Author: Cathy Roberts
Pairing: JC/DM
Rating: NC-17
Date: February 9, 2005
Archive: Please ask first
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. Thanks to everyone at the Mature ER FanFiction Critique Corner for their comments and suggestions.
Summary: Dave Malucci meets John Carter in college, and nothing will ever be the same. Be warned that this story contains scenes of sexual assault, kinky sex and bad language in places.
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John thought it was nice to just lie there and simply enjoy the way Dave was touching him. It was nice to not to have to think about anything, and to just feel, but John couldn't help but wonder just how far Dave's patience would go. There they were finally, naked and warm under the covers, both of them aroused, and John suddenly found himself unsure of things. While it had been a surprise to find out that Dave hadn't been one of the guys who assaulted him, John knew that learning that news didn't really make any difference in what he wanted or how he felt. No, what was making the difference was Dave himself.
John had wanted Dave. He'd wanted to be with Dave and kiss him and hold him and do all the things that two people were supposed to do when they were warm and naked together. And then Dave had started in with asking him if he really wanted this. Maybe it wouldn't have mattered if Dave had just asked one time, but to John it felt as if Dave kept asking. Was he sending out some kind of a signal that he didn't want Dave? He didn't think so, but if not, then why did Dave keep asking?
Hell, John had even set out to seduce Dave, and if that wasn't desire, then what was? Only…what if Dave was right and this wasn't really something he wanted? John sighed, finding it all too confusing to think through. His sigh brought about a stronger caress from Dave, and John bit against his lower lip as Dave's hand drifted lower and began to stroke John's cock. Oh, damn, but that felt good!
The Hell with thinking, John finally decided. He'd just go with what his body felt and what it wanted and think about things later. Without further thought, John abruptly rolled over so that he was facing Dave. Dave's grasp had loosened, but his hand never left John's cock, and John reached out and grasped Dave's firmly. He looked into Dave's questioning eyes, glad that Dave had left the light on so that they could see each other. John didn't want to be fumbling around in the dark, not this first time, anyway. John grinned then as he realized that in his head he was already planning more times together.
"So, you think you can teach me what to do?" John asked, eager to find out what brought Dave pleasure and equally eager to find out what Dave would do to please him.
Dave slowly grinned and his grip on John's cock became firmer as he resumed his stroking. "Oh, yeah, I'm pretty sure I can teach you. I've heard stories about you, you know, and what a fast learner you are."
"Have you now?" John asked, and he followed Dave's lead and began to stroke Dave's velvet hardness. "Well, I'll try my best to not let you down."
"I'm sure you won't, Hoss," Dave replied. He then sat up, letting the covers drop away as he moved his body so that his mouth could reach John's groin. "And the first lesson is going to be about using your mouth to its fullest potential. And, yes," Dave added as he looked up at John, "there will be an oral test on this later."
Before John could reply he found himself moaning as his cock was enveloped in the wet heat of Dave's mouth. At first it wasn't very different from the times women had gone down on him, but a second of contemplation told John that it was in reality much, much better. Dave's tongue and mouth just seemed to know the right places to touch, the points to lick that would bring the most pleasure. It quickly became easy to forget all of the times when John had been the recipient of oral sex with a woman, as well as that one other time, with those guys who…no, John didn't want to think about that time, especially now that he knew Dave wasn't there.
One hand reached downward, finding Dave's head. John laced his fingers through Dave's hair and closed his eyes as he floated on the sensations that Dave was creating. He only barely noticed it when Dave's finger skimmed over his opening. It was as light as a butterflies wing, but there was no mistaking the shivers that merest of touches evoked. John's other arm suddenly shot out to the side, his fingers grasping at the sheet as Dave's finger slipped inside of him and stopped, leaving a tingling sensation around the ring of muscle.
"God Almighty, Dave!" While John could remember someone doing that to him that night in college, he didn't remember it feeling quite as good. John was pretty sure it had everything to do with just whom it was that was doing it to him right then. For a moment, John wondered if it was right for him to think that it felt good. He didn't think it had been right all those years ago, but this wasn't then. Dave hadn't just kidnapped John and nobody was doing anything that he didn't want to do, or experiencing things that he never dreamed that he would experience.
Thoughts of that night began to hammer at John's consciousness, but he pushed them back. This was not the time to remember that night, or to even think about what had happened and why. This was the time to just enjoy Dave.
"You're way too tense, Carter," Dave's voice rumbled from somewhere near the foot of the bed. "Relax for me."
John nodded and took a deep breath, willing himself to relax. The next few minutes were filled with relaxation and pleasure as John let his muscles go slack and Dave kept up his oral and manual attentions to John. John felt the slight touch of Dave's hand against his inner thigh and he spread his legs wider, obeying the unspoken request to give Dave better access. So far everything was feeling great, and John didn't have any fears about what else Dave would do to him. Or what Dave would want to do with him, either, John thought. He smiled as he imagined himself wowing Dave with his incredible oral sex skills - it was his fantasy, so he could make himself be as good as he wanted to be, right? In that fantasy, John would have Dave reduced to a puddle of want and need, in much the same way that Dave was slowly reducing John into a being that simply felt and reacted. There were worse ways to be, John knew, and he wasn't going to fight those feelings.
Dave had been caught by surprise when Carter suddenly rolled over and grabbed his cock, but he didn't let that bit of surprise put a stop to things. Instead it strengthened his resolve to make this the best first time anyone ever had. Once he got Carter to relax, it was really easy - and arousing - to loosen Carter up enough for intercourse. And God, but he was looking forward to what it would feel like to slide inside of Carter. The man was super-tight around Dave's fingers and Dave's imagination of what that would feel like on his cock was keeping him achingly hard.
Aside from the pleasure that Dave was getting out of messing with Carter, there was the fact that he was getting one hell of a turn-on from Carter's reactions. While it was true that Dave had been with quite a number of men over the years, he'd never met a guy who responded quite the way that Carter was responding. It was as if Carter had given in totally to what Dave was doing - every top's dream, Dave thought, although he wasn't sure yet if Carter really was a bottom, or if he'd like to switch off. Either way was fine with Dave, as long as he himself ended up in charge most of the time.
Carter's body was writhing above him, and Dave suddenly pulled off and sat back on his haunches. He stared at Carter's face, waiting for the moment when Carter would realize that nothing was happening - and it was a beautiful sight to look at, Dave thought. Carter's eyes were closed, but his lips were parted. Carter's skin, flushed from passion, had a light sheen to it. Dave let his eyes wander down over the body that was displayed before him, taking in the pert and dusky nipples, the nearly flat belly and the arrow of dark hair that pointed down toward Carter's wet and rigid cock. Slim hips sat atop thighs that were spread apart as far as they could so, the muscles clearly defined in the bedroom light. A set of swollen balls was nestled between those thighs, resting for the moment on Dave's hand. He reached out with his other hand and gently raised them, admiring their heft before glancing to where his fingers disappeared inside of Carter. Dave slowly twisted them to the side, smiling as he heard Carter moan from that small action. Of course, it didn't hurt any that Dave had his fingers pressed up against Carter's prostate, and he couldn't resist sliding them against it once more, just so he could hear Carter's noises of appreciation.
When Dave looked back up at Carter's face, he found Carter staring at him, those dark eyes even darker, and Dave's smile broke into a full-blown grin. "You doin' okay?"
Carter swallowed and he nodded, his tongue slipping out to wet those perfect lips. "I think so. You?"
"I will be. I shoulda asked this before things got too far along, but where are your condoms?" Dave's plan was to finish Carter off with his mouth and fingers and then quickly move to the fucking, not giving Carter time to get tense again.
Carter moved his head to the side, using his chin to point to the nightstand on the right. "Top drawer. Don't you need lubricant or something?"
"I was planning on using "something", unless you've got something better in that drawer. I really don't want to leave the bed if I don't have to." Dave wiggled his fingers, chuckling as Carter gasped in response. "And I don't think you want me to leave the bed, either, do you?"
"Hell no," Carter quickly replied. "Might be something in there, but I doubt it. I once had a bottle of baby oil leak while it was in a drawer and I never thought I'd get the smell out of my clothes. Since then I try to keep stuff like that in the bathroom."
Dave nodded. "Good idea." He ran his hand lightly over Carter's thigh, feeling Carter's body shiver in response. "But I bet you smelled pretty damn good for a while though."
"Only if you're partial to baby smells," Carter replied. He raised his arm and extended it toward the side of the bed. "You want me to get the condoms?"
"Nah," Dave replied with a shake of his head. "I'll get 'em. Just stay still." Dave moved so that he was stretched across Carter's hip and side, his body extended out about as far as he could and not have to move his other hand. At least, he didn't have to withdraw it, because he definitely moved it.
"Damn…" Carter muttered. He closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them to look at Dave. "Top drawer, toward the front, I think."
Dave nodded before turning his attention to the nightstand. He opened the drawer and found himself lucky in that the box of condoms was right where Carter had said it would be. Dave easily grabbed the box and slowly moved back to where he'd been before, once more resting on his haunches as he tried to open the box with one hand and failed.
"Here," Dave said as he tossed the box onto Carter's belly. "You get one out for me."
"What? You mean I have to do some actual work here?" Carter asked but he reached for the box anyway and withdrew a foil packet from it.
"Might as well let you get warmed up," Dave replied. "Because you're going to be doing quite a lot of work in a few minutes."
"Oh?" Carter's eyebrows rose questioningly as he ripped open the packet. "And here I thought I was going to simply enjoy myself."
"Oh, you'll enjoy it all right," Dave replied as he rose from his haunches and moved forward so that Carter could roll the condom onto his cock. "I'll make sure that you enjoy it."
"Think a lot of yourself, don't you?" Carter asked, an evil glint in his eyes as he rose up a bit and grabbed Dave's cock with one hand. Carter rubbed his thumb over the sensitive head, and he grinned as Dave moaned in response. "I guess we'll just have to see how well you do, won't we?"
"Yeah, I guess," Dave replied, and he closed his eyes as Carter toyed a bit with his cock. It was nice, but quickly becoming too nice, Dave thought. He opened his eyes and looked at Carter again. "If you keep on doing that, then everything's gonna be over in about 2.5 seconds and we won't get a chance to find out if I'm that good."
Carter smiled up at him and then began to put the condom on Dave. "Wouldn't want that to happen. At least not this time."
"Damn straight," Dave said. He then changed his mind about how he was going to do things. He wanted Carter to come when he did, or at least close to it. Dave inched forward on his knees until he finally had no choice but to ask Carter to lift his hips off of the bed so Dave could place his knees under them. "Not too uncomfortable I hope?"
"It's…different," Carter admitted. "Am I supposed to hold on to my legs or something?"
"That's mostly up to you. I've got your hips high enough for right now, but as things get going you might find that it feels better at a different angle." He grinned. "Don't worry about it too much right now. Most of the fun is in the messing around to find what feels best."
If Carter had planned to say something in reply to that, it was lost when Dave wiggled his fingers again, making the man moan loudly. "I'm gonna have to use a lot of spit, so don't get grossed out, okay?"
Carter chuckled. "After what you've done so far, you're worried that a little spit will bother me?"
Dave shrugged. "Might happen." He then gazed intently at Carter. "You sure about this?"
Carter stared back just as intently. "I'm positive. I want you, Dave."
Dave slowly grinned and then nodded. He worked up a good amount of saliva and then spit it into his hand and using it to lubricate the condom. Dave then inched forward just a bit more, his fingers still teasing Carter even as he lined his cock up with that sweet opening. "Just remember to breathe deeply and relax…"
Following Dave's instructions were easy enough, John thought. Right up to the moment when Dave started to shove a 2x4 into his body. There was an initial bit of pain, followed by a burning sensation that didn't seem to want to ease up.
"Jesus!" John exclaimed, barely noticing that Dave had stopped moving.
"You gotta relax for me, baby," Dave said. He spit into his hand again and grabbed John's cock, stroking and squeezing it, not that there was much of an erection left to mess with. It had quickly fled when the pain had started. "Take deep breaths and relax."
"That's easy for you to say," John said, "You don't have a board stuck up your butt." Despite his urge to make Dave stop, John obeyed Dave's orders and he took a deep breath, and then another, before willing his muscles to relax. His cock was starting to harden again, and Dave's hand there felt really nice. John closed his eyes and took another deep breath, then whimpered as he felt fingers pinching at a nipple. The tingling sensation ran straight to his groin, and John felt his cock throb, the burning sensation temporarily forgotten.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you, Hoss? You like having your cock messed with. You like it when I play with your teats, too, don't you? Hell, you like everything I do, don't you?" Dave's voice was thick with desire, and even though John wanted to look up into his face right then, he chose to keep his eyes closed. If he didn't see Dave tearing him in two, then it was easier to pretend that it wasn't happening.
But Dave wouldn't have any of that, and John found himself opening his eyes at Dave's urging. John couldn't remember ever seeing that much desire in someone else's eyes, and it nearly took his breath away.
"Breathe," Dave commanded.
His eyes still on Dave, John obeyed, and he felt a slight renewal of the burning as Dave moved in a bit further. John took another breath as Dave eased in a bit more. The burning wasn't so bad by then, he noticed. John was about to take another deep breath and then heard himself gasping out loud as the most wonderful sensation shot up his body from his ass. It had felt good when Dave's fingers had been touching his prostate, but this…this was so fucking incredibly better.
Dave smiled slowly. "There. I told you that you'd like it, didn't I?"
John nodded, not trusting his own voice to not squeak if he tried to talk. The pleasure increased a bit as Dave moved again.
"I'm there now," Dave said. "All the way in." Not that John needed Dave to tell him that. He could feel Dave's balls against his butt, the heat from them searing. Dave's hand was still slowly working on John's cock, stroking firmly in each direction and sending John into a state of near bliss.
"Grab your thighs and pull your legs up," Dave instructed and John started to do just that, wondering if Dave was planning on doing anything else besides just stay right where he was. Not that it felt badly, John mused, but he was now a bit eager to see what it would feel like to have Dave thrusting in and out.
As his legs moved into the air, the angle changed and John couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure over that mere thing. He looked away from Dave's face, raking his gaze down Dave's body until he found the spot where they were now joined. "God…" John muttered at the perfection of seeing Dave's body disappearing into his own. He looked back up at Dave's face, and seeing the smile he saw there made John grin. "You're so damn perfect."
Dave gave John's cock a hard squeeze. "I think you've got that a bit backwards, Hoss. From where I'm sitting, you're the one that's perfect. I don't know if I can even start to describe to you just how damn good you feel around my cock. So hot and tight, and all mine."
John could understand the lack of words, because he was pretty sure that he'd never be able to tell Dave just how it felt to have Dave's cock buried deep within him. Yes, it was filling, but it also made John feel whole and complete.
They were still smiling at each other when Dave began to ease back out, his cock pressing hard against that sweet spot as it moved. "Move with me, baby," Dave said. "Find that rhythm and move with me."
At first, John thought that it would be hard to get into sync with Dave's movements, but he soon found himself moving in time with Dave, his hips moving upward to meet Dave's inward thrusts. His eyes had closed again, and John was grateful that Dave didn't ask him to open them again, because John was pretty sure that that was out of his control. There were too many other things going on - too many sensations to experience, for John to worry about having to keep his eyes open.
He was getting close to coming, and John made some noise to that effect, but Dave's strokes and occasionally caresses of the cockhead didn't slow or cease. It was pretty obvious to John that Dave was intending to make him come, and John had no intention of convincing Dave out of doing that.
Dave had worked up what he felt was a pretty good pace for the two of them. His hand was keeping up pretty damn well with his cock, and Carter…oh, man, but Carter was definitely a fast learner. Dave knew he wasn't going to last long, but right then, he really didn't want to, either. He wanted Carter to have a good time, and to enjoy himself, and Dave thought that a long ride would be too much for Carter right then.
Carter started to make some other kinds of noises, and Dave looked gazed down at his face, quickly noting the telltale signs that an orgasm was imminent. He looked down in time to see Carter's balls retract a bit and prepared himself for the explosion that hit shortly thereafter. Dave nearly lost it right then himself over the way Carter's sphincter muscles contracted so damn tightly over his cock. But Dave managed to hold back, even managed to stop while Carter came. Dave kept his hand moving though, milking that essence out of Carter and creating quite a mess on Carter's belly and chest.
As Carter's body settled into a post-climactic lassitude, Dave resumed his thrusting, and he was now able to use both hands to grab Carter's hips, helping the guy along with the fucking. "That was great, Hoss, just great…you're so fucking hot when you come…"
And damn if Carter didn't manage to still keep up with him, meeting him thrust for thrust until Dave thought he'd scream from the pleasure of it all. And then he suddenly did yell out, his own orgasm slamming hard. Dave yanked Carter's hips closer as he tried to bury himself deeper within Carter. Eyes closed, Dave felt his come spurting out into the condom, the heat of Carter's body still surrounding him so perfectly.
When Dave opened his eyes again, he found Carter staring at him. "You're the one that's fucking hot," Carter said, and a shiver went through Dave at those words. Damn, but he loved it when Carter talked that way. He knew that Carter would never, ever say anything like that at work. Hell, he probably didn't say anything like that much of anywhere, and Dave felt more than a bit special that he was the one who was capable of getting Carter to let his guard down and just relax.
"I try my best," Dave cockily replied. He reached down and grabbed the condom at the base of his cock and slowly pulled out, noting the way that pleasure still danced across Carter's face at that small movement. "Be right back."
Dave rushed into the bathroom and ditched the condom in the trashcan in there, and then he cleaned himself off. He then grabbed a washcloth, dampened it, grabbed a towel and returned to the bed to find Carter laying on the bed just the way he'd left him.
Dave crawled onto the bed. "This might be a bit cold," he warned as he began to clean Carter, making sure he was as gentle as he could be while wiping around the more sensitive areas. Dave knew that Carter would be sore the next day and he hoped that Carter would feel it was worth it.
Once Carter was clean and dry, Dave dumped the washcloth and towel over the side of the bed and stretched out on top of Carter, kissing him deeply. Carter's arms snaked around Dave's body, holding him tightly. "Did you like that?" Dave asked.
Carter smiled at him. "I can say that I definitely liked that," Carter replied. "That was pretty good."
"It'll be better next time," Dave promised.
"Which will be?" Carter asked, his eyes dancing with laughter.
"I'd like it to be just as soon as I recover, but I think your ass is gonna be too sore for anything more tonight. What's your schedule like tomorrow?"
Carter shook his head. "Shitty. I'm working a double and won't be getting done until midnight or so. You?"
"I'm off at seven." Dave shifted slightly and gave Carter's shoulder a kiss. "What about the next night?"
"Valentine's? I'm working a regular shift and will be done by seven. Why? You're not interested in being my Valentine, are you?" That glint was back in Carter's eyes and Dave couldn't help but grin at him.
"Maybe I was, and maybe I wasn't. I can't think of anyone else that I'd rather spend that night with. What about you?"
"Hmmm…" Carter looked up at the ceiling, but didn't say anything else.
"Well?"
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking." Carter grinned and looked back at Dave. "Nope. Can't think of anyone that I'd rather be with, either. So, looks like we've got a date."
"Yep, it does. How about we go to my place?"
"That'll be nice," Carter agreed. "We'll have to put in an appearance at the party, though."
Dave had forgotten about the Valentine's Day party that they were planning to have in the ER. He'd already coughed up his share of the pizza money, or else he would have tried to convince Carter that they could skip the party. "Yeah, we can stay there for a short time. Can I catch a ride with you?"
"Didn't you just do that?" Carter asked with a smirk.
"Whoa, am I lucky or what? Not only do I get a guy with a cute ass, but a smart one as well," Dave teased. "And yes, you just gave me one hell of a ride. However, I was thinking more along the lines of me riding in your Jeep to my place."
"I think that can be arranged," Carter replied, and Dave nodded his thanks.
They were both quiet for a few moments and then Carter poked Dave in the ribs. "You're heavy, Dr. Dave."
"Sorry." Dave rolled off of Carter and then stretched out at his side. "This better?"
"A little bit. I did like the warmth. Hold on."
Dave watched appreciatively as Carter crawled to the foot of the bed to grab the covers. There was enough light for him to see that he hadn't damaged Carter too badly, and Dave was glad of that. Carter soon returned to his side, pulling the covers up over them both before snuggling against Dave's body.
"So, maybe when you're recovered I could take my oral test?" Carter asked.
"I think that could be arranged," Dave replied. He placed a kiss on the top of Carter's head. "Let's get some rest first, though."
Carter nodded and Dave felt him nestle even closer. He wrapped his arms around Carter and smiled over the way things had turned out. Now that it was quiet, he could hear the hockey game, but Dave didn't want to leave Carter long enough to go and turn off the television. Maybe they could do the "testing" in the living room? With the way Carter was surprising him tonight, Dave didn't doubt for one moment that Carter wouldn't have a problem with doing stuff there - or any other room for that matter.
As Dave listened to Carter's even breathing, he found himself thinking that he was one lucky son of a bitch indeed, and he was already looking forward to Valentine's Day and their next night together. "Baby, be mine," Dave whispered as he tightened his arms around Carter. If Dave had his way, it was going to be one hell of a night.
To be continued…