Author/pseudonym: Cathy Roberts
Email address: huntersglenn@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Status: 2/3
Pairing: John Carter/Gregory Pratt
Date: October 25, 2002
Archive: Not without permission
Category: "E.R
Disclaimer: "ER" and all its characters belong to Warner Bros. No infringement of their copyright is intended. This story was written for the enjoyment of "ER" fans everywhere, and may be downloaded for your own pleasure. I owe a special thank you to Melissa for the idea <g>.
Summary: Contains spoilers for "Chaos Theory", Season 9. The story explores what might have happened during that episode.
John was surprised with himself at how quickly he had put his trust in Pratt...Gregory. As often as they had clashed, he would have figured that Gregory would be the last person he'd blindly trust, yet when the man took him by the hand and led him down the hallway, John found it easy to follow. It didn't take long before they were out of the ER and into the lab area of their floor, and yet Gregory kept walking.
"When you said this was a secluded spot, I didn't think you meant it was in another hospital," John said, grinning at Gregory through the semi-darkness of the hallway. With the overhead lights off in most of the building, they were still given illumination by the emergency lights, red bulbs giving everything a strange glow. In light of what they were going to do once they reached this secluded room of Gregory's, John felt the red lighting to be appropriate.
"We're almost there, keep your pants on," Gregory replied, turning his head slightly and grinning over at John. "Or not."
"If I stop to take off my pants, then it will slow us down," John easily replied.
Gregory squeezed his hand. "No, it wouldn't. It would stop us dead in our tracks because I'd take you right here."
"Better find that room, then." John wasn't exactly sure that he liked the idea of being 'taken' by any man. Well, that wasn't true. The idea itself excited him. But considering the size of the guy in the porn flick, and Gregory's assertions that he measured up to that, John wasn't so sure he could physically handle or enjoy being taken. He also wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle the oral sex if Gregory was that large. It wasn't as if he was experienced with that sort of thing. He and Doug had done it only once, and then it had been a case of them doing each other at the same time.
John was deep in thought when he found himself bumping into Gregory's side. "Sorry," he muttered, and then he noticed that the man had stopped before a door.
"We're here?" The words croaked out of John's suddenly dry throat as he looked at the closed door.
"We're here." Gregory's hand began to softly rub the small of John's back and John couldn't help but press his back into that touch.
"Guess we should go in then."
"You sure about this? Because if you've changed your mind, I can live with it. Might have to jerk off while cussing you out, but I could live with it. I don't want you to feel that you have to do this." Gregory turned around to look at John, but kept his hand against John's back, still softly rubbing the muscles there.
John looked at Gregory for a few moments, and then nodded. "I'm sure. I don't know why I'm sure, but I am. I should be running as fast as I can in the other direction, but..." John looked over Gregory's shoulder at the closed door. "This can't go anywhere, you know that, don't you? I mean, after this night is over."
Gregory nodded. "I'm cool with it. You've got Abby and I haven't given up on Jing-Mei. The woman wants me, I can tell." He grinned. "But yeah, I know. That's why this night has to count, right? Why I need to get you in there now and love you until you can't move." He turned slightly away from John, pushing the door open, then pulling John toward the doorway, letting him enter the room first.
"It's not much, but it has what we need; bed, bathroom, condoms and lubricant." Gregory flipped on the overhead light and they both blinked in the harsh glare.
"You've been preparing for this?" John asked as he watched Gregory turn on one of the lower wattage lights.
"Yeah, I have. I've wanted you for a while now, John, so I figured this lockdown was my best chance. I had all kinds of scenarios planned out for how I was going to seduce you, and then you walked in on me in the lounge, totally ruining my plans. Get that overhead light, will you?"
John clicked off the light, finding the room a bit cozier, if any hospital room could ever be defined as 'cozy', with only the dimmer lighting. "Sorry I ruined your plans. Maybe we can start all over. You're here and I just walked in. Seduce me." He said with a smirk that belied the blush on his cheeks.
Gregory grinned back at John, then slowly walked over to him until their bodies touched. And he kept moving until he had John backed up against the door. "Gladly," Gregory sighed mere seconds before his lips touched John's, creating a light kiss that quickly deepened into one of passion and heat. His hands slipped up under John's T-shirt, smoothing along the skin until he encountered a hard nub, which he worked over until the nipple peaked proudly against his fingers.
John moaned into Gregory's mouth before twisting his head to the side, gasping for air. "God, Gregory...."
Gregory simply grinned as his hands moved to John's other nipple, creating more moans to drift out of the man's throat. "Fuck this," Gregory finally growled as he grabbed the hem of the shirt and lifted up, pulling it off of John's body with very little difficulty and a lot of John's help.
"Much better," Gregory murmured as he lowered his mouth to one of the still erect nipples, sucking and biting on it while he let a hand drift south to slip inside the waistband of John's pants and boxers. The hard flesh he encountered was hot and sleek as silk, and he toyed with the cockhead, using his thumb to spread the pre-cum around while wondering just how long he'd be able to hold out before pulling the rest of his clothes off of John's body. His own cock was hard and aching with need, so Gregory was pretty sure that it wouldn't be much longer at all until his need to have John stretched out naked before him overrode everything else.
John's moans urged Gregory onward, and his hands and lips worked at a frenzied pace, his mouth moving from one nipple to another, his free hand taking the place of his lips while he was giving attention to the other, his right hand stroking and squeezing John's cock. Now, he thought, now's the time to strip him, but before Gregory could begin, he suddenly found his back against the door and John's face just inches in front of his own, smiling. And those eyes, God, Gregory thought, those eyes were blazing. In less than a heartbeat his tank top was pulled over his head and John's mouth was busy bathing Gregory's hot flesh. But the licking didn't do anything to cool either one of them off, instead it further inflamed Gregory's desire and his whimpers were close to becoming words, close to begging John to touch his cock, to suck him off, to do whatever he wanted.
And then suddenly cool air was wafting across Gregory's chest and John was no longer in front of him. The man had moved over by the bed, teasing Gregory with the distance he had put between them.
"So that's your idea of seduction?" John asked with a grin.
"More or less," Gregory replied as he slowly walked over to John, noting with pleasure the bulge that still tented those scrub pants. A bulge to match the one barely hidden by his running pants. "That was just one idea. I had quite a few more."
"I'll bet you did."
They were once more eye-to-eye and without another word, Gregory grasped the waistbands of the scrubs and boxers, then kneeling quickly, pulled them down below John's knees. Now that he was on eye level with John's cock, Gregory couldn't keep his mouth from it. He grabbed the base of it with one hand while wrapping his lips around the swollen head. John's hands rested on Gregory's head and his quick intake of breath let Gregory know that what he was doing with his tongue was pretty good.
"God, yes, Gregory, don't stop...ooooh, no, wait, keep doing THIS...God..."
Now that was one order from John that Gregory didn't mind taking, and he kept at the man until he finally heard John scream out his name in a strained voice, not quite enough warning of the impending orgasm that flooded Gregory's mouth. He swallowed quickly, his reputation of never wasting a single drop at stake, and once more he kept his reputation intact. The sound of harsh breathing reached Gregory's ears and he slowly released John's cock to look up at the man he had just made scream. John's eyes were still closed and a faint sheen of perspiration was on his upper lip and Gregory watched the rapid rise and fall of John's chest as he breathed, then saw the breathing even out a bit.
The eyelids flew open and Gregory found himself looking up into chocolate pools of heat. He grinned broadly. "Now THAT'S what I call seduction."
John laughed then moved so that he was leaning against the bed, needing some type of support after the incredibly satisfying orgasm he had just reached due to the mouth of Gregory Pratt. "I wondered if your mouth was good for something, it's nice to see that it is."
Gregory slowly rose to his full height and pushed his body against John's, pinning him against the bed. "My mouth is good for a lot of things, but I think that right now, you need to find out just what my cock is good for, don't you agree?"
Once again John's mouth went dry as he remembered the size of the man in the movie. He could never handle it if Gregory was that size, the man was too big.
"You're having second thoughts, aren't you?" Gregory softly asked as he began to caress John's hip. "It's okay if you are. We can do like you and that Doug guy, and just go for the blow jobs, that's not a problem for me."
John could see in Gregory's eyes that he was disappointed, but he was sure that the man would split him in two. Still, he needed to explain his refusal. Refusals, he corrected himself, because there was no way he was going to try to take a penis that large into his mouth, especially as inexperienced as he was at the art of man-to-man oral sex. "I've never...I mean...well, no man has ever..."
Gregory nodded. "You mentioned that before."
"What I'm trying to say is that, well, Doug did put something there, his finger, and that kinda hurt at first, then felt good. But a finger..." John held up his index finger. "A finger isn't very big, and you..." He looked down to Gregory's crotch, Gregory's bulging crotch. "You said you were built like the guy in the movie, and..."
"I never said that, John." Gregory chuckled. "I said I could give him a run for his money. I never said I was that big. I know you've gotta be scared, this being your first time and all, but I've been with virgins before, and I'll take real good care of you, I promise. Here." Gregory grabbed John's hand and pulled it down, pressing it tightly against his cock. "Does it feel huge to you?"
"Immense," John blurted out, but he didn't remove his hand.
Gregory kicked off his shoes, glad that it was still too hot in the building for socks so that he didn't have to waste time dealing with them, too. Then he pulled his pants off, tossing them aside. His cock strained at the white cotton of his briefs, but he didn't move any further. "Take them off of me, John."
John looked into Gregory's eyes, seeing want and desire there, but this was the same man who tormented his working hours. Disobedient, cock-sure, arrogant, egotistical...and one Hell of blowjob giver. Despite all their arguments, John knew he could believe Gregory when he said he wouldn't hurt him, that he'd take good care of him. One thing John had noticed was that Gregory Pratt didn't lie about things like that. And he did want to see Gregory naked, wanted to see if his erection was as immense as it felt, as it looked to be in those briefs.
Moving slowly, John hooked his fingers under the elastic band and slowly pushed the briefs down Gregory's hips, having to maneuver a bit to get them past the hard cock, trying his best to not yet look at it, but failing. God, he was right, it was big. Huge, even. Not as big as the porn guy's, but still...
"What are you? Six, six and a half inches?" Gregory's voice cut through John's thoughts.
"Uh, average I guess," John replied as he let go of the briefs so he could touch the raging hard on that rose proudly in the air before him. "Six inches or so."
"Six and one quarter inches. About the same size as you."
John looked up at Gregory's grinning face, then back to his hard cock. "No way."
"Way. It just looks bigger to you because you're not hard right now to compare it with. But trust me, we're about the same size."
John tilted his head to one side as he looked at the cock. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that it wasn't any larger than Doug's. Of course, there was one sure way to find out...he moved to his knees and gingerly sucked Gregory's cock into his mouth. No, it definitely wasn't all that larger than Doug's had been. But it tasted different, although the underlying musk seemed similar. Gregory's hands raked through John's hair as John gave his full attention to the cock in his mouth, using his tongue and lips to tease Gregory, and using his hands to massage the heavy balls that swung freely beneath the cock. It was thrilling to make Gregory moan and whisper for more, to feel his body respond to his touches and licks, to feel those fingers clinch his hair. Definitely thrilling to have that much power over another person's pleasure.
"You've got to stop," Gregory hoarsely said as he moved his hips backward while using his hands to push John's head away. "You're getting me far too close to the edge and I'm not ready for that yet. Later tonight you can suck me off, but not yet. This cock is meant to be somewhere else first."
John allowed the man to help him stand and they remained by the bed, embracing for several minutes. It felt good to just hold one another, John thought. No kissing, no teasing, just holding.
"I won't hurt you," Gregory's voice cut through the silence, announcing that it was time for more.
"I know," John easily replied before he brushed his lips over Gregory's. "How are we going to do this?"
"With you on your back. I want to watch you while I fuck you, see the pleasure in you. I want you to see my face when I come, and I want to be able to kiss you in all the in-between times. I'm just not sure...your back...you were shot or stabbed, right?"
John slowly nodded. "Stabbed."
"Can your back handle that?" Gregory's hands were now moving over the small of John's back, lightly caressing the scars there.
"I don't know. I guess we'll find out, won't we?" And with that, John gave Gregory another small kiss, and then turned to move aside the covers on the bed before sitting on the mattress. He heard Gregory moving around the room, but didn't dare watch him; half afraid he'd back out if he saw any of the preparations being made. Silently, John reclined on the bed, stretching his legs out in front of him and resting his head on the pillow.
"This okay?" he finally asked, hoping he didn't look as foolish as he felt.
"Perfect," Gregory's voice replied, sounding nearly breathless. Then the man came into view at the foot of the bed. "Spread your legs."
"Excuse me?" John raised his head and looked down at him. He wasn't experienced with gay sex, but he'd performed enough rectal exams to know he was nowhere near ready to be penetrated by anything.
"Why do you always have to question me?" Gregory grinned at him. "I need room to move down here, so spread your legs."
Gregory couldn't help but hold his breath as he watched John lean back against the mattress and then open his legs for him. And not just a little bit. No, not John Carter. The man spread them wide and as Gregory's eyes took in the long, pale figure before him, his own cock twitched, eager to get started. There was no doubt at all that he'd find satiation with John, everything about the man screamed passion and intensity, and Gregory knew the ride would be a good one.
Realizing he was staring, Gregory tried to think of something to say. Something witty and clever or funny. But all that came out was, "God, you're so..."
"Scarred?" John asked, his eyes not meeting Gregory's, but seemingly fixed on the ceiling.
"Beautiful. Do you know many times I've dreamed about having you this way? Laid out before me like a fancy feast or something."
"So now I'm cat food?" John asked, but he was at least now looking at Gregory, and a smile played around his mouth.
"And I'm one starving cat." Gregory climbed onto the bed, kneeling between John's legs. He placed a few condom packets to the side, and then opened the tube of lubricant. "I'm going to try to warm this up as much as possible, but it's still going to feel cool against your skin."
John nodded and Gregory could literally see his entire body grow tense. That wouldn't do at all, he knew. He needed John relaxed and at ease, eager for penetration, not tense and anxious.
"I'm not going to hurt you, keep repeating that. This is gonna feel good, I promise." Gregory said as he began to warm the lubricant. "You are way too tense, man, way too tense. Don't you ever, like, relax or anything?"
"I relax," John said, propping himself up on his elbows. "I relax a lot."
"Prove it to me. Relax for me now." Gregory challenged, his cock twitching once more as John's face took on a look of determination.
"A person can't relax on command, Pratt," he spat out.
"Pratt? It's Gregory to you, remember? Prop your legs up, you know, like you're getting a pelvic."
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" John asked, but he pulled his knees up anyway. "Because this seems to be taking a long time."
Gregory smiled as John's new position put his ass into better view...and reach. "We have all night, and, like fine wine, having sex with me is something that should not be rushed. Neither is having sex with you." As he spoke, he inched forward a bit on his knees, then began to draw circles around John's ass with his fingers, smoothing on the lube and getting John used to be touched there.
"You said that this Doug guy put his finger in you?" Gregory asked as he slowly closed the circle.
"Yes," John replied, tossing his head back. "That's nice."
"What I'm doing or his putting a finger inside of you?" Gregory asked as the 'bull's eye' came closer.
"Both...oh, God..." John gasped out loud as Gregory's fingertip entered his body.
"Yeah, I can see where you think this is nice," Gregory said with a smirk. "But I think you'll like this even better." And he slowly pressed inward, twisting his finger slightly as he moved it, his own desire further aroused by the way John's ass clamped down tightly on that single digit. Oh, God, what that ass was going to feel like to his cock...
A hissing noise came from the vicinity of John's head and Gregory grinned, then he lowered his face to the tender part of John's thigh, sucking lightly and using his tongue to caress the skin. Once John's senses were focused on THAT pleasure, then Gregory could slip in another finger without worrying about hurting him.
And that was foremost in his mind right then, making love to John without hurting him in any way, shape or form. Because even though they both said that this one night was it, Gregory couldn't help but hope that there'd be other nights, one way or the other. With Abby and Leon to consider, Gregory wasn't sure just how they'd manage to find a time or a place to be together again, but that didn't stop him from hoping. One thing he was sure of, though, and that was that if he hurt John, then the man would never want to be with him again.
And so, he took his time, distracting John when needed, until he had the man stretched about as well as he could using just his fingers. Gregory could feel John's eyes boring into him as he rolled a condom onto his weeping cock, and then applied lubricant to it.
"Ready?" Gregory asked, hoping his voice didn't sound as shaky to John as it did to his own ears. He needed John to be ready, needed this to be good for John.
John nodded. "I'm more than ready. Come on."