Title: The Best Laid Plans, Chapter 17
Author: Cathy Roberts
Pairing: JC/DM/Other male
Rating: NC-17
Date: February 29, 2008
Archive: Please ask first
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. As of this chapter, the story will be even more AU than
it already has been.
Summary: Dave Malucci meets John Carter in college, and nothing will
ever be the same. Be warned that this story contains scenes of sexual
assault, kinky sex and bad language in place.
The Best Laid Plans, Chapter Seventeen
By Cathy Roberts
Carter had been on crutches for about a week, and Dave felt that Carter
was making good progress with them. But, not as much progress as Carter
seemed to feel he was making. The guy was dropping hints left and right
about going back to work. Dave could understand Carter’s desire to get
back to a regular routine and to once more be doing something instead of
sitting around the apartment, but he felt that going back there now was
just too much for Carter to handle. And that wasn’t just his personal
opinion, but his professional one as well.
Carter’s personal and professional opinions were totally different than
Dave’s, and this was causing a lot of tension between them. Each man
felt that the other was relying heavily on personal opinion and not so
much on the professional one.
For Dave, the issue was one that could easily be resolved by Carter’s
physician. All the man needed to do was to tell Carter that it was too
soon for him to be going back to the ER. But did the man do that?
Hell, no! Instead he told Carter that he could go back at any time,
providing that he felt physically up to it. Of course, upon hearing
that, Carter claimed to be feeling fine.
As if, Dave thought as he brought the meat tenderizer down hard on the
flank steak he was prepping for their dinner. Carter couldn’t put any
weight at all on his left leg, he tired easily, and if he exerted
himself, then he was often left in pain. Things that Carter
conveniently forgot to mention when he was telling the doctor that he
felt ‘fine’. He also didn’t tell the man about the nightmares that were
still plaguing him, preventing him from getting a decent night’s sleep.
Dave looked over his shoulder as he heard the now familiar sound of the
crutches on the kitchen floor. Carter looked happy and Dave had a
sinking feeling that Carter’s happiness was going to make Dave anything
but happy.
“I just got off the phone with Weaver,” Carter said as he came to a stop
beside Dave and then leaned against the counter. “She said that I can
just show up when I feel ready to come back to work and that I don’t
need to set it up with her first. She did insist on short shifts to
start out with, and I was thinking of giving it a try tomorrow.”
Dave looked away from Carter’s hopeful look and brought the tenderizer
down hard on the beef. “That doesn’t surprise me any. You’ve been
anxious to get back to work since you got the crutches. What does
surprise me is your insistence on turning a blind eye to the fact that
while you might be mentally ready to go back to work, your body and
emotions aren’t yet healed enough for it.”
Carter sighed. “Dave, we’ve been over this a hundred times. It’s not
like I’ll be working traumas or anything that would really tax me. And
the sooner I go back, the better off I’ll be.”
“It hasn’t even been six weeks since the ostomy was taken down,” Dave
tossed the tenderizer into the sink. “Babe, you had major surgery the
first time, and taking down the ostomy wasn’t a walk in the park. Your
body needs time to fully heal. Can’t you give it to the end of the
month before going back to work?” Dave would really prefer for Carter
to wait until May, but he knew that asking for that would be really
pushing it. He knew that Carter wasn’t seeing anyone about the
nightmares, and he was hoping that he could get Carter to see a
therapist between now and him going back to the ER. He himself had had
a hard time walking into Curtain 3 after the stabbing, and he’d not been
the victim. Dave worried about how Carter was going to react the first
time he had to go back into that room.
“I’m tired of arguing about this, Dave,” Carter said.
Dave turned to fully face Carter. “That’s because you *are* tired,”
Dave replied. “You haven’t slept all the way through the night
since…well, you haven’t done that at all, John. If it’s not nightmares
waking you, then you just can’t fall asleep. Do you think I don’t
notice when you’re wide-awake beside me?” Dave was feeling extremely
frustrated over Carter’s stubbornness on this matter, and he knew that
that frustration had to be coming out in his tone of voice. He just
hoped that Carter saw it as frustration and not as something else.
“And the sooner I face things, the easier things like sleeping will get
for me,” Carter replied, looking somber. “When I close my eyes…” He
shook his head. “I *need* to go back to work and face that room, so
that maybe I’ll stop seeing it the way it was that night.”
Dave sighed and leaned back against the counter. “I understand what
you’re saying, babe, I really do. I just don’t think that right now is
the best time for you to be trying to put your demons to rest. Get your
body fully healed, and then go after those demons. I know that you’re
tired of being stuck here in the apartment, but I really don’t think
that going back to work now is the best thing for you.”
Dave could tell by the look in Carter’s eyes that his words were falling
on deaf ears. Carter had made his decision, and that’s all there was to
it. There were times when Dave almost admired Carter’s stubborn streak,
but not right now when Carter’s health was at stake.
So, it was time to hit below the belt. “So, this means that you’ve
changed your mind about Dylan coming to visit? If so, then that’s all
right. We can go back and stay at my place, and I’m sure that Weaver
will let me have some time off so that he won’t be alone. And then once
you’re home, and have some time to rest, we can come over to visit.
He’s really looking forward to meeting you,” Dave kept his voice
pleasant, even though inside he was beating himself up over using his
son to bend Carter to his will. Dave knew that Carter would never
renege on his agreement to watch Dylan during the day while he was in
Chicago, although he was a bit surprised that Carter hadn’t realized the
date and that Dylan would be arriving in two days. Not that Carter had
forgotten about Dylan’s visit, the man had been talking about it nearly
every day since Dave had called Lisa back to tell her that it was okay
for her to drop Dylan off with them so she could attend her conference.
The conference was in Milwaukee, so in a way, Chicago was on the way.
Lisa and Dylan would take the train from Detroit to Chicago, and stay
overnight. Then Lisa would leave the next morning, giving Dave and
Carter a full week to spend with Dylan. As much as Dave was looking
forward to spending time with his son, Carter was just as excited, doing
his best to plan things that he hoped Dylan would find fun. So, no,
Dave was pretty certain that Carter hadn’t forgotten about the visit,
but he had the feeling that Carter didn’t realize the date.
When Carter’s face paled at hearing Dave’s words, Dave knew that he’d
hit home in more ways than one. As Carter seemed to slump in his
crutches, Dave knew he’d won, but he couldn’t help but feel a little
guilty about his methods.
“I forgot…” Carter started, and then he looked up at Dave, an earnest
look on his face. “I didn’t forget about Dylan coming, Dave, honest. I
just didn’t realize that it was this week.”
Dave walked over to Carter, wrapping his arms around him. “I know you
didn’t forget, babe. Look, how about a compromise? You spend the week
running around with Dylan as planned and then when he goes home, if you
feel that you’re physically ready to go back to work, then I won’t argue
the point. But, if after spending a week with a rambunctious five year
old has you worn out, then you agree to not argue the point with me, and
you stay on medical leave for at least two more weeks after that. Deal?”
Carter seemed to think about it for a few moments and then he nodded.
“Deal.” Carter then smiled as he moved his face closer to Dave’s.
“Seal the deal with kiss?”
Dave’s answer to that was to press his lips against Carter’s, giving him
a thorough kiss as well as a pretty good grope, and making himself hard
in the process. Winning always made Dave horny, and this was no
exception, even if it wasn’t a sports-related win. “How about I get
dinner in the oven and we go into the bedroom and seal the deal a bit
more fully?”
Carter grinned. “I like that idea, although why risk burning dinner by
going into the bedroom? We can seal the deal right here, can’t we?
Besides, we’re going to need to get in as much loving as we can before
Dylan gets here.”
Dave frowned, not sure what Carter meant, and then it slowly dawned on
him. “You think we won’t be able to make love while Dylan’s here?”
“I don’t see how we can. Yes, he’ll be sleeping on the couch, but we’ll
just be behind a flimsy door, and it’s a door that we’re not used to
locking, Dave. We can’t risk him waking up in the middle of the night,
confused and needing you and then walking in on us.”
Dave was trying to come up with a good reply to that, when Carter got an
intense look on his face. This in itself wouldn’t alarm Dave, but then
Carter slowly sucked in his lower lip, a sure indication that Carter was
about to say something that Dave knew he didn’t want to hear.
“You know, it might be better if I sleep on the couch while Dylan’s
here, and he stays with you in the bedroom. He’ll be more comfortable
with you,” Carter said, his eyes firmly on Dave’s collar bone. Oh,
yeah, Dave thought, eye avoidance. Yet another clue that Carter knew
that he knew that Dave wouldn’t be happy with what he was saying.
Well, Dave was pretty sure that he wasn’t going to be sleeping with his
son during his stay, and he was also pretty sure that he and Carter were
going to keep on making love during that time, too. But, seeing as how
he’d just won this round of keeping Carter from rushing back to work,
Dave didn’t really see any sense in pushing things. There’d be time
later to prove to Carter that he was once again wrong.
Dave slowly smiled, “We’ll talk about that after dinner,” he said, once
more pulling Carter closer to him. “Why don’t you go get what we need
while I get dinner in the oven? If we’re to take advantage of having no
child around, then I don’t want to waste any time scrambling around for
condoms.”
Carter nodded and raised his head, and Dave took that as an invitation
for another kiss. The way that Carter’s lips parted so quickly for him
told Dave that he’d interpreted that movement correctly. Yeah, he was
getting pretty good at figuring out how Carter’s mind and heart worked.
Well, maybe not so good at the whole working part, but he definitely
knew how to get Carter back on the right track when that mind of his
deviated from Dave’s set plans.
As Carter headed out of the kitchen, Dave went back to the flank steak,
placing it in a baking dish and then thoroughly washing his hands before
he began to season it and add a few onion slices to the dish. Dinner
was going to be simple: rosemary and thyme seasoned flank steak with
onions, boiled small potatoes and glazed carrots. The carrots were
going to be baked, and were already in their dish, and the potatoes
would boil up in no time at all, so once they were done *sealing the
deal*, they wouldn’t have to wait long before having dinner.
Dave had just closed the oven door when Carter returned to the kitchen,
condoms and lube in hand and a grin on his face. It was a grin that
Dave liked seeing, because it promised so many good things within the
next hour or so. He took the condoms and lube from Carter and placed
them on the table.
“Floor, counter or table?” Dave asked as he reached out and began to
unbutton Carter’s shirt. “Or all three?”
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The kitchen was awash in a rather appetizing combination of aromas. The
smell of dinner cooking was mingling nicely with the smell of sex that
hung over the room, or so John thought.
He took a deep breath and looked up at Dave, feeling more than a bit
lethargic and very comfortable in the nest of tangled clothes that
they’d made on the kitchen floor. John had already come twice, with a
slight intermission between the orgasms to give Dave his own
mind-blowing orgasm, but Dave didn’t seem to be letting any time elapse
between John’s last orgasm and whatever it was that Dave was now
planning. He stood there, looking down at John, eyes dark with the same
desire that had been in them since he had reached out to undress John an
eternity ago. John, for his part, was simply enjoying the view. Dave’s
hard cocked bobbed with every breath the man took, and there was a sheen
of sweat coating Dave’s entire body. Some of it might have been due to
the heat emanating from the oven, but most of it was from what they’d
been doing. Or rather, what Dave had been doing, since John didn’t
really feel that he’d done all that much work. How much effort did it
take to hold still while someone ravished your body and brought you to
completion? Or to rest on ones knees and haunches while devouring Dave?
Judging by the sweat that was still on John’s body, more effort than
he thought.
John licked his lips, wanting to offer to suck Dave dry again, but John
had a feeling that Dave was after something different this time around.
It was tempting, too tempting, really, to reach up to stroke and tease
Dave’s cock, but John’s hand was stilled by the look in Dave’s eyes, and
he let his arm drop back down to his belly.
“Are you going to just stand there all night or are you finally going to
fuck me?” John asked, never taking his eyes from Dave’s gaze.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, don’t worry about that,” Dave replied, his
voice low and husky, a nice counterpoint to John’s own languid tone. “I
just need a moment or else this will be over before I get fully inside
of you, and I want to last as long as I can for you, babe.”
“Oh…” John smiled. “Well, then by all means, take your time.” John
shifted his hips slightly and then moved his legs, parting his thighs as
far as they could go. “Because I think we both know just how much I
like having you fully inside of me.”
Dave’s eyes darkened and he slowly moved to his knees between John’s
legs. He reached out and ran his hands over John’s thighs. “Yes, we do
know that, don’t we?”
Dave reached over and picked up the bottle of lube, squeezing out a good
amount into his palm. John watched, dimly noting that they’d already
used quite a bit of it and that they needed to buy more soon. John’s
cock and balls were still slick from earlier, when Dave had been using
his hands to stroke him to orgasm while using his mouth and tongue
elsewhere, simulating intercourse. John was eager to have his body
reach the point where he could kneel between Dave’s legs and rim him to
the point where he was incoherent. But, while John could handle being
on his knees long enough to suck Dave off, he wasn’t yet to the point
where he could spend his leisure in that position, so that goal was
something to work towards.
Dave rubbed his hands together, then he wrapped his hand around John’s
flaccid member, giving it a squeeze. “Harder…” John whispered, his eyes
still on Dave’s face.
Dave slowly smiled as he increased the pressure of his grip, “Don’t
worry, babe. We might not have been doing this for months or something,
but I’ve figured out what you like…what turns you on the most…what makes
you beg for more…makes you scream because it feels so good…”
John let his head fall back, his eyes closing as delicious feelings of
pleasure began to course through his body, each and every one of them
originating in his groin and then his chest as Dave began to suck and
nip at his nipples. Dave was right – they hadn’t been lovers for a long
time, yet Dave knew just what to do to satisfy him. From the words to
his movements, Dave managed to find all the right things, and John could
only hope that he was doing the same things for Dave. He took it as a
good sign that he was able to make Dave beg from time to time, but there
were times when John still felt a bit insecure about their relationship,
and feared that Dave was just faking things so that he wouldn’t hurt
John’s feelings. Then there were the feelings that cropped up about not
feeling normal. Was it normal to like it when your lover talked dirty
to you? Was it normal to like it to hurt a little bit? Although, John
did have to admit that he’d liked that even when he’d been with women,
so maybe that part *was* normal. Problem was John didn’t have anyone to
ask. People were still trying to convince him to see a therapist about
the stabbing, but John didn’t quite feel comfortable talking to anyone
who worked at County. And if he did, then he sure as Hell wasn’t going
to talk about his sex life!
John’s introspective thoughts crashed to a halt as he felt a jolt of
pleasure mingled with a pinch of pain, and he opened his eyes in time to
see that Dave had entered him. John’s eyes went from looking to where
they were now joined to looking at Dave’s face. Dave’s eyes were now
closed, and there was a look of pure bliss on his face. So, yeah, okay,
that wasn’t being faked.
John slowly smiled and then he cocked his hips toward Dave, his smile
growing as that simple movement made Dave gasp.
Dave’s hands moved to John’s hips, gripping him firmly as Dave opened
his eyes and looked down. “Damn, but what you do to me, babe…” Dave
then looked to where they were joined and he began to move, slowly
pushing his cock inside of John. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of
seeing us like this…your perfect ass just sucking my cock inside of
you…so tight…so damn tight…”
John moved again, doing what he could to help get all of Dave’s cock
buried inside his body. “Yeah…” John moaned, “You feel so good, Dave…so
perfect…”
“Tell me,” Dave said, his voice demanding. “Tell me how it feels, how
you feel.” His cock continued its slow movement.
“It feels…” John struggled to find the right words. Using slang was
something he’d never been allowed to do, and God forbid he should ever
utter anything dirty within earshot of his Gamma! Still, John knew that
Dave liked this kind of talk, too. Knew that it turned him on just as
much as it turned John on to hear Dave saying those things.
“Your cock fills me up…makes me want more of it…all of it…yeah, just
like that,” John said as he watched more of Dave’s cock disappear into
his an…no, not his anus or rectum, but his ass. He could do this for
Dave. “I like watching you fill my ass…watching you fuck me…God,
Dave…just shove it in already! I need you to fuck me!”
Dave grinned. “You know that I have a hard time turning you down when
you not only manage to beg, but to also demand it at the same time.”
And with one shove, Dave got his cock settled completely inside. John
could feel Dave’s balls coming to rest against his ass. Balls that were
heavy and big and more than ready to come.
“Shall I stay like this, babe?” Dave asked, a shit-eating grin on his
face now. “Or should I move?”
“Fuck me,” John growled, his own hips now in motion. “You know you want
to fuck me right through this floor, admit it.”
“Oh, I admit it, Carter…I admit it. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t
like hearing you begging me to fuck you. Which is something that I’m
not hearing right now.” That grin seemed to get broader. “I’ve heard
demands, but no real begging. So…it’s up to you, Carter…I can stay just
like this, or I can fuck you. Which shall it be?”
“Fuck you…” John muttered, and damn if that didn’t make Dave chuckle!
Nope, couldn’t have Dave chuckling, not now. “Please, Dave…fuck me…I
need to feel your cock fucking me…please?”
“That’s a bit better…” Dave then winked at him. “I think it’ll do for
now, but you’re going to have to do a bit better than that next time.”
Dave then quickly pulled back, until just the tip of his cock was left
within John, and then they both began to move together, giving both of
them what they wanted and needed. Their bodies slapped against one
another, both of them making noises as their movements grew frantic and
even more intense. One admiring the tightness and heat of the other’s
body and the other admiring the length and thickness of the other’s
cock. Both filled with love and desire for the other, a bit more of the
desire right then.
John’s cock was once more hard, and Dave was alternating between
stroking it and squeezing John’s balls as he thrust in and out. John’s
hands were on Dave’s arms, but holding on tightly and not just resting
there, “Harder…” he demanded, not caring if the harder action was the
fucking or the stroking or the squeezing, as long as something was done
harder, felt more intense. “Harder…”
And Dave did everything harder, or so it felt to John. It was no
surprise then, that when Dave cried out that he was coming, John was
right there with him, his third orgasm feeling as intense as the first
one had been, and if they didn’t have the neighbors below them hitting
the ceiling and demanding that they keep it down, then John was going to
start to wonder about their hearing!
“God…” Dave said, nearly panting as he let his body settle over John’s,
his lips seeking out John’s mouth. John lifted his head, more or less
meeting Dave halfway, his hands now resting on Dave’s shoulders.
“That was good,” John said as that kiss ended, already looking forward
to another one once Dave had handled the condom issue. “Very, very good.”
Dave grinned, “What can I say? You know that I aim to please you. Hold
on a sec.” Dave reached between them as he pulled out, and John once
more felt incredibly empty. But before that emptiness could move from
John’s body to his heart and soul, Dave was leaning down again, kissing
him tenderly.
The buzzer on the over went off, and Dave broke off the kiss, laughing.
“Now, that’s what I call good timing. You okay here while I get
dinner out of the over or do you want to get up?”
“I’m good here,” John replied. His muscles still felt loose, and the
prospect of having to move was not one that John wanted to even
consider. Besides, if Dave finished up with dinner while naked, then
John would have an excellent view from where he was currently lounging.
Dave placed a quick peck of a kiss on John’s mouth, then got to his
feet. He did pause to look down, licking his lips and shaking his head.
“Damn, but I’m so lucky.”
John chuckled, and was going to reply that *he* was the lucky one, but
he just didn’t seem to have the energy for that. It was while he was
watching Dave bend over to open the over that John’s body gave up the
struggle to stay awake, and John closed his eyes, thinking that a short
nap before dinner would be a very good idea. A part of him piped up
that this was what Dave was talking about when he said that John wasn’t
physically ready to go back to work yet. But another part of John was
quick to retort that having Dave Malucci make love to a person was far
more intense than anything he could encounter at work, so shut up.
Besides, it wasn’t as if he was after a two hour nap or something…just a
few minutes, until Dave had dinner ready. Anybody who’d just been
ravished that thoroughly would need a power nap.
John’s power nap was interrupted as he sensed someone or something
settling right above him. He slowly opened his eyes to see that Dave
was straddling him, a grin on his face and a plate in his hands. He
also realized that there was something beneath his head, pillowing it
comfortably while also raising it a bit.
“I figured that since you were too weak to move, that I’d better bring
dinner to you. Open up.” Dave held a steak laden fork out toward him.
“I’ve got enough on here for the two of us.”
John wasn’t so sure that he liked the idea of being fed, but then his
stomach growled and hey, his arms were still feeling like limp macaroni,
so why not take advantage of Dave’s good mood? He opened his mouth and
took the bite that was offered, chewing it slowly as Dave also took a
bite of the steak.
“It’s good,” John replied once he’d swallowed.
“You know, you say that every night,” Dave replied as he speared a
carrot and held it out toward John. “I know you said that you’re not
that good of a cook, but I can’t be *that* good all the time.”
John grinned as he thought about why his arms and legs were still
feeling so loose. “Oh, trust me. You *are* that good all the time!”
He bit the carrot off of the fork.
“Brat. You know that I was talking about cooking. As for the other,”
Dave speared another carrot, “I’m only that good because of you.
Pleasing you just seems to bring out the best in me.” He ate the
carrot, then fed another piece of beef to John.
As John chewed, he thought about Dave’s words, and how he felt the same
way. He wanted to please Dave, to make him happy and satisfied. With
Dave, he’d done things that he’d never in a million years imagined
himself doing, such as sucking another guy’s cock. And while he hadn’t
yet rimmed Dave, he intended to. And yeah, at no point in his life had
he ever thought that he’d not only think about doing something like
that, but that he’d be looking forward to doing it! And being taken by
Dave…nope, he’d never imagined that he’d like being fucked by another
guy. But for Dave…for Dave, John would do anything.
“Dave?” John asked just as Dave had taken another bite. Something else
had occurred to him, and despite the fear that was balling up in his
stomach over that idea, it was something that John wanted to mention.
“Hmmm?” Dave replied.
“I think that I…well, that I’m in…what I mean is that I think I’m
falling for you. Falling in love with you.”
Dave had been about to spear something else with the fork, but he’d
stopped at John’s words. John felt that fear begin to grow. Had he
just ruined things between them by saying the wrong thing? Had he
rushed things by admitting how he felt?
Dave set the plate and fork aside and he leaned over, placing both hands
on the floor to either side of John’s head. He slowly smiled. “Do you
now? Well, I think that’s a good thing, because I feel the same way.
And I have to add that I’m very much looking forward to finding out just
how far we’re both going to go with that love.”
Dave wasn’t upset! He was feeling the same way! Oh, man…this was
better than John had ever hoped it could be. “Me, too,” he said as he
looked up into Dave’s eyes and noticing that they were once more dark
with desire. “Me, too.”
They kissed, a lingering, toe curling kiss that left them both
breathless and half hard. “That can all be heated, right?” John asked.
“Definitely. What do you have in mind?” Dave asked as he pushed the
plate further away.
“I’ve noticed that whatever you put beneath my head has put me in a
really advantageous position.” Seeing Dave on his hands and knees had
given John an idea about how he could rim Dave without worrying about
hurting himself. “Think you can turn around for me?”
“You want to sixty-nine it?” Dave asked as he began to move as requested.
“Not quite, although it might just end up that way,” John admitted.
“I’d like to try using my mouth somewhere else.”
Dave came to a stop and looked back at Carter, a hint of surprise and
pleasure on his face. “You’re planning on rimming me?”
John smiled and reached up to smooth his hands over Dave’s ass. “You
got it. Now, if you could inch backward just a bit, I think it’ll be
perfect.”
“You sure, babe? I don’t want you doing something…” Dave’s voice broke
off with a moan as John swept his tongue along the space between Dave’s
balls and his opening.
“Any other questions?” John asked with a grin. “Or can I just get on
with what I’ve got planned?”
“Oh, by all means, continue with your plans. Far be it from me to ask
for you to change your plans!”
John would have had a nice retort for that, but the sudden feeling of
Dave’s wet and hot mouth on his cock pretty much chased those words
away. Instead, John ended up using his actions to do his talking for
him. As plans went, this one was right up there with the best of them,
John thought as he began to make Dave moan.
To be continued…
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