Dave pushed his tongue into Carter's mouth -- feeling his teeth, and the slickness of his tongue. This was good. This was so, so good. And Carter's hands were roving over Dave's back and sides, in unexpected random patterns. It was so good. Dave pushed a leg over Carter's body so he was straddling the other man, and, taking most of his weight on his forearms, continued to kiss him -- reveling in the warmth of the skin, the dampness of his mouth, the aliveness of the whole, and the pliability of all but the redwood digging into his abdomen.
The only thing that could be better was if Dave were as naked as he, John thought. But there was no way for him to reach the zipper of Dave's pants and he didn't want him to move anyway. It felt good to have the weight of Dave's body above him, on him. Pinning him to the bed. John moved a hand up to Dave's shoulder, then along the bicep to his forearm and trailed his fingers over the back of Dave's hand before making the return trip to Dave's back. Suddenly unable to be content with Dave's tongue having free rein in his mouth, John captured it, sucking greedily.
God. Dave didn't know if he needed to be inside Carter or Carter needed to be inside him, but he knew that the two layers of fabric between their cocks were far, far too many layers. Carter was pulling him inside, so far inside that he was almost lost. Dave whimpered and tried to push his tongue even further in.
John sucked harder, trying to spread his legs so there would be a comfortable vee for Dave to rest in, but John's legs met the resistance of Dave's hard thighs and the roughness of the denim of Dave's pants felt good against the skin of John's thighs. He suddenly felt the need to breathe and he twisted his head away from Dave's. "Need...air."
John grinned up at Dave as he caught his breath. Then he nodded. "Okay. Let's do that again."
"Sure. Second." Dave knelt upright, and undid the waistband and zip of his jeans, but he was too impatient to renew the kiss to actually remove the jeans themselves, they'd have to wait for later. He grinned at Carter as he lay down on top of him again. This was just good.
John reached up and pulled his head down, then his lips traveled over Dave's face, kissing his chin, his cheeks, his nose and then his lips, parting his own once more in invitation. "God," John breathed as his lips met Dave's.
"Yeah, I know." Dave let one of his hands entangle in Carter's hair -- feeling each strand that rolled between his thumb and forefinger, and the firm texture of the scalp. "I know." Then he dived back into Carter's mouth
John was able to hold out longer before coming up for air again, and when he pulled away he tenderly touched Dave's lips with a single finger, wondering if his own lips were as swollen and bruised as Dave's appeared. The intense look in Dave's eyes was enough to take John's breath away and he closed his eyes against the sight, wanting to catch his breath so they could keep kissing. They could kiss all night and John wouldn't complain, it was that good. "More? Please?" John asked as he opened his eyes.
"Sure." Dave gave Carter a quick peck on the lips, but then rolled off him onto one side -- his shoulder muscles were getting cramped form the long time in one position and the weight they had been bearing. He gave his jeans and shorts a push down to get the journey to the floor started, but then opened his arms to Carter. "Come here."
John cuddled up beside Dave, stretching his body along side the other man's and settling into Dave's waiting arms. "I really like your exams, Dr. Dave," John said with an impish grin. "Do you perform these often or do you reserve them for special patients?" Okay, he was fishing for a compliment of some kind, but what the Hell?
Dave wiggled his body forward, moulding it firmly to Carter's. "No one ever needed an exam like this before." Even as he spoke Dave recoiled a little in horror at what he'd said, but then decided the best way to not get an answer was kiss Carter. So he did so -- very thoroughly.
Now that there was more of Dave's body to feel, John enjoyed that kiss even more. He only had one hand that was really free to move and he slid it over Dave's hip, then cupped his buttock, kneading the muscle there for a bit and pulling Dave's body even closer. The jeans were still in the way though and he brought up a foot and tried to use it to push the pants the rest of the way off Dave's body -- and not succeeding too well.
Dave frowned as the annoying pants stayed above his knees once again. It was time to deal with them properly. He kicked his sneakers off, the stood up on the bed to get the jeans finally off.
John gazed up at Dave, not at all worried that the man would fall on him as the movement of the bed kept him unsteady as he struggled with his jeans. Dave was a magnificent being to behold, especially from that angle and as soon as one leg was free, John ran a hand up it as far as he could reach which ended up being nearly halfway up Dave's thigh -- and shy of his cock and balls. "Take your time," John said, thoroughly enjoying the view. "I'm okay with this position."
Dave grinned as he pulled the jeans off. "Glad to hear it." Carter looked pretty good from above too. Still...as he was up here. Dave gave a small jump, and put his legs out flat -- ready to land prone on the bed beside Carter.
John's body bounced when Dave landed on the bed and he was sure he heard the sound of wood cracking or maybe even splintering. "Uh, Dave...you didn't just break the bed, did you?"
"Um. Don't think so." He hoped not anyway. But there was undoubtedly something a little pointed poking into his back. But neither of them were on the floor -- and that was what counted. "Doesn't matter."
"Okay." It was Dave's bed and he should know if it had broken. He grinned. "So, what next, Dr. Dave?"
Dave looked for wherever the oil had got to, and threw the container to Carter. "This?" Then he ran a hand down Carter's body. "And this." And kissed Carter's lips. "And this."
John looked from the oil to Dave and then back at the oil. "I'm lost. I got the kissing part, but..."
"Ya know, ya put it on and then ya fit."
John slowly smiled. "Oh, I see. *You* want an internal exam." He opened the bottle of oil and poured a generous amount into his hand, then rolled to his back and spread his legs so that Dave had a good show as he began to rub the oil onto his cock. "Do you think I've applied enough or should I put some more oil there?"
The cock was huge. Dave looked at it, and at Carter's hands playing with it. "More. It's big." He reached for the oil himself, and got some to help coat the glistening redwood.
John pointedly stared at Dave's cock. "Yours is bigger," he said, then he softly gasped as Dave's hand touched him, rubbing the oil into his heated skin. "I...I'll need to prepare you, too." John finally said, eagerly looking forward to Dave's reactions when his fingers tenderly spread the oil on the skin around his anus, making him ready.
"Yep." When the oil in his hand was gone Dave lay back eager and waiting for Carter to touch him. The redwood was huge and hard and it would split him in two again, and he couldn't wait for that to happen.
John settled between Dave's legs and lovingly stroked that massive cock, then caressed Dave's heavy balls, admiring the heft of them in his hands. "God, you're so beautiful. So perfect," John said as he ran his fingertip from the base of Dave's cock to the tip. John made sure he had plenty of oil on his fingers before he closed the cap on the bottle and set the oil aside. "Lift your thighs for me and spread your legs some more, okay?" John asked after he placed a kiss on the crown of Dave's cock.
"Mmmmm, God." Dave did so -- imitating the movements he'd made holding his thighs the first time Carter had fucked him. He remembered that briefly -- he'd been so scared, and now he knew how good it was. And how Carter touched him and played with him, and did things. And it was good, good, good.
"Perfect," John repeated as Dave's pink asshole was revealed to him. He ran his finger in a circle around it, watching it contract and knowing Dave couldn't control that movement -- it was pure reflex. As John's finger slowly disappeared into that perfect hole, he looked at Dave's face, wanting to see if the hot and tight opening being probed felt as good to Dave as it usually felt for John when he was on the receiving end. "Just perfect."
"Mmm. Oh, God." Dave tightened his ass sucking the finger further in. He wanted and needed more. But even one finger was wide, so wide. Carter would stretch him again, and more than this -- and he needed it, and knew it would happen, but he didn't understand how it could. "More. Please. God."
"As you wish," John replied and he slipped a second finger in beside the first, letting them go all the way in before twisting and turning them, stretching Dave so that it would feel good and not painful when it was time for something larger. John gauged his actions by Dave's reactions, each moan and exhortation resulting in another twist, a scissoring and finally another finger. And then John felt Dave was ready and he inched forward on his knees, pushing Dave's thighs higher so that he could get his own thighs under Dave's buttocks. "Ready?" John asked, his cock head hovering just outside the entrance to that sweet pleasure.
"Yes. Please." Dave could feel Carter's legs touching him. He needed more -- not only the legs, and not even only the cock, but hands and kissing and touching all over. "More. Now."
"As you wish," John said as he slowly pushed inside of Dave. He bit back a gasp as the heat and tightness of Dave's body engulfed him. As his cock disappeared into that velvety warmth, he braced his hands against Dave's thighs, holding on as much as he was holding Dave's legs back.
Dave felt himself being pushed wide open by Carter. He breathed in, then exhaled suddenly wondering if it was like this for an addict getting a fix, the painful pleasure of a needle entering a vein, and knowing that bliss was only a few moments away. He wiggled to make it happen faster.
Dave's movements inflamed John and he bucked his hips, sliding the rest of the way until their bodies were joined. Turning his head, he kissed Dave's thigh, then ran his tongue along the tender skin found there. It felt good to just be inside of Dave, but he knew it would feel even better once he started to move. "Ready?" John asked as he turned his head so he could run his tongue along the other thigh.
Dave felt a multiplicity of sensations, the smooth dampness tickling his thigh, the tightness in his ass -- it felt like Carter got bigger every time this happened, the warmth of Carter's hands. He pushed his hands against the bedspread, trying to impale himself further on Carter. "Yes."
Intent on pleasing Dave, John began to slowly pull back, not stopping until he was nearly out of his lover. And then he slowly went back in. Over and over again he repeated those motions, keeping the tempo slow and even while his tongue and lips played upon Dave's legs.
It was starting again -- working its way toward a fore-ordained inevitable conclusion. "Please. God." Tantalizingly slow. And being touched in other places, too. Carter playing his body like some kind of instrument. He breathed in, needing Carter to go faster. "You own me. I'm yours."
John slowly smiled and he pushed all the way in and stopped, then bent double so he could kiss Dave's lips. Doing so stretched his muscles beyond belief and it hurt, but John just had to get to those lips. Not quite close enough for a deep kiss, John brushed his lips against Dave's. "I know," he whispered against them. Then he resumed his former position. His eyes saw the vivid bruises on Dave's thighs and he remembered that Dave had had a bad encounter with a tree on their skating outing. John tenderly kissed the edges of the bruises, then made sure that his hands stayed far from them as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.
The kiss had been good beyond belief, and Dave felt the traces of it on his lips as Carter's thrusts picked up speed. He ran his tongue around the still tingling lips -- needing that and every bit of contact that Carter could give him. He, himself, was hard -- hard almost to the bursting point by what Carter was doing to him. "God. Oh God. Please. Carter."
John had been so lost in pleasing Dave that he had almost forgotten that Dave liked to talk during sex. He grinned. "Yeah, Dave...you like this, don't you? Do you know how hot and tight you are? Do you know how good it feels to be inside of you?"
"You own me. Take me. Please. God." Carter's breath was hot, and wherever their bodies touched Dave seemed to have ten or twenty or a thousand times as many nerve endings as the textbooks said he should. Waves of pleasure rocketed through Dave from his prostate to the ends of every hair or nail on his body. "I'm yours."
"Mine," John agreed, his heart about to burst at hearing Dave's words. Surely Dave meant what he said. He had to mean those words. "All mine," he repeated. His own need tore at him, urging him to go faster, thrust harder, fill Dave completely. But he fought against those urges because he wanted to bring more pleasure to Dave. So much pleasure that Dave would have to beg for him to come, just to end the exquisite agony. John's mouth took on a new intensity against Dave's skin. No longer content to lick and kiss, he sucked and marked. Dave was his and his alone. No other man could touch Dave. No other man could look at that gorgeous body. "Tell me again," he ordered. "Tell me."
"God, I'm yours. You own me." But it wasn't just the redwood thrusting inside him, Dave was aware that even his thigh was being sucked inside Carter. "Yes. Mark me. Own me. Make me yours. Again and again and again."
"Yes," John moaned and this time he lost the battle with his body's urging. He thrust harder, deeper, longer, faster. In and out and out and in, over and over. His hands tightened on the back of Dave's thighs as his orgasm neared.
"Yes," Dave echoed. "Yes." The movements were frantic -- flashing red hot images on his brain. "Yes." Carter deep inside him. "Yes." Miniature Carters spilling out of the redwood, infecting every cell of his body. "Yes." Carter touching and possessing all of him at one glorious instant. "Yes."
John's mind went blank as his body took control -- his legs came out from under Dave's buttocks, and as he thrust home one last time, a low "Yesssss," ripped from his throat. Even as his semen filled Dave, john tried to get further inside, tried to bury himself there so they would stay joined forever. As his cock ceased throbbing, the energy drained from John's body and he collapsed onto Dave's stomach, totally and completely spent. "Yes," he whispered.
Carter's skin finally touching his was enough to send Dave over the brink he'd been teetering on for so long. He came, spasming again and again and again -- the liquid sandwiched between their abdomens ready to act as a glue. Dave put his arms around Carter and repeated "Yes" one last time.
"All mine," John murmured against Dave's furry chest. He carefully placed a kiss there even as his heavy eyelids closed. Giving in to the exhaustion from his day, he knew that Dave wouldn't let him rest for long, but he was reluctant to pull out of Dave. If he were lucky, Dave would let him have five minutes of sleep. And if he were really lucky, then Dave wouldn't make him move until he had slept for ten or fifteen minutes. Content and sated, John nuzzled his cheek against Dave's chest and gave in to sleep.
Dave tightened his arms around Carter, very glad that he wasn't making any attempts to move yet. Dave was utterly satiated himself, and lay for a few minutes, happy to feel Carter's heart beating next to his. Then he kissed the top of Carter's head that lay conveniently closely on his chest, only to be rewarded by a mild snore.
Dave looked down at the guy, but he was definitely asleep, not playing possum or joking. He had an idea he was supposed to be miffed about things like this, but he was happy. If Carter was asleep then he wouldn't be pulling out anytime soon, or moving, or doing anything other than lying next to him, skin to skin -- almost breath to breath.
Dave cuddled Carter happily, then reached out to bring the bedspread over Carter's back so he wouldn't get cold and wake up.
Dave woke his usual two minutes before his alarm, and was immediately aware that something was different. Very different. He looked beside him, and saw Carter looking impossibly innocent and cute lying next to him. Shit. He'd woken up to Carter a couple of times now, but this was different. This was his place and somehow that made a difference. This wasn't a gold brick mansion. It was just an apartment -- true it was a far nicer apartment than the one he'd grown up in, but someone from gold brick mansion probably wouldn't notice the difference between them.
And he and Carter were thoroughly intertwined. Legs and arms and bits of bedspread seemed to be lying everywhere. Most important though was Carter's head with its brown hair lying next to him. Dave cautiously pulled on an arm, and extracted it from whichever bit of Carter it had been squashed next to. He wavered, unsure of whether to risk waking Carter up by pushing some hair out of his eyes, or not.
Then the phone rang shrilly in the early morning quiet. Shit. Dave tried to pull himself away hastily.
John became aware that he wasn't in bed alone. There was a telephone ringing impossibly close to him and something or someone was there with him and moving. He let out a yelp as a knee found a tender spot and he opened his eyes to discover the identity of his tormentor.
Dave saw Carter's brown eyes slowly open in front of him, and the insistent noise of the phone's ring faded into the background. "Uh, Hi."
John smiled. "Hey. Don't you think you should answer that?"
"*You* try reaching it from here." Dave pulled on his other hand, and managed to extract it from the folds of the bedspread. Even as he spoke, he reached across Carter to the bedside extension of the phone, Carter's face was very close to his now, and in the second before he picked it off the hook he gave in and pecked Carter on the lips.
As the kiss ended, John slowly stretched to work out the morning kinks from his muscles. And it *was* morning, the light filtering through the window blinds told him that much. Dave had let him stay all night. Happy, John wrapped his arms around Dave, holding him in place while he started to place kisses on his collarbone.
"Mmmrrrr." Those little kisses were good. Dave dropped the phone receiver in response to them, letting it clatter down onto the floor, then lifted his head to give Carter better access to his neck.
John placed small kisses on the exposed skin, but then he heard a faint voice calling out 'Hello? Hello?'
"Uh, Dave, I think that someone's on the phone," John said, but he didn't stop his kisses.
Dave groaned, and tried to simultaneously grind his body ever closer to the source of the kisses, and move away to give Carter more access. He reached across Carter for the phone, but couldn't quite reach it -- and Carter was obviously far too intent on the kissing to be any help. Dave wiggled until his legs were half on top of Carter's, before he tried reaching for the phone again -- this seemed like it might turn into a battle of wills.
"And it's Six Twenty-five on a Frrrrrrroooooosssssstyyyyyyy winter morning, so to all of you out there who don't need to get up ssssssttttttttaaaaaaaayyyyy in bed. And for those suckers that do here's Jimmy Cliff with 'I Can See Clearly'."
After Dave switched positions, John saw a new opportunity. Dave seemed to be having trouble answering the phone while being kissed, so John stopped that. "Go ahead, I won't kiss you to distract you."
Dave thumped the top of his clock radio to give nine minutes peace. He was a bit disappointed that Carter had stopped kissing -- but phones didn't usually ring before six-thirty. "Okay." He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed the receiver from the floor. "Yeah?"
"Is this Dr. Malucci? Dr. David Malucci?" A male voice asked.
Grinning, John let his hands skim down Dave's back to cup his ass. It was such a nice, firm ass, John thought.
"Uh, yes. Who is it? " Dave arched his back into Carter's caress, and successfully prevented his voice rising an octave. " What is it?"
John's tongue snaked out to draw circles on the nearest part of Dave's body, which happened to be the side of his chest, and his hands began to knead Dave's buttocks, trying to work their way lower.
"This is Jonathan Carter. I'm sorry to bother you so early in the morning, but, John apparently didn't return home last night and we were hoping that you knew his whereabouts?"
Dave gave Carter a horrified look. "Um. No. Carter's not here. Why'd he be here?" Dave tightened his butt muscles as Carter poked into them. "Um. He coulda crashed somewhere."
John stopped his tormenting as he heard his name mentioned and he looked up to see a decidedly odd look on Dave's face. "What?" he asked. "Who is it?"
"Crashed? You think he was in an accident? Good Lord, I pray nothing of the kind has happened. I'm sorry I bothered you while you have company, Dr. Malucci. I'll let you go and start calling the hospitals. But, please, if you *do* hear from John, will you tell him to call us?"
"No. No company. And no, not crashed like that. Just crashed. Ya know, stayed over at a friend's place. Not hurt, just ya know, tired and crashed." Dave tensed his entire body as he spoke, then mouthed softly to Carter. *Your family*.