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> 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 ***ual
assault,
> kinky *** 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 ****fts 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 pu****ng 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 *****, and this was no exception,
> even if it wasn’t a s****ts-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 ru****ng back to work, Dave
didn’t
> really see any sense in pu****ng 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 wa****ng 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 ****rt. “Or all three?”
>
> *************************************************
>
> The kitchen was awash in a rather appetizing combination of aromas. The
> smell of dinner cooking was mingling nicely with the smell of *** 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
> **** me?” John asked, never taking his eyes from Dave’s gaze.
>
> “Oh, I’m going to **** 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
> ****fted 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 relation****p, 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 *** 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 pu****ng
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 **** me…God, Dave…just
shove
> it in already! I need you to **** 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 ****-eating grin on his
face
> now. “Or should I move?”
>
> “**** me,” John growled, his own hips now in motion. “You know you want
> to **** 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 **** 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 **** you. Which shall it be?”
>
>
> “**** you…” John muttered, and damn if that didn’t make Dave chuckle!
> Nope, couldn’t have Dave chuckling, not now. “Please, Dave…**** me…I
need
> to feel your cock ****ing 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 ****ing
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 ****d, 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 ****ed 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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