Author/pseudonym: Clotho & Cathy
Email address: clothomoerae@hotmail.com and huntersglenn@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Status: 3/6
Pairing: John Carter/Dave Malucci
Date: December 31, 2000
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. We owe a huge "Thank you" to Alice and Melissa, our wonderful editors. We couldn't have done it without the two of you!
Summary: Written in response to a holiday slash challenge on the ERROS list, looking for unusual couples. Dave and Carter bump into each other in a gay bar on New Year's Eve. They dump Carter's date, and retire to the Carter family mansion where more bumping and grinding ensues. While the boys are a little lax in practicing safe sex, we do not condone or encourage such behavior. Contains spoiler for Season 7.
As Carter stopped, Dave shook his head. He'd known Carter's family was rolling in money, but a private security system? Automatic gates? And they were driving up a private road now between what Dave thought might turn out to be lawns or flowerbeds or some shit like that in the light. He tried to keep his voice even. "Just how rich is your family Carter?"
"Well, that depends. Do you want to know how rich Grandfather is, or how rich my Dad is?" John asked with a grin. "Or how rich I am?"
"Any. All. There's a difference?" Dave stopped himself. It wasn't cool to babble. Not cool at all.
John laughed. "Well, a few years ago Dad was ranked as being the 37th richest man in the Chicago area. I'm not sure where Grandfather ranks, but he's up there. He has control of a huge family business, and everyone except my Dad, my Uncle Branch and myself work there. As for me, if not for a trust fund that was set up when I was born, I have just barely more than you do. There's not much difference in our pay, Dave." John pulled into the clearing of the parking area in front of the house, then followed the drive around to the back parking courtyard, coming to a stop in front of the huge four-car garage.
When they'd drawn to a halt Dave got out of the car. He wasn't going to let this building impress him. Or he wasn't going to let it impress him much anyway. There were a few security lights attached two and three stories above that gave an impression of the house having an immense bulk. The grounds stretched off into darkness - Dave couldn't even tell if there were trees or fountains or more grass wherever. It was just huge.
Dave turned around and followed Carter to a side entrance, which was equipped with another keypad. And in a minute Carter was opening the door and letting them inside.
It was Carter, just Carter. Carter who he'd joked with at work for the last year. Carter who bled as red as any other person. Just Carter. No reason to be impressed.
All the same...Carter in the fuck-me pants with the crotch undone. Carter who he'd fucked on a dance floor only an hour or so ago. Carter who he'd never known was gay until tonight.
Dave had known Carter was rich before tonight - just not how rich. Dave suddenly grinned, if Carter were as gay as he was rich then undoubtedly Dave would be having a lot more fun before tonight was over.
Dave felt his erection firm up in his pants, and he shut the door behind them, and followed that fuck-me ass, in those fuck-me pants, wherever they wanted to lead.
"This way," John said, very conscious of the feel of Dave's eyes upon him. He couldn't keep from grinning at that thought and he played with the idea of leading Dave all around the house, but then he remembered that Dave's cut needed attention, so he went straight to the kitchen.
They walked down a carpeted hallway to a kitchen. A kitchen that was bigger than Dave's family's apartment. A kitchen gleaming with stainless steel and appliances where no cockroach or rat would ever dare enter. The place was warm. This immense pile of bricks and mortar and God knew what else was warm. It was comfortable for Dave in his muscle shirt, and there weren't any goosebumps on the bits of leg that Dave saw down the sides of the fuck-me pants. It was warmer than Dave's apartment block. It was bigger than Dave's apartment block. And all for one person.
"There's beer and stuff in the fridge. Help yourself." John said. "I'll be right back. I have to go upstairs to get my medical bag."
When Dave opened the fridge he saw quite possibly more food there than was in his apartment block - definitely more than was in his apartment anyway. Dave pulled a beer out of the fridge. It was some imported brand that he didn't know. But beer was beer; he sat on a stool slurping it, and wondered where Carter had gone.
John grabbed his bag from the small sofa in his room, then hurried down the back stairs to the kitchen to find Dave sitting on one of the stools with a beer in hand.
"Okay, let's have a look at that cut." John placed his bag on the counter, then gently touched Dave's face, dabbing at the drying blood with the handkerchief he had earlier given to Dave. "The bleeding has stopped and I think you'll be all right with just a butterfly bandage. No stitches to ruin your good looks."
John dug around in his bag for the bandage and some iodine to clean the wound with. He also pulled out the Neosporin Ointment to put on the cut before placing the bandage over it to help the cut heal.
Dave felt a tingle move through him as Carter touched him near the cut. The tingle moved directly southwards connecting with his groin. He looked up, wanting a kiss. His hands moved to the white shirt, flapping loosely where it had come out of the waistband on the pants, and he began to undo the buttons, wanting to be closer to Carter's skin.
John was trying to get the bandage on straight but it was difficult to do that while Dave was unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his way down John's chest. As John finally had the bandage in place, it hit him again that Dave would see his scars if he revealed much more skin, and he suddenly backed up, his arousal completely gone.
Not daring to look Dave in the eyes, John threw away the debris from the wound cleaning. "So, did you leave anything in the fridge for me?"
With his body halfway turned away from Dave, John began to button up his shirt, concerned over how close Dave had come to revealing those scars.
Dave frowned - he didn't like Carter moving away from him. "There's enough beer in the fridge for a football team."
He moved forward, capturing Carter's hands, stopping them. He lifted one up and kissed it, then put it down on his own erection. "Let's get back to this."
John could feel Dave's hardness through his jeans and he wanted to see that cock. He wouldn't have any trouble giving that his full attention.
Dave really didn't want to stop now. "Here or somewhere else?"
John shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me. We have hardwood floors in the bedrooms, so it isn't any easier on my knees than this floor." John began to undo Dave's fly, eager to set his cock free.
Dave was disappointed; he wanted to be back in Carter's ass. "Hey, how 'bout just turning round or something?"
John reluctantly stopped what he was going and turned around. At least in this position Dave wouldn't see his scars. Unless he pulled up his shirt in the back, and then he would see the scars from the knife. John was about to step away from Dave, but then he felt Dave's arms encircle his body.
Dave put his arms about Carter's waist pulling him close. It served the double purpose of keeping Carter upright, and letting him feel for the back lacing. But Dave also felt something else - or rather a certain lack of something.
He moved a hand to the front, and picked up Carter's limp dick. "What's this? huh? When did this happen?"
John shrugged. "Sorry. I guess I can't play doctor and stay aroused at the same time. If you want to go now, I can call you a cab or something." He was sure that Dave would leave -- he had sounded disappointed.
"You want me to go?" Leaving was the last thing on Dave's mind. He played with the flaccid cock trying to bring some life back into it. Dave tried to nibble on Carter's neck, but found himself, once again, too short. "You playing doctor aroused me. I want to inspect you. All over." He attempted another nibble, and rubbed the cock again, looking for some kind of response.
John wriggled out of Dave's arms and walked around to the other side of the counter, putting space between them. "No, I don't want you to go. I just thought that you might want to leave since...well, let's just say that I don't think you want to see all of me, Dave."
Dave was getting very impatient. He unbuttoned his fly and pulled his inflamed cock out. "This needs somewhere to go. Just where is up to you. Come, on Carter. Stop playing the virgin."
John was finally getting to see Dave's cock and it was just as wonderful to look at as it had felt inside of him. He could feel his own cock spring back to life and his desire to have Dave once more chased away part of his insecurities. But not all of them.
John walked back over to Dave. He reached out to firmly caress the hardened flesh. "You can put that wherever you want, Dave. Just as long as my clothes stay on."
Right now Dave didn't care about any provisos. He felt himself thrusting into Carter's hand. He was so READY. "Great. Not standing up again. Chair? Living room? Bed?" Dave thrust himself forward with each word; unless he was careful he'd come right here in Carter's hand in the kitchen, and that would just be a waste. "Lead the way."
"My bedroom." John said, reluctant to let go of Dave. "This way." Inspiration hit him then, and he kept his hand firmly on Dave's cock as he led him up the back stairs to his bedroom. He knew his way around his bedroom in the dark, but he knew Dave didn't, so he kept him close as he made his way over to one of the small lamps, far away from the bed. The light from it would be much dimmer than if he switched on one of the larger lamps.
Dave followed Carter eagerly, trying to catch up so he could thrust into the hand. Each step he took through the darkened house tightened his anticipation, he didn't have a clue where he was going, and he just kept getting harder. All he knew was the firm pressure on his penis.
"Will this do?" John asked as he finally let go of Dave's cock and gesturing around the room with his arm.
When the light went on Dave was just about ready to come if he'd found himself in front of a crowd of strangers. Instead he found himself in front of a crowd of ornate antiques in a room that was the size of a basketball court. He looked around, stunned, but the most important thing was the bed, and that the lacing on the crotch of the fuck-me pants was nearly undone. "Great. Bed now."
John smiled and pulled back the comforter, piling it at the foot of the bed. As he climbed onto the bed, he reached out and grabbed a tube of lubricant from his nightstand, handing it to Dave. "How do you want me? On my back? On all fours? Flat on my stomach?"
Dave grinned. A wide range of choices. Almost too wide a range though. Not the back, he'd never gone face to face with a man and wasn't too sure of how it worked. Just make a decision. "All fours."
Dave uncapped the tube and waited for Carter to get into the position. The jelly was cold on his fingers, and he squished it around a little warming it up.
"As you wish." John positioned himself in the middle of the bed, legs spread wide but his knees firmly planted in the mattress. If his back started to hurt he knew he could always lower his body until he was flat on his stomach. He decided to not rest on his hands though, and lowered himself down on his elbows, with the effect that his ass was even higher in the air, waiting for Dave.
Dave had been dreaming about this ass for so long. All week. Maybe more. And now he was getting to prepare it for his throbbing self. A beautiful ass.
Dave let himself anticipate for a little longer, undoing the laces above and below that ass, pushing the material sideways so he could see some of those taut buttocks.
John felt the leather of his pants being pushed to the side and the cool air of the room on his hot skin. John had to will himself to relax at that point because the anticipation of having Dave inside him once again was making him tense and he didn't want that. He wanted this to be even better than the fuck he had received at the bar.
A beautiful ass just waiting for him. Carter's ass. Dave squished the lubricant around and then started applying it to the area about the anus, working his way inward.
John shuddered as the still cool gel touched his skin. But the sensation of having it spread around and into his anus by Dave's fingers changed the shudder from being one of physical reaction to the cold to one of emotional reaction to what the man was doing to him.
Then more lubricant on his hand, and working his way in with first one finger then two. Sucking him inside, wanting him there. The muscles were a little looser than they been earlier - his fault that. "Mine." He finally spoke. "Mine."
"Dave? I thought you were in a hurry?" John asked, wanting Dave in him right then. "What else is there you need to do to get ready?"
Dave reached down and quickly coated his own dick with lubricant. It was cold, but only for a split second.
"Just who's the boss here?" Dave responded to Carter's impatient question by holding off a moment longer. Teasing that greedy ass with the head of his penis as he waited for the answer.
"Dammitt, Dave, this isn't a competition over who's boss, is it? Just fuck me. That's what you came here for, isn't it?" John snapped, his own need about to drive him crazy with desire. As if to drive the point home, John bucked backward, impaling himself upon Dave without warning and taking the choice away from the other man. John sighed loudly as he felt Dave's cock inside his body and he hoped that Dave didn't plan to pull it out until he was fully sated.
"It is." Dave ground forward. "I came here to fuck you and I'll fuck you and fuck you." Dave thrust himself in and out with the words, harder and harder. Carter was greedy, sucking him in, clenching on him, not letting him go. He was going to come fast, soon, NOW.
John grunted as Dave thrust into him, harder and harder. He did all he could to make the ride as pleasurable as possible for Dave, hoping and wishing it would last for a long time. But then he heard the change in Dave's breathing and knew that he was about to come. John suddenly stopped moving with Dave, hoping the change in tempo would delay his orgasm.
Dave thrust into Carter. The man had just stopped moving, damn him. He wanted something to push against. Needed something to push against. He grabbed hold of Carter's hips pulling them toward him desperately trying to replicate the motion.
When John felt Dave grab his hips and pull him back against him, he knew that it was useless to hope for a longer fuck. So, he began to move with Dave once again, matching him in intensity.
Then Dave felt himself gather his energy-spurt, long and fast.
He sank down against Carter's buttocks with his eyes closed, breathing deeply then softly.
When John felt Dave against his ass and lower back, he knew Dave's orgasm had passed. The weight of Dave's body was a little too much for his back to handle though, so he slowly lowered his body to the mattress, clenching his sphincter muscles tightly in an effort to keep Dave's cock inside of him for as long as possible.
"Tired?" John asked Dave as he pulled a pillow over to cradle his own head. He ignored his own throbbing erection while he waited to see what else would happen with Dave. He was hoping for a blowjob, but he wasn't quite sure if Dave knew how to give one of those. So far, everything about Dave was screaming to him that Dave had only ever been a top, never the bottom. Well, maybe that could change tonight, John thought with a smile.
Dave grunted as he felt himself being lowered to the bed, he made his arms tight about Carter's chest, and rolled over to his side, hoping that the man would come with him. Dave kept his eyes closed for a while - he didn't know how long - just that it had been a hell of a ride, and that Carter was still grasping him, holding him in place.
Wrapped up in Dave's arms, John didn't have much choice but to roll over to his side when Dave did. It was nice to be held like that and John decided to enjoy it for a bit. It was light enough in the bedroom to barely see, and dark enough to hopefully hide his body if Dave got insistent about removing his shirt again. It helped ease John's mind on that since he was facing the lamp and if Dave wanted to see him, he would most likely make him roll over to face Dave, so the light would be coming from behind John. He wished he could get up and cut if off, thereby eliminating all risk that Dave would see him and get disgusted by the way his body looked.
John began to laugh then as he noticed that Dave wasn't completely undressed either. All he had shed were his pants and underwear, shoes and socks. He had been in a hurry, John thought as he snuggled back against Dave's body.
Dave came to himself as he heard Carter laughing. He didn't know what was funny, but it seemed to be a long time since he'd heard it. It sounded good. He pulled Carter back against himself, and tried to nuzzle him, but was stopped by that damn shirt again.
Still Carter sounded happy. Dave would have kissed his neck, but there was no neck there. Just white shirt. And there wouldn't be and couldn't be a neck there until Dave withdrew himself. Sometimes being short really, really sucked.
John got his laughter under control before Dave could ask what was funny, then he happily said, "That was great, Dave. Just fucking great. Thank you."
Dave moved his upper hand over the shirt, loathe to actually move, and eventually found his way to the pants. And the waistband of the pants. He idly picked at the lacing on the top most leg, undoing it, feeling the skin underneath. Carter might be up for talking, but he wasn't yet.
John felt his breath catch as he realized that Dave was trying to undo the lacing on his pants. That was okay. He could handle that. There were no scars on his legs. "Dave, if you want the pants off, it might be faster if you let me take them off. It'll take a looong time if you try to unlace each leg." John said.
Dave let his hand slip away from the lacing. He'd never actually been in bed with a man before, and this was strange. On a dance floor, against a tree, on a bench. Sure. In a bed, no. This was new and strange. But neither did he want to let Carter, who seemed to be a practiced bottom, know of his inexperience.
If bottoms got undressed afterward, then that was what bottoms did.
"Sure." Dave withdrew himself, and moved up the bed a little, coming to a rest comfortably propped up on some pillows. "Take them off then." Maybe he'd get a bit of a show, and to fully see that ass that he'd been dreaming about.
John had felt a tinge of disappointment when Dave pulled out, but he knew it would happen sooner or later. John sat up and turned his head to look at Dave, thinking that the guy seemed perfectly at home in his bed. Even limp, Dave's cock was still impressive, John thought.
John got to his feet and stood so that his right side was facing away from Dave. Then he lifted his shirt up high enough so that he could undo the laciness to a point just past his hips. Then he turned to put his left side out of Dave's line of vision and repeated the process. After that he sat down on the side of the bed and began the long process of slowly peeling the leather down his legs. At least he had had the good sense earlier to remove his boots and socks, so they weren't in the way now.
Finally they were off and the air of the room felt good against John's skin. He straightened the leather, then got up and laid the pants out on the sofa at the foot of his bed. Then he returned to bed, crawling in from the side so he could get next to Dave's body again. The hem of his shirt completely covered his still erect cock, but John could feel air on his balls and knew Dave could see them hanging there within reach. And John hoped that Dave would reach for them.
That hadn't been much of a show, Dave was disappointed. But what happened next? What was he supposed to do now? He wondered. Ok, if this were a woman he'd kiss her. Okay, fine, kiss Carter, Dave thought.
Dave reached for the man, bringing his lips into line with Dave's own, probing his mouth with his tongue. Okay this was good -- very good. Yes, there was no problem here. This would turn out okay.
Dave put his hands around Carter, feeling that butt properly for the first time. He tickled around the asshole, feeling how small it had got again. You'd never guess that not so long ago he'd been in there.
Dave pushed his tongue more firmly into Carter's mouth claiming that orifice too. Then moved his hands down the finally naked legs, and up the sides. The hair on them was springy - not like women who got rid of every trace of it.
And up further. He encountered Carter's balls and cock there. And it was hard as a rock. His hand encircled it. There was only one explanation - unless Carter was such a bottom that he orgasmed as often as a woman. "You didn't come?"
John was getting into the kiss and enjoying the feel of Dave's hands on his skin when Dave suddenly broke off the kiss to ask him that question. John shook his head. "No. Not yet anyway," he replied, grinning. He rocked back and forth, liking the tight feel of Dave's hand around his cock and knowing that Dave would be just as tight if John entered him. "Maybe you can do something about that? Hmm?"
John moved slowly until he was fully on top of Dave's body, then he pushed with his knees until he had Dave's legs spread apart so he could settle between them. "Tell me the truth, Malucci. You haven't done much of this, have you?"
