Author/pseudonym: Clotho & Cathy
Email address: clothomoerae@hotmail.com and huntersglenn@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Status: 4/8
Pairing: John Carter/Dave Malucci
Date: May 21, 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.
Dave rubbed the tear between his forefinger and thumb. He wasn't getting an answer. He tried to formulate some words, but only came out with "Why?"
"Because I didn't think you wanted me after all."
"Huh?" Dave couldn't figure out the logic behind that, but it didn't sound like he was about to get thrown out anyway. "Clean enough?"
John lowered his head. He should have known that Dave wouldn't want to hear him talk about his feelings. Dave didn't want to talk, period. "Yeah. Clean enough. Although I don't see why we couldn't have done this in the shower. I had been looking forward to washing your body in there."
"If yelling about picking a fight is your way of asking to shower then I'm surprised you're not a virgin."
John saw a faint smile on Dave's lips and he took heart at that. "Well, I was trying to get you mad enough to get off that damn bed. It worked, but not the way I wanted it to." John reached out and lightly touched Dave's cheek. "I'm sorry."
Dave turned his head and caught Carter's thumb in his mouth. He sucked on it; there was a faint trace of soap there, but not much. And it felt so good to have some part of Carter inside him. He shut his eyes and concentrated on moving his tongue around feeling the nail and the pad of the thumb, and the joint and . .
No matter how much John ached to have Dave actually talk with him, John couldn't ignore the wonderful sensations that Dave was creating within him. Having Dave suck on his thumb reminded John of how much he wanted to take Dave's cock into his mouth and suck on it to his leisure. John scooted forward, letting his thighs touch Dave's hips and then John reached out and took Dave's cock into his hand. Once there, he knew he could find some way to get it to his mouth.
Dave smiled broadly when Carter touched him. It felt so good after just the water and some tantalizing bumps against Carter's body. He was firmly enclosed in Carter's hand, squeezed between Carter's hips. He thrust upward into the fingers, and tried to move forward to get closer to his lover.
John could feel Dave's movements, so he took a risk. "Please stand up," he requested. If Dave stood, then John might be at the right height to take that luscious organ into his mouth.
The hand on his penis was so good. Dave would do anything for it, even move his hips out of the embrace of Carter's thighs. Using Carter's shoulders for balance Dave stood up - unwilling to forgo the pressure for even a second. The air felt cold on his naked body after the warmth of the bubbling water.
John grinned as he saw that he was mostly right. With Dave standing, all John had to do was bend forward ever so slightly -- just as he was now doing. John moved his hand to the base of Dave's cock and then he slowly began to suck on the tip, taking the swollen member into his mouth ever so slowly.
It was warm and cool, and he was getting sucked inside. Dave put his hands more firmly on the shoulders and moved himself closer; thrusting and retreating slightly.
John ignored Dave's small thrusts and concentrated on taking in more of Dave's cock. As his mouth moved down the shaft, John moved his hand to Dave's balls, cupping them for a few minutes before lifting them up to enjoy the feel of their heft. Nice heavy balls, that was what Dave had. John grinned around Dave's cock as he remembered hearing Benton mutter something one day about "Malucci having balls of steel" -- well, they weren't steel, but they were certainly heavy enough to be mistaken for metal. John wanted those balls in his mouth, too. And he wanted to rim Dave once more since he knew Dave had liked that earlier. But he couldn't do that from this position. He would just have to content himself with Dave's cock for a few more minutes, but he was determined to get Dave seated on the edge of the Jacuzzi before he let Dave get release.
John had no problem deep-throating a cock -- but at his own pace. Dave was moving far too quickly for him. John had to let go of Dave's balls in order to use both of his hands to hold Dave's hips in place. Keep the man still. And then John continued to suck in Dave's cock, relaxing his throat muscles so that he could take in all of him, not stopping until Dave's pubic hair was tickling his nose. And then it was time to slowly go back up, sucking tightly on the shaft as he did so. Once he reached the corona of the head, John let his teeth lightly scrape the sensitive area, hoping to hear Dave moan from that touch. Then his tongue swirled over the head itself, lapping up the pre-ejaculate that was accumulating there. The hot and salty liquid made Carter want more. He would not be satisfied until he had swallowed all that Dave could give him when he finally came.
Dave growled in frustration when Carter stilled his hips. It was good, good, good to go all the way down but he wanted and needed to move. He was growing lightheaded from all the feeling. He tried swiveling sideways, needing something - movement, friction. He lost his balance in the soapy water, and grabbed at Carter for support.
John let go of Dave's hips and instead grabbed the man around the waist, wrapping his arms around him tightly as he lowered his mouth all the way down. If Dave was going back underwater, then he was going to be with him. Apparently though, having the added support of his arms must have helped Dave because he seemed to get his feet under him once more. Well, that told John that it was now time to get Dave seated on the edge. He slowly pulled off, then looked up at Dave, delighted to see the look of pure ecstasy on the other man's face. "Will you sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi for me? I can reach you a lot easier that way."
Dave would have gone to the moon for Carter just then. The only problem with moving was that it meant that Carter's arms would leave his waist. But . . . it had to be done. He climbed up onto the edge, and opened his legs hoping to give Carter the best possible access. "This do?"
John grinned. "Perfect. Just perfect." John stepped between Dave's legs, then knelt on the bottom of the Jacuzzi. He was at the perfect height. He didn't hesitate to take Dave into his mouth once more, slowly working him over again. After a bit of that, he left there and directed his attention to Dave's balls, slowly sucking each one into his mouth until they both rested there. He just let them sit there for a moment or two, savoring how they felt. Then he began to gently suck on them.
Dave moved his hands into Carter's hair and held on tight. This was great. Flashes of coloured light were passing in front of his eyes. He wanted it to last forever and finish at once. He needed it to...oh, God, he just needed it.
John knew he had to back off. It wasn't time yet for Dave to come. John carefully disengaged his mouth from Dave's tender balls, giving one last suck on the loose sac. Then he lifted the ball sac up and began to lick his way from the underside of Dave's balls to his anus. John did that several times, lapping at the skin there, noting the taste of soap from the water. Dave's grip was beginning to ease now, and John thought he could safely do something else. Something that he had not yet done to Dave. Without warning, John dipped his head further, inserting his tongue into that tight opening and feeling Dave's muscles immediately tighten around it. John moved around to get a better angle and then he began to tongue fuck Dave's ass. He could feel the tremors that were running through Dave's body at this new sensation and John was glad that Dave had run off earlier. He wouldn't have been able to easily do this in the shower of his bathroom.
Dave gripped tighter then let go of Carter's hair and lay back to give the best possible access, then tried putting his feet on the edge, and propelling his buttocks over the edge, and arching his back. Whatever Carter was doing it was good, good, good. Anything to add to the sensation. Anything. He reached downwards for his cock, and began to pump it too. This was so good.
John smiled when he realised that Dave's movements were not to get away from him but give him as much access to that sweet spot as he could. John resumed his attack with gusto, stopping only when he noticed Dave's hand giving Dave some much needed relief. John pulled back. "No. That's mine. You come in me or you don't come at all, Dave."
Dave groaned but dropped his hand. Then wiggled again, looking for some friction. "Please . . . Please."
"Easy. We've got plenty of time, Dave. What do you want me to do next? The same thing I was just doing? Or would you rather have me suck you off all the way?" It seemed to John that he was able to get more talking out of Dave during the heat of passion than he could when they weren't doing anything, so he was going for all he could get right now. Finding out what turned Dave on the most.
"Anything . . . All of them. Just do it. God." Dave's hand snaked toward his cock again, he needed *something*, and Carter had picked now to talk?
"There isn't one sensation you preferred above all the others? Nothing that you would rather do or have me do? I'm surprised, Dave. At work you always have an opinion. What are the nurses going to say when I tell them that you can't think when you're aroused?" Instead of waiting for an answer, John lowered his mouth over Dave's cock, thinking it was the only sure way to keep Dave's own hands away from it.
Dave couldn't parse those sentences. The only thing that mattered was that Carter was sucking his cock again. He arched his back trying to get further inside. But now his ass was achingly empty. "My ass, too. Please."
Intent on pleasing Dave, John dipped his hand into the water, then quickly inserted his forefinger into that needy ass of his. In the same deliberate manner that he worked over Dave's cock, John worked over Dave's ass, moving as slow as possible, making full contact with the prostate, which he could never reach with just his tongue. Another finger soon followed, and John twisted the two of them around and in and out. By now Dave's hips were thrusting upward, pushing Dave's cock even further down his throat. John was now ready to let Dave have release, and he increased speed in both areas. His head bobbing rapidly on Dave's cock, John also worked his fingers quickly in and out. John could feel Dave's balls pull up into his body and he prepared himself for the eruption that was going to hit at any second. He wanted to have Dave's cock completely in his mouth when Dave orgasmed because he didn't want to spill a single precious drop.
"Goooooooodddddddddddd."
John felt the hot liquid of Dave's semen hit the back of his throat and he swallowed it eagerly, hungry for more. As he felt Dave's cock grow limp, John continued to suck, wanting to milk all of it out of Dave. Now this was what John called a decent breakfast! Once Dave was completely spent, John gently let him go. He got to his knees on the seat and wrapped his arms around Dave, resting his head on Dave's chest, enjoying listening as the rapid heartbeat slowed to a normal level.
Carter's head was touching him, but Dave needed more, he reached up wanting the other man to lie down beside him. To be able to cuddle up to him and feel his smooth chest and kiss him, and run his hands through his hair. "Please?"
"Yes?"
"Come here? Please."
John crawled out of the water and settled himself on the cool marble beside Dave. He shivered a bit from the difference in temperature between the water and the marble, but Dave wanted him here, so here he would stay.
Dave squidged sideways, putting one leg half over Carter's nearest, and pressing up against his arm. He wanted to be inside the embrace of that arm, but in the mean time he put an arm of his own around Carter's shoulders. He cuddled up tighter and kissed the nearest bit of flesh. He felt something hard against his thigh, and looked down. The redwood. As hard and huge as ever. He reached over with one hand and played with it. He'd be happy cuddling here for a while, but Carter still hadn't come. He wrapped his hand around it. "Want to deal with this?"
"Are you sure you don't mind?" John asked, glad to hear that Dave was willing to give oral sex another try.
"Sure." He'd prefer to stay right here, but he'd do this for Carter.
Dave slid off Carter, and positioned himself flat on his front on the slick marble. He opened his legs, and waited for Carter to come to him. "All ready."
"Um, Dave, we don't have any lubricant here. I can't enter you without that. It would hurt you too much." John tenderly said, although he was touched at what Dave was offering. "Can you wait long enough for me to go get something?"
Dave raised his head, and looked around. He was sure that there'd been lubricant here last night but . . . he couldn't see any either. He didn't want to come out of his post-coital slump long enough to look for any - and he'd probably just get lost again anyway. "Don't be long."
John practically jumped to his feet. "I'll be right back. I think we left it on the bed, didn't we? Or do you have an objection to vegetable oil? The kitchen's much closer than my bedroom." John stopped halfway to the door to await Dave's answer.
"Whatever. Just get back here."
"Right." John rushed from the poolroom and to the kitchen. Where would Corrine keep the oil? He started opening cabinets until he found a bottle of it. He practically ran back to the pool room, his hard cock hitting his belly as he ran.
Carter burst through the door then had to lean against the doorjamb to catch his breath.
*****
The marble was lonely without Carter. Dave lay for a while, then wiggled. If he'd had Carter here and his warmth to snuggle against, and his body to mess with it would have seemed like no time at all. But it was lonely. He was just thinking about moving, going to find Carter when he heard heavy breathing. Dave looked up and saw Carter leaned against the doorjamb. He smiled, and opened his legs further. "Hi, there."
*****
John grinned as he watched Dave spread his legs further apart. "Hey. Do you come here often?" John asked as he walked over to Dave.
"My second time."
John knelt between those legs and then opened the bottle of oil. Instead of putting it into his palm, he simply poured it over Dave's butt, then rubbed it into Dave's skin.
More and more was poured out onto Dave, and John worked it into that tight opening before applying it liberally to his own cock. He set the nearly empty bottle aside, far away as he could since it was glass, and then he lowered himself behind Dave, slowly entering that hot opening.
Then Dave felt Carter probing his opening. It was sore, and he could feel himself stretching, stretching as he accommodated the redwood. "Oh, God."
John appreciated the fact that Dave was arching up to give him better access, but the marble floor didn't give like a mattress did, and John needed more access. He lifted Dave's hip up even further as he drove his cock in all the way. It was so hot and tight and wonderful inside of Dave. "Perfect. You are perfect, Dave. Every inch of you is nothing but perfection." And then he began to thrust in and out, knowing he wouldn't last long, but not caring. All he cared about was filling Dave's body with his come -- making Dave his, body and soul, becoming one with the man who lay beneath him.
Dave did his best to push back against Carter's thrusting. He was stretched, stretched beyond belief. But he wanted to be stretched more and more until he had every atom of Carter inside himself. "Harder. More." He wanted Carter to make him his. He wanted every cell of his body inscribed with Carter's name. "God. My God."
"As you wish."
Dave screamed as the skin on the back of his neck was nipped. "God. I'm yours. Make me yours. Please."
"Forever, Dave? Are you mine forever?"
"Forever. As long as you want me. Then forever." The marble was so slick that Dave couldn't move backwards into Carter's thrusts, he had to wait for them to come. He was helpless, and he needed Carter. Needed him so badly. "Oh God. Bite me. Please. Harder."
"Yes, Dave, yes." John breathed as he began to nibble on the flesh of Dave's shoulder. Some bites were light, some a little harder, but John never broke the skin. He found all the places he had previously marked on Dave and marked him all over again, deepening their color. "Oh, God, Dave, I'm coming. Are you ready? Are you really mine? All mine?" John panted as his body took over from his brain and began to thrust wildly into Dave, faster and faster. The marble hurt his knees, but John never noticed the bruising -- all he noticed was the need that was building up inside his body -- the horrible heat that was being emitted from his balls, from his own core -- and then it exploded into Dave -- over and over and over again it spewed. John's body stiffened even though his cock still sought to go deeper, even as it slowly returned to normal size. John collapsed upon Dave's back, completely spent and too tired to move.
"Yours," Dave repeated with each spurt, "yours, and yours, and yours." Dave reluctantly collapsed onto the marble. He needed Carter to stay in him, but couldn't support this position forever.
John burrowed his face between Dave's shoulder blades and sighed. "Mine." He grinned. "All mine."
Dave smiled as he lay on the marble, "All yours. You own me." He tried to tighten his ass muscle, renewing the contact. "Yours." He repeated.
John moaned then finally, too tired to move, asked "You okay to stay like this for a bit?"
"Yes. Please." Dave liked having the weight of Carter on top of him. The warmth and softness of the flesh contrasted with the hard slickness of the marble underneath.
"Good." John relaxed, even though his back was now screaming at him. As were his knees. His knees he could figure out from the marble floor, but he wasn't sure why his back was bothering him. Then he remembered running and stopping suddenly in the kitchen and running back. There was also the fact that in the past twelve hours he had engaged in some rather physical sexual activities with Dave. When he was with Adam it was always the same thing -- him on the bed with Adam thrusting into him. The only thing that varied was if he was on his back or his belly. But one thing remained constant -- Adam didn't have the recovery power that Dave had, so once was it.
Maybe he could get another back massage from Dave later? It had certainly felt good before. John sighed as he realized that he really wanted to talk with Dave right now. John always liked to talk after sex. The women he had been with had told him more than once that he wasn't like the usual guys who wanted to roll over and go to sleep. John never did tell them that they were right about that. Most usual guys weren't bi-sexual. But, John was learning, and he would not risk upsetting this coziness by asking Dave to talk with him. It would have to be enough to just stay like this. "Let me know if the floor gets, too hard, okay? We can move to a chair or my bed, or something."
Dave shook his head as best as he could. "You'd have to leave me then." It was hard to speak with Carter's weight on top of him "Could roll over though." That would work, they'd still be touching, and maybe Carter would play with his nipples.
"On our sides?" John asked. He knew he couldn't handle all of Dave's weight on his body, not with his back acting up.
Dave started to try nodding then gave up. "Yes, kinda like waking up." He remembered being spooned in the warm softness. It had been good. "That okay?"
Waking up? John wasn't sure what Dave meant by that, but he rolled off of Dave's back and got on his side, waiting to see what Dave would do.
Dave tried to tighten his muscles as Carter withdrew, but it didn't do any good. Carter left him. He looked around and saw Carter on his side, and slithered over to join in, trying to spoon like they had earlier, but the new patch of marble was cold, and there wasn't a pillow, and it just wasn't the same. Dave sighed and wiggled in frustration, Carter shouldn't have left him.
"This marble isn't very comfortable, is it?" John asked. "How about my bed? It's nice and warm and soft there."
Dave shrugged; the marble had been just fine until Carter moved. "Sure." He felt a growling deep in his stomach. "Food too?"
"You're on your own with food. Sorry. I can't cook. I'd be more than happy to eat whatever you cook, though." John got to his feet and extended his hand toward Dave to help him get to his feet. "And I guess I should take that oil, what's left of it, back to the kitchen anyway."
"What've you been eating?" There had to be some food in a house this big.
"When the cook isn't here, Gamma cooks. When Gamma isn't here, I eat out a lot. Magoos mostly. There's food here. I just don't know how to cook it. I can heat up frozen stuff though, but I don't think you want a frozen dinner for breakfast, do you? I could handle that since I've already had my breakfast this morning."
Dave did a double take as he realised what Carter was referring to. "There has to be something. Where's the kitchen?" He wanted to eat. And he liked the idea of feeding Carter breakfast, just as he'd fed him come.
"Grab my hand and I'll take you there. It isn't far."
