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"From The Top", Part 18/33
By Clotho (clothomoerae@hotmail.com) and Cathy (huntersglenn@yahoo.com)

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John parted his lips, content then to let Dave have his way with him.  He
was truly too tired to put out much effort and had decided it would be nice
to enjoy having someone make love to him.  Or not, as the case may be with
Dave, he thought.  But it didn't matter.  If Dave didn't care, then Dave
wouldn't have had sex with him when they were skating and now...well, it
had to mean something.  John wrapped his arms around Dave's body, caressing
his back and sides as he reveled in the skin to skin contact, enjoying the
feel of Dave's chest hair against his own smooth chest.

Dave pushed his tongue into Carter's mouth -- feeling his teeth, and the
slickness of his tongue.  This was good.  This was so, so good.  And
Carter's hands were roving over Dave's back and sides, in unexpected random
patterns.  It was so good.  Dave pushed a leg over Carter's body so he was
straddling the other man, and, taking most of his weight on his forearms,
continued to kiss him -- reveling in the warmth of the skin, the dampness
of his mouth, the aliveness of the whole, and the pliability of all but the
redwood digging into his abdomen.

The only thing that could be better was if Dave were as naked as he, John
thought.  But there was no way for him to reach the zipper of Dave's pants
and he didn't want him to move anyway.  It felt good to have the weight of
Dave's body above him, on him.  Pinning him to the bed.  John moved a hand
up to Dave's shoulder, then along the bicep to his forearm and trailed his
fingers over the back of Dave's hand before making the return trip to
Dave's back.  Suddenly unable to be content with Dave's tongue having free
rein in his mouth, John captured it, sucking greedily.

God.  Dave didn't know if he needed to be inside Carter or Carter needed to
be inside him, but he knew that the two layers of fabric between their
cocks were far, far too many layers.  Carter was pulling him inside, so far
inside that he was almost lost.  Dave whimpered and tried to push his
tongue even further in.

John sucked harder, trying to spread his legs so there would be a
comfortable vee for Dave to rest in, but John's legs met the resistance of
Dave's hard thighs and the roughness of the denim of Dave's pants felt good
against the skin of John's thighs.  He suddenly felt the need to breathe
and he twisted his head away from Dave's.  "Need...air."

John grinned up at Dave as he caught his breath.  Then he nodded.  "Okay.
Let's do that again."

"Sure.  Second."  Dave knelt upright, and undid the waistband and zip of
his jeans, but he was too impatient to renew the kiss to actually remove
the jeans themselves, they'd have to wait for later.  He grinned at Carter
as he lay down on top of him again.  This was just good.

John reached up and pulled his head down, then his lips traveled over
Dave's face, kissing his chin, his cheeks, his nose and then his lips,
parting his own once more in invitation. "God," John breathed as his lips
met Dave's.

"Yeah, I know."  Dave let one of his hands entangle in Carter's hair --
feeling each strand that rolled between his thumb and forefinger, and the
firm texture of the scalp.  "I know."  Then he dived back into Carter's
mouth

John was able to hold out longer before coming up for air again, and when
he pulled away he tenderly touched Dave's lips with a single finger,
wondering if his own lips were as swollen and bruised as Dave's appeared.
The intense look in Dave's eyes was enough to take John's breath away and
he closed his eyes against the sight, wanting to catch his breath so they
could keep kissing.  They could kiss all night and John wouldn't complain,
it was that good.  "More?  Please?" John asked as he opened his eyes.

"Sure."  Dave gave Carter a quick peck on the lips, but then rolled off him
onto one side -- his shoulder muscles were getting cramped form the long
time in one position and the weight they had been bearing.  He gave his
jeans and shorts a push down to get the journey to the floor started, but
then opened his arms to Carter.  "Come here."

John cuddled up beside Dave, stretching his body along side the other man's
and settling into Dave's waiting arms.  "I really like your exams, Dr.
Dave," John said with an impish grin.  "Do you perform these often or do
you reserve them for special patients?"  Okay, he was fishing for a
compliment of some kind, but what the Hell?

Dave wiggled his body forward, moulding it firmly to Carter's.  "No one
ever needed an exam like this before."  Even as he spoke Dave recoiled a
little in horror at what he'd said, but then decided the best way to not
get an answer was kiss Carter.  So he did so -- very thoroughly.

Now that there was more of Dave's body to feel, John enjoyed that kiss even
more.  He only had one hand that was really free to move and he slid it
over Dave's hip, then cupped his buttock, kneading the muscle there for a
bit and pulling Dave's body even closer.  The jeans were still in the way
though and he brought up a foot and tried to use it to push the pants the
rest of the way off Dave's body -- and not succeeding too well.

Dave frowned as the annoying pants stayed above his knees once again.  It
was time to deal with them properly.  He kicked his sneakers off, the stood
up on the bed to get the jeans finally off.

John gazed up at Dave, not at all worried that the man would fall on him as
the movement of the bed kept him unsteady as he struggled with his jeans.
Dave was a magnificent being to behold, especially from that angle and as
soon as one leg was free, John ran a hand up it as far as he could reach
which ended up being nearly halfway up Dave's thigh -- and shy of his cock
and balls.  "Take your time," John said, thoroughly enjoying the view.
"I'm okay with this position."

Dave grinned as he pulled the jeans off.  "Glad to hear it."  Carter looked
pretty good from above too.  Still...as he was up here. Dave gave a small
jump, and put his legs out flat -- ready to land prone on the bed beside
Carter.

John's body bounced when Dave landed on the bed and he was sure he heard
the sound of wood cracking or maybe even splintering.  "Uh, Dave...you
didn't just break the bed, did you?"

"Um.  Don't think so."  He hoped not anyway.  But there was undoubtedly
something a little pointed poking into his back.  But neither of them were
on the floor -- and that was what counted.  "Doesn't matter."

"Okay."  It was Dave's bed and he should know if it had broken.  He
grinned.  "So, what next, Dr. Dave?"

Dave looked for wherever the oil had got to, and threw the container to
Carter.  "This?"  Then he ran a hand down Carter's body.   "And this."  And
kissed Carter's lips.  "And this."

John looked from the oil to Dave and then back at the oil.  "I'm lost.  I
got the kissing part, but..."

"Ya know, ya put it on and then ya fit."

John slowly smiled. "Oh, I see.  *You* want an internal exam."  He opened
the bottle of oil and poured a generous amount into his hand, then rolled
to his back and spread his legs so that Dave had a good show as he began to
rub the oil onto his cock.  "Do you think I've applied enough or should I
put some more oil there?"

The cock was huge.  Dave looked at it, and at Carter's hands playing with
it.  "More.  It's big."  He reached for the oil himself, and got some to
help coat the glistening redwood.

John pointedly stared at Dave's cock.  "Yours is bigger," he said, then he
softly gasped as Dave's hand touched him, rubbing the oil into his heated
skin.  "I...I'll need to prepare you, too."  John finally said, eagerly
looking forward to Dave's reactions when his fingers tenderly spread the
oil on the skin around his anus, making him ready.

"Yep."  When the oil in his hand was gone Dave lay back eager and waiting
for Carter to touch him.  The redwood was huge and hard and it would split
him in two again, and he couldn't wait for that to happen.

John settled between Dave's legs and lovingly stroked that massive cock,
then caressed Dave's heavy balls, admiring the heft of them in his hands.
"God, you're so beautiful.  So perfect," John said as he ran his fingertip
from the base of Dave's cock to the tip.  John made sure he had plenty of
oil on his fingers before he closed the cap on the bottle and set the oil
aside.  "Lift your thighs for me and spread your legs some more, okay?"
John asked after he placed a kiss on the crown of Dave's cock.

"Mmmmm, God."  Dave did so -- imitating the movements he'd made holding his
thighs the first time Carter had fucked him.  He remembered that briefly --
he'd been so scared, and now he knew how good it was.  And how Carter
touched him and played with him, and did things.  And it was good, good,
good.

"Perfect," John repeated as Dave's pink asshole was revealed to him.  He
ran his finger in a circle around it, watching it contract and knowing Dave
couldn't control that movement -- it was pure reflex.  As John's finger
slowly disappeared into that perfect hole, he looked at Dave's face,
wanting to see if the hot and tight opening being probed felt as good to
Dave as it usually felt for John when he was on the receiving end.  "Just
perfect."

"Mmm.  Oh, God."  Dave tightened his ass sucking the finger further in.  He
wanted and needed more.  But even one finger was wide, so wide.  Carter
would stretch him again, and more than this -- and he needed it, and knew
it would happen, but he didn't understand how it could.  "More.  Please.
God."

"As you wish," John replied and he slipped a second finger in beside the
first, letting them go all the way in before twisting and turning them,
stretching Dave so that it would feel good and not painful when it was time
for something larger.  John gauged his actions by Dave's reactions, each
moan and exhortation resulting in another twist, a scissoring and finally
another finger.  And then John felt Dave was ready and he inched forward on
his knees, pushing Dave's thighs higher so that he could get his own thighs
under Dave's buttocks.  "Ready?" John asked, his cock head hovering just
outside the entrance to that sweet pleasure.

"Yes.  Please."  Dave could feel Carter's legs touching him.  He needed
more -- not only the legs, and not even only the cock, but hands and
kissing and touching all over.  "More.  Now."

"As you wish," John said as he slowly pushed inside of Dave.  He bit back a
gasp as the heat and tightness of Dave's body engulfed him.  As his cock
disappeared into that velvety warmth, he braced his hands against Dave's
thighs, holding on as much as he was holding Dave's legs back.

Dave felt himself being pushed wide open by Carter.  He breathed in, then
exhaled suddenly wondering if it was like this for an addict getting a fix,
the painful pleasure of a needle entering a vein, and knowing that bliss
was only a few moments away.  He wiggled to make it happen faster.

Dave's movements inflamed John and he bucked his hips, sliding the rest of
the way until their bodies were joined.  Turning his head, he kissed Dave's
thigh, then ran his tongue along the tender skin found there.  It felt good
to just be inside of Dave, but he knew it would feel even better once he
started to move.  "Ready?"  John asked as he turned his head so he could
run his tongue along the other thigh.

Dave felt a multiplicity of sensations, the smooth dampness tickling his
thigh, the tightness in his ass -- it felt like Carter got bigger every
time this happened, the warmth of Carter's hands.  He pushed his hands
against the bedspread, trying to impale himself further on Carter.  "Yes."

Intent on pleasing Dave, John began to slowly pull back, not stopping until
he was nearly out of his lover.  And then he slowly went back in.  Over and
over again he repeated those motions, keeping the tempo slow and even while
his tongue and lips played upon Dave's legs.

It was starting again -- working its way toward a fore-ordained inevitable
conclusion.  "Please.  God."  Tantalizingly slow.  And being touched in
other places, too.  Carter playing his body like some kind of instrument.
He breathed in, needing Carter to go faster.  "You own me.  I'm yours."

John slowly smiled and he pushed all the way in and stopped, then bent
double so he could kiss Dave's lips.  Doing so stretched his muscles beyond
belief and it hurt, but John just had to get to those lips.  Not quite
close enough for a deep kiss, John brushed his lips against Dave's.  "I
know," he whispered against them.  Then he resumed his former position.
His eyes saw the vivid bruises on Dave's thighs and he remembered that Dave
had had a bad encounter with a tree on their skating outing.  John tenderly
kissed the edges of the bruises, then made sure that his hands stayed far
from them as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

The kiss had been good beyond belief, and Dave felt the traces of it on his
lips as Carter's thrusts picked up speed.  He ran his tongue around the
still tingling lips -- needing that and every bit of contact that Carter
could give him.  He, himself, was hard -- hard almost to the bursting point
by what Carter was doing to him.  "God.  Oh God.  Please.   Carter."

John had been so lost in pleasing Dave that he had almost forgotten that
Dave liked to talk during sex.  He grinned. "Yeah, Dave...you like this,
don't you?  Do you know how hot and tight you are?  Do you know how good it
feels to be inside of you?"

"You own me.  Take me.  Please.  God."  Carter's breath was hot, and
wherever their bodies touched Dave seemed to have ten or twenty or a
thousand times as many nerve endings as the textbooks said he should.
Waves of pleasure rocketed through Dave from his prostate to the ends of
every hair or nail on his body.  "I'm yours."

"Mine," John agreed, his heart about to burst at hearing Dave's words.
Surely Dave meant what he said.  He had to mean those words.  "All mine,"
he repeated.  His own need tore at him, urging him to go faster, thrust
harder, fill Dave completely.  But he fought against those urges because he
wanted to bring more pleasure to Dave.  So much pleasure that Dave would
have to beg for him to come, just to end the exquisite agony.  John's mouth
took on a new intensity against Dave's skin.  No longer content to lick and
kiss, he sucked and marked.  Dave was his and his alone.  No other man
could touch Dave.  No other man could look at that gorgeous body.  "Tell me
again," he ordered.  "Tell me."

"God, I'm yours.  You own me."  But it wasn't just the redwood thrusting
inside him, Dave was aware that even his thigh was being sucked inside
Carter.  "Yes.  Mark me.  Own me.  Make me yours.  Again and again and
again."

"Yes," John moaned and this time he lost the battle with his body's
urging.  He thrust harder, deeper, longer, faster.  In and out and out and
in, over and over.  His hands tightened on the back of Dave's thighs as his
orgasm neared.

"Yes," Dave echoed.  "Yes."  The movements were frantic -- flashing red hot
images on his brain. "Yes."  Carter deep inside him.  "Yes."   Miniature
Carters spilling out of the redwood, infecting every cell of his body.
"Yes."  Carter touching and possessing all of him at one glorious instant.
"Yes."

John's mind went blank as his body took control -- his legs came out from
under Dave's buttocks, and as he thrust home one last time, a low
"Yesssss," ripped from his throat.  Even as his semen filled Dave, john
tried to get further inside, tried to bury himself there so they would stay
joined forever.  As his cock ceased throbbing, the energy drained from
John's body and he collapsed onto Dave's stomach, totally and completely
spent.  "Yes," he whispered.

Carter's skin finally touching his was enough to send Dave over the brink
he'd been teetering on for so long.  He came, spasming again and again and
again -- the liquid sandwiched between their abdomens ready to act as a
glue.  Dave put his arms around Carter and repeated "Yes" one last time.

"All mine," John murmured against Dave's furry chest.  He carefully placed
a kiss there even as his heavy eyelids closed.  Giving in to the exhaustion
from his day, he knew that Dave wouldn't let him rest for long, but he was
reluctant to pull out of Dave.  If he were lucky, Dave would let him have
five minutes of sleep.  And if he were really lucky, then Dave wouldn't
make him move until he had slept for ten or fifteen minutes.  Content and
sated, John nuzzled his cheek against Dave's chest and gave in to sleep.

Dave tightened his arms around Carter, very glad that he wasn't making any
attempts to move yet.  Dave was utterly satiated himself, and lay for a few
minutes, happy to feel Carter's heart beating next to his.  Then he kissed
the top of Carter's head that lay conveniently closely on his chest, only
to be rewarded by a mild snore.

Dave looked down at the guy, but he was definitely asleep, not playing
possum or joking.  He had an idea he was supposed to be miffed about things
like this, but he was happy.  If Carter was asleep then he wouldn't be
pulling out anytime soon, or moving, or doing anything other than lying
next to him, skin to skin -- almost breath to breath.

Dave cuddled Carter happily, then reached out to bring the bedspread over
Carter's back so he wouldn't get cold and wake up.


Dave woke his usual two minutes before his alarm, and was immediately aware
that something was different.  Very different.  He looked beside him, and
saw Carter looking impossibly innocent and cute lying next to him.  Shit.
He'd woken up to Carter a couple of times now, but this was different.
This was his place and somehow that made a difference.  This wasn't a gold
brick mansion.  It was just an apartment -- true it was a far nicer
apartment than the one he'd grown up in, but someone from gold brick
mansion probably wouldn't notice the difference between them.

And he and Carter were thoroughly intertwined.  Legs and arms and bits of
bedspread seemed to be lying everywhere.  Most important though was
Carter's head with its brown hair lying next to him.  Dave cautiously
pulled on an arm, and extracted it from whichever bit of Carter it had been
squashed next to.  He wavered, unsure of whether to risk waking Carter up
by pushing some hair out of his eyes, or not.

Then the phone rang shrilly in the early morning quiet.  Shit.  Dave tried
to pull himself away hastily.

John became aware that he wasn't in bed alone.  There was a telephone
ringing impossibly close to him and something or someone was there with him
and moving.  He let out a yelp as a knee found a tender spot and he opened
his eyes to discover the identity of his tormentor.

Dave saw Carter's brown eyes slowly open in front of him, and the insistent
noise of the phone's ring faded into the background.  "Uh, Hi."

John smiled.  "Hey.  Don't you think you should answer that?"

"*You* try reaching it from here."  Dave pulled on his other hand, and
managed to extract it from the folds of the bedspread.  Even as he spoke,
he reached across Carter to the bedside extension of the phone, Carter's
face was very close to his now, and in the second before he picked it off
the hook he gave in and pecked Carter on the lips.

As the kiss ended, John slowly stretched to work out the morning kinks from
his muscles.  And it *was* morning, the light filtering through the window
blinds told him that much.  Dave had let him stay all night.  Happy, John
wrapped his arms around Dave, holding him in place while he started to
place kisses on his collarbone.

"Mmmrrrr."  Those little kisses were good.  Dave dropped the phone receiver
in response to them, letting it clatter down onto the floor, then lifted
his head to give Carter better access to his neck.

John placed small kisses on the exposed skin, but then he heard a faint
voice calling out 'Hello?  Hello?'

"Uh, Dave, I think that someone's on the phone," John said, but he didn't
stop his kisses.

Dave groaned, and tried to simultaneously grind his body ever closer to the
source of the kisses, and move away to give Carter more access.  He reached
across Carter for the phone, but couldn't quite reach it -- and Carter was
obviously far too intent on the kissing to be any help.  Dave wiggled until
his legs were half on top of Carter's, before he tried reaching for the
phone again -- this seemed like it might turn into a battle of wills.

"And it's Six Twenty-five on a Frrrrrrroooooosssssstyyyyyyy winter morning,
so to all of you out there who don't need to get up
ssssssttttttttaaaaaaaayyyyy in bed.  And for those suckers that do here's
Jimmy Cliff with 'I Can See Clearly'."

After Dave switched positions, John saw a new opportunity.  Dave seemed to
be having trouble answering the phone while being kissed, so John stopped
that.  "Go ahead, I won't kiss you to distract you."

Dave thumped the top of his clock radio to give nine minutes peace.  He was
a bit disappointed that Carter had stopped kissing -- but phones didn't
usually ring before six-thirty.  "Okay."  He reached over the side of the
bed and grabbed the receiver from the floor.  "Yeah?"

"Is this Dr. Malucci?  Dr. David Malucci?"  A male voice asked.

Grinning, John let his hands skim down Dave's back to cup his ass.  It was
such a nice, firm ass, John thought.

"Uh, yes.  Who is it? "  Dave arched his back into Carter's caress, and
successfully prevented his voice rising an octave.  " What is it?"

John's tongue snaked out to draw circles on the nearest part of Dave's
body, which happened to be the side of his chest, and his hands began to
knead Dave's buttocks, trying to work their way lower.

"This is Jonathan Carter.  I'm sorry to bother you so early in the morning,
but, John apparently didn't return home last night and we were hoping that
you knew his whereabouts?"

Dave gave Carter a horrified look.  "Um.  No.  Carter's not here.   Why'd he
be here?"  Dave tightened his butt muscles as Carter poked into them.
"Um.  He coulda crashed somewhere."

John stopped his tormenting as he heard his name mentioned and he looked up
to see a decidedly odd look on Dave's face.  "What?" he asked.   "Who is
it?"

"Crashed?  You think he was in an accident?  Good Lord, I pray nothing of
the kind has happened.  I'm sorry I bothered you while you have company,
Dr. Malucci.  I'll let you go and start calling the hospitals.  But,
please, if you *do* hear from John, will you tell him to call us?"

"No.  No company.  And no, not crashed like that.  Just crashed.   Ya know,
stayed over at a friend's place.  Not hurt, just ya know, tired and
crashed."  Dave tensed his entire body as he spoke, then mouthed softly to
Carter.  *Your family*.


To be continued