Author/pseudonym: Clotho & Cathy
Email address: clothomoerae@hotmail.com and huntersglenn@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Status: 5/6
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.
Dave cranked his head back to look up at Carter. In the dim light he could see that the man looked angry. Ahead of him all Dave could see was a penis at half-mast, and folds of wet white cotton shirt draped over Carter's torso.
"Why do you get to make all the rules?" At the end of that sentence Dave wrenched his wrists from Carter and launched forward pushing the taller man over to the other side of the whirlpool and onto the seat over there.
He kneeled on the seat pinning Carter between his legs, and had one of Carter's wrists caught. The other hand was still roaming freely.
"You say, we'll do whatever. You say I'll get undressed. You bring me back here. You... "
John's free hand swept up out of the water and grabbed the back of Dave's head, pulling him closer and then John kissed him. There was nothing easy about this kiss. It was hot and passionate and John's tongue was incessant in the way it roamed around Dave's mouth. Once John was sure that the kiss wasn't going to end before it began, his hand sank back under the water to capture Dave's hard cock, stroking it a bit before going even lower to fondle Dave's balls.
Dave groaned into Carter's mouth; his tongue was everywhere, dueling with his, over and under and around. And under the water he felt Carter playing with him, teasing him. He released Carter's other hand and used his own to adjust the angle of Carter's head, getting it to where he needed it.
Worried that he might slip off Carter's thighs, Dave tried to wiggle forward on them, trying to get a better purchase, and felt Carter's other hand go behind him securing him in place.
And then Dave felt Carter's finger circle his asshole and enter it. God. He wasn't supposed to like this. He wasn't! He was sure he wouldn't. But he was trying to ease back and down, get it further in.
"Easy, Dave," John said after breaking his lips away. "There's no rush. Just relax." And then John let a second finger join the first one and he moved them in and out, making sure that he brushed against Dave's prostate with each stroke. The look on Dave's face was a mixture of surprise and wonder.
"So, you do like this after all," John said. He was smiling at Dave and he took advantage of having him practically in his lap by lowering his head to lick at his chest, letting his tongue trace circles around his nipples, teasing him with the promise of maybe sucking on them once again. "Do you want more?"
Dave rocked up and down, "Yes. More." There was no way anything more would fit. But he needed more of what Carter was doing. Needed it so badly. Dave rocked, trying to find the right motion. "More."
John looked around the edge of the whirlpool, trying to remember if he had brought the lube with him from the bedroom. He spotted it under the chair. Out of reach. Shit.
"We need to move to the other side, Dave. I need the lubricant."
Lubricant. Dave stopped moving as the word penetrated his mind. Lubricant meant more than was already happening. Lubricant meant...Dave dropped a hand and found Carter's cock. It was rock-hard and huge, massive. It was bigger than one finger, bigger than the two that now stretched him tight, bigger than three. A redwood among penises. At the bar and in the Jeep sure it had seemed big and hard, but not like this. This was just ridiculous. It would split anything it entered, break it irrevocably in two. Nothing entered by that could survive. Dave shook his head. "It's not going to fit."
John fought back the urge to laugh at Dave's statement. He wanted to show Dave just how much enjoyment he could receive from being fucked and embarrassing him by laughing at him was not the proper way to make sure that happened.
Dave looked Carter in the eyes and tried again. "It won't go. Just too big."
John withdrew his fingers, gratified to hear Dave make a small noise of regret when he did, then he wrapped his hand around Dave's cock.
"Dave, I'm not any bigger than you are." John took Dave's other hand and placed it on Dave's own cock so he could compare the two. "See? Now, you fit into me just fine, and I'll fit into you with no problem, too."
Dave felt the cocks in his hands. Carter's seemed huge, but his own was just normal. It wasn't right. How could they be the same size?
He didn't want to be split in two. God no. He began to move his hand slowly up and down Carter's half hoping that he'd come, and stop this right now. But also half hoping that Carter would stop him. Insist.
He looked up at Carter, to see his response.
John closed his eyes when Dave began to slowly pump him. It felt good, but it wasn't what he wanted. "Dave? Go get the lube." The hand didn't stop, so John reached down and let his hand encircle Dave's wrist, pulling his hand away. "Now, Dave."
When there was still no noticeable movement from the man on his lap, John opened his eyes. Dave still looked a little bit scared and John didn't want scared. He wanted Dave to be aroused. Well, there wasn't much he could do about the arousal problem at the moment, but he could get rid of the fear.
"Don't tell me that you're chicken." John evenly said. He hoped that Dave would consider this to be a challenge that needed to be met and bested. If he didn't, then John wasn't sure what else he could do or say to gain Dave's cooperation tonight.
Dave stopped his pumping. Looked at Carter square in the eyes.
"Go get the lube, Dave."
Dave stood, obeying those eyes. His half-hard dick was getting a bit stiffer under Carter's gaze. He climbed out of the pool looking for the chair that Carter had talked about.
He couldn't see a thing. Carter might have been able to lead him through the darkened house before, but Dave couldn't replicate that feat. He stabbed at a glowing switch, and was rewarded by the overhead lights flicking on. Dave blinked in the sudden lighting, and looked around. He could see the chair and the tube easily now. He looked back to where was Carter still sitting in the pool, then walked toward the lube with faltering steps.
John blinked hard against the glare of the overhead lights, but he watched Dave get the lubricant. And when it was apparent that Dave was headed directly back to him, he knew he needed to stop him.
"Dave, the lights. Please cut off the lights?" He didn't mean to sound pleading, but so far Dave hadn't noticed his scars and John wanted to make sure it stayed that way. And he couldn't do that if the overhead lights were on, illuminating the entire room and everything -- and everyone -- in it.
Dave turned around at Carter's words. The lights were bright. He was still blinking in them himself. "Sure. Hang on." With the tube in his hand Dave returned slowly to the light switch.
He didn't want to return to the whirlpool, but he couldn't wait to be there. Dave turned off the overhead lights, and walked back in the darkness that was now only relieved by the underwater lights still glistening up through the main pool.
He slipped suddenly, on a patch of slick marble by the edge of the pool, and flew forward, landing with an almighty splash.
John couldn't keep from laughing as he watched Dave make an unintentional dive into the deep end of the swimming pool. Getting out, he walked over to the edge of the pool to make sure Dave was all right.
"You do know how to swim, don't you?" After asking that, John walked over to the pool's edge to try to see if Dave was conscious.
Dave rolled over onto his back, and paddled out to the middle of the swimming pool. "Com'n get me." He'd let go of the lube at some point during his fall, and it was, well, somewhere. And he was safe - for the moment - and could play. He splashed some water in Carter's direction. "How many pools d'ya have?"
John laughed again. "This is it. Well, there's the one outside. And a whirlpool beside it. They're twins to the ones in here. But, it's way too cold to be outside in the pool. Although on cold nights it does feel good to get into the hot whirlpool out there." John could see that Dave's hands were empty.
"What did you do with the lube?" He stepped closer to the edge to peer down into the water, then spotted it on the bottom of the deepest part of the pool. "Never mind. I'll get it."
John dove into the pool, heading directly for the lube. He was used to swimming underwater and could hold his breath for a long time. And now it was paying off because he could see Dave floating on the water above him. So, John pushed off with his feet from the bottom of the pool, torpedoing his body at Dave's. John broke the surface right beside Dave and grabbed him around the waist, kissing Dave just as he pulled the other man under the water with him.
Dave looked around for a second wondering where Carter was, then felt himself grabbed firmly about the waist. He turned to kiss Carter with enthusiasm, working his tongue into the other man's mouth.
Dave let Carter pull him under, and then he set to work at getting the bedraggled white shirt off Carter's shoulders.
John was so busy sucking on Dave's tongue and trying to not breathe that it wasn't until the shirt was gone that he realized Dave had been undressing him the rest of the way. Damn. John broke off the kiss and swam to the surface, hoping the shirt had floated to the top of the water. It had to be there somewhere. When he'd turned on the pool lights he'd had no intention of coming in here. Shit. Where was that shirt?
Dave bobbed to the surface a second after Carter. And set to work chasing him down the pool. Maybe he wasn't the world's best swimmer, but he should be able to catch him. Corner him somehow. He managed to grab an ankle, and pulled Carter toward him, determined to capture that mouth again.
John felt a hand wrap around his ankle and he tried to twist free, but he couldn't. And then he was being pulled backward until he found himself in Dave's arms.
"Let go. Where's my shirt? Why'd you have to take it off, huh?" John started to push away from Dave, but then he suddenly felt tired and he stopped. Instead of putting more space between his body and Dave's, John slumped against Dave's chest. "Why?" he asked, his voice slightly muffled by Dave's chest. "I asked you not to do that, Dave." Dammitt. He would not cry. Not here with Dave. John felt a bit shocked to discover that being here with Dave meant a lot more to him than he had wanted it to. And now it would all be ruined.
Dave was surprised when Carter slumped against his chest. They'd just been playing some kind of sex game, and now Carter wasn't looking at him, wasn't even making patterns in the hair on his chest.
Dave tightened his arms about Carter, and kicked a bit to keep their heads above water. He could vaguely remember (now that Carter mentioned it) that he'd said SOMETHING about staying dressed, but that was hours ago. "What is it? Your gettin' laid shirt? Think you're not going to get me now?"
"I know I'm not going to get you now." John said, his voice low. "Look at me, Dave. Take a good look. And then you can make all the comments you want about how ugly I am and leave, okay?" But John didn't try to pull out of Dave's embrace quite yet, even though he knew he should. It felt too good to be held like this. Especially by Dave.
"Huh? Ugly?" Dave didn't get this. "You want me to tell you how pretty you are? Like the chicks do?"
Okay, if Carter wanted to be treated like a chick, Dave could do that. He made small stroking movements over Carter's back, while trying to keep them upright in the water.
John shook his head. He had never needed to hear false praises for his body or looks. And he didn't need or want it now. He knew that anything said would be a lie. Hell, he looked at his scars every morning in the mirror. He knew how hideous his body looked. He pushed away from Dave's body, his sudden movement catching Dave off guard enough so that John was able to get out of his embrace. John swam for the shallow end of the pool, then started to get out, walking up the steps.
Halfway up, he fully turned around and looked back at Dave. "Look at me, Dave. Can you really say that this," John ran his hand down the long scar that ran from under his rib cage and almost to his cock, "turns you on? Or this?" John touched the scar from the colostomy, then turned halfway and touched his hand to his back. "Or these? There's nothing here that would excite anyone."
"Oh." Dave paddled toward the shallow end following Carter. Even with the underwater lighting on, the steps were still largely in shadow. And it was difficult to see the scars that Carter was pointing to, though as he got closer they became more visible. "Sobriki did a real slice 'n dice number on you huh?"
"He only got me in the back. The others are from surgery. The towels are over by the whirlpool. While you're drying off I'll call for a cab." John turned his back on Dave and started out of the pool.
Dave scrambled the last few strokes to the steps then up the steps. He called out after Carter. "Hey, scars aren't so bad." But all Dave could see in the gloomy room was Carter's retreating back. "You're just going to let me go? Without..." Dave couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. "Withou..."
John stopped as he detected a hint of disappointment in Dave's voice. And what he had said about scars not being so bad. Adam had been pretty vocal about how bad they were. And then had gone on to tell John how lucky he was to have found someone like Adam, because other guys would have kicked him out of bed in a heartbeat once they had seen his scars. Looking back, John could now see that Adam was trying to play mind games with him, make him think that only Adam would put up with him and therefore he should stay with Adam and not look around for someone else. John had never given Adam any indication that he wanted a relationship, so he wasn't sure why Adam would think he was his boyfriend, but even Dave had mentioned how possessive Adam's behavior was.
When John heard Dave's voice trail off, he turned around. Dave was standing on the top step, looking doubtful. Looking like a Greek god, his skin shining from the water, the shadows of the room making patterns over his muscles. John felt the blood rush back to his groin and his cock sprang back to life. He wanted this man. Wanted to bring him so much pleasure that it was almost painful to feel the want.
John walked back over to Dave, and then deliberately walked to the step just below the one Dave was standing upon. This put him slightly shorter than Dave, but it was just the right height for kissing. "I don't want you to go. But, I thought that you would find me repulsive." John reached out and ran his hands down Dave's waist and over his hips. "Please stay."
Dave felt a small smile start as Carter turned and began to return to him. It got bigger and bigger the closer Carter got to him. And when Carter stood on the step below him, his cock at full attention, the smile threatened to explode off both sides of his face.
He bent his head down to kiss Carter. Dave didn't usually like being asked to stay - it cramped his style. But staying here tonight sounded very good indeed. He bent forward slightly to kiss Carter on the lips, then stood upright again.
Dave looked downwards at the scars crossing Carter's belly. And traced his finger along one of them. "Turn around. Slowly." Dave moved his finger along all the scars in turn. When Carter was facing him again, Dave asked, "They still hurt?"
John shrugged. "Sometimes. I get more pain from the colostomy than from the rest. Except for my back. I think most of it is up here, you know?" John tapped the side of his head. "So, they really don't disgust you? You're...well, you're just the second guy, person really, that I've been with since the stabbing. Adam tried to make it sound as if I would never be able to get another guy into bed as long as I looked this way, so I should be glad I had him."
"Adam tried to feed you drugs Carter! Forget about what he said, he's a loser." Dave shrugged. "It's not like you'd win Miss Illinois, but d'ya want to enter? They're just scars."
Dave reached down, and tapped Carter's dick. "That is FAR more interesting than your scars."
John grinned. "Yeah? Well, it's interested in doing something special right now." Then he remembered that the lubricant was once more at the bottom of the pool. "I'll be right back."
Dave looked on as Carter sprang into action, suddenly moving fast. And suddenly he was back with the tube of lube.
The tube that was supposed to be on the bottom of the pool
Oh shit.
"Dave, have you ever done it in a pool before?" John asked as he sank to his knees on the step where Dave waited.
Dave shook his head. "No." He kept quiet for a second, but then continued, trying to keep his voice even. "I haven't done, you know, it at all."
So, his suspicions had been right on target, John thought. And he would be Dave's first. Dave would be 'his' in a way that he could never be anyone else's.
"That's all right, Dave. Everyone has to have a first time. I'm going to do some things to you and I want you to tell me if you like them, okay?"
Without waiting for Dave's acknowledgement, John took Dave's semi-erect cock into his mouth, taking it in slowly until he had all of it. Then he slid his mouth up and down the shaft, sucking, licking and nibbling a bit before deep throating Dave once more. John took a last lick at the tip of Dave's penis, then looked up at him, noting the half-closed eyes and quick breathing of his lover. "Did you like that?"
Dave gave a regretful groan when Carter's mouth left him. "Oh yes, Carter." He couldn't help but thrust a bit toward Carter, wanting back in. He dropped down to sit beside Carter. "But, ya know, people HAVE done that to me before."
John grinned. "Okay, but what about this?" He gently pushed on Dave's chest until he had him prone, glad they were on the top step. Then he carefully lifted Dave's legs so he could gain access to his ass. John heard a loud gasp from Dave the minute his tongue touched the sensitive skin around Dave's anus. His determination to pleasure Dave gained a new purchase when John heard Dave's reaction and he began to rim him in earnest, knowing that aside from providing pleasure for Dave, the action was also helping to prepare him for being fucked.
John let his tongue flitter one last time over Dave's tight opening, and then he sat back on his haunches. "I'll bet no one has ever done that for you. Am I right?"
Dave didn't know what Carter was going to do until he did it. He wiggled impatiently grinding his hips onto the marble. "Oh God. What..." He tried to gain some leverage on the steps to pull himself toward Carter, and found himself drumming his legs on Carter's back doing his best to push him forward. "God." Then, finally "Why did you stop?"
John chuckled. "You didn't answer my question." He lowered his head and flicked his tongue over Dave's opening once more, then let it linger there a bit, just barely pressing on that spot with it. Then stopping. "Has anyone ever done that for you before?"
Dave shook his head mutinously. "You did. A second ago."
John shook his head, amazed at just how stubborn Dave could be. "All right then. What about this?" John slowly pressed his finger inside of Dave, aiming for the prostate gland. Again, he didn't wait for an answer from Dave before he began to do something else. With his other hand, John held Dave's balls in place and then slowly began to suck Dave's scrotum into his mouth. It was a trick he had learned a long time ago when he had been in a boat race south of the equator. The guy who had shown him how to do that had assured him that it would amaze and stun most guys he tried it on. So far, that advice had been right on target. While Dave's body was telling John how much he was enjoying the double onslaught of sensation, John had added two fingers to the one already inside of Dave. And then Dave would be ready for something a bit larger.
The cool marble gave Dave no purchase to push against. He couldn't do anything but feel what Carter was doing to him. Utterly helpless. He needed to come, needed to come right now, he was being sucked and pushed and rubbed and blown. Dave reached desperately for his cock, needing to aid his own release.
When Dave tried to touch himself, John grabbed his wrist. The only way that Dave would come now was from what John did to him and nothing else. John gently disengaged his mouth from Dave's balls and looked up at Dave. "You're not allowed to come yet. It will be soon though. Very soon." John moved around until he was beside Dave, also lying on the marble steps.
Dave felt cold and empty as Carter stopped sucking and pressing and blowing. So alone. And he wasn't even allowed to touch himself, the only place Carter was touching him was on the wrist. Dave opened his eyes and rolled toward the hand. "Again?"
"I want to feel your mouth on my cock, Dave. I promise that I won't push it into your mouth and I don't want you to suck me off. But I do want to feel you sucking on me. If you can't do that for me, then..." John let his voice trail off, his threat left unspoken as he waited to see what Dave would do.
Oh god. How did he get himself into these situations? Dave shook his head, but heard Carter's threat. He couldn't just stay here, forever on the brink, with release always tantalizingly out of reach. He tried to roll over, rub himself on Carter, but he moved away. Oh god. He had to do it; there was nothing else. "Will you put your hands in my hair?"
"Do you want me to do that?" John was finding it amusing to see how many different ways Dave could move in an effort to gain relief. But John was determined to get everything he wanted tonight, and he wasn't going to let Dave's stubborn streak get in his way. He was just as stubborn, if not more, and was probably more determined to win.
"No!"
"Then I won't. I won't touch you at all, if that's what you want." John spread his legs so Dave would have room to nestle between them. Then he waited.
