Dave grinned, and gestured toward a table loaded with beer and food. "The good stuff came." He grabbed a potato skin, loaded it up with chili and sour cream and brought it to his mouth. "Man, this is good. I'm starving."
John saw his cheeseburger had also arrived. "Looks good. So, Jimbo was saying something about the next game?"
Dave nodded. "Saturday week. We play the BITERS." Dave raised his voice on the last word to cut across the crowded bar.
In a second an answering "TEDDYBEARS" drifted back.
Dave grinned and grabbed another potato skin.
"Maybe I'll come see you play...if I can get the night off, that is. I had a great time." John reached for his cheeseburger and found it tasted just as good as it had the first time he had been there with Dave.
Dave wrinkled his nose. "Maybe. I've gotta see about those shifts too. Weaver just doesn't understand sports schedules and training." A second later another potato skin loaded with sour cream entered Dave's mouth.
"It's always a pain, isn't it? I mean...damn," John heard the low ringing of his cell phone and he grabbed it, frowning since he didn't recognize the number. "Excuse me." He headed toward the door to answer the call and found himself wishing he hadn't. It was The Kenner Institute, calling to see if he could come by to talk with his cousin Chase, who was having some kind of problem. The woman on the phone wouldn't go into details. John ended up telling her that he'd do his best to drop by in the morning and when she thanked him she emphasized how important it was for him to show up. After hanging up, John dialed Weaver's cell phone, knowing that no matter where she was, he could reach her on it. But he got her voice mail and ended up leaving a message telling her that he had a family emergency of sorts and could he be late in the morning. Then he returned to his seat. He had been feeling so good about things -- Jimbo was clueless about Dave as were Dave's other teammates, and now this. What could be wrong with Chase, he wondered.
Dave turned in his seat to see Carter heading back, and took another slurp of his beer, and found that he'd emptied his glass. He looked at it sadly for a moment. Sammy seemed to have the same problem, and began to signal Roxanne since all the pitchers were also empty, when Marie gave him an unsubtle dig in the ribs, "You're working tomorrow and it's after ten."
Dave looked at his own glass again, and sighed. After match functions WERE better when there wasn't a shift the next day.
John was distracted by thoughts of his cousin and he barely noticed when the team and their wives and girlfriends started to leave. Marie had to speak to him twice to tell him goodbye, and he apologized quickly to her for that.
Marie smiled. "Don't worry about it. It's getting late. I hope we see you at more of the games, John. It was nice to meet you."
Sammy echoed his wife's words and John found himself feeling the same way. "As long as my shifts allow it, I'll be there. I had a great time." He shook Sammy's hand and then sat back down as the couple left. Soon the only ones left were John, Dave and Jimbo.
"So, Jimbo, do you need a ride home? I can drop you off at your place on my way to Dave's," John offered.
Dave cast a suspicious glance at Carter. "Yeah a ride would be good. How 'bout you Jimbo?"
Jimbo nodded, and drained the last of his mug. "Yeah. Thanks. A ride'd be nice. Dave's place is closer than mine though. Could put me off there, or Dave first?"
John finished the last of his soda, very conscious of Dave's gaze in his direction. He leaned back in his chair and smiled over at Jimbo. "Okay. I'll drop Dave off first and then take you home. You two ready?" John figured he could drop off Jimbo and then head back to Dave's without a problem and he hoped that Dave would figure that out as well.
Dave nodded, glad that Carter had got through that one. "Sure am. Jimbo?"
"Me too." Jimbo got up, and made his way toward the bar to pay his tab. Dave followed him in short order, and found Jimbo not only paying his own tab but also Dave and Carter's.
"Hey."
"If you actually WANT to pay...."
"Nah. Fine by me."
"What with gettin' a ride 'n all."
"Sure." Dave turned toward Carter, and grinned -- glad that he could show off the good nature of his friend. "Jimbo took care of the last of it."
"What?" John took a step toward Jimbo, knowing the man hadn't known that John had offered to pay for the first pitchers of beer. "You don't have to do that, Jimbo."
Dave grinned. "Already done." Then began to make his way out the door and toward the Jeep. It had been a good evening. Carter didn't seem to have made any foul-ups, and it was good to see people getting on. At the door Dave half turned back. "Com'on."
"Guess we had better get going," John said to Jimbo. "Thanks for paying and all." John started to follow Dave out to the Jeep.
"Not a problem." Jimbo grinned at Carter.
There was still snow on the ground from the falls earlier that day, and Dave jumped up and down on the sidewalk by the Jeep, with his hands tucked into his armpits as he waited for Carter and Jimbo -- most especially Carter who had the keys.
"Keep your pants on, Malucci, I'm hurrying," John called out as he and Jimbo walked quickly to the Jeep. John unlocked the door, then headed to his side and was in and buckling up before Dave was ready to go. As soon as he started the Jeep, John reached for the heat, turning it on full blast. "Okay, looks like I've got to depend on one or the other of you *this* time. How do I get to Dave's from here?" John asked with a laugh. It was nice to have something to laugh about after getting that unsettling news about Chase.
Dave glanced sideways at Carter. They'd been in this situation before -- of course then they'd ended up at gold brick mansion. And he wasn't drunk this time, not really -- not at all, Carter was just going to drop him off. He grinned. "Over the car bridges?"
John grinned. "Car bridges would be helpful."
"Um, ahead?" Dave wasn't too sure on this one
John looked up at Jimbo through the rear view mirror. "Do you know how to get to his place from here?"
Jimbo nodded. "Sure. Ahead."
"Told you." Dave said.
About three traffic lights later Jimbo noticed that he was sitting on something. Something that wasn't a sports bag. Something slithery and a bit soft, and quite flat. "Hey, you've got somethin' else in the back here?"
Since there were stopped, John craned his head to look back. "Yeah, that's my suit. It must have fallen off the hook or something. Can you hang it up for me?" John was now in a section of town that he recognized and he knew he could get to Dave's without any further assistance.
"Uh sure." Jimbo contorted himself to get the object out from under him. "A suit. You wear a suit to work, Malucci?"
"What? No way. Course not. That's just Carter."
"You guys DO work in the same place right?" Jimbo asked.
"Yeah," Dave replied.
"Then why...you *do* wear one don't you?"
"No, I *don't. A suit?! Com'on. Can you see me in a suit?"
Jimbo laughed. "I'd like to. Could take you into Shortz and see if they recognised you."
John snickered. "Dr. Dave here wouldn't be caught dead looking like a doctor. If he can't wear jeans and a scrub top, then he'd be lost and quite unable to function as a doctor."
"Hey. I could too work in a suit." Dave's eyes flipped between Carter beside him to Jimbo in the back. "But why? I mean, they're expensive and people puke on them -- what's the point?"
"Point is, they make you look like a professional. Someone people feel at ease trusting with their aches and pains. Plus, I happen to look damn good in a suit," John said with a grin.
"Yeah. Well." Dave wasn't going to touch that one with a bargepole. Not the least because Carter did look damn sexy in a suit -- Dave felt himself getting hard at the thought of it. Damn. Still they were coming up to his place now. "Chuck me my bag, Jimbo."
"Here goes." A second later a sports bag was pushed through the gap between the seat.
John pulled to a stop in front of the building and he turned to Dave. "I'll see you later," he said. Then he looked at Jimbo. "You moving up to the front seat?"
"Yep." Dave jumped out. "Good game guys."
"Bye." John waited until Jimbo was in the passenger seat and then he smiled at him. "Where do you live, Jimbo?"
"'bout four blocks down." Jimbo settled into the seat. "It's a good team."
"You guys play well together. Must be fun." John pulled out into the lane and headed down the street. "So, what do you do for a living?"
"I'm a cop. Over at the 53rd."
"Really? I was over there once. Arrested for obstruction of justice. A friend of mine bailed me out, so I didn't have to stay overnight. Do they let you plan your shifts around your games?"
Jimbo laughed. "I wish. I have to swap just like everyone else. It's a hell of a lot easier to swap to get Thursday night off than Saturday that's for sure. You should come along again -- always good to have our supporters drowning out the other side."
"I will. I really had a good time." John was sure he'd gone a few blocks. "Are we almost there?"
"Uh yep. This next corner is fine." As the Jeep pulled to a stop, Jimbo picked up his bag. "Good you enjoyed it. We'll have to have another drink later."
"Sure," John said. The door quickly shut and then John decided that to make it look good he'd have to drive down the road a bit before taking another route back to Dave's place. Just the thought of having Dave all to himself made his cock spring to life, but he fought down the desire to speed. He didn't want a traffic ticket or anything else to delay him in reaching Dave.
Dave's apartment seemed very empty as Dave walked in. It had been filled with Carter all day. If...if Jimbo hadn't needed a ride then maybe Carter would be here now. Dave shut that thought away -- Carter was driving, they were both working tomorrow. An image flashed into Dave's mind of Carter wearing that suit and grinning at him. Dammit -- he was hard as a rock. It just wasn't fair. Not fair at all. Dave wandered into the bathroom and saw that Carter had left a small bag in there. It was tangible, real. Dave picked up the bag and looked in it. There was a box of condoms in there. He shut the bag hastily -- not wanting to think about the condoms and what they implied, but having his mind take him there remorselessly anyway. Condoms. Carter had come here expecting sex. That was the only reason to bring condoms along. He could have guessed it anyway from those pants...but who knew where Carter wore those things? Dave bit his lip, and dropped the bag. Just don't think about it. He couldn't help thinking about it. He was rock hard, he was thinking of Carter and...and Carter had come here before expecting sex. Dave didn't like that idea, or maybe he did, his cock was twitching, liking the idea. He wanted...Dave didn't know what he wanted, it was too hard, far too hard. He abruptly turned and walked out of the bathroom heading toward the kitchen. Dave took a slug of the whiskey, and felt the way it burned a path down to his stomach with relief. The whiskey would make things simple again -- as simple as they'd been when Carter was here. It had to. He touched his cock, even through the clothes it was eager for stimulation. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Why couldn't thinking about Chuny or Randi do this to him? Why, when he screwed his eyes shut, and touched his cock, was it Carter's face that he saw?
His garment bag slung over his shoulder, John walked away from his Jeep and to Dave's building. He had ended up having to park about a block away, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing considering that Jimbo lived not too far away. No need to advertise his presence at Dave's, he thought. As he walked, John couldn't keep his mind off of Chase. What was going on with him that the Kenner Institute had resorted to calling him for help? Chase was still on his mind as he stopped outside Dave's door. He took a deep breath, reminding himself that Chase wasn't Dave's problem and there was no need to burden him with the details. Dave didn't like to hear about his problems, John thought, and for good reason. He had enough of them to strangle a horse. Putting on his most serene face, John knocked on the door, suddenly anxious to be inside and alone with Dave in their own little world once more.
Dave jumped at the sound of the knock, then trotted toward the door. It could be anyone...collectors for some charity, an axe-murderer, Carter....why Carter? Dave took a deep breath then opened the door, and saw Carter standing there. He looked wonderful. Wonderful. Dave didn't want to have to think anymore. Thinking only gave him problems. He smiled, then let the smile widen to a grin. "Uh, come in."
John couldn't help but smile when Dave opened the door with a smile of his own. "Thanks. Sorry it took so long to get back here after dropping off Jimbo." He walked into the apartment, shutting the door behind him.
"Uh. Not a problem." Dave shrugged, obviously Carter had intended to come back here tonight right from the start. What did that mean? He didn't know. There seemed to be a lot that he didn't know. He followed Carter though to his living room area. The guy looked so damn sexy standing there. "um want a drink?"
"Sure. Do you have any juice or is there any soda left over?"
John wasn't sure where to put the garment bag and for the life of him he couldn't remember if Dave had a hook on the back of his bathroom door. After the way Dave had been so...aggressive and agile earlier in the hockey game, John couldn't really think of anything except how much he wanted to be taken by Dave -- just like the way Dave had taken him back on New Year's Eve, but John wasn't sure how to bring up *that* particular subject. He wasn't sure Dave would be too receptive to "Dave, claim me now like you did then." -- nope, he was pretty sure that those words would make Dave run. So he chose a nice and neutral topic. John held up the garment bag. "Where can I hang this?"
Dave walked into the kitchen in a daze, and poured some random liquid into a glass for Carter. "Yeah, there's a..." he walked out with the glass and handed it to Carter. The guy was standing there, looking innocent and smooth and sexy as hell. Dave wanted to bury his cock in the guy. He was the puck and Carter was the goal. So smooth and sexy. Dave handed Carter the glass, then looked in bemusement at the bag. Carter wanted the bag hung up. The bag. A bag full of Carter's immaculate suit. That hung off his body, outlining it. Dave felt his cock straining against his jeans. Damnit. He needed it. Dave's mind seemed to be operating very slowly. There was a closet in his bedroom. He grabbed the bag. "Here."
"Thanks," John took a large gulp of the cool liquid, needing it quite a bit. He followed Dave into the bedroom. "You were great out there tonight."
"Thanks. Yeah, I was." Dave took a shaky breath, then hooked the bag onto the rod, and turned to face Carter. The guy was so damn sexy, and...he'd been drinking, it was okay -- allowed. Dave walked toward Carter, and began pulling the shirt from the khaki pants, before running his hands around Carter's smooth flesh. It was silky smooth, and Dave was hard, hard as diamond. He dodged round behind Carter, and pressed himself against and into that sexy butt, all the time keeping his hands moving over Carter's chest and thorax. "You're staying a while?"
"All night if you want me," John replied, pushing his ass toward Dave. He could feel that hardness through all the material -- the jeans, his cotton pants. He wanted it in him. God, but he *needed* it in him. "Every time you pushed some guy out of the way, I kept thinking of how hard your body is. All those muscles and just what they do to me. You were...damn hot." John tried to reach behind his body to touch Dave -- any part of Dave that he could touch would do.
Dave lowered his hands and began to undo Carter's belt. It was just a belt, he'd be able to manage it, and then...Dave was distracted for a moment by Carter's hands on his hips - even through the jeans they felt hot, then he resumed his task. Belt undone, button and fly undone, and pants down. It had to happen, it had to. Dave grunted, "It's harder now." It was, he was hard, so hard, and he needed to be buried in Carter.
John felt his insides melt as Dave's hands roved over his body and then set to work to undo his clothing. Standing there, with his pants puddled around his ankles, John thought there was way too much material still standing between him and the cock he so needed to feel impaled inside of him. Claiming him over and over again. "Dave?" John's voice sounded shaky and needy, even to his own ears. "Fuck me hard. Please fuck me. I need you so damn much." John pressed his butt back again against Dave's hard cock. "Please?"
Dave pushed Carter forward a little. "Onto the bed." He needed to be in him. Up him. Inside him. Owning him. Dave loooked around for the lube, it had to be somewhere.
John kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, then shed his socks and boxers. He thought about taking off his shirt, too, but Dave hadn't told him to remove that. John climbed up onto the bed, his left side still a little sore, but in his current condition he barely noticed the ache. The only aches that he noticed were the ones that consumed him -- the ache of his hard cock wanting release and the empty ache of his ass wanting to be filled with Dave. On all fours, John waited to see what Dave wanted next, perfectly content to let Dave do whatever he wanted with him tonight.
Dave spotted the lube on the bedroom floor, and reached for it, uncapping it and squeezing some out as he climbed onto the bed. "Down." He pushed on Carter's back, wanting to be able to get over and around Carter easily. He needed to. And to get inside him quickly too. Dave went straight for the asshole, needing to get it ready for his cock as fast as possible. His cock was squashed inside his own jeans and demanding release -- but first he had to get Carter ready to take him. He moved one finger around the opening, then slid into it.
John's entire body was alive as he stretched out on the top of the bed, his legs spread for Dave. Every inch of the quilt was felt, every stitch made in that material was pressing into his body. And then John felt Dave's finger against his skin, slick with lube it teased him. John felt his sphincter muscles contract as Dave zeroed in on the core of his being. "Dave...now. I can't wait. Fuck me now." John begged, his hands gathering fistfuls of quilt as he pushed his pelvis up and off the bed, trying to impale himself on that one finger.
Carter was ready, he had to be ready. His cock was calling for Carter, needing to be where his finger was retreating from. Dave withdrew his hand, and tried to release his jeans, but the finger was slick with lube. It kept on slipping off, he couldn't get any grip on the buttons. Dave tried again, in mounting frustration -- but the buttons were even slicker this time around. He looked around, then wiped his hand on Carter's shirt, and tried to get some of the worst of the lube off the buttons themselves with the shirttail. It worked. With an exhalation of relief Dave released his cock, and pushed his jeans down to knee level before mounting Carter. He pushed his cock-head against Carter's hole. "Ready?"
John could feel the heat emanating from Dave's cock head and he nodded frantically at Dave's question. "God, yes. Been ready for you all night. I need you now, Dave. Do it."
Dave pushed himself forward and up and in. Carter was tight and warm and damp and good. At the apex of his first movement Dave stopped and balancing first on one elbow then the other pulled his jacket off, then his T-shirt. Then his chest was against the blue cotton of Carter's shirt, Dave nuzzled the shirt for a second, then bit Carter through it. "You're mine."
John had to bite his bottom lip to keep from shouting from joy when he felt Dave enter his body. He needed Dave all the way in, so far inside of him that he could never get out again. All of his senses were focused on his ass and what was starting to fill it -- and then he could feel the heat of Dave's body through his shirt, the erect nipples, the hard muscles -- and then Dave's mouth and teeth and Dave's declaration. "God, yes," John cried out. "I will always belong to you. Fuck, yes." John jerked his hips backward, trying to get more of Dave into his body. "All yours."
Dave retreated nearly all the way out of Carter, then thrust forward again. His stick was so huge, and the goal so small, but it fitted, it went in, all the way in. Dave bit the other side. "You're mine. Your ass is mine. Your goal is mine. No one scores in you but me." He bit through the shirt again, harder. "Mine."
"Yours," John eagerly agreed. "Only yours. Fuck me hard, Dave, just like the way you were hitting those guys out on the ice. Hard and harder."
Dave thrust again. "You're my goal. I'm hitting into you." And again, "I score in you." And again. "Only I score in you." And again. "Only me." He was going harder now, barely pausing for breath between thrusts.
"Yes," John kept repeating with every thrust that shook his body from his ass to the top of his head. His cock was being pushed back and forth over the quilt, and the combination of the feelings was almost too much to bear. Almost. John was determined to meet Dave thrust for thrust, even if that did mean taking his cock away from the friction of the covers.
"You. Defend. 'Gainst. Everyone. Else. My. Goal. Mine. Let. Me. In. Mine." Dave rocked back and forth, slamming himself into Carter. Claiming him. Owning him. "Mine."
"Fuck, yes," John practically shouted. He arched his back slightly so he could move his hand under his belly. Grabbing his own member, he began to stroke it hard, just as hard as Dave was ramming into him. The ferocity of Dave's movements made it difficult for John to speak, but he didn't care. He didn't need to say much. All he needed was to be claimed.
It was coming. Dave knew it was coming. The crowd was roaring. There was a redness in front of his eyes. A redness covering the entire arena. One last pass. Out and In and SCORE. And the pucks kept spurting out. But he'd scored, won, the game was over. Won and over.
John could feel Dave's tense behind him and he knew Dave was coming. He increased his strokes, making them harder and faster, but when Dave's body slumped against his back, John still hadn't come. And he needed to come so badly. "Stay...inside...don't move," John managed to say. Dave's body was compact and heavy and it took a lot of effort for John to keep enough room between his body and the covers so his hand had room to move. He knew his body well and knew it wouldn't take much more stimulation before he came, but he wanted Dave in him when that happened. Needed to keep Dave there forever.