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: May 17, 2004
Archive: Please ask first
Series: 55/?
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 55"
By MonaCK and Cathy Roberts
"Thanks for coming over, Mom," John said as he gingerly got to his feet to give her a hug. "Um, I don't know if you're up for it, but Dr. DiLeo is coming by after dinner at some point. Dad's been in some of the sessions, Dave, too. And, well, if you want to be here, I won't mind." It would be far easier to have her there to comfort him immediately than to have to wait for her after the session was over.
Eleanor thought for only a fraction of a moment before nodding. "Of course I'll be here," she said, as she returned the hug. "I'll come over with your father after dinner."
Turning back towards Dave, she nodded once more. "Dave, thank you. I'll see the both of you later then." And with another brief smile towards both men, Eleanor left the house in as quick a trail of dust as she often arrived in.
Dave turned towards John, his smile turning even brighter as he approached his lover's side. "I think that went *far* better then I coulda dreamed it goin'," he quipped, as he finally planted a soft kiss on John's lips. "And I've been wantin' to do that since I walked in that front door..."
John wrapped his arms around Dave and started to sit down, knowing Dave would move with him, and hopefully end up in his lap. "I've been waiting for it, too. Your news is really great, Dave. I guess Dr. Meyers knows a good doctor when he sees one, doesn't he? Man, I can just imagine the look on Kerry's face when she finds out. You're going to have to come by to see me once you're made a partner in the practice, just so you can nonchalantly let it slip about what you're doing now."
Dave easily slid into John's lap, keeping his arms loosely wrapped around the other man's neck as he spoke. "Hmm...I think a visit to work might be arranged, though, how...how ya feelin' about bein' out at work? I mean...I don't haveta work there anymore, so I don't think it'll be too much of a problem for me. But...you gotta be there every day. I'll do whatever ya want me to do, John, ya know that...but, I'm jus' tryin' to picture the look on Weaver's face when she not only finds out that I'm a partner in a practice....but that you and I are an item too..."
John smiled broadly at Dave. "Do I have to wait that long to tell everyone?" he asked teasingly. Then he grew serious. "I don't have a problem at all with it, Dave. Abby and Luka and Randi already know, so what's a few more? Besides, I'd rather willingly tell everyone than have it found out the way Kerry was outted. I did tell you that she's a lesbian, didn't I?"
Dave's eyes opened in surprise. "Whoa. I mean...the rumors had been flyin' for a while with that Legaspi chick around, but...uh.. no, I had no idea she actually *was*! Man...how was she outted? I'm assumin' it wasn't willingly..." Dave shook his head. "I think you should tell whoever you feel comfortable tellin'...whenever you feel comfortable tellin' it. And you know I'll be behind ya one hundred percent."
As far as Dave was concerned, at this point, the entire world could know. Well...there was his brother. Dave was going to have to tell his Steve, and he wasn't quite sure how yet. But that was an issue for another day. This day was a happy day, and Dave didn't want to do anything to ruin it.
"I think your food is getting cold, so why don't we go over to the table and I'll tell you all about it while you're eating," John replied. It meant a lot that Dave was behind him with coming out, but John wondered if that included telling Dave's own family about the two of them. It wasn't something to be discussed right then. After all, Dave's brother was back in California, so it wasn't as if he'd hear anything about the two of them before Dave was ready to let him in on the news.
Dave reluctantly got up, helping John to his feet so that he could help the man over to the table. Once John was settled in his chair, Dave sat in his own, listening to the tale of Kerry Weaver as he quietly ate his food. As Dave ate his fill, he sat back in his chair as he smiled lovingly over to John. "Your mom makes a mean meatloaf," he said, as he looked down towards his plate. "But, I think I saved a little room for dessert. What do ya think? Care to indulge? We have some time before the doc comes over, I think, and uh...it's been a long day...and I've really missed ya..."
John smiled invitingly at Dave. "I wouldn't mind some dessert, either. Do you have anything in particular in mind? More strawberries and whipped cream? Chocolate sauce? Or maybe you'd prefer to just forego dessert and have some hot and fast sex? I'll have you know that I have been known to engage in some hot and fast sex from time to time," he said, raising his eyebrows suggestively at Dave.
"Hmmm...well, I dunno about hot fast sex," Dave said, as he stood from his chair. He licked his lips approvingly as he approached John. "But...I would be up for some hot and fast lovemakin'...cause it's lovemakin' when I'm with you, John..." Dave pulled John's chair back far enough to sit across his lap again, and he hooked his arms around John's neck. "You think you can handle that?"
John put his hands at Dave's waist and began to pull the polo shirt that Dave was wearing up so he could run his hands along Dave's skin. "I think that sounds perfect. You know what would be even better?"
"Mmm...yeah? What would be better?" Dave bit his bottom lip as he felt John's hand on his skin. What that man did to him was beyond words, but it was like Dave's body was on fire when John was anywhere near him.
"The two of us loving...doing each other. Do you think you could hold off on coming while I'm doing you so you could do me?" John's hands moved to Dave's chest as he spoke, finding two erect nubs there to play with.
"I...yeah...I...I think I might be able to do that," Dave said, the smile on his face growing broader. Dave's ass certainly wasn't as sore as it was in the morning -- and if it felt as good as it had the night before...no, Dave was sure he could hold off if he had to. It was going to take a lot of will power. "I...I don't know if I'm gonna be able to keep from comin' right away. When I get inside you though..." Dave warned, as he brought his own hands under the bottom of John's shirt. Dave moaned as he felt John's hot skin under his fingertips. He'd hold off if he had to. Asked at the right time, Dave was confident he'd walk the moon for John...
"Hmm," John said as he felt Dave's hands on his body. "Maybe I should have you do me first then, because I'm pretty sure I can hold off long enough to love you just as long as you need me to." John pushed Dave's shirt up to let his lips and teeth take the place of one of his hands on Dave's teat.
Dave thought about stepping up to the challenge, but he didn't want John to be disappointed if he was unable to hold up to his end of the bargain. Dave had pretty much lost all control when John had come inside him, and Dave wasn't sure if it would be any easier this time around. "I think," Dave said, as he reached his hand downwards and found John's erect cock through the fabric of his sweatpants, "I think that you have yourself a deal..."
Finally unable to resist, Dave brought his mouth down onto John's and he kissed him fully and completely, letting his tongue intermingle with John's in an erotic dance all it's own. Yes. This is what it was all about -- the two of them loving each other. Nothing else in the word mattered as long as they had each other.
John tried his best to push his erection into Dave's hand even as his mouth opened to receive Dave's kiss. Had it only been hours since they were last together? It felt like years every time they were apart, and John was certain that he would never grow tired of Dave or his lovemaking. As usual, the kiss ended due to a definitely lack of oxygen for the two of them, and John smiled up at Dave.
"Here? In the bedroom? Your call," he said with a grin. Hell, he'd make love to Dave out by the pool right then and there if that's what Dave wanted, all he had to do was say so and it would happen.
"Too bad it's not a little darker out," Dave said, as he brushed his lips across John's cheek. "'Cause I'd think that by the lake would be a really cool place...but not when people are still workin' and stuff. Out or not out, there are some things that people should not haveta accidentally come across. Although at night it would be fair game..." Dave filed that idea away as something to do for another day, because there would be plenty of other days. "I don't think I can wait to get ya upstairs. I wonder....maybe I can sit down, and you can find your way on toppa me, and then we can face each other...maybe over on the couch? What do ya think?"
John had been about to tell Dave that by the lake was completely out of the question when Dave decided that it wouldn't be there. Maybe in time, John thought, he could handle making love by the lake, at least in that one spot. Maybe. And then Dave's suggestion yanked John's thoughts back from what had happened at the lake, and John smiled up at Dave.
"I think that here is good, probably better than the couch. I know that if these clothes weren't in our way, I'd practically be in you right now, and we're definitely facing each other," John said as he started to tug Dave's shirt up over his shoulders.
"Yeah, I think you're right," Dave said, as he let his polo fall to the floor next to him. He then lifted John's shirt up off of him, leaving the upper half of the man's body fully exposed. And it was almost as if he was looking at John for the first time. Would Dave ever get over the thrill of seeing John half naked? Naked? Clothed? He sure hoped not.
"I think I'm gonna haveta get up for jus' a minute," Dave quipped as he lifted himself up off of John's body. "Otherwise, I'm not gonna be able to get your pants off of ya..." Dave's own cock was fully erect, and it was evident by the way that the front of his slacks were tenting.
"I think that since I need you in me, that it's equally important that I get your pants off of you," John said as he got to his feet. His hands automatically reached out for Dave's belt, knowing that his feeling of anxiousness wouldn't pass until he saw Dave in all his glory.
While John's hands worked on his belt, Dave reached out and pulled at the top of John's sweatpants. And as Dave's pants fell to the floor, so did John's, leaving just Dave in his underpants, and John in his boxers. With a slight chuckle, Dave reached for John's cock, pulling it through the hole of his shorts. It was almost more erotic looking at it that way, as opposed to fully naked, but soon Dave had had enough fooling around, and he pulled the boxers off of John's hips as well.
John moaned as Dave played with his cock, simply enjoying the feeling of the man's fingers against his skin. Being exposed to Dave while Dave's cock was still hidden behind the jockey shorts was a turn-on, but John wasn't disappointed when his boxers finally slipped off of his hips. Stepping out of them and his sweatpants, John wasted no time in removing Dave's under shorts -- as always, Dave's cock was magnificent as it swayed in the air, hard and ready for John.
As soon as Dave's underwear was shed, his cock sprung out to it's full length, almost trying to reach for John on its own in anticipation of what was to come. Moving towards the chair, Dave sat down, and opened his arms to his lover, waiting for him so that the man could climb on top of him. "Ya probably need to be stretched a bit, but I can take care of that before you actually sit down on my cock...though God knows, *that's* ready for you..."
"That's good to know because I'm more than ready for your cock. We need lubrication..." John quickly looked around, then spied the tub of margarine that was still sitting on the table. He grabbed it and handed it to Dave. "This'll do, but I hope it doesn't send our cholesterol levels through the roof," he joked. John feel his muscles down there contracting all on their own as his body anticipated Dave's touch.
Dave couldn't help but chuckle at the joke, and he placed a liberal amount on his fingers. He moved his hand towards John's ass, and when he found the opening, slipped his greased fingers inside, leaving a trail of margarine as he went along. Soon, John was what he felt was sufficiently lubricated, and Dave looked up towards him with lust in his eyes. "God, I want you...I need you so...so badly," Dave said, as he moved his hand towards his own dick, rubbing in the rest of the oil. "Please..."
"For you...anything," John said, his eyes glued to Dave's. Reaching down, John grasped the base of Dave's cock, trapping Dave's hand there as well. Then he slowly lowered himself onto the cockhead, gasping with pleasure as it breached his opening. "God, yes..." Unable to really keep a lot of weight on his feet, John wasn't able to let himself slowly slide down Dave's length, but he tried to keep from going directly down onto his lover, even as his lips sought out Dave's for another kiss.
"Mmmph..." That was all Dave was able to get out of his mouth before John's mouth covered his. And the sensation of John's ass covering his dick was almost overwhelming to him. Dave took the opportunity of his hand being south so he could gently guide his cock fully into John's opening, and then he caressed his lover's soft skin as he moaned into John's lips. Dave was sure that he was about as close to Heaven on earth as he could get. Here he was...in his own living room, making love to the person who he loved more than anything and anyone on earth.
"Mmmm," John agreed as the kiss deepened. He found that he could move up and down on his toes without hurting his feet, and it moved his body quite nicely on Dave's cock at the same time. John's cock was throbbing in time to his movements, but he didn't dare touch himself -- he needed to be hard for Dave, so he could make Dave feel the same special and incredible pleasure that he felt every time Dave's cock pressed into him. God, what a great gland that was, John thought, thinking how lucky men were to be born with that. And since it created such pleasure, then how could what they were doing ever be considered wrong?
Dave finally broke away, pure pleasure and lust in his eyes as he looked at the man that he loved. "God, you are so fucking hot...and you're mine, all mine. No one else...ever again...just...you...and jus'...me...oh...God...John...yes..." As John continued his continuous motion on Dave's cock, Dave arched his head backwards as his hands moved towards the front of John's body. God. It was taking every bit of effort not to stroke him -- make him come the same time that Dave came. But no, that wasn't in the game plan. If that was in the game plan, then John would be making love to him right then, and not the other way around.
"We've got to use this position more often, you know that?" John asked with a slow and steady smile on his face. "I really like being face to face with you this way. The way your face looks when I do this," John contracted his sphincter muscles around Dave's girth, "Is just incredible. And I like being able to do this." John lowered his head to Dave's neck and began to lightly nibble the skin he found there. Oh, yes, he could definitely handle the idea of them always making love that way.
Dave couldn't help but smile as John began to speak. But the smile soon faded into a look of pleasure as first John tightened his muscles around him, and then began to nibble on his neck. Yes. Dave could get used to this, too He could get used to the feeling of John surrounding him, the feeling of his lips, his hands, his cock barely touching his stomach, and his ass...oh yes, John's tight ass surrounding Dave's very being. But Dave knew it wasn't going to last long. Dave was too close to the edge, and enjoying the pleasure far too much...he pressed his full length into John, and then had to stop moving ever so slightly. "God, John, I...I'm gonna...I gotta...yes...please...I have to come...let me come for you..." He was practically begging, almost as if he needed that confirmation from John in order to enjoy that ultimate release.
"Yes..." John agreed, "Only for me..." And he moved his muscles again, even as me moved back up Dave's cock to the point of nearly losing it, then he slowly started back down, knowing that Dave would come during that journey. Hell, he was needing Dave to come during that journey. "Now."
Finally feeling the freedom of John's words, Dave let himself go, screaming out his name in pleasure as he came full force, filling John with his hot seed as his cock spasmed. Dave's eyes shut and he saw colors before his eyes -- reds turning to pinks, and then towards more calming blues as his cock finished emptying. It was pretty intense, and Dave smiled as he realized that the fun was really just beginning.
Opening his eyes once more, Dave wrapped his hands around the back of John's head, pulling his lover down into an intense kiss. And as that kiss ended, Dave pulled away, his eyes dancing with desire even though his body could no longer comply. "I love you," he stated, his lips upturning into a smile once more. "And now, it's time for me to make you scream..."
John grinned down at Dave as his cock was being crushed between their bodies, but it was a pressure that John found pleasurable. "Oh, you think I'll scream for you, do you?" It was far too nice to move quickly away from Dave -- John wanted to stay right where he was for a few more moments. Hell, John wanted to stay right where he was for all eternity, but he didn't think that was going to happen. Besides, he couldn't easily get his cock into Dave from that particular position.
"Oh...I dunno...I guess it'll depend on whether or not the mood strikes ya, or how much your cock is likin' the inside of my ass. After all, it's only been there one time before. What if you decide you don't like doin' that much at all? Then, I guess ya won't wanna scream my name...but I'm venturin' that you like possessin' me about as much as I like possessin' you..." And possession is what it was. Dave and John belonged together in ways that were connected far beyond the flesh. There was a mental connection between the two men that was absolutely unspeakable, and Dave was sure that John felt it as well. And Dave didn't know about John, but it was unlike anything Dave had ever felt before. Dave liked it. A lot.
"Oh, yes, I like possessing you...and being possessed by you...and staying right here just like this...and the idea of being in you," John said. "So, I guess I should move so we can switch off and then we'll see how the mood strikes me...at least as far as screaming is concerned." John stood, his body feeling extremely empty when Dave was no longer inside of him. He leaned against the table, knowing that Dave would move quickly, although John found himself hoping that Dave wouldn't be able to resist the hard cock that bobbed just inches away from his face.
Dave found himself looking right at John's cock, and the temptation was too much for him to just let it go. His mouth swooped down, and he took John's hard dick into his mouth, feeling the smooth skin of his hardness fill the inside of his mouth. Just as quickly as he had accepted it, he let it go, teasingly letting John's cock fall from his mouth. With a grin, he looked up at John before standing on his own two feet. "I think it's time to switch seats," he said, keeping his gaze locked on John's. "But I think we need some lube for me, too, right?" Dave reached for the same tub of margarine that John had handed him earlier, and handed it back to John.
John licked his lips. "We definitely need some of this," he replied as he moved a few feet and then sat down. "Turn around and lean over the table," he suddenly ordered as an idea entered his mind about a different way to 'make Dave ready'.
Dave nodded. He never argued with John when he got this way -- and Dave had to admit that he liked it when John got a bit aggressive. Putting his hands on the table, Dave leaned his head down and waited for John to do what he was going to do.
John had a look of total concentration on his face as he scooped margarine onto his finger, then lightly ran it over Dave's opening. He liked buttery toppings, and hoped that this wasn't going to be a case of too much buttery taste. Nothing about Dave would ever be 'too much', John thought as he lowered his mouth to Dave's skin and then began to lick away the margarine.
Dave's eyes closed as he took a shuddery breath. Especially because he had just come, it seemed that every single one of his sensors were on overload as he felt John's tongue on the opening of his ass. Damn...it felt *so* good. Even though John had done this to him many times before, how pleasurable it was took him by surprise each and every time.
Dave's body language let John know that he was accomplishing the goal of pleasing Dave, but he didn't think that it was doing too much with regard to getting the man ready to take him. So, John began to work at Dave with his tongue and fingers, knowing that he'd soon have the man ready and begging to be taken within a matter of minutes. It still thrilled John that not only had Dave agreed to let John do this to him, he had truly enjoyed it, which made the experience all that much more exciting. Once again, John thought of how he'd never tire of the man before him.
Dave's hands gripped the opposite edge of the table as his head sloped downward. His eyes were tightly shut as a guttural moan escaped from his mouth. "Please," Dave found himself saying. "Please...God...I need you...I need to feel you...please..."
John was so tempted to get to his feet and take Dave right then, bent over the table and begging him. But they had agreed to use the chair, and, besides, John wanted to watch Dave's face while the man did all the work. "Turn around and mount me," John said as he leaned back in the chair, holding his aching cock upright so Dave wouldn't have to worry about getting it into position. All Dave would have to do was impale himself upon it, and then enjoy himself as he brought John to completion.
A grin spread over Dave's lips as he turned, and as he moved over John's body, Dave easily slid his opening down over John's waiting cock. And God, did it feel good as his ass muscles gripped around John, forcing him inside as if John was part of his own body. And in many ways, John was very much a part of him. Dave wrapped his arms easily around John's neck, and as Dave's ass continued to slide up and down John's slick shaft, Dave's lips covered John's as he worked to make John come.
John's hands were firmly on Dave's hips, as if he could somehow guide the man as he moved in two simple directions -- up and down, down and up, over and over again. After momentarily losing himself in Dave's kiss, John began to suck on Dave's tongue, feeling it only fitting that he should have something of Dave's in his body while his cock was so nicely filling Dave's.
Dave moaned softly. Though his cock was *far* from being hard again, that didn't mean that the man didn't enjoy everything that was going on around him. The sense of John's dick in his ass. The sense of his own tongue being sucked on by John -- everything. It was amazing. Simply amazing. The feelings that were aroused in him were unlike any he had felt with any lover in the past.
While Dave leaned his body towards John as he continued to impale himself on John's dick, he brought one hand up to find John's nub, and he began to massage the nipple, enjoying the way it hardened in his hand much like the way John's cock had felt in his hand earlier. Dave still got a kick out of the fact that he had *this* kind of effect on another human being.
John moaned against Dave's tongue as his body was assaulted on many fronts. The slow ride up and down his cock, the sensations that Dave was eliciting from his nipple -- they joined together to become something far more than incredible, and John wasn't sure just how long he could last. And he wanted to last for a long time. He wanted to reach an orgasm and hold out, so could orgasm again and come, filling Dave with his essence and claiming the man once again as his.
Dave's ass was beginning to feel a little raw, but he didn't dare say word one. After all, he had to admit that he liked the good feelings far more than any pain he was experiencing. In fact, in a way, the pain was kind of adding to all the sensations for him. It was really like nothing he had ever experienced before. It was even different than the first time he had been with John that way, maybe because of how aware he was of what was going on around him now...maybe because Dave had just experienced the same feelings on the other end that John was feeling now.
"Mmm...God, John..." Dave's voice was hoarse as he spoke, from the emotion of the evening, combined with the intense feelings that were building inside of him.
His eyes closed and his head lolled against the back of the chair, John smiled. "Yes?" Not that he was expecting a response from Dave. He knew what Dave meant because he felt that way each and every time Dave was inside of him. The pleasure was swirling up around John's insides, and he knew he was close to falling over the edge -- would he be able to hold his body back and ride out his orgasm? He hoped so, it seemed to John that it had been a long time since he had last done so, mainly because his and Dave's more recent couplings had been needy and hot and heavy and fast, not slow like this one was going.
"God...Dave..." John's hands tightly grasped Dave's hips, holding the man in place while his orgasm hit, and John struggled to call up every anatomy chart he had ever seen. Colors blinded him behind closed eyelids, his entire body trembled, shaking with love and desire -- and the orgasm reached a peak before ebbing away, leaving John's cock rock hard. "God."
Dave loved watching the myriad of expressions pass over John's face. And as he came, Dave's own dick twitched slightly at the sight. It was definitely a sight to be seen, and it, coupled with the fact that John was pressing hard against Dave's prostrate, was sending emotions throughout his body. And as John's orgasm reached its peek, Dave was surprised to feel that John's cock wasn't getting any softer.
A slow smile spread over Dave's lips. "Are you still hard for me?" It sure as Hell seemed that he was. John's dick was still pressing right into Dave's prostrate, and Dave's own cock was now beginning to show some interest in what was going on. No, he wasn't fully hard. And, no, he wasn't coming any time soon...but Big Jimmy was making his presence known.
John's eyes slowly opened and he smiled up at Dave. "Oh, yeah, I'm still very much hard for you. Maybe I'll stay hard for you all night? Think you could handle that?" he teased. John moved his hand, intending to just caress Dave's belly, but he was surprised to find a semi-hard cock there and his smile widened. "I think you just answered me."
"Mmm...yeah, ya see what ya do to me? I think makin' love all night long sounds...mmm...perfect..." Dave began resumed that slow ride up and down John's shaft once more, enjoying the feeling of John being inside of him all over again. Amazing, it was all simply amazing. And Dave never wanted this feeling to end. The fact that people were supposed to be coming over was completely out of his head. Dave's mind had narrowed on the only thing that truly mattered in his universe - John Carter.
John's hand squeezed around Dave's cock, and he held on tightly while Dave began to move again. Time seemed to have no meaning as they moved together, and then another orgasm was approaching, with John determined to ride that one out as well. He could feel it swelling within him, building to a feverish pitch and he knew that if he let himself go, it would be one wild release -- but he also knew that the longer he put off that release, the better it would be.
A diagram of the bones of the hand appeared in his mind, and John began to mentally recite them, even as he began to ride the wave of pleasure. But a sharp knocking on the door distracted him, and John's body won. With an inarticulate scream that ended in Dave's name, John came, his cock spasming over and over, sending his seed deep into Dave's body. As John's racing heart began to slow and his breathing returned to normal, he could hear more knocking, and his father's voice, asking if everything was all right in there. All right? It was fantastic, John thought with a grin. Just fantastic.
He began to laugh. "I think we're busted."
The result of this moment in pleasure was that Dave was now erect. But at the knocking of the door, his hardness subsided, much to Dave's relief. At the irony of the situation, Dave began to laugh as well, and shook his head. "We are definitely busted," he retorted, as he wrapped his arms around John's neck, and planting a rather lengthy kiss on the man's lips. "But it's all worth it. I love you, and that was amazin'..."
There was another knock at the door, and Dave began to laugh again, needing a moment to get calmed down. "Sorry, Mr. C. We're jus' cleanin' up from dinner...uh...give us a few minutes..." he called out.
Dave reluctantly got up from what was a comfortable position, and stood to the side, reaching for his underwear which had landed somewhere on the ground. "Oh man, we'd better get cleaned up all right," he mused, as another laugh escaped his lips.
John laughed, and then gestured to the wheelchair, suddenly wondering why they hadn't used that in the first place. Making love while on wheels held a definite attraction. "Let me get into that, then toss me my clothes. I can hide in the bathroom while you explain things to my Dad," he said, his being sexually sated in such a great way making him more playful than usual afterward.
"Heh, sure," Dave said, as John moved to the other chair. "I'm sure that you're father will be thrilled to know *why* it took us so damned long to answer the door," Dave teased as he quickly gathered John's clothing, and dumped them on John's lap, leaving John to wheel himself off to the bathroom while Dave fetched his own articles of clothing.
'John? Dave? Are you all right? I thought I heard someone screaming," Jack said from outside of the door. He looked to where Eleanor was approaching from the main house, and he hoped that what he thought he had heard, wasn't really what he had heard. While it was nice that Eleanor, from her own admission, had made peace with John and was going to be accepting of Dave, Jack wasn't too sure if she'd still feel that way if they walked in on the boys having sex.
Dave had just finished throwing his shirt on, and quickly looked around the room to see if the signs of them just having sex were obvious. Dave's eyes caught on the tub of margarine, and he quickly grabbed it, and brought it, along with a pile of plates into the kitchen. The margarine immediately went into the trash as Dave couldn't see himself somehow trying to explain why there were handprints in it.
"I'll...be right there...everythin's fine," Dave called out, his voice rushed.
Finally, thinking the house was at least somewhat presentable, Dave made his way to the front door. "Sorry 'bout that," he said, a grin on his face. "Took longer than...uh...expected..."
"It's nice to see you again, Dave," Eleanor said, looking over Dave critically. Couldn't the boy have taken the time to comb his hair if he was going to take that long to let them in?
Jack couldn't keep from grinning. "I think we're a bit early, since Dr. DiLeo isn't even here yet. But that's not a problem, is it, Dave?" There was no doubt at all in Jack's mind what had kept Dave from answering the door. "Where's John?"
Dave quickly shook his head. "Oh...no problem at all. Uh, John...uh...hadda go to the bathroom. He'll be out in a minute..." At least Dave hoped he would be. It would have been nice for Dave not to have to deal with both of John's parents on his own.
" I hope we didn't disturb your dinner," Eleanor said, unable to keep her eyes off of Dave's hair. What *exactly* had been going on here?
"Of course, I didn't even think that you two might still be eating dinner." Jack turned to Eleanor. "Why don't we go for a walk to the lake so they can finish? I don't want them eating too quickly, especially John." Jack hoped that Eleanor would agree with him on that.
Eleanor's mouth opened, and then closed again. Disturbing their dinner, indeed, she thought. She knew that John had already eaten, she'd eaten with him. And Dave had just gotten his food heated up when she'd left - and that had been over an hour ago. Eating dinner indeed. Turning towards Jack, she nodded, suddenly feeling the need to just leave for a little while. Eleanor was not a stupid woman, and while she was not exactly one to be sexually active anymore, she had had many suitors in her day, and recognized that look on Dave's face. Although, she didn't think any of her gentleman suitor friends had ever had...oil in their hair before. Or at least what looked like oil.
"Yes. I think a walk by the like is a very good idea," Eleanor agreed. "We can show ourselves out..." And without turning to see if her husband was following her, Eleanor hastily made her retreat back outside.
Jack grinned at Dave. "We'll be back in about ten minutes or so. That should give you time to wash your hair. Bye." He turned and followed Eleanor, his amusement over nearly catching Dave and John fooling around enough to overcome any irritation he might feel from her attitude.
Dave watched as Mr. Carter left, crossing his arms over his chest as he tried to figure out the man's parting words. His hair? What was wrong with...Dave reached his hand up, and put it on top of his head, and then frowned. "Oh, man...shit. John!" He ran off towards the bathroom, and knocked on the door. "I...I gotta go take a quick shower. Nothin' quite like greetin' your parents with margarine on my head..."
To be continued.