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Title: Jailbait
Category: VAO 3/24/99 . "Jailbait."
"What?" "You look like jailbait." The stylist had touched his cheek, lightly, a feathery little stroke, and then the stylist had leaned back ever so slightly to examine "With a clean shave and that haircut, eighteen. If that. Jailbait, with that smooth face of yours." Alex had smiled, mentally noted to add another ten dollars to the man's tip. "Good." Get the right suit, the right haircut and he could drop ten years when he had twenty eight of blood and grit and cigarettes, twenty eight of tobacco and hard vodka into a technical twenty two, visual eighteen of sheltered Midwestern cornfields.
Jailbait: If Mulder didn't like women and he didn't like men, maybe he'd go for a boy, all doe-eyed and puppyish, tripping on his own hero worship. And just a touch of spunk. Here, there, enough impudence to make a grown man think of belts and discipline, porn and rentboys, and a blowjob underneath the desk. Mouth of an angel, wide-spaced green eyes, Sears suit underneath and a very staid paisley tie to emphasize conservative corn-fed Midwest, nevermind that he'd never actually been in the heartland of America. He could mimic the speech well enough, and it wasn't as if Mulder was an expert on Iowa himself, though Krycek had memorized just the right pertinent facts, created just the right blend of innocence and sensuality. He wondered, briefly, if he should pretend to have had one or two male lovers in high school, or if he should pretend to be just in the closet, or if he should even pretend to be straight until Mulder? It would all matter on Mulder, on how he reacted at the initial meeting; how many fuckbuddys had the man had? He tipped the stylist twenty five dollars, ten dollars less than what the cut cost, and then he paid the cashier, and lingered by wall mirror just a moment to capture just the right mixture of youthful determination and youthful adoration, to arrange his face into its most appealing expression, and then, he stepped into the blinding light of the street. .end Feedback to anasile@aol.com
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