mobiles like they do at the OBGYN, but he instead just raised his forearms to cover his eyes and she took that as a sign she was good to go.
Without his prying eyes on her, she mouthed a silent fuck to herself as she lowered herself on her knees and in between his legs, giving her a better vantage point to see. The hand towel didn't do much to cover, but it was enough for her to be nervous about removing it entirely. No going back now.
She cleared her throat and decided to be as Dr. Scully as she possibly could. "I'm going to remove the towel."
There were no words of affirmation or recognition, but she knew he heard. He was probably just trying to mentally dig a hole to crawl into. With her index finger and thumb, she grabbed the corner of the towel and lifted it off, setting it down gently at his side. Her thoughts were as follows:
Mulder is hung.
How does he walk around with this?
It's amazing how humble he is for how cocky he easily could be.
My face is a few inches from Mulder's leaking cock.
"Does it look like a pr-prasi-"
"A priapism," she clarified. She looked at the pink swollen phallus and didn't immediately see any of the usual red flags. "No visual indicators." Dr. Scully left for a moment as Flustered Dana mentally screamed, but she stifled her hesitation and confidently said, "Is it alright if I touch it for a physical exam?"
He was silent and, unlike last time, she couldn't continue without his permission. She sat there, his penis hard as a rock in front of her face, as he contemplated his fate. Then, she heard a softly muttered, "Okay."
Being as delicate as she could, she scooted closer, her forearm grazing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He jumped like she'd shocked him and she breathed out an apology and continued to lift her hands, gently grabbing the shaft with the tips of her fingers.
She ducked her head slightly to look at the scrotum and noticed nothing looked out of the ordinary. Just perfectly dropped, engorged, healthy balls. She righted herself and tested the skin's give by tugging down lightly with her fingers on his shaft, dragging the skin down and revealing more of his head, and she was relieved to see there was some movement. So he's not swollen to the point of danger.
As she conducted her test he took a sharp, shaky inhalation between clenched teeth. Risking a glance over to him, she saw his arms still firmly planted against his face, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. "Um-" she spoke, not even sure what she was about to say, just wanting to break the silence. "Does being touched hurt?" she asked, settling on a perfectly analytical question.
She saw him swallow thickly before answering in a husky voice that shot straight to her core, "No."
He didn't offer any more information and she figured he was trying to spare his pride. Using her fingers as delicately as she could, she moved it around from side to side just to check mobility, but her motion apparently wasn't as delicate as she'd intended. He lurched away from her, his erection going out of her grasp and bobbing violently in the air at his harsh jerk. "Okay, that was a little rough, Scully."
"Sorry," she exhaled before taking the cloth and covering him. At the unexpected sensation, he concaved his hips into the bed and released his arms to look down at her before immediately subverting his eyes.
Using his knees as leverage, she stood up and cleared her throat, taking in the sight of Mulder actually blushing and wishing it wasn't such an uncomfortable situation.
His attention was drawn by her near-declarative cough and he glanced back at her as he eased himself up on his elbows. Now it was her turn to look away. There was something incredibly sexy about a casually reclined Mulder with an erection while she apparently possessed the ability to arouse him.
"It doesn't look dangerous right now, but that doesn't mean you're out of the woods yet. I want you to, um, take care of it and then tell me if the swelling starts to go down," she explained.
"What happens if I can't?" he asked nervously.
"I thought you were well versed in that arena," she teased before seeing the look of panic in his eyes. "Mulder, I'm sure this will all blow over. People snort cocaine and have had two hour long erections like this and they live. Let's focus on the positive. If you can't, we can always go to the hospital," she comforted. Correction- she tried to comfort. She said the H word again and she could see the worry brewing in his eyes.
"Don't think about it, just think about - whatever it is you normally think about," she stammered, moving towards the adjoining door. "I'll be next door if you need me." Then, at his raised brows, she added, "If you have a medical question or um, you know." Putting herself out of her misery, she walked into her room and shut the door.