"Uh huh." Dave nuzzled the cotton of Carter's T-shirt. This was good. He kissed one of the damp patches of shirt above him. It was wonderful that Carter wasn't trying to move or go anywhere -- just lying on top of him. And they were here, not quite skin to skin -- but skin to cotton and leather anyway. He kissed the T-shirt again, "Why this? Rest is leather." Dave didn't really want the answer -- he just wanted to lie there, and feel Carter's chest rumble on top of him as he spoke.
"I don't own any leather shirts or vests. Sorry," John mumbled against Dave's neck. He could feel Dave's pulse under his lips but he doubted if putting ones lips to the neck of a patient was an AMA approved method of taking a pulse. Smiling, John placed a soft kiss against that artery. "I can take it off if it's bothering you."
The vibration from Carter's talking traveled through Dave, acting as a cooling down massage to the massive tension and excitement of a few minutes ago. It felt good. "It's fine." Dave moved his hand up and down Carter's back again. "You should. Black leather. Boots are damn cool by themselves, though." Dave wanted Carter to speak some more -- say anything at all.
"I should take it off or I should try to find a black leather vest?" John asked. Dave's caresses were reminding John, and most importantly, John's cock, that it had not come yet. His orgasm had been fantastic, but he wanted to come, too. John slightly shifted his hips in an effort to get more pressure against his engorged member.
Dave wiggled a bit to try and accommodate Carter's movements as the taller man shifted. Then he almost felt his own eyes widen as something very hard and large pressed into his groin. Carter couldn't have come -- he just couldn't have if he was that hard -- even a teenager couldn't have recovered that fast. Dave nuzzled at the T-shirt again, then trying to keep a tinge of unexpected hurt out of his voice said, "Either, both, definitely the vest though."
"Well, I can't buy a vest now, but I can take care of the shirt for you." John carefully sat up, determined to keep Dave's soft cock inside and feeling pretty smug about it when he succeeded. Releasing Dave's hand, John grabbed the hem of the shirt and lifted it up and over, then tossed it to the floor. A voice inside his head screamed at him to lie back down as quickly as he could so Dave wouldn't get too much of a chance to look at his scars, but John ignored that voice. Dave had already proved that they didn't gross him out. Besides which, quick movement might dislodge Dave's cock and John definitely didn't want *that* to happen. So he stayed put for the moment. "Is that better?" John asked.
Dave poked his tongue out, and licked a convenient nipple. It was good, but licking Carter was good. Anything to do with Carter seemed to be good. "Good." The movement hadn't done anything to the size of the redwood. He was in the guy, he'd come and the guy was still hard. There was something very wrong here. Dave put his hands on Carter's back, and rubbed, increasing the distance covered with each repetition, when he'd got as far down as Carter's butt he said, "You're still hard."
"Yep. But that's okay. We've got all night, right?" John asked, although he thought he had picked up an odd tone in Dave's voice. Maybe Dave didn't want him to stay there all night, but didn't know how to tell him to leave?
"Yeah. Sure. If ya like. Got tomorrow off. How 'bout you?" Dave mumbled in a row, Carter didn't even seem keen about having it dealt with -- not that Dave was complaining that Carter didn't want to move -- but it just didn't seem right somehow.
"I'm off tomorrow, too." John smiled over the fact that Dave wanted him to stay and that he hadn't rearranged his day off in vain. He was about to lie back down when his eyes spotted the pizza boxes on the floor and then his stomach rumbled. "I hope the pizza's survived," John said. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving." Still, John didn't make any attempt to move, except to switch his gaze from the food to Dave's face, but Dave's eyes were unreadable as to what he felt. The sense that something wasn't quite right was still there and John was afraid to ask if something was bothering Dave. But...well, if something was wrong, then John wanted to know. He reached down and ran his hands over Dave's belly and up his chest. "Something's on your mind, Dave. What is it?"
Dave shrugged, and kept his eyes away from Carter's. "It's okay. Mean, you don't seem ta mind." He tried to justify himself. "Not my fault. You told me not to move." Then shrugged again. "Pizza sounds good."
John listened with growing bewilderment. "I don't understand what you mean. What is it that I don't seem to mind? And what does your not moving have anything to do with it? Have I done something wrong?" John lowered his body onto Dave's, and grasped his chin with one hand, holding Dave's face in place so he could look directly at him. "I came here to pleasure you, Dave. If I failed, then let me know and I'll do all I can to make it up to you," he earnestly said.
Dave shrugged -- he didn't want to think about how Carter had known all the things that would please him. He let his voice harden a bit, "Was good. Fine. Pizza's fine too. And beer." Dave could feel the redwood digging into his belly as he spoke -- yes, beer would be very good.
"I bought some soda pop, too. Want to split a Pepsi?" John asked. It was obvious that Dave wasn't going to tell him what was wrong -- at least not in terms that John could understand. Maybe someday he'd find a way to break through the wall that Dave seemed determined to keep around himself.
Splitting drinks sounded good, drinking from the same can. Dave nuzzled Carter's chest, and tightened his arms around the body above him. "Sure. Split the beer first or second?"
"Um, definitely second." John wasn't sure if he was even going near the beer, so it was best to put that decision off as long as possible. "I guess we have to move now, huh? Pity that you're not...you know...into kinky stuff." John knew he was blushing again but he couldn't help it.
Dave tightened his arms around Carter, his mind a momentary blank -- Carter didn't think that fucking a naked guy on a coffee table while wearing black leather lace-up pants and riding boots even registered on the kink scale? But he didn't want to move either -- and he did want to make up for the redwood that was pressing unabated into his stomach. "Whatcha thinkin' of?" he asked cautiously.
John turned his face away from Dave, his face on fire. "Well, if you had, you know, a, uh..." he mumbled something, "then I'd know you were always in me."
"What? Huh?" Dave was lost. Totally lost. He remembered how he felt his bruises during the days -- the marks that Carter had given him, and began nibbling at a patch of skin. "You want this?"
"Mmmm," John moaned from the sensations that Dave's mouth was creating upon his body. "That's good, but not quite what I had in mind. It's okay though. You'd think it was too kinky or something." John moved to give Dave access to more skin. "You don't have to stop, do you?"
"Nah." Dave continued to work on the mark. "But if ya don't want this then what?"
"I want this. This is good. I just...well, I wanted a way to keep you...your come, I mean...in me." John arched his body. "God, Dave, that feels...don't stop," he gasped.
Dave nibbled harder, intent on creating the perfect mark for Carter. "Huh, what d'ya mean?" Dave slowed to a stop, he hoped that the bruise would be perfectly circular when it appeared.
"You stopped," John pouted.
"I finished."
"Finished? But..." John slowly raised his body, his eyes searching in Dave's for a sign of what to do next.
Dave nodded. "Finished. Done. Complete."
John was about to protest the 'finishing' when he remembered that they had all night. He smiled slowly. "Shall I get that soda while you check to see if the pizza is still intact?"
That meant they would have to move. It was sad. But also necessary -- Dave was getting more than a little squashed. "'kay. Get the beer, too."
"How about if I just put the beer in the fridge for later?" John asked as he reluctantly stood. In his mind's eye he could see Dave's come oozing out of his body. A butt plug would have been handy to keep that from happening. John had never really understood the reason for using one. Until now. Keeping as much of Dave's essence inside his body as he could was imperative. Sighing, John carefully stepped over Dave, making sure he didn't kick him in the face.
"Beer, man. Beer." Something cold and bitter would slide down Dave's throat very well right now. He swiveled upright until he was sitting on the table, then looked about him. Their clothes were scattered on the floor -- but Dave spotted the pizza boxes half covered by Carter's T-shirt and an assortment of papers that had been sitting on the table.
John found the bag with the drinks and he liberated a can of beer from within. "I hope this is okay, the pizza place didn't have bottled beer." Bag in hand, John walked over to Dave and held the beer out to him. "What's the verdict on the pizzas?"
Dave opened a box, and peered inside, the pizza had slipped to one side of the box, and some of the slices had doubled over on themselves. "Squooshed, but edible." He grabbed the beer can from Carter. "Thanks."
"You're welcome. Do you want me to grab some plates?" John peered over Dave's shoulder into the box. "That the one with cheese or the one with everything? Because I want everything."
"Cheese." Dave looked up at Carter and half grinned. "Can tell you grew up with a dishwasher. Forget the plates. Sit down." Dave reached over and picked up the other box from the floor. "Everything. Ta da."
"No plates," John muttered as he settled cross-legged on the floor between the couch and the coffee table. "I guess if I say we need napkins then that means I grew up with a clothes washer?" He reached over and lifted out a slice of pizza with everything, holding it carefully so he wouldn't lose any of the toppings.
"Didn't ya get paper ones from the pizza place?" Dave looked down at Carter, and saw the redwood looking back up at him. Softened but still huge. Dave swallowed, and hastily cracked open his beer and took a big gulp.
"Don't know." John pulled the bag over and rummaged through it with one hand. He had to pull out the rest of the six-pack of beer and the sodas, but he finally managed to find several slightly damp paper napkins. "Here you go." John held one up to Dave.
Dave shrugged. "It's you who wants 'em." Dave reached down and snagged himself a slice of the everything pizza. The cheese was cool enough now that he could pile it into his mouth without fear of burning.
"I don't really need them," John said as he transferred the pizza slice from one hand to the other and held up fingers spattered with sauce and grease. "Pizza is finger food, and when you have finger food you're allowed to lick your fingers clean." When John grinned up at Dave, the look was anything but amused. "Want me to lick yours clean?"
Dave grinned, and slid down to the floor beside Carter. "Sure." He held his hand up. "Here."
John leaned over, and keeping his eyes locked on Dave's dark orbs, lowered his mouth over the index finger, sucking and then running his tongue around it before slowly pulling off and moving to the next finger. And the three after that, even though not all of them needed cleaning. "If the job's not to your satisfaction, I can do it again," John said. Then he bit into his pizza, his eyes still on Dave's face.
Dave transferred his slice of pizza to his now clean hand and held up the other one to Carter. "This one needs doing." He took a bite of the pizza, and waited for Carter's mouth to descend on his fingers and the sensations to sweep through his body again.
John slowed his chewing as he looked at Dave's hand. Such long and strong fingers the man had -- fingers that always managed to do such incredibly erotic things to his body. Hastily swallowing, John leaned over once more, and he cleaned those fingers with the same care and attention he had bestowed upon the ones on the other hand. Another bit of his pizza followed and John smiled as he waited for Dave's next move.
This was very good, but Dave was hungry. He knew very well if he hadn't orgasmed so recently he'd have a full head of steam by now. He swallowed his bit of pizza, then moved to straddle Carter's legs -- the guy was still almost fully dressed -- in the pants and boots it was amazing. Dave reached back to the table for his beer, and took a slurp, then leaned forward to kiss Carter.
John wasn't sure if he could handle Dave's weight on his legs the way he was sitting, so he stretched his legs out under Dave's bare butt. As he saw Dave's face nearing, John parted his lips in anticipation of the kiss that was to come, the rest of his pizza forgotten.
Dave leaned forward and kissed Carter. He traced his tongue around Carter's lips -- they were salty. Then he dived into Carter's mouth. There was tomato and pepperoni and cheese and onion in there. Dave chased the flavours around, pursuing one then finding another, and above all it was Carter he was in.
John's eyes closed as he let Dave roam his mouth. There was a taste of beer on Dave's tongue and the pizza. So it was a good thing they were eating the same thing, John thought. He brought his free hand up and wrapped it around the back of Dave's neck, holding him in place. There was something a bit decadent about sitting half naked on the floor with a completely naked man in one's lap, John thought. Something deliciously decadent.
Dave came up for air, then smiled at Carter. The kiss had been great -- and there were arms telling him that Carter had liked it too. He reached one of his own arms between them out, and snagged a bit of pizza. It was the cheese only one, then held it up between both of their mouths and took a bite.