Author/pseudonym: Cathy Roberts
Email address: huntersglenn@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Status: 3/3 (yes, that's right, it jumped to three parts. Pratt and Carter just wouldn't cooperate with me about doing this quickly, sorry.)
Pairing: John Carter/Gregory Pratt
Date: November 3, 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 story idea <g> and thanks to Melissa, Mona, Randy, Qristopher, Carlton and Charlie for some of the acronyms.
Summary: Contains spoilers for "Chaos Theory", Season 9. The story explores what might have happened during that episode.
John raised his head just enough to be able to look at Gregory as the man proceeded with things. He'd often seen a look of intense concentration on his face, but never before had it given him the thrill it was now giving him.
As if he could feel John's eyes on him, Gregory lifted his head, grinning as their eyes met. "We definitely have PER here, John," he said, and John gasped out loud as he felt something press against his anus, slowly moving into him.
"PER?" he asked as his mind screamed at his body to relax. It was a task made a lot easier by the fact that Gregory was playing with his body while penetrating him.
"Penis Engaged and Reactive," Gregory smirked, and John felt himself stretch even further, a tingling, yet pleasant sensation as Gregory's cock-head slid past the ring of muscle.
Laughing, John let his head fall back onto the pillow, then felt Gregory's hands upon his hips, lifting them slightly upward as that pressure continued to move further into John's body. The doctor inside of John knew that he'd soon be feeling more pleasure once that cock reached his prostate gland, but the man inside of him was wondering just what was so great about..."Jesus!" he screamed in surprise as pleasure arced through his body.
"If you think that was good, just wait until I'm in all the way," Gregory said, amusement and more than a bit of pride in his voice.
The spasm of pleasure passed, leaving John aware of an intense pressure within his body, and he couldn't resist teasing Gregory just a little bit. "Oh? I was wondering about the I3Y factor."
Gregory hesitated slightly, a small frown on his face. "I3Y factor?"
John grinned up at his lover. "Yeah. You know, is it in yet?"
Gregory began to laugh and the shaking of his body carried through into John's body, once more making the man gasp slightly. "Yeah, I'll show you just how well it's in." And with that statement, Gregory raised up a bit, and the angle of penetration changed enough for John to feel, to be followed by even more pressure and then that incredible burst of pleasure yet again.
"And now, I think you definitely need some PCIA, stat," Gregory said, his dark eyes boring into John's own, looking directly into his soul.
"Whatever the doctor orders," John breathlessly replied, ready for whatever it was that Gregory had planned and eager to feel even more flashes of pleasure.
Gregory frowned. "You're supposed to ask what PCIA means," he pouted.
John raised his upper body as much as he could, reaching out with his hand to gently caress Gregory's face. "Gregory Pratt, you talk too much. Right now is the time for more action and a little less conversation."
Gregory clasped the hand to his face, then grinned slowly before letting go of it. "You are so right. From now on, the only talking I want to hear is you screaming out my name as I fuck you senseless."
John laughed as he lay back down. "And all I want to hear is you screaming out my name as you come."
"Sounds good to me." Gregory's hands moved to John's hips, holding them in place while he once more moved his body. "And so it begins."
John barely had time to register the man's words before Gregory's hips began to move, making his cock pull out of John's body, leaving an aching emptiness behind and John softly mewling at the loss. And then that organ thrust back inside, fast and hard, scraping against the prostate, putting pressure on it, making fireworks ignite and explode within John's brain.
"God...yes...harder, faster...no, slow down...no, faster...argh!" John's head thrashed on the pillow, his brain unable to keep up with the sensations that were shooting through his body, sensations he had never felt before but wanted to feel more of in the future. Fast wasn't good enough, slow wasn't good enough, hard or gentle; neither were good enough. John wanted it each way all and he wanted it all at the same time. He grasped his knees, pulling them further back so Gregory could move in even further if possible.
"God, you're so damn tight," Gregory gasped out. His body glowed in the dim light with the sheen of sweat as his body furiously moved, and the grip he had on John's hips was hard and steadying.
"You're just so damn big," John found the words to counter, then deciding that even trying to talk coherently while being fucked by Gregory was simply too much work. "Faster," he urged. "Harder."
Gregory chuckled as he complied. "You've always got to be bossy, don't you?" he asked. His fantasies had been of John Carter being a fighter up to a point, and then being completely submissive. And those fantasies had been good. But Gregory couldn't deny that having John lying before him and giving orders for his own pleasure was much better than the fantasy. Oh, he had hoped John would like it, so to find that John was enthusiastic was nearly Heaven.
John grinned up at him, passion flashing in his eyes. "Someone has to keep you on track, might as well be me."
Gregory shook his head, then wisely decided to hold his tongue and just concentrate on what he was doing. God, he hadn't been lying when he said John was tight. It was like having a hot velvet vise around his cock, only the squeezing wasn't painful, it was pure pleasure, and he knew that it wouldn't be too much longer before he exploded inside of John. Looking down, Gregory could watch himself disappear into John's body, and he thought that he'd never seen a sight so beautiful before. He also noticed that John's cock was half hard, so he reached down to pump it, quickly stroking in time with the strokes of his own cock, wanting them both to come at the same time.
John moaned, his eyes even darker. "Greg..." and then his voice gave out on making any type of sound that sounded like English, or any other known language.
Gregory felt a thrill shoot through his body at the knowledge he had reduced John Carter to an animalistic state where all he knew was the pleasure he was giving and receiving. "Oh, yeah, man, that's it exactly," he grunted, his hips moving furiously back and forth in his attempt to drive the both of them over the edge.
Gregory closed his eyes as he fought off the incoming rush, and he jerked slightly as he felt a hot and sweaty hand close over the one that was working John's cock so diligently. He opened his eyes to see that John was helping him along, the look of pleasure on John's face so ethereal that it took Gregory's breath away just as his orgasm hit. "JOHN!" he screamed out, slamming his hips hard against John's body, his cock pulsating as it throbbed out his semen, and then John's voice was cutting through the air, screaming out Gregory's name as his come arced into the air, almost suspended there before splashing against that pale belly and chest.
Gregory gripped the end of the rubber and slowly pulled out, smiling as that small action made John moan yet again, then he leaned forward, bending down so that their chests touched while he captured John's mouth in a post-coital kiss that threatened to heat things up once more.
Smiling, Gregory pulled slightly away and looked down into John's flushed face and endless eyes. "I knew you'd like it," he commented with a smirk, already thinking that he'd have to convince John to do it at least one more time before they returned to being Dr. Carter, Chief Resident and Dr. Pratt, intern.
John slowly smiled up at him and Gregory thought his insides would melt from the sight. "Oh, yeah, I liked that." Then John's hands were suddenly at Gregory's neck, pulling his head back down for a breathtaking kiss. "Thank you," John whispered against his lips as the kiss ended.
"You're welcome," Gregory said as he carefully moved from the bed. "Thank you, as well."
Gregory could feel John's eyes on him while he removed the condom and tossed it into the trashcan by the bed. "What do you think housekeeping is going to say about this?"
Gregory laughed as he reached for the towel and began to clean away the mess on John's belly. "Probably that we've spent these past few weeks fucking like rabbits. There will be rumors all over the hospital about those horny ER doctors and nurse. Maybe they'll even have us all in one huge orgy?"
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" John quietly asked as he remained still under Gregory's hands. "That would be a boon to your ego."
Gregory tossed the towel to the floor, then tossed the covers to the bed before getting back on it. "I'd only like that if it had really happened. But, mark my words, Jing-Mei Chen will be my woman before the end of the year. She wants me, I can tell."
John laughed as he moved over on the bed to give Gregory more room. "Sure she does. That's why you have to fight her off every time you turn around."
"Damn right," Gregory said as he gathered John into his arms and pulled him close. "Now, with that wonderful thought in mind, we should get some rest so that we can do that one more time before we go back to the ER."
"Sounds good to me," John's voice rumbled against Gregory's chest, and a hand tentatively strayed over Gregory's belly before settling on it. "So, what does PCIA mean?"
Gregory laughed. "You haven't figured it out yet? Pumping cock in ass."
"You definitely did that, didn't you?" John replied sleepily. "And you did it well, too."
Gregory kissed the top of John's head, and then closed his eyes, grateful to have this one night. But sleep eluded him long after he knew John was out for the count. He just had too many things on his mind; wanting to be with John again, his feelings for Jing-Mei, wondering if Leon was really doing all right staying with a friend. Sure, Leon and Jake had brought the pizza and sodas to him, but Leon had been anxious to see him, and Gregory knew that Leon was worried that he was hurt. Probably didn't understand why he couldn't come home or why he couldn't be there with him. He'd make it up to Leon once he was out, Gregory vowed. He could never stand to let Leon down.
And he didn't want to let John Carter down either, but he kept doing that. There were times when it seemed as if he couldn't do anything right in Carter's eyes. The man was a damn good doctor, a good teacher, too, not that Gregory would say that to his face. But he had been a good student, had worked hard for the grades he earned, paid attention, excelled in his rotations. He was already a good doctor, but Carter didn't want to admit that. He seemed to feel that Gregory had to still be treated as a student, even though he was an intern, a real doctor.
A movement against Gregory's belly brought him out of those thoughts and he smiled as his arms tightened around the man beside him. Gregory definitely preferred John over Carter, and he wished with all his heart that he didn't have to leave the room in the morning and walk away from John. But in his dreams, Gregory knew they'd always be together, and with that thought in mind, he finally drifted off to sleep.
Wakefulness came slowly to Gregory, brought about by a feather light touch against his thigh. As his mind was grasping with being awake and trying to discern the touch, a new one assaulted him, a hot and wet touch on his cock as it was engulfed by a mouth. No, not just any mouth, he told himself as he smiled. John's mouth.
Stretching his arm down as he opened his eyes, Gregory's hand came in contact with soft hair, and then, moving further downward, bare skin, still warm from being snuggled next to him.
"I like your idea of a wake-up call," Gregory said, his voice as hoarse from desire as it was from sleep, his cock fully awake and enjoying the tongue caressing it was being given.
"Mmmm," was the only response he received and Gregory accepted that with a prolonged moan as he relaxed further, the only part of his body tense being that which was being worked over by John. It was very tempting to let John continue until he came, but Gregory didn't really want that. He wanted to be back inside of John, fucking him until he screamed one last time for him. Oh, yeah, that's exactly what he wanted; to have John's screams of ecstasy echoing off the walls of radiology.
"I'm awake now," Gregory said as he used both hands to gently disengage John's mouth from his cock. Smiling at the look of consternation on John's face, Gregory winked. "I want equal time with your cock, John, and then I want a replay of last night. I want the memory of this so ingrained in your mind that every time you close your eyes as you come, you think of me first."
John grinned, then shook his head as he crawled up Gregory's body, straddling his hips as he lowered his head for a kiss. "You'd have to be very, very good to make that happen."
"I am." Gregory replied as his hands pulled John's face lower and their lips touched, warmth touching warmth, a slight taste of his own liquid still on John's mouth, tongues battling for control and John's finally winning. Gregory could let him win that battle, as he was going to be in charge of everything else until they left that room.
The kiss ended as slowly as it began. Still smiling into each other's eyes, Gregory deftly moved on the bed, rolling them over so that John was beneath him, but nearly off of the bed. A few more moved put John firmly in the center of the bed, his cock and ready to be touched, and Gregory himself was more than ready to stroke, lick and suck it.
"Good morning, John," he said as his hand moved between their bodies to clasp John's cock, and then Gregory began to kiss his way down John's body, placing the last one hungrily on the tip of John's engorged member and lingering briefly there before taking him into his mouth.
John slowly dressed, the memory of Gregory's kisses and touches still imprinted upon his skin. The man had been right, and disgustingly so. John would think of him for a long time to come. He just wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, and he really didn't want to dwell on it, either. He wanted to simply be able to say that they had done something on impulse and had enjoyed it. John didn't want to think that his impulse defense wouldn't stand up to the question of why they did it a second time.
"You okay?" Gregory's voice asked from the other side of the room.
John turned to look at him and nodded. "Just thinking, that's all."
"You think too much, you know that?" Gregory replied as he pulled on his shirt.
John chuckled. "And you talk too much."
"Well, by now you should know how to keep from doing that."
"Oh, yeah, that's true. I'm sure it would work quite well if I walked over to you in a trauma and kissed you into silence," John replied with a smirk on his face. It might shut up Gregory Pratt, but everyone else would be talking, of that he had no doubt.
"It just might," Gregory replied as he walked over to John. "Here, let me get this." He took the ties for the scrub pants from John's hand and began to knot them. "We can't have you showing back up in the ER looking as if you just got out of bed."
"But I did," John replied with a grin as he leaned forward and quickly kissed Gregory on the lips. "We both did."
The two were then silent as they continued to get dressed. John wondered if Gregory was thinking the same thoughts as he had in his mind; that he wished their encounter could happen again, that he wished they lived in a society where a person could be in a relationship with two people without being labeled as kinky. Where a man could not only love a woman, but another man, too, and not have it be considered dirty or evil. But they didn't live in a society like that, and John knew he and Gregory could never be together again.
Dressed and the room somewhat straightened up, John opened the door and headed out into the hallway. It was still dim, but the light of the morning added some illumination through the windows. It wouldn't be long now before they were freed, able to walk outside again and live their lives as if they had never been held prisoner in the hospital for half a month.
"Think they missed us?" Gregory asked from beside him.
"I'm sure Abby missed me," John easily replied. "Deb is probably celebrating your absence."
"Hey," Gregory replied with a slightly pout, "you're talking the woman I love, so watch it."
They both laughed, finding it surprisingly easy to shift gears from lovers to friends, although both knew that when they next set foot in the hospital, they'd once more have to be not only colleagues, but instructor and student.
"Well," Jing-Mei said, tapping a tape against her chin. "It looks as if the two of you had an enjoyable guy's night out." She grinned broadly at the two of them. "But I think you would have enjoyed it even more if you had taken your tape with you. Really, John, a porn tape?"
John's eyes grew wide. "It's not mine. Pratt's friends slipped it to him along with the pizza."
Jing-Mei's gaze shifted to Pratt and she was silent for a moment, then she nodded. "Why doesn't that surprise me? So, who wants cold pizza for breakfast?"
"I'll have cold anything for breakfast as long as you're at the table, Jing-Mei," Pratt said as he followed her to the lounge, pausing at the door long enough to wink back at John and then disappearing after his prey.
John nodded, then went in search of Abby, finding her in the suture room. Their 'bedroom' of sorts. She appeared to still be sleeping so John quietly took a seat on the gurney next to hers; his side of the 'bed'.
"You've been gone all night," Abby said and then she rolled over, looking at him through sleepy eyes.
"I didn't think you wanted me around you after our disagreement," John replied, wondering if his bout of sex with Pratt counted as an infidelity since he wasn't quite sure if he and Abby were a couple or not.
"I didn't at first, but I did later. You weren't around though. Neither was Pratt." Abby sat up and ran her hand up his thigh. "If you close the blinds, we could make up properly," she said with a knowing grin.
"I think I can do that. Making up always sounds like a good thing." John was grinning as he hopped off of the gurney and made his way to the doors to close the blinds.
"If everyone is in the lounge having breakfast, then you'll only have to try to be halfway quiet this time," Abby said as she began to remove her clothes. "So, hurry up with those blinds because I need some PCIP, stat, Doctor Carter."
John froze, leaving the blinds half open, and he could see Abby partially reflected in the glass, her body being revealed to him, a smile on her face. She couldn't...no, it wasn't possible. Was it? "PCIP?" he asked, hoping and praying his voice wasn't as shaky as it sounded to his own ears.
"Yep. You know, pumping cock in pussy," she replied, and John could clearly hear the amusement in her voice. "So get it on over here and take care of me, doc, and then you can tell me all about last night in radiology."
The End