Author/pseudonym: Clotho & Cathy
Email address: clothomoerae@hotmail.com and huntersglenn@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Status: 1/8
Pairing: John Carter/Dave Malucci
Date: May 18, 2001
Archive: Not without permission. The story and its prequel, "Bottoms Up", can be found at Clotho's fanfic site http://home.talkcity.com/antennaav/fatespinner/ and at the Carterfics site http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Boutique/7087/
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. We owe a huge "Thank you" to Alice and Melissa, our wonderful editors. We couldn't have done it without the two of you!
Summary: It's New Year's Day - the morning after the night before. Contains spoiler for Season 7.
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Even though it was his day off, John still awoke early. The sun wasn't even out, yet John was reluctant to turn over just to look at the clock. For one thing, to disengage himself from Dave would be a major undertaking at this point. John's arm was around Dave, trapped by Dave's left arm. John's left leg was somehow pinned between both of Dave's legs. Aside from all that, it was just too comfortable, being spooned behind Dave, to even think about moving.
Instead, John decided just to think.
He had greatly enjoyed the sex he and Dave had shared. All of it, and not just the last bit, when he finally was able to fuck Dave. That had been great, but it had merely topped off the evening. Every bit of it, from the first moment that John had realized that Dave Malucci was coming on to him in the bar, until the time they had curled up in bed together to sleep, had been more than John had ever hoped for.
*****
Dave was warm. Wonderfully warm. There was something warm against him from the back of his neck to an ankle. And other warm things draped across his chest and between his legs.
And soft. He was lying on a mattress without lumps or bumps, and there was something soft over him too.
Soft and warm. He didn't want to wake up.
*****
The only thing that was nagging John and putting a damper on his pleasure from the night before was the fact that Dave had not known who he was coming on to in the bar. He thought he was having sex with a stranger. And that bothered John. He hadn't worried about a condom once he had known who was behind him, but Dave hadn't hesitated to have unsafe sex with a stranger. Was Dave always so careless? And did Dave always go out seeking strangers? John thought of his transmissible disease tests, safely tucked away in the top drawer of his dresser. While he was happy that he had tested negative across the board, he would have never behaved the way Dave had at work -- waving the results around in the air and showing it off to everyone. But then, if Dave was careless on a regular basis, then maybe he had good reason to be that happy about negative test results.
Although, John thought, and his cock seemed to agree, once Dave had realized who he was, his ardor certainly hadn't decreased. If anything, Dave had been more aggressive once he knew who he was fucking. That had been a big turn on for John, as had Dave's aggressiveness once they reached the estate.
It was different from the way Adam behaved. Adam wasn't as much aggressive as he was demanding and controlling. Just remembering how good both times with Dave had felt was getting John hot all over again. He had never been the kind of guy who was exclusively, or even mostly, a top or bottom -- he liked it all far too much to try to chose one over the other. And while he had enjoyed ordering Dave around, he could do that just as well while being fucked as he could while being the one doing the fucking. As a matter of fact, telling another guy what to do to please him had always been a big turn on for John. As his thoughts kept on that topic, John found himself wishing that Dave would awaken so they could enjoy some early morning activities. The very idea was making John's cock come to full attention. What a shame that Dave was asleep and not able to appreciate it, John
thought.
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Dave snuggled backwards into the warmth. There was a soft duvet over the top as well.
As he moved, aches from last night asserted themselves. And he stopped. Too much effort. Just stay here; soft and warm.
If he moved he'd wake up so he'd just lie here, still.
Something was changing, pressing up against him, getting hard. Dave realised suddenly what it was.
A penis.
Moreover Carter's penis.
Suddenly the events of the previous night came flooding back to Dave. The bar. Looking for a bottom. Finding Carter. Oh yeah, finding Carter - big time finding Carter. Going back to the Carter mansion. And the sex. All the sex. Being top. Being sucked. And yeah, being bottom.
Strange being bottom. And stranger still that he'd enjoyed it. And now he was *somewhere*. And now he had another man's body draped all over his, with a leg between his legs and everything.
Still. Dave cautiously opened his eyes and looked about the room. There was a pre-dawn gloom to it. He didn't really recognise it - but then he hadn't been paying much attention to anything but Carter last night.
Carter must still be asleep. He'd never stayed a night with a man before - what was the morning routine? How did you do things?
Still, it was warm and, except for the penis, soft. So he'd just lie here for a bit longer.
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There was no more movement from Dave, so John figured that Dave was still asleep. What a shame. Then John smiled as he thought about things that could be done to make Dave wake *up * -- literally. Subtle things. Things John discovered last night that aroused Dave.
John moved his left hand very slowly, letting it lightly brush over the hair on Dave's chest until it came in contact with a nipple. Then John let his palm skim back and forth over the nipple until it was a hard nub. Holding his breath, he waited to see if that was enough to awaken Dave.
*****
Dave felt the arm that was over him slowly move, repositioning itself. Scrape his nipple. God, he suddenly remembered just how Carter had done that to him last night.
How his body had liquefied at Carter's touch. Only women were supposed to enjoy being touched like that.
But it was happening again, the hand moving back and forth stimulating him. Dave could feel blood surge to his penis, and he let out a slow groan. He just didn't get how Carter did that.
*****
John grinned. So, Dave was awake. Or at least getting that way. The hand now began to travel from that wonderful hard nub to the taut muscles of Dave's belly. A little bit of time was spent tickling Dave's belly button, and then John wrapped his hand around Dave's hard cock. While all of this was happening, John's mouth was also busy -- licking small circles on the back of Dave's neck, then softly sucking the skin there, stopping before leaving any marks.
Dave moved backwards again, ignoring the twinges of discomfort. He didn't know whether to roll onto his front or his back, he didn't want this touching to stop, and couldn't just stay still. Doing either would reduce the amount of skin to skin contact they had, and take Carter's ever-hardening cock from his back "God."
Dave finally rolled onto his back, as he moved he felt a fistful of pain move through his gut. He shut his eyes at the pain, and didn't open them again, suddenly a little scared to look at Carter.
"Morning," John whispered as he leaned in to kiss Dave.
Dave felt Carter's lips on his own and relaxed a little, opening his mouth to let Carter's tongue in, moving his own tongue in concert. Their tongues clashed, and Dave felt Carter's move further; over his teeth, over his palate. Damp and warm and probing. He moved his teeth a little closer together putting a little pressure on the tongue, and teasing its tip with his own.
John felt a shiver run down his spine as Dave's tongue began to play with his. Ever so slowly, John withdrew his tongue, letting Dave's follow until they were both in John's mouth. But John didn't tease Dave's tongue -- instead he began to suck on it, a reminder of things already done and a hint of things yet to come.
John felt Dave's arms wrap around him, moving him. Then he felt Dave's body stiffen and saw a grimace on his face. The man was obviously in pain and John remembered the punches that Dave had received from Adam. "Ah, poor baby. You're probably pretty sore this morning aren't you? First Adam hits you, then I...uh, introduce you to something new. Well, I've always heard that a kiss can make anything feel better." John carefully leaned over further, making sure he didn't put any weight on Dave's stomach as he tenderly kissed the bandage on Dave's forehead. Then he scooted down to plant several kisses over Dave's belly. When he gently pushed Dave's legs apart, he heard a small gasp from Dave, but no request for him to stop.
John knelt between Dave's legs, then slowly lifted those well-defined thighs until he could reach his objective. A series of kisses began at Dave's balls and dipped down.
Dave wasn't too sure that he liked being called *baby*, but any thoughts of that were swept aside as Carter pleasured him. His breathing became ragged. He put his arms on Carter's shoulders, tried to hold him in place, down where his tongue was doing wondrous things. But the man slithered out from under them, and came to rest beside him.
"Did that help any?" John asked, his smile far from innocent.
Dave did his best to control his breathing, and then replied. "A bit, but you stopped. Go back."
John laughed, even as his mind made note of the fact that Dave's face was flushed with desire. "In due time, Dave. In due time. Right now I have something else in mind. Although I'm not sure that you can physically handle it." John saw Dave begin to tense, and he added, "And it has nothing to do with your ass and everything to do with my own."
Dave grinned. He was ready for this. He hadn't touched his cock this morning - and he didn't now, as he remembered the way that Carter had punished him whenever he did so. "Roll over then."
John shook his head. "Nope. I want to watch your face when you come, Dave." John lay back, spreading his legs wide. "The lube is on the table."
Dave ran his hands down the sides of the man in front of him, then played with the springy cock, feeling it return to its previous position when he moved it a little sideways or down. It was definitely hard and ready. The only problem was that Dave had only done it face to face with a man once before - and that was last night with Carter.
Still, once was enough. Dave recalled Carter's instructions to him. "'kay hold your legs."
John pulled his legs up and out, holding onto his thighs -- for now. If this lasted long enough then he would need to find another position or else his legs would scream at him the rest of the day. He watched as Dave reached for the lube, already tensing up at the idea of feeling the cold gel against his flushed skin.
John wished that Dave would fondle him some more, or play with his nipples or kiss him -- or something. Something to get him even more ready. Not that he wasn't ready enough, but John still wanted to feel a bit more physical pleasure. Then he remembered his idea of telling Dave what to do while he was fucking him. With a grin, John looked up at Dave. "Lick my nipples, Dave."
Dave frowned a little. Bottoms weren't supposed to give orders. They just lay quiet and got fucked. Dave dropped the lube then leaned over toward Carter's chest, and licked first one nipple then the other.
He looked at Carter's face judging how that had been received then moved away waiting for Carter's response.
John closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of Dave's tongue caress each nipple. It was nice, but he wanted more. "Suck on them. Suck hard."
Dave watched the expression on Carter's face. He'd obviously liked that. And being given orders was definitely kinda cool. Dave felt himself just getting harder and harder. Carter's eyes were shut, so when Dave moved in to suck the furthest nipple he put a hand on his own cock and squeezed it in time with his sucking.
John moaned. "Jesus, Dave, yes!" he gasped. He let go of his left leg and reached down to stroke himself. It was a little more awkward to use his left hand, but John knew that his left leg needed the break more than his right one did. Besides, his intent wasn't to come but rather to feel more pleasure, so his left hand would do well enough for that.
Dave released his own dick to slap at Carter's hand. "No. Mine." He'd meant that Carter's dick was his, but the word gave Dave an idea, and he pulled Carter's hand toward Dave's own throbbing cock. "Mine," he repeated then returned his attention to Carter's nipple, sucking and assaulting it.
John's grasp on Dave's cock was urgent and needy. He wanted to pump it, wanted to make Dave come right then -- but he also wanted to feel Dave inside of him once more. His desires warred with each other, and his hand did manage a good tug or three before his desire to become one with Dave overrode that and he contented himself with just holding onto Dave. His leg was now wrapped around Dave's back, holding him in place.
Heat radiated out from his nipple, rippling downward to his already full cock. John needed more. "Fuck me now, Dave. Ride me hard," he commanded.
Dave grinned. That was a command he'd enjoy obeying. Dave scooted toward the bottom of the bed, pushing the comforter out of the way. He tried to remember the arrangement of limbs Carter had organised last night, and pushed Carter's ankle back out of the way.
Then Dave advanced, the thought of being inside Carter again over-riding the pain in his own stomach and ass. He knelt between Carter's legs and ran his finger around the asshole awaiting him. He could hear Carter catch his breath at that.
Carter felt the heat from the tip of Dave's cock as it touched him. "Yeah, give it to me, Dave," he managed to say.
Dave put his hands on Carter's hips and thrust himself inside, making it hard, just as Carter had commanded.
John had been so anticipating being entered that when Dave thrust unlubricated the sensations took him a moment to process. By the time the pain registered in John's brain, Dave was almost completely inside of him. "Jesus Christ, Dave! Stop!" John screamed. "Get out. God, get it out now!"
There was no mistaking the pain in that yell; Dave withdrew instinctively from Carter. He rolled over to the far side of the bed putting distance between them. And suddenly found air where bed used to be. He scrabbled for a second, then got hold of a bedpost as he fell.
He was as hot as hell, needing sex. He'd just hurt Carter somehow. And was kneeling on a cold floor. Overall things had been better ten minutes ago.
Even as Dave pulled out, all John was aware of was the burning pain that was concentrated in his anus. He heard a soft thump, but his mind wasn't quite able to register the meaning of that noise. Curling up into a ball with his eyes tightly closed, John gritted his teeth, trying to will away the lingering pain. The fact that it was easing now that Dave was no longer inside of him had to be a good sign that there had been no tearing of fragile tissue.
John touched himself down there, his fingers meeting skin and nothing warm and sticky. No blood there was something to be thankful about.
Dave wasn't sure if he should just leave now or wait to be thrown out in a minute. But he didn't want to go - the idea surprised him. Normally he couldn't get away fast enough from a man he'd been with - hell he'd never stayed a night with one before, he hadn't even been in a bed with one before. But he wanted to stay here this morning, and not have it just end, not never see each other again. Not that that was possible anyway, with them both working in the ER. But he wanted to stay.
And he'd hurt Carter. He'd hurt Carter. Carter, who'd already been badly hurt.
Keeping well away, Dave spoke. "Your back, huh? Can I rub it or something?"
