Author/pseudonym: Clotho & Cathy
Email address: clothomoerae@hotmail.com and huntersglenn@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Status: 2/8
Pairing: John Carter/Dave Malucci
Date: May 19, 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.
"Rub my back?" John laughed mirthlessly. "God, Dave, it wasn't my back you hurt. You didn't use any lubricant. It felt like you were tearing me open."
Dave cringed backwards at the anger in Carter's words. He'd fucked up. He'd fucked up big time.
John opened his eyes, expecting to see Dave on the other side of the bed. Instead he saw Dave's head peering over the edge of the far side of the mattress. "Why are you on the floor?"
That sounded less angry. Dave cracked a tentative grin. "I fell off?"
John shook his head. "Get your ass back up here." He looked down at his now limp penis, then back up at Dave. "I think you need to do something about *this* before you try that again. And *with* the lube this time."
Dave jumped back up grinning, - he wasn't being thrown out - the pain in his own muscles was minor compared to that fear. "Uh sorry . . . but you didn't need any last night and . . ."
"You used lube last night, I remember you using it." John said, confused by what Dave had said.
Dave pulled the comforter up to the bed with him, and got in crawling up behind Carter, and stroking his back. "Not at the bar. You just...." Carter'd been *so* ready then - slick and eager. He shrugged, "were ready."
"The bar?" John then remembered how easily Dave had entered him on the dance floor. Right after arriving at the bar and meeting Adam, John had been informed that Adam expected to be able to fuck him soon. So John had gone to the men's room with Adam and let Adam apply a generous amount of lube to him, so he would be ready when Adam was ready. "Dave...I had lubricant in me then. Adam had put it there earlier. He had been going to fuck me until you showed up."
Oh, Dave hadn't known that. How was he supposed to know that? It wasn't like he was a mind reader or something.
"I know I asked this last night, but just how many guys have you been with? All total? And what have you done with them?" John tried to not sound as if he were interrogating Dave, but he definitely wanted to know what to expect from the other man.
Dave didn't want to answer these questions about what he'd done before. "A few." He moved his upper hand over Carter's chest, trying to find a nipple and distract Carter.
"A few? Just how many *is* a few, Dave?" John asked. Then he drew in a sharp breath as Dave's hand came in contact with one of his nipples. As good as it felt John didn't want to be distracted. He wanted to know if Dave really knew what he was doing. Before either one of them really did get hurt.
Dave played further with the nipple, trying to get some response from Carter. Then gave up. "A couple. Okay." He felt himself going red, having to admit his inexperience to Carter. "Happy now?"
John sighed, then turned over and reached out to run his fingers through the hair on Dave's chest. "Look, I'm not asking to embarrass you. I'm asking because what just happened...well, it could have ended badly, Dave. Having sex with no lubricant *can* result in tearing and internal damage. Remember anatomy class? There are no nerve endings in the anus or rectum -- a person can be torn there and heavily bleeding and not know it. That's also one of the reasons why you should never have unprotected sex...like you did last night at the bar. You thought you were fucking a stranger, yet you didn't use a condom. Why?"
Dave ducked his head to avoid looking at Carter. "Anatomy class's the same in Grenada as is here, Carter. 'course I know that." Dave could feel himself tensing up, getting more and more upset. He tried to relax, think about the fingers in his chest hair, instead of the lecture he was getting, but it didn't work.
"I didn't mean to imply that it wasn't, Dave. It's just...that...well, I'm worried about you. You have yet to ask me if I'm clean." John could see that Dave was getting upset, but he wasn't willing to let go of this subject. He didn't have to work today and he knew Dave was also off. They had plenty of time to talk and then mess around.
"You were a bottom. You weren't supposed to be able to give me anything. Jesus, you were bottoming for that druggie weren't you?" Dave began to shake, a whole raft of new possibilities tearing through his head. "I should have been safe."
"Hey, relax. You were safe -- this time. We were tested at work, remember? You were showing everyone your negative results. I also tested negative, but I didn't tell anyone. I figured it was my business and no one else's. As for me being with Adam, he *did* have condoms in his pocket and had planned to use them. But you can easily get AIDS from someone that you're screwing, Dave. But you still thought that you were with a stranger, and it bothers me that you didn't even ask me if I was clean."
Dave didn't want to get this lecture. He especially didn't want to get this lecture from someone he'd spent last night having sex with. It was like being back in a sex-ed class in high school - being told to wait until they were married, and the smell of chalk, and being lectured by someone who looked like he'd never once even tried to get lucky. He rolled over, putting his back to Carter. "Whatever."
John sighed. He hated it when Dave acted stubborn. He had thought it was bad enough when Dave behaved that way at work, but John felt it was even worse when Dave was behaving that way in his bed. So the talk would have to wait for later after all. Somehow or other, John would get another opportunity to introduce the subject. He snuggled tight against Dave's back, reaching around with his right hand to softly caress Dave's belly. "You're right. It doesn't matter now. I do believe that you were trying to get me hot again," John's hand quickly skimmed down to touch Dave's soft cock. "And it looks as if I need to do something to get you ready enough to take me. Any requests?"
Dave pushed his back into Carter's belly, and felt the warmth like they had had earlier. There was an arm moving over him touching him, and whatever Carter touched relaxed - except for his penis which did anything but relax. "You done telling me off?"
"Yeah, I'm done. I'm more interested in getting you off. But for that, I need you to be hard again. I really like your cock, Dave. I'd been wanting to see it for a long time. So, any ideas on what I can do to get you rock hard once more?" John wanted Dave to tell him what he had liked, wanted Dave to confide in him, and even more importantly, he wanted Dave to trust him.
That was what Dave wanted to hear. He wiggled back against Carter. "You've been wanting to see it for a long time? How long?" As long as he'd been hot for Carter? Dave rolled over to get a kiss, while he waited for his answer.
John savored the kiss Dave gave him, even though it didn't last near long enough to suit him. "How long have I been wanting to see your cock? Oh, probably since the day you grabbed my arm and dragged me into the ambulance bay so we could steal a rig to go save someone. Did you ever notice me, Dave?" John softly asked, hoping that the answer was yes.
Dave grinned and moved his upper hand up and over Carter's ass, then searched for the hole with one finger. "Yeah. You've got this real cute ass, and this last week it just got so bad...." Dave shook his head.
So, Dave had noticed him. Had wanted him, even. John grinned at hearing that. It felt good to have Dave touching him, but he found himself clenching his muscles as Dave's finger neared his anus. He was about to remind Dave about using the lubricant when Dave lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth. John's back arched of its own accord, wanting to give Dave more access to his chest. "Yeah. That feels so good."
Dave paid full attention to Carter's chest. It was good to feel Carter's body move in response to his. He left off searching for Carter's anus and used his hand to push Carter over, down onto the mattress, then reached down and felt for Carter's balls, playing with them in their sac.
John moaned loudly. The combination of having his balls fondled together with the nipple stimulation was more than enough to get him aroused once more. John felt his cock harden and lengthen and he wished he could reach Dave's cock to see if it was equally as hard by now.
"That's nice," John said. "But don't you want me to mess with you? You liked it earlier when I was rimming you." John asked, but he hoped Dave would say no. It wasn't that John didn't enjoy pleasing Dave, it was just that right now, he wanted Dave to keep pleasuring him.
Nice? It was supposed to be more than nice! Dave didn't know if he was ever going to get this stuff right. He stopped; he hadn't managed at all well so far this morning. And now Carter, just as he was getting started, was offering to change over. Maybe Carter wanted to show him stuff that he'd prefer. "Sure. How d'ya want me?"
John frowned. He had been hoping that Dave would be stubborn and insist on finishing what he had started. Damn. John reached down between them and he smiled when his hand encountered a hard cock that didn't belong to him. "I want you in me, Dave. That's how I want you." John sat up, searching for a second for lube before opening it and putting a liberal amount into his palm. After he closed the lid, he tossed the lube aside and rubbed the gel between his hands, trying to warm it a bit. "This might still be cold," he warned as he began to slowly rub the gel onto Dave's impressive erection. When he was quite sure that Dave was well lubricated, John lowered himself to the mattress and spread his legs wide, getting rid of the excess lubricant by rubbing his hands over his own cock and around his anus. "I'm more than ready for you now."
Well, that at least was something he knew how to do. Dave bridled a bit as Carter rubbed the lube in for him - did he really think he'd forget again that soon? "Sure. Hold your thighs." Dave knelt between Carter's legs, replicating his earlier position. If he repeated what Carter had done to him last night it would have to feel good - wouldn't it?
John lifted his legs up and grabbed hold of his own thighs. He smiled up at Dave, but his eyes were on Dave's cock. It was truly a beauty, John thought, and he let go of one leg long enough to reach between his legs to stroke Dave a few times. "I really do like this, you know," John said as he firmly gripped Dave's erection. He held it for a few moments, squeezing it, then letting up only to repeat the process. John suddenly let go of it and returned his hand to his leg. "Now, I believe I remember that you were going to fuck me hard before, weren't you?"
The hand on Dave's cock had been nearly as good as Carter's ass last night. Dave knew he had to do this right - it was somehow easier when it was someone he didn't know, when he didn't really care how much the other guy enjoyed it. But he wanted Carter to enjoy this; he wanted it to be the best fuck Carter had ever had. He moved Carter up, let one finger circle the tight asshole. It looked so good. Tight. "Ready?"
John looked up into Dave's darkening eyes. "Yeah, I'm ready. I've been ready for this for a long time, Dave."
Dave pushed himself inside Carter. Slowly, slowly. It was so warm and tight and slick, and he wanted to be inside, engulfed. But, God, he had to go slowly. Couldn't hurt Carter again. Just couldn't. "You 'kay?" Please God let him be okay. He wanted to start thrusting, wanted it so bad.
John bit his lower lip as he felt Dave slowly slip inside of his body. There was a little leftover tenderness from before, but nothing he hadn't anticipated. It felt so good. So very different from the way Dave had fucked him last night, both here in bed and at the bar. Both of those times had been fast and rough, and while John had enjoyed them, he was enjoying this slow taking even more. "Yeah, I'm okay," John said, his voice a little unsteady as a thousand sensations swept up from where Dave's cock was brushing against his prostate. "This feels great, Dave. Whenever you're ready for more, so am I." John vaguely recalled that Dave had seemed to enjoy it last night when he was talking dirty to him, so he decided to try that again. "I want to feel all of you inside me, Dave. Give it to me. Yeah, just like that. Yeah..." John's voice trailed off only to be replaced by a low moan. "God, you are so hot and your cock feels so good. So very good. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Dave pushed himself, in and out. So good and warm and tight. He stopped himself going too fast. It needed to be slow, needed it to be perfect, needed to not hurt Carter. Then he heard Carter saying over and over how much he wanted him, how good it was. He moved faster, then faster again. He wanted to make Carter scream for him, beg him. He reached forward, and with one hand, grabbed Carter's penis, pumping it in time. Now he just needed Carter to come before he did himself.
From that moment John knew he was lost. He tried so desperately to thrust into that hand, but doing that meant that he couldn't thrust up to meet each stroke of Dave's cock. "Faster," John moaned. "Faster. Harder. Please Dave? Fuck me harder and faster. Come for me, Dave. Oh, yeah, fill me up with your cock." Dave's strokes did increase, the thrusting fast, the stroking long. But it wasn't enough. John could never get enough of Dave Malucci, and that thought shook him up . . . more than any other revelation from that morning. John nearly stopped moving then, but he recovered enough of his senses to keep moving, even though he was too shocked to speak. Finally though, he looked up into Dave's face, seeing the intense concentration there, hearing Dave's rough breathing over the sounds of Dave's balls slapping against his own ass. Dave's hand around his cock was tight and insistent, and John could feel his orgasm quickly approaching. "I'm coming, Dave. God, don't stop. Please don't stop. Give it all to me," John begged.
A redness was quickly growing in John's mind and as he closed his eyes he heard himself scream as his orgasm overcame him, his hot semen shooting out. He could feel it spatter upon his chest and belly. His body stilled then, as he had no extra energy at that point with which to move. He slowly opened his eyes to see Dave grinning at him; his body also still, although John didn't think that Dave had come yet. With a slow smile, John partially sat up and he grabbed Dave's hand from where it still gripped his now limp organ and brought it to his mouth. His eyes locked with Dave's, John flicked his tongue out, slowly cleaning his own semen from Dave's hand.
When Dave felt the warm dampness on his hand, he began thrusting again. He needed to be in Carter, needed it so badly. He pushed as many fingers as he could into Carter's mouth, replicating the thrusts in both orifices. Slick and warm and tight, and he came. Thank God, he came. Dave felt himself spilling out into Carter, then sagged downwards, against his lover's chest.
As Dave came, John found himself wishing that he could actually feel it. It was a curse of anatomy, that, as he had reminded Dave earlier, a person had no nerve endings there. No way to feel Dave's cock pulsate as it expelled Dave's come into him. No way to feel that hot liquid inside. But he could use his imagination, and there, inside his mind, he could feel all of that. When Dave rested upon his chest, John let go of his other leg, wrapping them both around the back of Dave's thighs, holding him in place while he tightened his sphincter muscles in an effort to keep Dave's shrinking cock inside of his body. John ran his fingers through Dave's hair, then lifted his head and placed a kiss on the top of Dave's head. "Thank you," he whispered. Then John grinned. "That was fantastic, Dave. I don't think I've ever been fucked quite like that."
Dave lay quiet, as he felt Carter wrap around him. He'd done that last night - not wanted to let an atom of Carter out of his grasp. And Carter's semen was between them, acting like glue. He wanted to kiss Carter, feel the other man's lips against his own, but his head was down at chest level. It just wasn't fair. He could feel Carter's chest rumble as he spoke.
Dave lay until his breathing quieted then answered Carter's comment. "Good never like that, or bad never like that?"
John chuckled. "I guess you didn't hear the 'fantastic' part, huh?" John asked as he began to run one hand through Dave's hair and the other across Dave's shoulder blades. "I wish we could stay like this all day," John said, sighing.
"Why can't we?" Dave would be very happy to stay right here. He paused for a moment, then went on - trying to keep a wobble out of his voice. "I could be good at other stuff too, if you told me what I was doing wrong." When Carter didn't respond he continued. "Just because I don't know how to do it doesn't mean I can't ever. If you just tell me how."
"I didn't think you wanted me telling you what to do. You got quite upset about that earlier," John gently said.
Dave felt a surge of disappointment move through him at Carter's answer. Maybe it was a good thing he couldn't kiss Carter from here, he didn't want to have to look into Carter's eyes. It was stupid to even mention it. "Whatever." He moved his tongue out to lick a convenient nipple. He'd just have to figure out what he could.
John's feeling of tenderness toward Dave quickly vanished when he heard Dave dismiss the idea with a casual 'whatever', just as he had before. As much as he wanted to stay there all day with Dave, he also didn't want to get into an argument with him, and John knew that he was just a few words from doing so. "Move," he pushed at Dave's shoulders. "You're too heavy to stay there like that and we should shower anyway. Unless you'd rather take a bath. Or am I supposed to *tell* you which you would prefer, hmm?"
Dave rolled off Carter, and pulled the comforter up and around himself. As soon as he asked how to please Carter, he just got pushed away. He wasn't going to make that mistake again. "Shower. I'll have a shower." What he actually wanted was to lie here in bed and play with Carter's body, but apparently that wasn't an option. And Carter was the one who knew how morning-afters were supposed to go. He'd just follow his lead.
John got off the bed and walked into the bathroom, not even bothering to look at Dave. The Dave Malucci he knew -- the guy from last night - would have argued with him. Told him off. Something. John didn't know what to make of the Dave Malucci who wrapped himself up in a blanket and hid. That was more his own style, John thought. He angrily turned on the water, wondering just what he would need to do to get it through to Dave that he enjoyed talking after sex. Enjoyed simply lying there messing with each other. Last night he had managed to get Dave to do what he wanted by issuing a challenge to him. Maybe he would need to do that again. Cutting off the water, John walked back into the bedroom, standing right by the bed.
"You know, I don't know what the Hell you expect from me. I tried to ask you about your experience and you blew me off. And now you expect me to take you by the hand and tell and show you what to do so you don't get it wrong. If I don't know how much experience you have, then how can I do that? Or is all of this just some convenient excuse to get away from me? Is that it? You're too much of a coward to just tell me that you want to leave, so you're deliberately picking a fight with me?"
Dave couldn't quite believe it as Carter yelled. Somehow had this gone very wrong? He could have sworn a few minutes ago it was looking like a fun morning in bed for the both of them. And then he stalked out, returning only to yell! He must have read this very wrong. "Sure Carter. Sure it's me picking this fight." Dave got off the bed, and stood up. "You pushed me away, you walked out. But it's me picking this fight. I get it. Well if you want me to leave, I'll leave. And I didn't blow you off. I told you."
Dave turned, and walked out the bedroom door. He didn't give another word, he didn't even look. He just left.
*****
John's mouth dropped open as he listened to Dave. He was about to reply when Dave walked out. Just like that. Walked away from him. When John walked out to the hallway, he didn't see Dave at all.
"Dave?" John called. No response. Dejected, John sat down on the top step. Maybe Adam had been right after all. Dave got his fuck, and despite what he said last night, he didn't want to be touching or looking at him.
*****
Dave headed left along the corridor, and walked down the stairs. This was where Carter had talked to him last night. He'd been led to the pool from here, all his clothes were by the pool. Dave walked down one hallway and then another. He opened a likely looking door and found a formal sitting room. Not a pool. Try again. Another formal room - it looked like a study. This seemed to be the wrong part of the house, try the far end of the corridor. A roomful of flowers: daffodils and tulips and others he couldn't name. He wandered into the room, stunned by the colours and smells - Spring in the middle of Winter. And warm, so warm. He was wandering through the house naked, without so much as a goose-bump.
There was a seat at the back, next to a small fountain. Dave walked to it and sat down. He was suddenly aware of a multitude of aches in his body. The pain in his guts where Adam had punched him. The sting on his forehead. The places Carter had nibbled and bitten - both last night and this morning. And his ass, his ass, where Carter had been. It hurt and was stretched and felt empty. He realised that he'd been hoping to have Carter in him again. But that hadn't happened, and it wouldn't now.
