John whimpered when Dave removed his fingers, but then Dave's words sunk into his brain. The position was fine. Well, almost fine. "Hold on." John moved his body backward and raised up until he was in a squatting position. "You ready?" John didn't want to move back onto Dave unless he knew for sure that Dave was ready for this.
"Yes." Dave couldn't believe how ready he was. "Think so." He leaned forward to kiss Carter's back. "It'll work like this?"
John shivered as Dave kissed him. "Oh, yeah, this will work. I need you to hold your cock against me, keep it steady."
"Okay." Dave grasped his cock, pushing it against Carter's butt -- where he could feel it. It was so hard, and so ready to be encased by Carter.
John felt the warm skin of the head of Dave's cock pressed up against him and he began to slowly lower his body onto it. He didn't want to rush this one bit. John wanted a long and slow fuck. Wanted to savor every inch of Dave's hardness. Needed to impress this moment into his memory so he could never forget it -- or Dave. One advantage to this position was that it would have to be John setting the pace. Dave would find it difficult to do any thrusting the way he was seated on the floor.
John let his head drop back as a low moan escaped his throat. He was completely impaled upon Dave and that was where he wanted to stay.
Dave put his arms around Carter, hugging him, and holding him in place. "Oh God." He loved being encased inside Carter, and having Carter inside his arms, trapped between his legs and his chest. "You're mine. You know that. You're mine." He kissed Carter's back. "Mine."
Dave's hands roamed Carter's front, searching for his nipples, pinching them and playing with them when he found them. "Mine." Then again, let one hand roam downhill for Carter's cock and balls, "Mine." And the other up towards Carter's mouth. "God. Mine."
John clasped one hand over the one of Dave's that was touching his cock while capturing the other hand with his mouth to gently suck on Dave's fingers. "Yours. All yours and no one else's." Hell, he could dream, couldn't he? "Forever and ever and ever." And then John slightly raised his body, moving just a bit up that wonderful cock of Dave's before lowering himself back down. "All yours." John repeated.
The next time Carter moved upwards, Dave took the opportunity to thrust himself inside Carter, harder and deeper. "Mine. Your ass is mine. And your cock is mine. And your balls are mine. And your nipples are mine. And your mouth is mine. And all of you is mine."
Dave waited until Carter had raised himself again, then -- in time with his thrust -- he returned his hands to Carter's waist, pulling the man toward him. "And I own you. God. I own you."
For John, it felt so right to have Dave claiming him in every way, controlling their movements. It felt so good to have Dave inside of him, so good to have Dave say out loud that he owned him, even if it wasn't true. Even if Dave didn't love him. John moved again, hoping Dave would repeat the same actions. "Yes."
Dave pulled Carter down onto him again, kissing his back. "Who said you could get off me? You're mine. Mine. Who owns you?"
"You own me. Every inch of me." John turned his head, desperate to feel Dave's lips upon his own. "I'm all yours, Dave." John didn't dare move his body again until Dave told him to. He was too afraid that Dave would make him move off of him, that Dave would change his mind about wanting him.
Dave felt Carter turning, and looked up. The face was a long way above him. He tried to push himself further inside Carter, so he could get closer. He wanted to kiss that mouth. Then he caught sight of those deep brown eyes. "I own you, John Carter." Dave tried to pull him closer, and thrust himself further inside, but there wasn't any movement, no millimeters were gained. Dave pulled and thrust again and harder, needing to be closer.
John stared down into Dave's eyes, desperately wishing he were shorter so that he could kiss Dave. He twisted his body a bit, ignoring the dull ache that started in his left side and moved down his leg. He would kiss Dave, even if it killed him. John twisted a bit more, bending from the side as he turned his body slightly and then their lips touched.
God, Carter's lips were soft and sweet. Dave put his hands up, around Carter's neck, to bring them closer, then pushed his tongue inside Carter's mouth, touching the very tip of Carter's tongue with his own. Dave groaned deep in his throat. It was perfect, and he wanted it to last forever, and he wanted still more. But there were small movements from below, Dave hastily lowered his hand, and cinched his arms around Carter's waist -- holding the connection secure.
John found himself getting lost in Dave's kiss. The second he felt Dave's tongue touch his own, he closed his lips over it and began to suck. Gently at first, then with more vigor. John wanted Dave to know that if he had the chance, John would suck Dave's tongue so far into his body that it would end up touching his cock -- that the two parts of Dave's body would fill him completely.
Dave felt like he was being sucked inside of Carter. Half of him would enter through the ass, and the other half through the mouth. And then they'd be so mingled and lost in each other that they could never separate. Dave tightened his arms around Carter. This was so good, too good to be true.
John let his lips roam from Dave's mouth. "I'm all yours. I want you, I need you. I love you." He tried to kiss Dave's cheek, but couldn't quite reach it. Just trying to move that far made his side hurt even more. "Sorry, I can't reach you." Instead, John grabbed Dave's clean hand and brought it up to his mouth so he could suck on the fingers, they still smelled like a beach in the summer time and tasted faintly like marshmallows, chocolate and hot dogs.
"Oh God." Dave loved the feeling of having his fingers suckled. He thrust again into Carter -- a small movement but as big as he could make in these circumstances. It was good -- the warmth, the dampness, the tightness, the Carterness of it all. He thrust again. "God."
John chuckled. "No, you're God, remember?" He clinched his ass muscles around Dave, trying to hold his cock in place so that the fucking would last forever. "My God."
At the greater tightness Dave's world contracted down to just him and Carter. "You're God. I'm God. Oh God." His breathing became deep and ragged, and he tried desperately to thrust upwards, to create movement and friction.
"Yes," John agreed as he moved in concert with Dave, shoving his body down when he felt Dave's groin rising up, the sound of skin slapping against skin strained to be heard over the harsh breathing that filled the summerhouse. "Yes, oh, God, yes," John said as Dave's cock rubbed against his prostate again and again and again. Needing release, John's hand once more moved down to his own cock.
"Oh God, God. God." Dave felt himself explode into Carter, and collapsed downwards, holding Carter's torso tight to him.
John felt his body move backward, but he didn't feel alarmed since Dave's arms were firmly around his body -- and he still had his feet flat on the floor. Dave had obviously come, and John tried to push down a whimper of frustration -- he had been so close to coming as well. He had wanted to come while Dave was still fucking him, but that hadn't happened. John resumed stroking himself, his movement slow. Maybe, just maybe, he could get Dave to suck him off?
When there was no further sound or movement from Dave, John began to worry about him. "You okay?" he asked, trying to turn his head to look at him.
Dave ran his hands complacently up and down Carter's sides. He was more than good, he was great. "Yep." He didn't feel like saying much, but added. "Who's your God?"
John rested his head against Dave's chest. "You are. You and only you, David Malucci."
That was good news. Dave shut his eyes and let lassitude flow through him. The air was cold but Carter was warm. The world was silent but Carter breathed and talked. And the smell of snow was overpowered by Carter's musk. Dave put his arms around Carter, and breathed shallowly not wanting to think of anything more.
John rested in the quiet of the summerhouse. He could hear Dave's breathing and thought that maybe he was getting too heavy for Dave -- but he wasn't complaining yet of his weight, so John decided he would just stay put. Since Dave was okay, John's hand returned to the problem that it had been addressing earlier -- his own climax. Ever so slowly he stroked himself, tightly clasping his cock from time to time and imagining that Dave's mouth was wrapped tightly around that organ. With a sigh and a shudder, John rubbed the pad of his thumb over the tip, thinking of how nice it would feel to have Dave's tongue there.
Dave moved his hands down Carter's arms and found an erect penis at the end of them. He ran a finger over it , feeling up the shaft to the wider head of it. It was hard.
John bit back a moan as Dave's finger played over his cock. "Care to help me out here?" he asked. He was hoping that Dave would be willing to try to suck him off.
Dave was a little disappointed that Carter hadn't come. Gods should leave guys limp and needing more. He squeezed his own anal muscles in memory. Still he was willing to rectify the problem. "Sure." He held Carter's balls in one hand, massaging them with his palm, and encircled the redwood with the other.
John closed his eyes as he felt Dave's hands on his cock and balls. That felt good. Not as good as Dave's mouth would have felt, but still good. "That's good...yeah, that's real good," John murmured. One of his hands drifted up his stomach and to his chest, seeking out a nipple to play with. If only Dave could have been born with four arms, John thought as he did what he could to send extra waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
It was getting harder to breathe, but Dave wanted to be called God again. He wanted Carter to scream out for him. Dave tried to replicate the tempo of earlier on Carter's body -- up and down the redwood -- from base up the trunk all the way to the canopy and the seedhead.
"God, that's good. Faster, Dave. Please?" John pushed off the floor with his feet, trying to get his cock further into Dave's hand. What he really needed was for his cock to be in Dave's mouth, but Dave obviously didn't want to do that. Still, maybe Dave would be willing to replicate the feeling a little bit. "Spit in your hand," John ordered. "Get my cock good and wet and it'll be slicker."
There was a small problem with that, in that Dave's head was comprehensively buried under Carter, but Dave reached out sideways, and found the nearly empty sunblock bottle. He squeezed it onto one hand, and found it letting out a farting noise. Dave started to chuckle but the noise died pressed out of his chest, and he started to rub the liquid onto Carter's hard cock -- coating it with the smell of beaches and summer.
John tried to keep from laughing when the bottle of sunscreen made that particular noise. And when the remaining sunscreen was being rubbed into his skin, all thoughts of laughter flew out of John's mind. His entire reason for being was encased in the head that was slick with sunscreen and being massaged by Dave's able fingers. Another shudder swept through John's body, "God, yes," he said, "that's...God."
"Who's God?" Even though he was still soft Dave began making small hip thrusts in time with the rubbing. He needed Carter to need him. "Who's your God?"
"You," John cried out as he felt heat begin to emanate from his groin. "You...God...oh, my God. You." John screamed up at the rafters as his cock twitched and erupted. "Youyouyouyouyou..." John's breath was ragged as that word became his mantra and then his climax passed and his body felt light and he knew he couldn't move his arms or legs -- there was no energy left to move them with. Somehow though, John found enough energy to turn his head, seeking out Dave's face and mouth and lips. "You."
Dave kissed Carter lightly, but needed to concentrate most of his efforts on breathing. It was very satisfying to hear Carter cry out like that. Very satisfying indeed.
John smiled against Dave's mouth. "God," he whispered once more. Then he shivered as the cold air of the room seeped through his skin. "Hmm, no one's home. How about a hot shower or a dip in the whirlpool?" John asked as he dropped a hand to Dave's hip and began to slowly caress it. "Cause I don't know about you, but I'm starting to freeze."
Warm was beginning to sound increasingly good to Dave. "Sure about your folks? They didn't..." Dave stopped speaking.
"My grandparents had to go to Washington to help out with some inaugural planning. And Corrine and everyone else has the weekend off. So, I'm here all alone." John carefully moved, turning his body over so that he and Dave were face to face. "All alone," John repeated as he looked down at Dave. The light from the sunset was quickly fading and John wasn't able to read the expression in those dark eyes, but he hoped Dave could read everything that was contained within his own.
"Yeah." Dave was finding it increasingly hard to breathe. He should really be glad that Carter didn't work out much. Muscle would be even heavier. "Let's get to that pool, my friend."
John put a hand out to either side of Dave's body and pushed upward until he could roll off of Dave without hurting him. He ended up rolling off the tarp and the wood floor under his back was cold. Sitting up quickly, John looked around for his clothing, but the growing dusk made that task difficult. "I think we need the light on." John said as he got to his feet and headed toward the door and the light switch. "Shield your eyes." John warned before he flipped the switch and drenched the room in the harsh light of the overhead bulb.
Dave clenched his eyes shut, then slowly opened them. As soon as he did, he was up and scrambling into clothes, because he was *cold*, cold with a capital L. They felt clammy on his skin, but at that point Dave didn't care, he just wanted out of there and in somewhere warm.
"Ready?"
John was still standing by the light switch when Dave finished dressing -- it had been nice to watch Dave move. "Uh, no. I'm not." John walked over to Dave and looked down at the floor for his clothes. He picked up the sweatpants and pulled them on, then looked for his socks and shirt.
Dave sat on the couch, then got up and walked around trying to keep warm. Whenever he moved the bites on his hips reminded him of Carter claiming him, and everything he'd said to Carter then. When he looked over at Carter, he could see the scars on the man's back - they were far more visible here than at a normal temperature. He walked toward Carter and touched them "Ready yet?"
John jumped slightly at the unexpected touch on his back -- right where the knife had gone in. "Sorry. You startled me." John could feel his heart racing and he willed it and his breathing to slow down and return to normal. "I found a sock. The other one and my shirt have to be around here somewhere. Maybe under the couch?" John got down on his knees and looked under the couch, finding a sock. He sat down and put them on, then saw part of his shirt peeking out from under one of the other couches. "There's the shirt," John pointed it out. "Would you mind grabbing it for me?"
Dave grabbed the sweatshirt, and looked at it -- if Carter wanted his help then he'd have it. "'kay Carter, hands up." He stood in front of Carter waiting.
Laughing, John stuck his hands up in the air, raising up on his knees. "Thanks," John said. As his arms pushed through the thick cotton material, John started to feel warmer and only then noticed the goosebumps on his skin. "Are you going to help me get undressed when we get inside?"
Dave grinned. "Maybe. Let's go."
"Gotta put on my boots first. And you need to go out and find yours. I'll meet you at the Jeep, okay?" John reached for a boot and shoved his foot inside, then started the laborious task of lacing it up.
"Okay." Dave grabbed his skates and made for the door. Outside any warmth in the air had gone with the setting of the sun. The yellow light drifting out from the open door only made the rest of the world seem darker. He groped along to where he thought he'd left the boots then began feeling for them in earnest. The snow was cold under his hands, and he began to shiver mildly.
The cold was making it difficult for John to lace up his boots, and he finally muttered "The Hell with it," and left them mostly undone. As long the boots stayed on his feet, he didn't care if they were fully laced and tied. He only needed them to keep his feet from freezing as he went from here to the Jeep and then into the house. John shoved the thermos back into the picnic basket, then tossed the tarp back over the couch, making a mental note to clean or replace it before his grandparents saw it -- he had taken a few days of kidding from his grandfather over the soap bubbles in the Jacuzzi and really didn't want to hear anything about stains on the tarp in the summerhouse.
Stepping out onto the porch, John looked for Dave and finally spotted him. "Did you find them?"
"Not yet....oh....just got 'em." Dave stood up. His feet were already freezing so he didn't see any point in putting the boots on for only a few yards. He moved quickly to the car. "Com'on."
John clicked off the light and shut the door, then hurried to the Jeep, reaching it just as Dave did. They climbed inside and John sped over the path that separated the lake from the house. He wasn't supposed to drive over the path, but he wanted to get Dave into the house where he could take off his now wet socks. Why was it that Dave seemed prone to self-inflicted hypothermia when he was at the estate? The brakes squealed as John came to a halt by the back door and he jumped out to unlock the door. Returning to the Jeep for the picnic basket, he saw that Dave was shivering. "I could try to give you a piggy back ride or something? Keep your feet from getting even wetter."
"I'm fine, Carter." Dave made his way carefully to the door, then inside. This had been the entrance he'd come in two weeks ago, so Dave knew the route, and carefully lead the way to the poolroom. He wanted to get warm fast, now that he had the opportunity. Once there he stripped the cold and wet socks off, then started on the rest of his clothes.
John shut both doors on the Jeep, then followed Dave into the house. He took his time, shutting and locking the kitchen door, then putting the basket on the counter before heading to the poolroom. It was easy enough to follow Dave -- there were wet footprints over the carpet. John was doubly glad that everyone was gone for the weekend -- it'd give the carpet time to dry before anyone saw it like that.
Entering the poolroom, John saw that Dave was nearly naked. "Hey, I thought you were going to undress me once we got here?" he asked, teasing.
Dave grinned. "Sure I will. Com' here."
As Carter approached him, Dave retreated, until they were close to the swimming pool. Then with a flying tackle Dave leaped at Carter knocking them both into the water.
As John felt himself heading for the water, he wrapped his legs around Dave and held on as they both went under the water. They came up sputtering. "Damn, Dave. That's cold!" John shook the water out of his eyes. "Couldn't you have waited for me to turn on the Jacuzzi first? Let it warm up a bit before tossing us both into cold water?"
Dave grinned. "Wouldn't have got to dunk you then." His feet felt like they were burning - but that was good in a way. He reached for the sweatshirt he'd put on Carter only minutes earlier, and started to pull it up. "Hold ya breath."
"Hold my breath...?"
Dave pulled the damp and clingy material up Carter's body. It got snagged on an ear for a moment and Dave had to work to release it, but soon he had Carter's head free again -- even though his hands were still bound with the sweatshirting. "Yeah, hold your breath."
Remembering how Dave had previously tried to drown him in the Jacuzzi by dunking his head under the water and THEN telling him to hold his breath, John was grateful for the warning and he took a deep breath, then waited to see what else would happen.
Dave looked at Carter's bound arms, and decided that they might just as well stay like that for a minute. "Float. On ya back."
John coughed as he quickly let out his breath. "Float? With my hands like this?" He held up his hands and the sweatshirt still attached to them.
"Yes float." Dave grinned, and shoved at Carter until he was more or less, floating on his back, then splashed his way down to Carter's feet, and began work on the boots. They were so heavy that Carter's feet kept disappearing below the water, which was annoying.
It was scary to float and know he couldn't use his hands to keep his body above water if need be -- but John knew that Dave wouldn't let him drown. As a boot was removed, his right leg floated to the surface, then the left. John closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of weightlessness even as he wondered what Dave was going to do next.
Dave started on the sweat pants. His eyebrows raised and he pulled them off and saw nothing but bare skin. "Went commando? Will the maid pick 'em up for you even down in the summer house?"
John gently shook his head. "None there to find. I was in too much of a hurry earlier to put any on." The water felt good against his bare skin but he still had no idea what else Dave had in mind aside from stripping him.
"You went down there like this?" Dave's mind started whirring. "You expected...?" He kicked himself off to the far side of the pool.
"I expected you to be trying to leave. You had doubts that I would come back, remember? When I changed, I rushed so you wouldn't think I had deserted you." John replied. After a bit he didn't feel Dave swimming any longer and he opened his eyes. Where had Dave gone?
Dave looked at Carter from the far side of the pool. He didn't know what to think. It had been good, great. But the guy had gone down there without underwear. He had to have been expecting the...sex. "I'm not gay."
John sighed. Dave wasn't back to *that* again, was he? "Never said you were, Dave." Thinking he was near enough to the shallow end to stand, John moved so that he would be upright -- and then found out the hard way that he was directly over the deepest part of the pool as he went straight down, his hands useless.
"You..." Going down there without underwear came awful close to saying it in Dave's book. He looked around for Carter. The guy was probably going to try dunking him or something.
John was used to swimming under water for long periods of time, so the mere fact of being under water didn't scare him. What was scaring him was that the more he tried to free his hands from the sweatshirt, the more it seemed to cling to his skin. He thought it was tangling in on itself as well. Panic was on the verge of settling in as John's toes touched the bottom. Relief filled him then and he pushed off the pool floor, gasping for air the minute his head broke through the surface. "Dave!" John managed to call out before he went back under.