Author/pseudonym: MonaCK and Cathy Roberts
Email address: monaCK2@yahoo.com and huntersglenn@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Status: Finished
Pairing: John Carter/Luka Kovac/Dave Malucci
Date: December 20, 2003
Archive: Please ask first
Series: 33/?
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. The title of the story was inspired by the Jimmy Buffett song of the same name, and no infringement is intended. The story can be found on the following web sites: http://www.heresmona.com/fanfic.html
http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Boutique/7087/, and
http://www.errealmofslash.com
Summary: It's a slashy A/U story about how Season 8 might have been and contains no spoilers for the current season.
"Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes, Part 33"
By MonaCK and Cathy Roberts
Dropping John's hand, Dave made his way back towards the stove. Grabbing the box of pasta, he poured it into the boiling water, and then picked up a spoon to stir it a bit. While all of that was cooking, Dave took some sausage out of the freezer, intending on frying some up to put in the pasta for them.
John watched Dave, then spoke. "I understand about sometimes needing to be alone. We all feel like that from time to time. And if you just let me know, then I'll be more than willing to leave you in peace, Dave. I've never been one to intrude upon someone's solitude and I don't intend to start now. But," John shifted uneasily as he continued. "You have to understand that sometimes I just need to be alone, too. This...this afternoon wouldn't have happened if you all would have just left me alone as I had asked. I was trying to figure out things in my head and having you guys force your way into my room didn't help me any." John didn't want to rehash all that had happened earlier, but he did want Dave to understand that the need for solitude was a two way street.
Dave finished pouring oil in the pan, but before turning on the flame, he turned back towards John. His voice was soft, but serious. "You...scared the Hell outta me today, John. I...I'm sorry that we barged in like that, but, the...the things you were sayin'...I really I really got scared that you were gonna try to hurt yourself. And that's why I forced the issue. I'm...I'm sorry. I just got scared..."
"I'm sorry you were scared, Dave. I'd never do anything rash like that, I hope you know it. But I didn't start saying anything until you forced the issue. All I wanted was to be left alone and you guys didn't want me to get that. I'm sorry if I sound bitter about this, but before we left, when I went to check on Luka, he just wanted to be alone and I was expected to just go along with that and not argue. I couldn't help but compare that attitude with the way the two of you treated me. I'm not a child, even though I will admit I behaved like one today, but I'm not made of glass and I won't break." John started to open cabinets, looking for the plates so he could set the table. He hadn't wanted to argue with Dave, but it was beginning to look as if that's what was going to happen.
"Look, I'm admitting I overreacted today...okay? And I'm sorry for that. I missed you and I wanted to see you. And I'm sorry I didn't give you the space you needed. It's not like you to call out of work...and I was worried when I heard you had. I wanted to make sure you weren't sick. I'm not sayin' that it was right...cause it wasn't, but I made a mistake, okay? I was worried about you...really friggen worried...and I wasn't thinkin'."
Dave turned back towards the food, and turned on the flame under the frying pan. He then heated the oil, and reached for the sausages so he could begin to brown them. The pasta was almost done, and if they didn't want to eat an overcooked dinner, Dave had to refocus on getting dinner ready. It certainly was better than picking a fight.
John put the plates by the sink, thinking it would be easier to put the pasta on them there as opposed to hauling everything to the table. Dave's explanation made sense even though John still wasn't happy about what had happened. "Okay. Just don't overreact again, all right?"
"The best I can do I promise that I'll try not to overreact. But well...what if somethin' happens again, and I don't follow my gut?" he said, as he turned towards John. "What if you really do need my help? Do...do you promise that if I don't overreact...that you'll *tell* me if you need my help?"
The admissions of the day still worried Dave quite a bit, but he knew enough not to push the issue for the time being. Dave really didn't want to have a fight -- or start another bout of John closing himself off to Dave.
John looked over at Dave, not sure what there ever could be that he'd need help with, so it would be an easy promise to make. "I promise. *If* I ever need your help, I'll tell you. So, the next time I need to wash the Jeep, expect a call from me," John said with a smile that he hoped would further ease the tension between them. "So, now that the promises are out of the way, do you have any idea where the flat wear is?"
Dave furrowed his brow. "I think there's some silverware in that drawer over there. If not, I picked up some plastic wear today in case there wasn't any here. I might need to get out and buy some. I'll bet that whatever is in that drawer needs to be washed though, so if you wouldn't mind doin' that while I put the finishin touched on dinner, that would be good," Dave said, as he finished browning the sausage.
John grinned at Dave. "Dave, when Gamma has the cottage made ready for someone, it's made completely ready. Everything in here has been washed within the past few days, trust me on that," he said as he went to the indicated drawer and took out what they'd need.
While John took care of the flatware, Dave drained the pasta with a strainer into the sink. Then, he prepared two plates with paste, sauce and sausage for the two of them. There was going to be some left over, which was fine, since it would likely be what Dave would have for the next few nights.
"I hope you like it," Dave said, as he placed the plates on the table. "It's a Malucci specialty.."
John sniffed deeply. "If it tastes half as good as it smells then I'll be very happy, thank you. What would you like to have to drink? Or, maybe I should be asking what you bought that we can drink?" John asked as he looked for glasses.
"I got us some soda. Coke, that's what you like, right? I also have some iced tea that we can make if you'd prefer that...or lemonade...or Hell, tap water if you want." Dave rattled off the list of items, as he looked over towards John. "I'll take some Coke, go ahead and peruse the fridge to see if there's somethin' there that strikes your fancy. I"m not lettin' you have the beer though," he teased, as he moved his food around on his plate.
"I don't drink," John absently replied as he reached for the Coke, "But I can pour one for you if you'd like one. Although after last night, I'm surprised you haven't poured it all down the drain," he added with a smirk. "Would you like ice in yours?"
"I know you don't drink. I was just teasin' ya," Dave said, as he looked up towards John. "I don't wanna beer now. A Coke with ice will be fine. Now, hurry up and sit down before your pasta gets cold."
"God, you get bossy when you're starving, don't you?" John joked as he filled the glasses with ice, then opened up the two liter bottle. He carried the glasses and the bottle to the table, then began to pour out the soda there. "Okay, I'm here at the table, happy now?" John teased as he sat down. His stomach growled as he caught another whiff of the sauce and he was half tempted to make Dave pour his own Coke just so he could start eating, but he didn't. He had offered to get the drinks and John had no intention of eating until Dave's glass was full.
"What can I tell ya," he said, a smile forming on his lips. "You can't separate a Malucci from the thing he wants to eat..." That very thing applied to both food, and someone he wanted to get into bed. And Dave was referring to both when he spoke. However, Dave did not have any intentions of seducing John that night. Not after everything that happened.
He impatiently waited for John to finish pouring the soda, and then once he saw John was ready to eat, Dave finally dug into his own food. "Mmm, this is much better than hot dogs..."
John agreed with Dave about that, but he really didn't see the need to give the man a swelled head about his cooking abilities, especially since it had come from a jar. "Yeah, I have to agree with you about that. Classico beats hot dogs hands down any day, doesn't it? Now, Dr. Weaver, she's a 'real' cook, you know? Uses fresh tomatoes in a sauce that takes all day to cook. Freshly grated Romano cheese -- that became a weekly table joke, homemade garlic bread. Man, there are times when I really do miss living in her basement."
Dave sat up straighter in his chair. "Hey, now...I didn't have time to make the sauce from scratch. This was a quick dinner. You come over in a couple of days, and I'll have a full gourmet spread for ya. I might not know how to do much, but I *do* know my way around the kitchen," he said, as he looked over towards his dining companion. That sounded like a challenge John was issuing, and Dave was never one to back down from a challenge.
"A few days, huh? Okay, it's a date, then. So, do I get to go grocery shopping with you again? Because one thing I know from helping Kerry shop, you didn't buy anything today to create a full gourmet spread," John said as he scooped up another forkful of pasta and sausage. "Seriously, though, this is pretty good." John looked at Dave from the corner of his eye. "Then again, when a person's starving, just about anything tastes pretty good."
"I'm aware I didn't buy enough to make a full gourmet spread...which is why I *didn't* make a full gourmet spread. Yeah...I might be convinced to have company again," Dave said, as he smiled from ear to ear. A date. Dave liked the sound of that. But the smile faded a bit when John continued to speak. "So, you'll only eat my food when you're starvin', huh," Dave said, his voice laced with teasing. "You know, that's how I get most people to eat my cookin'...by starvin' them first. And, hey, you know, you're the last person who should complain about my cookin', Mr. I can't even boil water..." Dave was grinning from ear to ear, enjoying the bantering back and forth.
His mouth full of pasta, John could only shake his fork in Dave's direction. He hastily swallowed. "I'll have you know that I can too boil water. I just can't cook anything in it. Give me something frozen, directions and a microwave, and I won't starve. I can also handle a can opener with ease, so there," John said with a grin.
"Ah, I see. So if we ever *do* get around to movin' in together, I'll have to leave you specific instructions on how to not burn my kitchen down," Dave said, his mouth twitching into a grin once more. Dave tried not to think about the fact that them moving in together would likely never happen, and instead decided to live in the moment.
He took another bite of his food, and stole another glance over towards John. "So...this soundtrack is really good," he said, as a certain silence fell over the room. "It's not very intrusive, but I guess that most movie soundtracks aren't."
"That's good because it's yours," John casually said as he reached for his Coke. He needed something to do while thinking over what Dave had said in jest. The strange thing was that a part of John liked the idea of moving in with Dave, living with the man, following his cooking instructions. Spending all his days and nights with Dave. It was almost enough to make him forget that Luka Kovac existed -- almost, but not quite. There had to be some way to decide between then, John thought, and then a new idea began to form in his mind, one so simple that he was shocked he hadn't thought of it before. But he wouldn't mention it to Dave or Luka -- not yet, anyway. He was too afraid they'd find fault with his possible solution, so he had to make sure that he had it fully worked out before presenting it to either one of them.
Dave's eyes opened wide. "You...you got the soundtrack for me? Wow...you...you didn't have to do that," he said, as he his eyes drift back towards the living room. "Thank...thank you, John. I mean, really, thank you..." It was a simple gesture, but still it made Dave's heart skip a beat. And as he continued to eat his pasta, Dave found that he was enjoying the CD more and more -- probably because it was given to him as a gift from the man he loved.
"I wanted to," John said. "And the System Of A Down CD is yours, too," he added. "I wasn't sure if you had any music with you and I didn't want you to sit over here in silence if you didn't have to."
"Whoa...thanks, man. I really appreciate it. A lot. People...don't buy me presents...and ...I don't know how to thank you," he said, truly flustered over the gift.
John smiled over at Dave. "You just did. And you're welcome."
Dave finished the last of the pasta on his plate, and then pushed the plate back slightly. "So how do you want to spend the rest of the afternoon? Unless you wanna go back to the house? I understand if you do. I mean, you don't haveta stay here if you don't want to...but, I...I wouldn't mind spending some more time with ya...if ya don't have to rush back.." Dave looked up to John, almost shyly. It was almost like starting over again.
"Well, the first thing I'm going to do is wash up your dishes. You cooked, so it's only fair for me to clean up the kitchen. And then I wouldn't mind it if you let me sneak outside for a smoke. After that...well, I'm willing to play it by ear." And maybe you'll ask me to stay overnight, John thought.
Dave nodded. "Yeah, I guess I've kept you away from your ciggy butts long enough," Dave teased, as he got up from the table. "But let me at least help ya bring the dishes to the sink."
He helped John clear the table, and stood by his side, making small talk while John washed the dishes. Then, he headed out towards the living room while John went outside to smoke. When he sat down on the couch, he picked up the CD case from the U571 CD that John had bought him, and then pulled out the CD jacket. As he flipped through the pictures, he furrowed his brow. The only guy he would classify as "hot" was Jon Bon Jovi? Did John think that Dave looked like Jon Bon Jovi? He grinned. Jon Bon Jovi *was* a nice looking guy, but Dave had never been compared to him in the looks department before.
As John smoked, he thought about what might still happen. If Dave asked him to stay overnight, then John was pretty sure that they wouldn't be having sex, not with as much as Dave had been talking about that. And John knew he could handle that. After all, he and Luka had slept together the night before, both of them naked, and not done anything.
The day slowly slipped away and John watched as lights came up in the house. It was definitely time to go back inside, although he could have easily stayed where he was long enough to smoke another cigarette or two. But he knew Dave was waiting for him, so John made sure the cigarette was out, then he picked up the butt to throw it away. Just the few steps to do that sent sharp waves of pain up his legs from his feet, and John found himself limping as he approached the door. He decided the pain was more than enough reminder of how stupid he had been acting earlier, throwing things like a child having a tantrum. It was no wonder Dave and Luka overreacted and were worried about him. As John started to open the door, he willed himself to ignore the pain -- he didn't want Dave to see him limping and thinking that his feet were hurting him overly much. Especially if thoughts like that made Dave think about sending John back to the house before his feet became any more tender.
When he entered the cottage, he saw Dave in the living room, lounging on the couch and grinning wickedly. "What are you up to?" John asked as he headed for the trash can.
Dave held up the picture he had been looking at, so that John could see too. "So you uh, you think I look like Jon Bon Jovi?" He cocked his head to the side, and the smile remained on his lips. He was confused, but Hell...if John thought Dave looked like the cute New Jersey native, he was not going to complain.
John walked over to the couch and took the insert from Dave, lookin closely at it before shaking his head and grinning. "No. I thought you looked like the cute Italian guy in the picture on the right, but I was mistaken. Not about him being cute, but about him looking like you."
Dave moved his eyes over towards the picture that John indicated, and again furrowed his brow. That guy was alright looking -- and yeah, maybe a little cute. But then Dave brought his gaze up to John's, his lips forming a pouty, puppy dog like expression. "Ya...ya sayin' that I'm not cute?"
"Trust me, Dave, there's nothing at all 'cute' about you," John replied with a smirk. He sat down and handed the insert back to Dave. "Puppies are 'cute', babies are 'cute'. You're way above cute and I much prefer handsome over cute any day." And if John let his hand brush against Dave's as he said that, well, who could blame him? It wasn't all that difficult to think up excuses for touching Dave.
Dave's lips twitched into a smile once more, as he kept his eyes locked on John's. "Yeah, well, yer not so bad yourself, ya know...pretty damned nice lookin'..." For want of something to do, Dave focused his attention down to the CD case he had in his hands, and placed the insert back into its place, putting it aside. After he was done with that, he turned his full attention back to John. Reaching his own hand upwards, he covered John's hand with his own, and leaned into it.
"So...uh, I...I don't suppose I can convince you to spend the night?"
John's smirk quickly changed into a genuine smile. "I was hoping you'd ask me that. I'd like to stay here...you know...to keep you from being lonely on your first night in a new place." John felt a huge sense of relief now that Dave had invited him to stay, but he still didn't know just what 'spending the night' would mean. Would they make love or just sleep? Looking for a way to find out without seeming too obvious, John asked "I should go and get my pajamas now, so I won't have to walk over to the house later."
Dave cocked his brow. "Why walk all the way back to the house? I mean.. if you really wanna sleep in PJs, I'm sure I have somethin' here that'll fit ya. At least, a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. They're in my suitcase, so they'll be easy to find.."
Dave took John's hand fully in his, and brought it to his lips, kissing each finger gently. "I mean, I don't know...I just...I miss sleepin' next to ya...more than anything else, I think. I sorta got used to waking up with your face next to mine in the mornin'..."
Dave knew that that was not something that was going to happen every day -- after all, Luka would want his turn. But for that night, Dave could pretend that it was just the two of them.
"I miss that, too," John admitted. But he was definitely at a loss over what to expect once they were in bed. With the way Dave was kissing his fingers, did that mean that he wanted to make love? Or was Dave's offer of pajamas his way of telling John that he didn't want to make love? "You know, I think my lips taste a bit better than my fingers, and it occurs to me that while you've given me a few kisses today, they haven't been the kind to knock my socks off, if you know what I mean." John hoped that his suggestion would give him a better idea of Dave's intentions. If the man kissed him breathless, then John felt fairly confident that they weren't going to be going to sleep immediately after going to bed.
But if Dave turned down that suggestion, then that meant -- John had no idea what it would mean. Would it mean that Dave really and truly meant what he had said about loving him even without any sex involved and was just trying to prove it? Or would it mean that John's attempt to push Dave away by revealing how much of a slut he really was had worked too well and now Dave didn't want to have anything sexual to do with him? John didn't like either answer.
"Yeah? Well, I happen to think that your lips taste a lot better than your fingers as well." As he spoke, and anticipated, Dave felt his dick twitch. He wasn't sure what was going to happen. But one thing was certain, Dave was going to kiss the Hell out of John.
And as he moved his hand to John's cheek, his lips followed, and soon his mouth covered John's. It was a deep, intense, and passionate kiss -- one that they hadn't shared since the previous day.
The passion of the kiss took John's breath away -- as expected -- and he found himself becoming aroused as the kiss continued. He put one hand behind Dave's neck, holding the man in place while his other hand ventured toward the crotch of Dave's pants and finding that Dave's cock was hardening behind the fabric. John was sure he had the answer to his questions and knew he wouldn't need to take Dave up on the offer of the loan of sleepwear.
Dave shuddered slightly as John's hand found his dick. And Dave would have been a fool to think that he wasn't getting more turned on with each passing moment. And even though Dave's mind told him that this was not the brightest of ideas -- his heart and his libido were telling him otherwise. And as the kiss finally ended, Dave pulled back slightly, but left his hand lingering around John's neck.
"I...John, you know I want you, but I...I wanna make sure that you're okay. That you're okay with us foolin' around, and I wanna... I wanna make sure you know that I love you before we go any further."
John nodded. "I know that, and I love you, too. And I'll be okay with it, Dave. I don't usually use my feet too much when making love with you, so there's no danger of them being hurt," John earnestly assured his lover. It was kind of sweet that Dave was concerned about his physical well-being, but John definitely had no intention of being on his feet any longer than necessary to get up the stairs and to the bed. Provided they even waited that long before getting things started.
John moved his hand away from Dave's groin and gently caressed Dave's cheek with the back of his fingers. "I love you and would very much enjoy showing you just how much."
Dave realized that John didn't exactly understand what he was referring to, but John's last comment caught Dave off guard. And Dave felt that he couldn't refuse him. Not in the slightest.
"I'd very much like that," he said, his eyes full of emotion as they locked with John's. "Do...do we wanna take this up to the bedroom?"
"Sounds good to me," John replied. He got to his feet and took Dave's hand in his. John was going to start for the stairs but then he wondered if Dave wanted to cut off the lights in the room before they went to the bedroom and he hesitated, waiting to see what Dave was going to do. John didn't care if his grandmother or anyone else in the household looked toward the cottage and only saw lights on upstairs. Most of them knew what was going on anyway. Luka was the only one there that John would worry about, and he had gone to bed early and wouldn't be gazing in the direction of the cottage, so his feelings wouldn't be hurt by knowing that John and Dave were up in the bedroom.
Dave smiled, and looked off towards the kitchen. He thought for a moment of just leaving all the lights on, but Hell...he was staying rent free at John's Grandmother's cottage. He might as well try to save her on the electricity bills. "So, uh, let me just get some of these lights off. There are entirely too many on, and then we can...uh, retire for the evenin'. How does that sound?" Dropping John's hand momentarily, Dave started off towards the kitchen, so he could cut the lights off in there. Then he cut off the main light in the living room, leaving only a small light by the front door on.
"That sounds good," John agreed with a smile. But as soon as Dave's back was to him, John's smiled faded. His feet were really hurting and he thought about heading up the stairs before Dave, so that he could limp his way to the bed while out of Dave's line of vision, but Dave seemed to be moving quickly, and John had to smile once more as Dave headed into the living room.
"That's better. Let's go on up."
"After you," John said, waving his hand in the direction of the stairs so he could have the advantage of being behind Dave as they walked up them. Not only would he be able to limp, but John would also enjoy the side benefit of having a close-up view of Dave's butt along the way.
Dave smiled, and brushed his hand against John's cheek. "You just wanna look at my ass, don't you?"
The thought that John's feet might be bothering him didn't' really enter into Dave's mind -- Dave was way too focused on becoming intimate with John once again -- somehow cementing their relationship further -- somehow making them one again. There was no way that Luka could make John feel the way that Dave could, no way in Hell. And if making love to John, TRULY making love to him, was a way to show that, then Dave was all for it.
Dave darted halfway up the stairs, and then turned his head over his shoulder to watch John walk up. Furrowing his brow at John's slow pace, he frowned. "Hey, ya sure you're okay there?
John glanced up at Dave and smiled. "I'm doing wonderful. I'm just taking my time looking at your ass, that's all." The truth was that John had been spending half of his time walking up the stairs with his eyes closed against the pain, but he didn't want Dave to know that. So, he kept his eyes glued to Dave's face as he caught up to the man. "Keep walking so I can keep looking," John said with a teasing smile. "I can catch up to you at the bed."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Dave said, returning his smile. Facing forward once more, Dave continued to climb the stairs, but a little bit slower this time. It was only then that the thought crossed his mind that John's feet might still be hurting him. And he made a mental note to check the man's feet when they got to bed. He also was trying to remember where his medical bag was -- and then he realized that he had brought it up to the hall closet, so it was easily accessible from his bedroom.
Finally reaching the door to his room, Dave turned once more, aware that John was lagging behind him. "I wanna check out your feet," he said, as the other man drew closer. "No arguments. They might need to be rewrapped..."
John was tempted to argue, but then realized that Dave was right. He had been out walking around, and, if nothing else, they needed to be cleaned and rebandaged. But there was still a way to keep the mood going. "Do I have to strip for this exam, Dr. Malucci?" he asked with a knowing smile.
"Well, I think that we might as well kill two birds with one stone," Dave said, as he took John's hand in his again. As they walked into the bedroom, Dave led John over to the bed, and as they stood in front of it, Dave eyed his body up and down. "You know, it's been tough keepin' my hands off of you all day...despite my best efforts..."
He placed his hands on the top of John's pants, and began to unbuckle the belt while keeping his eyes locked on John's. "I'm lookin' forward to seein' what's underneath."
"I don't think it's changed much since yesterday," John joked as he held back on his urge to help Dave undress him. "Probably time for a shave, though, but you can probably judge that better than I can. I'm sure I haven't been doing as good a job at it as you used to do." Even as John spoke he found himself wondering if his own eyes were as darkened with desire as Dave's appeared. He hoped so -- John liked the idea of having Dave looking at him and being able to see just by his eyes how much he wanted the man.
"I'll be the judge as to whether or not you need a shave," Dave said, his voice soft but laced with desire. "I can get the razor when I get the stuff to rebandage your feet."
Moving the pants and underwear past John's hips, Dave pushed John down into a sitting position on the bed. And then, he pulled John's clothing the rest of the way off. He smiled at the sight of John's half erect cock, but Dave resisted the urge to tough him -- at least for the time being. Instead, he motioned for John to put his feet up on the bed so Dave could look at them.
"Yeah, they're pretty red...and a bit bruised. I'm gonna go get some stuff to take care of that, okay?" Dave leaned down and planted a soft kiss on John's lips, and then headed off to the closet to grab his medicine bag, and then into the bathroom to get his razor.
John nodded his consent, then he sat back up and took off his shirt while waiting for Dave to return. Crossing his legs so that the left one rested on the right thigh, John eyed his foot, agreeing with Dave's assessment. He was about to check his right foot when Dave returned to the room. "I think you understated things a bit, Dave. My feet look more like hamburger than they do feet."
Dave placed his items on the bed with a grin. "I was tryin' to be nice," he said, his grin turning towards a smirk. "You hadda be in pain, why didn't ya tell me? I woulda taken care of you. I don't know if you're in pain unless you tell me."
"It wasn't that bad until right after dinner, and then I was sitting down a lot. I didn't want you sending me back to the house just because my feet hurt," John honestly replied. "It's not as if we're going to be making love with me standing or anything."
Dave's voice was soft, laced with concern where lust had been only moments before. And opening up his bag, he got out some gauze, and removed the bandages from John's feet. "I'm worried that it's gonna get infected, too," he quipped in all seriousness. "You look like you mighta gotten some dirt in it from walkin' around."
"I thought about that when I put on the sandals, but at the time I thought the risk of a bacterial infection from closed-in shoes was greater." John flexed his feet, "Do you have a topical analgesic in there?"
Dave nodded. "Yeah,. I've got some stuff here that'll do the trick," he said, taking a tube of cream out of his bag. "This should help with the infection, but whoa...yeah, this looks a bit nasty."
Dave furrowed his brow once more, and began to apply the cream. He applied it liberally, and then covered the wounds with bandages once more. "You need to not be on your feet much tomorrow. I know this might mean callin' out of work again, but there's no way if your feet are this messed up that you can work."
"I'm scheduled to have tomorrow off, so I can take it easy and hopefully be good enough for work the day after." John flexed his feet once again, noting that the cream was already working to deaden the pain. "Thank you, they feel better already," he said to Dave, smiling warmly at him.
Dave nodded. "Good," he said. "And since I work here, I can check up on ya to make sure you're doin' alright, assuming you let me up to your room," he teased, as he finished placing the bandages on him. "But, I'm glad you're feelin' better. Hopefully you'll have enough healin' time." Changing the bandages was a bit of a mood killer, but by the same token, Dave wasn't exactly sure whether or not making love was something they should be doing in the first place.
"I'm sure I'll be okay for work. If nothing else I can try to do as many chart reviews as I can get away with." John leaned back on his elbows and grinned at Dave. "So, are you ready for that inspection?"
"Yeah, yeah, I think it's time to take a look...see how good you've been shaving while I've been gone."
Dave let his eyes drift down towards John's crotch -- and then he dared to reach his hand out, taking John's cock in his hand. He felt it grow hard at his touch, and he tried to focus on the task that he had set out to do. "Uh, yeah, I...I think I need to teach ya how to shave better..."
Dave found that his own body was responding to John's arousal, and his cock pressed against the front of his jeans. And slowly, instinct was taking over instead of logic once again.