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"From The Top", Part 13/33
By Clotho (clothomoerae@hotmail.com) and Cathy (huntersglenn@yahoo.com)

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"You own me."  Dave kissed Carter's neck.  "Until your marks fade.  And
then you'll still own me.  I'm your inflatable doll.  Your toy.  You own
me.  All of me."

"I like the sound of that," John said as he tried to stretch out his legs
without slipping out of Dave.  His knees were killing him and he was now
feeling the winter chill of the room.  Lying there next to Dave, warm and
sated, sounded very appealing to John.

"Good."  Dave clung tightly to Carter.  "Whatcha doin'?"

"I'm trying to lie down without leaving you, but I don't think that's going
to happen, dammitt."  John said, feeling frustrated over that realization.
Then he thought that maybe he could get his body on top of Dave's and still
stay in him -- it was worth a try.  "Let me try something else.  Just stay
still, okay?"

Dave hung on tight.  He wasn't going anywhere -- that was for sure.  He
wanted to be right here -- only maybe a little warmer.  "Sure."

John leaned forward, putting more of his weight onto Dave's body.  "Let me
know if I get too heavy for you," he said.  Then he slowly stretched out
his right leg.  So far, so good.  The left leg slowly followed suit and
then John was where he wanted to be -- more or less.  His legs and hips
were on the floor, his chest resting on Dave's stomach, his head high on
Dave's chest -- and his limp cock still inside of Dave.  "Now we need a
blanket or something," John said.  Where had he dropped it, he wondered?
On the couch?  The floor?  He raised his head to look around and spied it
between their connected bodies and the couch.  Grabbing it, John tried to
backhandedly toss it over his body.  It wasn't working.  "Can you help with
this before I freeze my ass off?" John asked with a grin.

This was good.  This position worked.  Dave smiled.  The only problem was
that even underneath Carter he was a bit cold.  He managed to get hold of
one corner of the blanket with his right hand, and worked it up to chest
level -- then by dint of passing his arms around Carter -- a task he was
happy to perform, he got the top part into place.  "C'n you handle the
rest?"

"I'll try."  With careful movements, John snagged the blanket and they were
soon covered.  "That's much better.  It's amazing what can be done when
people work together, isn't it?"  John said.  Then he yawned.   "Sorry.  I
think you've worn me out and it's not even..." John lifted his head to look
at his watch, "one yet."  John happily kissed the middle of Dave's chest,
then nestled his head in the tight curls there.  "This has been a great
day, hasn't it?"

"Had its moments."  Right now was one of them.  Carter's temper tantrums
earlier weren't -- but Dave didn't want to think of them right now.  He
smiled at feeling the weight of Carter.  "Comfortable?"

John yawned and nodded again as his eyelids slowly closed.  "Very.   You?"

Dave put his arms around Carter -- holding the man firmly in place.
"Yeah."  Right here, right now was a good place to be.

John grinned.  "Good."  He was slowly drifting off to sleep when he
remembered how wary and defensive Dave had been earlier about his time in
Louisiana.  John had noticed before that Dave was more talkative after sex,
so maybe this would be a good time to broach the subject again.  Eyes still
closed John started to trace circles on Dave's side with his finger.  "What
happened in Louisiana?  Did you have a run in with a group of Cajuns?"

Dave involuntarily tensed his muscles, then forced himself to relax.
"Nah.  Had a friend there....kinda."  He recollected after a moment that he
and Carter were friends too -- or had been the last couple of weeks
anyway.  "A normal friend."

"Normal?"  John's eyelids flew open.  "As in not gay, I'm assuming?"  John
felt a little aggravated about Dave's choice of words as he considered
himself to be 'normal', but he pushed his aggravation aside since he wanted
to find out more.  "What happened?"

Dave started to shrug, but found himself constricted from doing so.  "Yeah,
normal."  After a moment Dave continued,  "Was a cop.  Hung out.   Did
stuff.  Went fishing.  Pal stuff, ya know.  Was...."  Dave completed the
shrug. "Fun...nice.  Good guy."

John could hear Dave's voice in a strange kind of stereo -- the ear against
Dave's chest heard the deep rumble of his voice and the other ear heard it
as it normally sounded.  Only when Dave was normally speaking there wasn't
as much pain present.  "Did he get killed or something?" John asked,
thinking that maybe losing his friend to an act of violence was what was
hurting Dave.

"Nah.  He's still down there, I think."  Dave didn't want to talk about
this -- but he'd just told Carter that he owned him.  He turned his head
away.  "Started noticin' his ass.  Pointless, ya know.  An' I heard about
this club...f' when stuff like that happens.  Second night I was there,
they raided it.  Musta heard 'bout it from Joe 'n forgotten.  He let me go,
didn't book me, but weren't friends after that."

"Oh."  John felt bad for Dave about that.  It had to have been humiliating
to have a friend find out that way that you were gay, John thought.  "I'm
sorry.  I hope he wasn't ugly about it."  There wasn't much else John could
say since he had never had anything like that happen to him.  So far, the
people who had discovered his bisexuality had been okay with the idea.  He
still couldn't get over the way his grandparents had accepted it.  John
lifted his head enough to tenderly kiss Dave's chest then he raised it
further so he could look at Dave's face.  "It's never easy to lose a
friend."  *That* was a topic John knew about, even if the way he had lost
Dennis had been drastically different.

"Wasn't nasty.  Just said we weren't friends, 'n never had been.  Were
though.  Shouldn't of gone."  Dave gave another shrug, and shut his eyes,
remembering hot humid days, and laughing with a beer -- watching games and
fishing by a river.  The hottest days when it seemed like the world itself
was sweating.  And then the blankness afterwards.  "Transferred out okay
though."

John stretched out his neck and managed to kiss Dave's bottom lip.  "I'm
glad you did or else I would have never met you."  Then John let his head
settle back where it had been and he closed his eyes once more.  "Very
glad," he murmured as he fell asleep.

Dave could hear Carter's breathing change as he slept, and put his arms
around him, to hold him securely in place.  This freezing day with a
blanket that wasn't quite warm enough was worlds different from Louisiana
and the myriad sounds in the outdoors there -- a constant subliminal hum of
flies.  Joking with guys -- Joe -- as they'd walked through the woods.
Snakes up trees.  Joe had lived in the state all his life, and knew what to
look out for -- what lived where.  The place had been alive with myriad
creatures -- including Joe, and he'd introduced Dave to most of them.

When Dave'd come back to the states he'd promised himself so hard that he'd
never go to another club or party where stuff like -- well, like this right
now -- was done.  And he had in Louisiana -- and that was history.  Then
he'd transferred, and promised himself he wouldn't in Chicago.  And he
had.  And now, he was here.  And he could remember the stern face of
Carter's grandfather.  It would be easy enough for a guy that rich to make
him transfer again.

Dave held onto Carter as he moved as he slept.  The worst thing of all
about Carter, was the guy made him come back for more.  The two guys Dave
had fucked in Grenada had just made him want to run.  And the one's he'd
got hand jobs and blow jobs from -- they'd soothed an itch.  Carter only
scratched and inflamed that itch, and made him want more scratching.

He was so different from Joe.  Joe had had as much trouble with his police
paperwork as Dave ever had with a medical report -- Carter could string
words together effortlessly into incredibly long chains.  Joe had fitted
into the swamps like a water snake, Carter was a creature of the city or of
this incredible estate -- maybe a swan or a pedigree dog.  But they both
had asses and smiles that Dave would have walked barefoot a hundred miles
on broken glass for.  Dave bit his lip, and secured Carter carefully as he
stared up at the ceiling.

As good as having the sleeping Carter in him was, the guy was heavy, and
Dave's legs, forced apart, were beginning to cramp.  Carter was sleeping
heavily and peacefully, but Dave really needed to move.  He put his arms
around Carter to hold him, somewhat in place, and slowly rolled them onto
their sides.  Dave regretfully felt Carter slide out of him, but the regret
was overpowered by the relief in a deep and long breath that inflated every
part of his lungs and stretched his diaphragm muscles, and the painful
pleasure of blood and sensation returning to his legs.  Two minutes later,
and Dave too, was asleep -- dreaming of a strange world of heat, humidity
and snow populated by watersnakes and swans where cars and mosquitoes
roared equally loudly.


John drifted into consciousness by being aware of a hard bed under him.  As
he reached the state of full awareness, he noticed that it wasn't his bed
-- it was the floor of the summerhouse, and Dave was pressed up against him
as they nestled side by side.  And Dave was very much asleep.

John didn't need to look at his watch to know that a lot of time had
passed.  The natural lighting in the room was tinged orange and red -- the
sun was setting.  And that thought made John's stomach growl.  The picnic
basket was on the floor at the other end of the couch.  If he moved
carefully, then John knew he could crawl down there, get the basket and
have something ready to eat before his absence made Dave awaken.

John eased out from under Dave's arm and the blanket, then crawled toward
the basket.  He had to straddle Dave's legs to reach it as it was on the
other side of Dave's body, but John was careful not to touch Dave, not
wanting to awaken him just yet.

Dave felt a cold draught.  He pulled the blanket tighter around himself and
murmured.

John heard a noise behind him and he froze, not sure if he should risk
moving.  When the noise wasn't repeated, he stretched out once more to grab
the basket. Then he noticed that Dave had managed to pull the blanket up
and his legs and feet were bare.  John had never before paid much attention
to Dave's calves and feet.  The feet were well formed and looked strong.
The calves -- John couldn't keep from running his hand lightly over the
shinbone -- were defined.  The hair felt rough under John's palm, but he
liked that feeling.  So different from the shaved smoothness of a woman and
John enjoyed it anyway.

It tickled.  Dave jerked his leg away from the irritant, but without Carter
by his side to balance him he rolled over.  The cold floor coming into
contact with Dave's back jolted him into wakefulness.  "Wha tis it?"

When Dave moved that suddenly, John found himself having to spread his legs
in an effort to keep from waking Dave -- and to keep from being knocked
over by Dave's movement.  And when John heard Dave's voice, he knew he had
failed in at least one part of his mission -- unless he could get Dave to
go back to sleep?  "Shh.  It's nothing.  Go back to sleep, Dave."

"Tis.  It's cold."  Dave yawned, then his eyes bounced open, as he
comprehended that the voice was male.  "Carter?"

"Yeah, it's me.  Go back to sleep, Dave."  John decided he wouldn't move
until he found out if Dave was going to be lulled back to sleep or if he
was up for good.

Dave propped himself up on his elbows, he could see Carter's naked torso
ahead of him -- there was a pink tinge to his skin despite the cold or it
might just have been some of the sunset colours landing on him.  He'd done
it.  He'd done it again.  He'd fucked Carter, and let Carter fuck him.
Events scrolled back over Dave's mind -- he hadn't even fucked Carter, he'd
just let the guy do him, do him heaps.  Told Carter that he, Dave, was his
toy -- to be played with at will.  Said all those things.  Fuck.  Dave
repeated, "Fuck."

John heard Dave's voice again, and he had to bite back his reply of "I
wish" to that idea.  That was one thing that hadn't happened that
afternoon.  Except for and to Dave.  Knowing now that Dave was fully awake,
John braced one hand on the floor and reached out to grab the picnic
basket.  "You hungry?" John asked over his shoulder, hoping that Dave was
hungry for more than food now.

"Mmm, yeah."  Dave wasn't concentrating.  Carter was treating this as so
usual.  He just expected to wake up naked on the floor with a man after
bonking the guy's brains out and making him say heaps of stuff, about being
owned and marked.  Dave remembered the marks, and felt down on his hip
where the bruise was -- even as he touched the area, he remembered what it
had been like when Carter made it -- being claimed -- and Dave felt his
dick begin to twitch and harden.  He repeated again, "Fuck."

John grinned.  "Yeah, you're right.  I think we're both rested enough for
that."  He had finally grabbed the basket.  "Do you think the hot dogs are
okay to eat now?  I know they weren't cooked, but is it cool enough in here
to have kept them from going bad?  If not, then we can eat the candy and
graham crackers."

Dave listened to Carter in astonishment -- the guy was even making jokes
about it.  But there was something sexy, too, in the way he just accepted
it.  Dave's dick twitched again.  Dave pulled his attention back to what
Carter was talking about.  "Be fine.  Mainly irradiated breadcrumbs
anyway."  Dave had done everything that Carter had asked while he was in
him -- even talked about Louisiana and...he couldn't believe what the guy
had made him do and say.  And now he was just talking about food --
casually -- as if all that was unimportant.  Dave felt himself grow even
harder as he realised the control that Carter had over him.  It just wasn't
fair.

John pulled the hot dog package out of the basket, then set it to the other
side of Dave's legs.  After crawling back up to settle beside Dave, John
held the package out toward Dave.  "Hungry?"

Dave reached out, blindly.  "Sure."  His hand touched Carter's over the
packet, and found his thumb caressing Carter's hand.  He couldn't stop it.
It was like it had a will of its own.

John's hand felt warm under Dave's caress and he looked down at their
hands.  And that's when he noticed that the package only held one hot dog.
"Oh."  He said.  "There's only one left."  Then John grinned.  "I'll split
it with you."

"Um, okay."  Dave was barely aware that he was agreeing to anything.    He
was mainly aware of the hand under his, and his erection.

"Good."  John pulled the wiener from the package, then, feeling playful, he
stuck one end in his mouth and leaned over toward Dave's lips, offering the
other end to him.

Dave breathed in, then exhaled as he looked at the grin in Carter's eyes.
He grasped the end of the sausage between his teeth.

John started to gnaw on his end, thinking that if he bit off chunks of the
meat, then he would lose his grip on the hot dog.  He was determined to eat
as much as he could and hopefully end up at Dave's lips.

Dave angled his bites to try and ensure that some of the sausage remained
in his mouth.  But the chunks were tricky to chew into, and Carter's mouth
and face were approaching him, so his chewing slowed.

John had to suppress his grin as he saw he was winning the hot dog race.
Hastily swallowing half-chewed meat, he was almost to Dave's lips.  Another
bite or two would have him there.

Dave stopped chewing altogether as Carter's lips approached his.  There was
something surreal about this whole encounter, the entire magnificent
estate, Carter's sunset colouring.  He was momentarily sure that when
Carter's lips touched his -- as they inevitably would -- then some grand
fairy-tale event would occur -- the room would dissolve, Carter might
metamorphasize into a snake, or a witch would appear.

John reached Dave's lips, but there was still meat in the way.  A firm push
with his tongue put the last bit of hot dog into Dave's mouth, then John
followed it up with a quick kiss on Dave's lips.  "Chew," he whispered.

Dave chewed twice, then tried to swallow, but the chunks were too big or
something because he immediately began to cough spitting the remaining meat
out as he did so.

At first John was afraid that he had nearly killed Dave, but then meat
chunks came flying out of Dave's mouth, hitting John's thighs as they
headed toward the floor.  "Yuck," John's face scrunched up as he moved his
legs out of the way.  "Guess that wasn't the smartest idea I ever had."   He
grabbed the package and used it to pick up the pieces.  Then he looked at
Dave.  "Are you okay? Do you need something to drink"

"Guess so."  Another couple of coughs followed that short speech.   Dave
groped around trying to find his clothes and therefore his hip flask and
liquid.

"I'll get the thermos."  John had to straddle Dave's legs again to reach
the basket, glad that he had thought to put the thermos inside.  It was
difficult to concentrate on removing it from the basket, what with Dave
moving around under him.  The incidental contact was making John hard and
he was acutely aware that his ass was fully exposed to Dave and his for the
taking.  Please?  John thought, take me.

Dave reached forward, groping toward where the thermos should be.  He
bumped into a piece of back, but was more interested in finding the liquid
right now.

John felt elated when Dave's hand brushed against his bare back.  Dave did
want to do something.  Sitting upright, John leaned back into that touch,
wanting more.

"...ere is it?"  Dave kept his voice soft, in an effort to not provoke more
coughs.

At first, John wasn't sure what Dave meant, then he remembered that he was
supposed to be getting the cocoa for Dave so he wouldn't cough himself to
death.  John moved forward once more and lifted the thermos out of the
basket.  He quickly poured a cup of the cocoa for Dave, even though it was
now only lukewarm as opposed to hot.  Still, it was liquid.  Turning
slightly, John held the cup out to Dave.

"Here you go.  It's not hot anymore, but it should still be okay to drink."

Dave swallowed the milky liquid gratefully -- it eased itself down his
throat soothingly.   He drank the entire cup, then tried an experimental
cough -- which died down naturally by itself.  "That's better.   Thanks."

"You're welcome," John smiled.  "Would you like some more?   There's not
much left."

"Nah.  I'm 'kay now.  I think." Dave put his hands on Carter's shoulders
and then moved down rubbing his back.  He didn't enjoy feeling vulnerable
or dependant -- and it seemed like he'd spent all day on his back foot,
responding to Carter rather than dictating the course of events.  He
remembered the back-rub that Carter had seemed to enjoy two weeks ago.
That would be fair -- a back-rub for cocoa when you choked, a fair
exchange.

Dave's hands felt warm on John's cool skin and he couldn't help but moan in
appreciation of what those hands were doing.  "That feels good.  I guess
falling asleep on a floor wasn't the smartest thing for us to do."  He
arched his back in an attempt to give Dave even more access to his aching
muscles than before.

Dave smiled.  That moan was good.  That moan was the kind of thing he'd
been doing at Carter's touch.  It was now time for Carter to do some
screaming.  Oh yeah.  Dave's erection, which had abated as he choked, began
flickering to life again.  "Come closer."  Dave dug his palms into Carter's
back -- beginning to work in earnest now.

John raised up a bit, then scooted backward on Dave's legs until he was
perched on those muscular and massive thighs.  "This where you want me?"
John asked as Dave's hands on his back worked another moan out of John's
throat.

The moan answered the question quite satisfactorily to Dave's mind.
"Yeah."  He wanted Carter to be as needy for him as he'd been for Carter
earlier.  He needed Carter to be that needy.  "You like this?"   Dave worked
his fingers along one rib at a time, pressing into the spaces between them.

"Oh, yeah.  This feels so good.  I didn't realize how much my body was
aching until you started to massage it.  Thanks."  John's cock was getting
harder from the contact, even though John didn't sense anything erotic or
sensual in the way Dave was touching him.  But then, considering the
position that John was in on Dave's legs, Dave could have just touched him
with a fingertip and John's cock would have responded. "Don't stop." John
moaned.

"I won't."  Dave moved his thumbs up and down Carter's spine -- pressing
into the ridges.  "How good?" Dave's cock twitched again -- it wanted
Carter to need him, to need him desperately.

"Very good."  John said.  He wasn't sure how Dave would handle it if he
told him that it was so good it had made him hard.  Would Dave find it
repulsive and back away?  Or would Dave find it a turn on and want to do
more?  John belatedly realized that he was still holding onto the thermos
and he screwed the cap back on, then carefully set it on the floor.  With
his hands now free, John reached down and began to softly stroke the tops
of Dave's thighs, or at least the parts he could reach.  Then John decided
to be bold and truthful.  If Dave ran, then it was best to find out now
that Dave felt that way.  "So good that you've made me hard, Dave."

Dave reached forward and felt Carter's cock -- it was hard all right.  And
Dave felt himself harden in sympathy as he touched the redwood.  He
massaged Carter's balls as he leaned forward and kissed the back of
Carter's neck, and felt his own cock brush across Carter's back.  "So
why're you hard for me?"

John sighed and closed his eyes as he felt Dave's lips on his neck.  He
loved Dave, no matter how much he tried to convince himself that it was
wrong, or that he was doing fine with changing that love to mere
friendship, John couldn't deny it was still love.  But he couldn't tell
Dave that.  "Your touch is warm and it feels good.  God..." John tilted his
head to one side so Dave could have better access to his neck and he
repeated, "God," with a sigh.

That was what Dave wanted to hear.  He grinned, and lowered one hand
between his thighs, and raised it to Carter's butt, quickly finding the
hole.  You wouldn't think that something that looked like a butt hole could
be so much fun.  He moved a finger around the rim of it slowly.

John couldn't help but move his ass down toward Dave's finger.  "If you
keep doing things like that, then I'll come right here and now, Dave," he
lightly said.  What he really wanted was to feel Dave's cock where that
finger was now playing around.

Dave released Carter's cock.  The guy was way too much in control of
himself.  Dave had a strong idea that if Carter were doing this to him, he
wouldn't be able to string more than a few words together -- never mind
make grammatically correct sentences.  Instead, he moved his front-most
hand upwards, finding one of Carter's nipples, and circling and plucking
that -- echoing the movements with the finger at the asshole.

John gasped when Dave's hand left his cock, but it turned into yet another
moan when Dave's hand found a nipple and started to play with it.  Dave was
definitely a fast learner, although John had noticed that about him on New
Year's.  "What's that saying they tell med students?  See one, do one,
teach one, I think it goes.  You've definitely learned how to do this
right."  John leaned back until he could feel Dave's chest against his
spine.  "I wish this day would never end."  John sighed.

"You like it, eh?"  It still wasn't good enough though -- complete
sentences weren't a good sign at all.  Dave expanded the operations to
include kissing the vertebrae, and moving his tongue along each line of
rib.

There were too many sensations pulsing through John's body for him to be
able to recognize them all.  The kissing, Dave's tongue caressing him, the
fingers on his nipple, the finger toying with his ass -- just too much.  A
sound erupted from deep inside his throat, a cross between a groan and a
whimper.  "Yes," John finally managed to say.  "God, yes."

"Yes."  Dave echoed, triumphantly -- he was on his way.  "That's right, I'm
your God."  His finger began to push at the entrance to Carter's hole.
"Who's your God."

"You are."  THIS was the Dave from New Year's Eve.  The Dave that had taken
him with no mercy out on the dance floor.  "You are my one and only.  God,
please don't stop.  Deeper.  Go deeper."  That sounded like an order and
you didn't order a god around.  "Please?  I need to feel you all the way in
me."  John wriggled in an effort to push his body down so he would be
impaled on that wonderful finger.  "Please?"

Dave grinned wider still, and looked around for the lube Carter had used.
He saw the nearly empty bottle of sunscreen and snagged it with one hand,
then squirted it onto the hand that was getting all the action -- then
tried to push some of the pool up Carter's anus, and smeared his fingers
thickly with the rest.  He poked one narrow finger into Carter's hole --
searching for the prostate -- teasing it.  "Like this?  I'm your God.
What's my name?"

John needed Dave to be deeper and he pushed back onto that finger, rocking
his body on it, making it brush against his prostate, although he really
didn't want to think about the mechanics of why he felt good with Dave's
finger up his ass.  He wanted to believe that it felt good because it was
DAVE'S finger there and only because of that.  "Dave.  Your name is Dave.
Dr. Dave.  God.  My...God."  John didn't know which was the answer Dave was
looking for and he didn't really care -- not as long as Dave didn't stop
what he was doing.

Dave pushed a second finger inside.  "I'm God Dave.  And your ass is
mine."  The fingers were pushing in and out in time with Carter's rocking.
"And your cock is mine.  And your balls are mine.  And your nipples are
mine.  And your mouth is mine.  And your back is mine.  And your scars are
mine.  And you are mine."

"All yours."  John agreed as he felt his muscles stretch to accommodate
another finger.  Dave had such wonderful fingers, John thought.  "Your
fingers are perfect," he said.  "Thick and long and strong.  And I can't
get enough of them.  Or your cock."  John said, his voice hoarse with
passion.  Just saying the word 'cock' reminded him that his own was hard
and he reached down to stroke it in time with his movements.

"Say it.  Say all the bits of you that are mine."  Dave pushed his third
finger inside Carter.  "Say that I'm your God.  Say it."  Dave found
himself breathing hard too.  "Say it."  He moved his spare arm around
Carter's front, to pull him back further onto the fingers -- and found the
hard cock, and Carter's own hand.

"Don't touch it.  That cock's mine.  All of you is mine."  Dave felt for
the hand and intertwined his fingers with it.  "Mine."

John groaned loudly as yet another finger penetrated him.  He found himself
melting inside as Dave once more got demanding, even claiming his hand.
"All of me is yours.  My cock is yours, my balls are yours, my ass is
yours," John flexed his sphincter muscles at that, tightening them around
Dave's fingers.  "My lips are yours, my tongue is yours, my mouth is yours,
my ears are yours, my fingers are yours, my hands are yours, my neck is
yours, my nipples are yours..." John tightened his fingers around those
that were intertwined with them as the three fingers inside his ass began
to move.  "Please?"  John begged.  "Make love to me?   Take me, claim me.
Fill me.  Come in me until you can't come anymore, Dave.  Please?"


To be continued