Author/pseudonym: MonaCK and Cathy Roberts
Email address: monaCK2@yahoo.com and huntersglenn@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Status: Finished. Well, mostly finished. Just the ending left to write.
Pairing: John Carter/Dave Malucci
Date: April 26, 2004
Archive: Please ask first
Series: 52/?
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 52"
By MonaCK and Cathy Roberts
A few hours later, Dave and John were sitting at the table in the dining room enjoying a very nice dinner. Dave had taken the time to run over to the house to grab John's wheelchair, his crutches, and a wide selection of clothing for John. While Dave was running those errands, John's father had come back and brought the filled prescription for John.
Things were calm, and John and Dave were enjoying a comfortable silence as they ate their meals. Dave had whipped something up very quickly for the two of them. It was certainly better than the craziness that had proceeded during the day. At this point, Dave was more than happy to have a little calm and boring.
"I hope ya like dinner," Dave finally said, after swallowing a bite of food. "It was the best I could do on short notice..." The chicken seemed a little dry to Dave, and the veggies overcooked. But that might just have been Dave's ability to be way too hard on himself as far as his cooking skills were concerned.
John looked up at Dave and smiled. "It's great. I like chicken." He cut off another piece and speared it with his fork. "I'm definitely glad that you can cook. I wouldn't like the idea of having to go over to the house just to eat. I'd probably lose ten pounds for every week Mom stayed around."
"And you," Dave said, as he eyed his lover up and down. "Do *not* need to lose any more weight. I'm glad I can cook, too. I makes it so we can have some quiet dinners at home, just the two of us, instead of it always havin' to be a social event." Dave took another bite of his food after he finished speaking. As much as he liked John's grandmother, sometimes he felt quite out of place over at the house. The way that John grew up, problems aside, was worlds away from the type of environment that Dave had known while growing up. While John was living miserably in the lap of luxury, Dave was living miserably in the ghettos of New York. But, at that point, Dave truly wasn't sure who actually had had it worse.
John sat back in his seat, a frown on his face. "You think I'm too skinny?" John knew he didn't have the body Dave did and never would, but he had always thought his body was in pretty good shape, scars notwithstanding. He was suddenly glad that he had asked for the wheelchair and crutches because he had no intention of ever again allowing Dave to pick him up.
Dave quickly shook his head, a smile crossing his lips. "Nope. I don't think you're too skinny. I think you're absolutely perfect the way you are," he said, as he shoveled another morsel of food into his mouth. As he finished chewing and swallowing, the grin formed on his lips once more. "I dont' want ya to change a thing..."
John set his fork into the plate, more than done with dinner. He was having to bite his tongue to keep an angry retort from coming out, something along the lines that if Dave didn't want him to change a thing then why was he so intent on John telling Dr. DiLeo *everything* so he could get better? It was fear again that was giving John those kinds of thoughts -- the fear that being 'better' would also mean 'changed' and he wasn't so sure he wanted to change. For the most part, John liked who he was. And he knew Dave did, too. And that was the scariest part -- that John would change and Dave wouldn't want him any longer. So, there would be no angry retorts, just...resignation.
"Dinner was great, thank you." John managed to say as he grasped the wheels of the chair and moved away from the table.
Dave eyed John curiously, setting his own fork aside as he watched John leave the table. Sometimes, John had mood swings similar to a lot of his chick friends -- something that he would say would set them off, and Dave would spend the rest of the night trying to figure out what the hell he did wrong. Well, Dave *knew* he hadn't done anything wrong, and he wasn't willing to let John just walk - or, in this case, roll, away from the table without an explanation. "Hey," Dave finally said, standing up from his chair. "What's goin' on? Why ya jus' leavin'? I thought that we were havin' a nice dinner here..."
John stopped and looked over at Dave. "We were having a nice dinner, but I'm full now. You can go on and finish and I'll clear the table when you're done. After the stabbing, when I was back at my place, I became quite good at loading a dishwasher from one of these," John said, patting the arms of the wheelchair and trying to smile. "What would you like to do tonight? Watch TV, watch a video or just sit around and listen to music or something?"
Dave wasn't convinced that all was okay in John-Land, but he wasn't going to push the issue. John wore his emotions on his sleeve, and Dave often wondered if the older man forgot that. "Yeah...yeah, we can just hang out...listen' to some music or somethin'...unless there's some good movie on TV. 'A Few Good Men' is on tonight, and I haven't seen that in a while."
"Tom Cruise fan, are you?" John asked, this time with a real smile. "There's just something about a man...or woman, in uniform, isn't there? Demi's pretty hot in that movie."
Dave chuckled. "Yeah, both Tom Cruise and Demi Moore are *really* hot." Okay. The tension was easing in the room, and that was making it easier for Dave to deal with things. "So, why don't we clear the dishes, and then hang out and watch the movie?"
"Sure." John turned the wheelchair around and headed back to the table where he started to collect their plates. "Just load everything in my lap, if it's balanced properly, none of it will go anywhere," he informed Dave.
"I see," Dave said, as he began to place plates in John's lap. "I guess that the wheelchair races are out while yer holdin' onto the plates." Dave's voice was laced with teasing, and he was still smiling as he began to clear the table. "Ya know, we still have stuff left for dessert, that is, if we're in the mood later..."
John looked up at Dave and grinned at the look in the other man's eyes. "I guess we do, don't we. I know I'll be in the mood later, the question is if you'll be in the mood," he teased.
"As if you have to ask," Dave said, as he paused and turned back towards John. "Hell, we've had a nap since we last fooled around, and we've had dinner. I'm *already* hard for ya," he said, as he turned back towards the table. That was something that Dave had little control over. His libido was like that of a teenager when he was around John.
John grinned. "That's another benefit of 'this' seat, I was able to notice that very quickly." He was about to suggest that they skip watching television altogether when there was a knock on the door. "Damn," he muttered. "I'll get these into the dishwasher if you'll get the door."
Dave nodded. "Yeah, I can do that," he said, as he walked towards the main door of the cottage. He peered out of the peephole -- a habit that he was never able to break after years of living in pretty dismal settings. After seeing that it was Mr. Carter at the door, Dave opened it with a grin. "Hey, Mr. C," he said, his smile wide. "What brings ya here at this hour?"
Jack smiled warmly at Dave. "I'm playing delivery boy tonight, Dave." He lifted the box that was in his arms and extended it toward Dave. "I believe this is for you, and don't worry, I won't make you sign for it." Jack could see John in the cottage behind Dave, smiling. Earlier, when Jack had brought John's medication over, John had asked him to get a box out of John's bedroom closet and bring it over at seven. And, so, there Jack was, right on time, box in hand.
Dave looked down at the box, confused, and then back up to Mr. Carter. "I...what's this? I don't remember..." Turning his head slightly, he caught John's eyes, a curious expression still on Dave's lips. And shaking the box slightly, he smiled. "What the heck is this?" Realizing that no one was going to answer the question for him, Dave finally opened up the cardboard container, stopping as the flaps were released from the closed position. And looking down at the contents, Dave's eyes grew softer as shades of recognition set in. "How...where did you..."
It was the contents of his locker from County General. Dave had always wondered where this one box had gone off to. There were a few personal things in there -- pictures of his son, Danny, and pictures of his brother Steve -- and as he reached his hand into the box, he pulled out the tag that used to sit on his locker that simply said 'Malucci'. "I...I can't believe ya kept all of this..."
Jack smiled again. "I'll leave you two to figure out how it made its way into John's closet. Good night." Jack pulled the door closed, then headed back to the house.
John had put the plates on the counter after he had sent Dave to answer the door, knowing it was his father. He was glad to see that Dave seemed happy to see the box. "You put it in the back of the Jeep the night you cleaned out your locker, remember? I was bringing it back to you, but your landlord said you'd gone..." John didn't want to think about that time and how shattered he had felt over Dave's abrupt departure. "Anyway, since I didn't have a forwarding address for you and you never called, I decided to keep it in case you ever wanted it. I taped it closed and stuck it on the top shelf of my closet."
Dave's grip on the box tightened slightly as John spoke, and the thoughts came back to Dave -- that last day and their short-lived reunion, and then Dave leaving..."You'll never know how sorry I am for leavin' that day," Dave said, after he was silent for a few moments. "I...you were right. I was jus' runnin' away from my problems, instead of facin' them, and I lost a really long time with you as a result of it. But, what's important is that we're together *now*."
Looking at the box once more, Dave placed it on a table near where he was standing, and began to approach his lover once more. "I...I'm so glad ya kept it..."
John looked up at Dave and smiled. "Me, too. I hope that the things in there important to you. I used to wonder sometimes if I was just keeping the trash from your locker in my closet."
Dave chuckled. "Well, there are some pictures of Danny in here," he said, looking back towards the box. "Do ya wanna take a look? Also, some other stuff that isn't *as* important, but it'll be really nice to get the pictures back..." Dave supposed that he could keep them wherever he ended up working next. At that point, though, Dave wasn't sure *what* he was going to do for a job. But he wasn't going to think about it for the moment. And he certainly wasn't going to bother John with it.
"Sure. Hopefully the boy looks like his mother. God help him if he has to go through life looking like you," John teased as he moved toward Dave.
Dave shook his head. "So are ya sayin' it's my sparklin' personality that keeps you around?" Dave was teasing as well, and he walked back over to the box, retrieving the handful of pictures from the interior.
John grinned. "Well, that's definitely *one* of the things that makes me stay. We can talk about the others later."
"He does look a little like both of us I think," Dave mused, as he observed the pictures for the first time in a long time. "A little like me around the eyes and lips, and like his mom in the nose and around the ears..." Dave turned towards John, handing him the pictures. "What do ya think?"
John took the pictures and looked them over carefully. "I think you're right, he does look like the both of you, that is, assuming that this woman in the picture with him is his mom? He's a cute kid, Dave. Does it bother you, not being able to see him?"
Dave shrugged, and turned away from John. "Yeah...yeah, it bothers me, but...what can I do? I don't blame Danny's mom...Beth. That's her name. I mean, I was...not very nice to Beth. As I was not very nice to most of the people I dated years ago. I didn't wanna commit to anything, and when she told me she was pregnant...well, that scared the Hell outta me. I pretty much told her straight out that I wasn't ready to be a father, and it wasn't until she threatened to sue me that I finally relented and started to pay her money. I...I haven't missed a payment, at least while I've been workin'. And uh, I think I'm changin', cause I wouldn't mind bein' part of his life...but how can I jus' walk back in after 7 years and demand to be part of it...?"
John sighed as he handed the photographs back to Dave. "You can't, not really. But maybe you can find a way to slowly become a part of his life? Ask if you can come and spend the day. Not just with Danny, but with the whole family. Danny doesn't know you and he's got to get to know you before he'll be comfortable going off alone with you."
Dave looked up towards John dubiously. "Yeah, maybe," he said, unsure himself. "I...I jus' dont wanna disrupt his life, ya know? I...I don't want him to hate me, even though he probably already does..."
"Do you send him birthday cards or anything like that?" John asked. He knew how it felt to feel as if your parent or parents didn't really care, and he didn't want Dave's son to have those feelings about Dave.
Dave nodded. "Yeah, but who knows whether Danny has even seen 'em. Beth's given me no real clue that she's even told Danny about me. I mean, I might really *be* a stranger..." Talking about this bothered Dave -- he didn't like to think about his youth and how stupid he had been, how selfish. But Dave had been -- he had given up the chance to be a father so he could...get drunk and laid whenever he wanted.
"You should call her and find out. But let her know that you have no intention of swooping in to take him away. With you calling out of the blue, she'll be nervous enough, thinking you want something, that you want Danny. I would like to think that she'd want you and Danny to get to know each other," John said. He certainly thought it would be good for Dave to get to know his son, especially considering that he might be the only child Dave would ever have.
Dave shrugged. "Can we talk about this later? Maybe get down to watchin' that movie right now? I...I really don't wanna talk about this anymore..." Dave was feeling frustrated because he knew that what John was saying was correct, but Dave was scared as Hell to try. He didn't need any more rejection in his life, and the rejection of his own flesh and blood was something that Dave wasn't sure he could handle.
John nodded. "Sure. I've still got to put the stuff in the dishwasher, but you can start without me." John knew that Dave would need to think about things, and he hoped that Dave would decide to get to know Danny.
Dave nodded, and then wandered off towards the couch, sitting down on it with his head in his hands as he mulled things over in his mind. Dave's heart was torn into two, and all because of looking at a few old photographs. It simply wasn't fair -- life in general. Just when Dave was beginning to realize that having a family wouldn't be a bad thing, that was when he was least likely ever going to have one of his own. John's words rung true -- he supposed he didn't have much to lose by giving Beth a call, but how could he just pick up the phone and do that after all these years?
John quickly rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, then put away the leftovers. He decided that the table and counter could be wiped down once the movie was over -- it was more important to get back to Dave. John wheeled himself into the living room, and then moved from the wheelchair to the sofa, settling in beside Dave.
"There's just the wiping down stuff left to do," John informed him. "I figured it could wait. So, is the movie on yet?"
Dave's arm instinctively went around John's body as he looked towards him. With a shrug, he smiled a half smile. "Truth be told, I hadn't even checked yet..." Picking up the remote, he turned the TV on, flipping through stations until he found what looked like 'A Few Good Men'. "It's started, but it isn't too far into it...still wanna watch?" Dave didn't particularly care. He was feeling more than a little depressed over the turn of events of the day and evening.
"Sure." John snuggled against Dave's body, trying to think of something he could do to make Dave feel better. He hated it when Dave was down. "Why don't you turn out the lamp? That way it'll be more like the movie theater," John suggested. He was thinking that it would be interesting to fool around with just the light from the television giving them illumination. But first, he'd let Dave think that they were going to watch the movie -- and then he'd start to mess with him. John smiled as he watched Tom Cruise meet up with his Marine driver, but his mind wasn't on the cute guys on the screen -- it was totally and completely on how to best cheer up the man next to him.
Dave reached up an arm, absent-mindedly turning off the light before wrapping his arms fully around John once more. His eyes were on the screen, but his mind was elsewhere. It was in New York. It was here in Chicago. It was in Los Angeles with is brother. Dave was about to comment to John that maybe they should consider taking a trip to New York together, when someone on the screen caught his eye. When Dave squinted, the guy playing the Marine driver looked like a really young version of John. "Hey, John," he said, his voice sounding a bit more uplifted. "That guy could be your twin brother. Ya look jus' like him..."
John looked back at the screen, but he didn't see any resemblance. "He's much younger and skinnier than I am. And with a haircut like that, how can you tell what he really looks like? Unless you think he's really hot..." John moved his head so he could look at Dave's face. "If you think he's really hot, then yeah, I could be twins with the guy."
Dave laughed out loud. "Yeah...I think he's really hot, but I think you're even hotter," he said, as he caught John's glance. "Yer right. What was I thinkin'? He looks nothin' like you, cause, ya see...you're *all* man..." Dave was feeling a bit better, and as he brought a hand up to the side of John's face, his smile turned a bit more mischievous. "I'd bet you'd look *really* hot in a Marine uniform..."
"Really? That's interesting, because I was just thinking about how hot you look in nothing," John replied. He turned his head slightly and licked the palm of Dave's hand even as he began to rub his hand over Dave's crotch.
"Well," Dave said, gasping slightly as he felt the pressure of John's hand on his cock. "I...yeah...you uh...you...look pretty...damned hot...wearin' nothing too..." His voice was already laced with husk, and the movie was almost forgotten. John completely took over Dave's existence at times.
John scooted down the sofa until his head was hovering over Dave's groin. "I'll bet that you look amazing in soft lighting. Shall we find out?" John asked as he began to undo the buttons of Dave's jeans.
"I...oh, yeah...I uh...think that can be arr...arranged," Dave said, as he leaned his head completely back on the sofa. It was amazing how a simple touch could make Dave's mood do a complete 180-degree turn. Only moments before, Dave had been in a less than stellar mood. Now, all he could think about was being close to John, and how good it was going to make him feel.
"Oh, I definitely think it can be arranged," John said with a devious grin as the last button gave way under his fingers. He definitely was getting Dave's mind away from his problems, but John wanted to also hear Dave laugh, which meant that a bit of silliness was definitely in order. "Oh, hello there 'Big Jimmy'. Have you missed me?" John asked as he pulled down the waistband of Dave's boxers just enough to reveal the glistening head of Dave's cock.
Dave's eyes opened, and a grin spread across his lips. "It's been a *long* time since you've called it 'Big Jimmy'," he quipped, unable to keep a small chuckle from escaping his lips. "And yeah...he definitely missed ya.."
John chuckled. "At least I never called him 'Little Jimmy'. There's nothing little about your cock." John lowered his head and flicked his tongue lightly over the tip, tasting the precum that was already gathering. "Hmm, I think it's definitely dessert time for me."
"This...wasn't quite the dessert I had in mind," Dave said, as his eyes fluttered closed once more. "But I sure as Hell am not gonna complain. I...I love the way ya make me feel...how ya make me feel so much better when I'm feelin' down...do you even know what kinda effect ya have on me?" Dave truly didn't know what he would do without this man in his life.
"Lift up your hips," John said as he began to tug at the waistband of Dave's pants. His eyes firmly on Dave's erection, John nodded. "Oh, I can see what effect I have on you, it's plain as day, and I can definitely assure you that you have a very similar effect on me."
Dave did what he instructed, grinning as John spoke. "Yeah? I'd better check that," he found himself saying, as he reached out his own hand. Not that John's arousal wasn't already evident by the way his sweatpants were tenting, but nothing really beat a 'hand's on' inspection. "Yeah...I'd say you're pretty hard. I can feel how turned on you are, John..." He softly began to stroke John, keeping his eyes locked on the other man.
John pushed Dave's jeans and shorts to his knees, before moving slightly sideways. Dave's hand felt nice as it stroked John's cock, and John couldn't help but moan as he took Dave's cock into his mouth. There were some advantages to being told to stay off of his feet, John thought, and nearly all of them included the fact it made it far easier to make love with Dave.
Dave's motions increased ever so slightly as he felt John's mouth on him. God. That man just *knew* how to drive him wild. Dave kept his body still, not wanting to do anything to make the moment of bliss come to an end too soon. No. This felt entirely too good. The movie in the background became mere indistinguishable noises as a soft gasp escaped from Dave's lips. "Oh...God...yes John...yes..."
As John concentrated on pleasing Dave, he found his own desire building. He wanted nothing more than to strip off his pants, straddle Dave's lap and impale himself upon his lover, but it was apparent that Dave was enjoying the blow job, so John was more than content to continue with that until Dave came. As long as Dave was satisfied, John didn't really care one way or the other about the methods used.
Dave's own hand slid under the fabric of John's sweatpants, eager to feel the hardness directly on his hands. And he moaned once again as he felt all of the magical things that John's mouth was doing to his painfully swollen dick. "Oh...God...John...yes..." The words came out almost in a hoarse whisper as Dave felt any and all control that he had had on his body begin to dissolve in a sea of pure pleasure.
His mouth completely full of Dave, John could only nod, his own moans letting Dave know just how good it felt to have Dave's hand touching his skin. John wriggled around a bit more, to hopefully make it even easier for Dave to touch him. John's world existed of only Dave -- Dave's cock in his mouth, Dave's balls in his hand and Dave's hand on John's own cock. It was a perfect world, John thought as he moved his head up and down Dave's shaft.
"Mmmph..." Dave was beyond words as he continued to feel John's mouth on him. His hand traveled up John's length, feeling some of the pre-come on his fingers as he expertly continued to stroke the man off. Dave knew that he himself was more than close...he was right on edge, and he hoped that John would let him teeter there for a while. Dave enjoyed the anticipation and the torture almost as much as actually coming. Opening his eyes, he decided to give John ample warning so the man could decide for himself what he wanted to do. "Yeah...that...that feels so good. If...if ya don't slow down...I'm gonna come...right in your mouth...but I'd bet you'd like that...wouldn't you..."
John grinned around Dave's girth, and then nodded, but he eased off a bit. There was far too much enjoyment in teasing Dave, bringing him to the edge time and time again before finally letting the man cross over into pure ecstasy.
Another low moan escaped John's throat as Dave's hand tightened around his cock -- the stroking felt good, but John wasn't afraid that he would come too soon. As long as his concentration was on something other than his own cock, then John could avoid that. And his attention was centered on one thing -- one person -- Dave.
Dave leaned his head against the back of the couch, smiling as he continued to feel John's hardness in his hand. It still amazed Dave sometimes that John wanted *him* as much as he wanted John. How many times had Dave almost lost this? He didn't want to think about it. He was here and so was John. And now they were going to do it right. They were going to be there for each other no matter what. Because if there was one thing that at least he had learned from all of this was that they *couldn't* be without each other.
"Mmm...that's it, John...that's it," he said, as John hit a particularly sensitive spot. Dave honestly didn't know how much control he had, and he was going to try to hold off as long as possible.
Now that was a spot that John didn't remember as being sensitive, he thought. Unable to resist, John kept going back to that spot, tickling it with his tongue, determined to tease Dave until the man asked him to stop. John did briefly wonder what would happen if Dave came first? Would he just continue to stroke John's cock until he came or would he resort to using his mouth? Or...would he let John inside of him? Dave had said before that he'd consider letting John do him, so John had some hope that it would one day happen.
Every time John's tongue passed over him, another moan escaped from Dave's lips. If he hadn't been on edge before, he certainly was now. And soon, it was too much for Dave to handle. Gripping onto John's cock tightly, Dave screamed John's name has he came in Technicolor, seeing flashes of red, blue, and green pass before his eyes as he filled his lover's mouth. It was quite intense, but Dave had enough presence of mind not to buck his hips too hard so as not to hurt John.
John had been busy thinking about asking Dave if he could screw him and he wasn't paying much attention to the clues Dave's body gave him as to his impending orgasm. So it took John quite by surprise when Dave grabbed his cock hard and screamed. But that was enough of a warning so that John didn't find himself choking -- instead he was able to swallow all that Dave gave him.
John sucked for all he was worth, savoring every drop from Dave's cock, and he didn't let go of Dave's cock until the man was completely limp. Resting his head on Dave's thigh, John smiled up at Dave. "That has to be the best dessert I've ever had."
"Yeah? Well, I'm happy to have been able to give ya something' extra special to eat to compliment your dinner," he said, as a grin spread across his lips. Dave's hand was still firmly planted on John's cock, and he slowly began to stroke it again. "What do ya think? I can think of a few different ways of takin' care of this...makin' ya scream out my name like I screamed out yours. But, I wanna hear how *you* want it. After makin' me come as intensely as you just did, I think it should be your choice..." There was a twinkle in his eye as he spoke, and Dave was up for just about anything.
John's eyebrows rose. "Do you mean that? Whatever way I choose, you'll do?"
"Yeah," Dave said, the grin from his lips not fading. Dave figured that John usually had pretty good ideas with how to complete the act, and Dave was all ears for John's suggestions.
Should he ask, or shouldn't he? John didn't want Dave to say yes just because he felt obligated. He wanted Dave to say yes because he really and truly wanted to find out what it was like to have John take him. Still, it wouldn't hurt to ask. "Would you let me do you?" John asked, looking hopefully up into Dave's eyes.
Dave was silent for a moment, his hand still firmly grasped around John's cock as he let this question settle into his head. Dave wasn't sure how he felt about that. He trusted John. He trusted John with his *life*. And logically, that would extend to trusting that John would never do anything to hurt him sexually. After the number of times that Dave had gotten off in John's ass, it really was only fair that Dave return the favor. And not to mention, it wasn't like John wasn't screaming in pleasure when Dave did him. Looking intently down into John's eyes, Dave smiled once more. "Yeah...yeah...I think it's time. I mean...after all...there has to be *somethin'* to it, or ya wouldn't let me do ya over and over..."
"Trust me, Dave, it feels more than wonderful," John assured him. He slowly sat up. "We should go upstairs though, because I think the bed would be better for this. Besides, the lube's up there, right?" Now that Dave had said yes, John was nervous -- he didn't want to hurt Dave. He wanted Dave to enjoy the act as much as John did, yet he was afraid that he'd mess up and make Dave hate doing it. Still, John had done all right with Luka, and he remembered the details from that night. But if Dave so much as said 'ouch', John knew he'd stop and never try again. He never again wanted to bring any pain to Dave.
Dave nodded. "Yeah...yeah, the lube's still upstairs. I...yeah, I wanna do this," Dave said, feeling more sure of himself as he thought about it. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away from John's crotch, now no longer wanting John to come soon. And with a grin, Dave pushed his pants off the rest of the way, then got up from the couch, not bothering to pick up his discarded clothing as he turned back towards John. Reaching out his hand, he helped John to his feet. And then, with one swift motion, Dave lifted him into his arms and walked towards the stairs.
To be continued