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"From The Top", Part 27/33
By Clotho (clothomoerae@hotmail.com) and Cathy (huntersglenn@yahoo.com)

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"So, did I miss anything good?"  John asked Dave.

Dave grinned, and gestured toward a table loaded with beer and food. "The
good stuff came."  He grabbed a potato skin, loaded it up with chili and
sour cream and brought it to his mouth.  "Man, this is good.  I'm
starving."

John saw his cheeseburger had also arrived.  "Looks good.  So, Jimbo was
saying something about the next game?"

Dave nodded.  "Saturday week.  We play the BITERS."  Dave raised his voice
on the last word to cut across the crowded bar.

In a second an answering "TEDDYBEARS" drifted back.

Dave grinned and grabbed another potato skin.

"Maybe I'll come see you play...if I can get the night off, that is.  I had
a great time."  John reached for his cheeseburger and found it tasted just
as good as it had the first time he had been there with Dave.

Dave wrinkled his nose.  "Maybe.  I've gotta see about those shifts too.
Weaver just doesn't understand sports schedules and training."  A second
later another potato skin loaded with sour cream entered Dave's mouth.

"It's always a pain, isn't it?  I mean...damn," John heard the low ringing
of his cell phone and he grabbed it, frowning since he didn't recognize the
number.  "Excuse me."  He headed toward the door to answer the call and
found himself wishing he hadn't.  It was The Kenner Institute, calling to
see if he could come by to talk with his cousin Chase, who was having some
kind of problem.  The woman on the phone wouldn't go into details.  John
ended up telling her that he'd do his best to drop by in the morning and
when she thanked him she emphasized how important it was for him to show
up.  After hanging up, John dialed Weaver's cell phone, knowing that no
matter where she was, he could reach her on it.  But he got her voice mail
and ended up leaving a message telling her that he had a family emergency
of sorts and could he be late in the morning.  Then he returned to his
seat.  He had been feeling so good about things -- Jimbo was clueless about
Dave as were Dave's other teammates, and now this.  What could be wrong
with Chase, he wondered.

Dave turned in his seat to see Carter heading back, and took another slurp
of his beer, and found that he'd emptied his glass.  He looked at it sadly
for a moment.  Sammy seemed to have the same problem, and began to signal
Roxanne since all the pitchers were also empty, when Marie gave him an
unsubtle dig in the ribs, "You're working tomorrow and it's after ten."

Dave looked at his own glass again, and sighed.  After match functions WERE
better when there wasn't a shift the next day.

John was distracted by thoughts of his cousin and he barely noticed when
the team and their wives and girlfriends started to leave.  Marie had to
speak to him twice to tell him goodbye, and he apologized quickly to her
for that.

Marie smiled.  "Don't worry about it.  It's getting late.  I hope we see
you at more of the games, John.  It was nice to meet you."

Sammy echoed his wife's words and John found himself feeling the same way.
"As long as my shifts allow it, I'll be there.  I had a great time."   He
shook Sammy's hand and then sat back down as the couple left.  Soon the
only ones left were John, Dave and Jimbo.

"So, Jimbo, do you need a ride home?  I can drop you off at your place on
my way to Dave's," John offered.

Dave cast a suspicious glance at Carter.  "Yeah a ride would be good.  How
'bout you Jimbo?"

Jimbo nodded, and drained the last of his mug.  "Yeah.  Thanks.  A ride'd
be nice.  Dave's place is closer than mine though.  Could put me off there,
or Dave first?"

John finished the last of his soda, very conscious of Dave's gaze in his
direction.  He leaned back in his chair and smiled over at Jimbo.  "Okay.
I'll drop Dave off first and then take you home.  You two ready?"  John
figured he could drop off Jimbo and then head back to Dave's without a
problem and he hoped that Dave would figure that out as well.

Dave nodded, glad that Carter had got through that one.  "Sure am.   Jimbo?"

"Me too."  Jimbo got up, and made his way toward the bar to pay his tab.
Dave followed him in short order, and found Jimbo not only paying his own
tab but also Dave and Carter's.

"Hey."

"If you actually WANT to pay...."

"Nah.  Fine by me."

"What with gettin' a ride 'n all."

"Sure."  Dave turned toward Carter, and grinned -- glad that he could show
off the good nature of his friend.  "Jimbo took care of the last of it."

"What?"  John took a step toward Jimbo, knowing the man hadn't known that
John had offered to pay for the first pitchers of beer.  "You don't have to
do that, Jimbo."

Dave grinned.  "Already done."  Then began to make his way out the door and
toward the Jeep.  It had been a good evening.  Carter didn't seem to have
made any foul-ups, and it was good to see people getting on.  At the door
Dave half turned back.  "Com'on."

"Guess we had better get going," John said to Jimbo.  "Thanks for paying
and all."  John started to follow Dave out to the Jeep.

"Not a problem."  Jimbo grinned at Carter.

There was still snow on the ground from the falls earlier that day, and
Dave jumped up and down on the sidewalk by the Jeep, with his hands tucked
into his armpits as he waited for Carter and Jimbo -- most especially
Carter who had the keys.

"Keep your pants on, Malucci, I'm hurrying," John called out as he and
Jimbo walked quickly to the Jeep.  John unlocked the door, then headed to
his side and was in and buckling up before Dave was ready to go.  As soon
as he started the Jeep, John reached for the heat, turning it on full
blast.  "Okay, looks like I've got to depend on one or the other of you
*this* time.  How do I get to Dave's from here?" John asked with a laugh.
It was nice to have something to laugh about after getting that unsettling
news about Chase.

Dave glanced sideways at Carter.  They'd been in this situation before --
of course then they'd ended up at gold brick mansion.  And he wasn't drunk
this time, not really -- not at all, Carter was just going to drop him
off.  He grinned.  "Over the car bridges?"

John grinned.  "Car bridges would be helpful."

"Um, ahead?"  Dave wasn't too sure on this one

John looked up at Jimbo through the rear view mirror.  "Do you know how to
get to his place from here?"

Jimbo nodded.  "Sure.  Ahead."

"Told you."  Dave said.

About three traffic lights later Jimbo noticed that he was sitting on
something.  Something that wasn't a sports bag.   Something slithery and a
bit soft, and quite flat.  "Hey, you've got somethin' else in the back
here?"

Since there were stopped, John craned his head to look back. "Yeah, that's
my suit.  It must have fallen off the hook or something.  Can you hang it
up for me?"  John was now in a section of town that he recognized and he
knew he could get to Dave's without any further assistance.

"Uh sure."  Jimbo contorted himself to get the object out from under him.
"A suit.  You wear a suit to work, Malucci?"

"What?  No way.  Course not.  That's just Carter."

"You guys DO work in the same place right?"  Jimbo asked.

"Yeah," Dave replied.

"Then why...you *do* wear one don't you?"

"No, I *don't.  A suit?!  Com'on.  Can you see me in a suit?"

Jimbo laughed.  "I'd like to.  Could take you into Shortz and see if they
recognised you."

John snickered. "Dr. Dave here wouldn't be caught dead looking like a
doctor.  If he can't wear jeans and a scrub top, then he'd be lost and
quite unable to function as a doctor."

"Hey.  I could too work in a suit."  Dave's eyes flipped between Carter
beside him to Jimbo in the back. "But why? I mean, they're expensive and
people puke on them -- what's the point?"

"Point is, they make you look like a professional.  Someone people feel at
ease trusting with their aches and pains.  Plus, I happen to look damn good
in a suit," John said with a grin.

"Yeah.  Well."  Dave wasn't going to touch that one with a bargepole.   Not
the least because Carter did look damn sexy in a suit -- Dave felt himself
getting hard at the thought of it.  Damn.  Still they were coming up to his
place now.  "Chuck me my bag, Jimbo."

"Here goes."  A second later a sports bag was pushed through the gap
between the seat.

John pulled to a stop in front of the building and he turned to Dave.
"I'll see you later," he said.  Then he looked at Jimbo.  "You moving up to
the front seat?"

"Yep."  Dave jumped out.  "Good game guys."

"Bye."  John waited until Jimbo was in the passenger seat and then he
smiled at him.  "Where do you live, Jimbo?"

"'bout four blocks down."  Jimbo settled into the seat.  "It's a good
team."

"You guys play well together.  Must be fun."  John pulled out into the lane
and headed down the street.  "So, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a cop.  Over at the 53rd."

"Really?  I was over there once.  Arrested for obstruction of justice.   A
friend of mine bailed me out, so I didn't have to stay overnight.  Do they
let you plan your shifts around your games?"

Jimbo laughed.  "I wish.  I have to swap just like everyone else.   It's a
hell of a lot easier to swap to get Thursday night off than Saturday that's
for sure.   You should come along again -- always good to have our
supporters drowning out the other side."

"I will. I really had a good time."  John was sure he'd gone a few blocks.
"Are we almost there?"

"Uh yep.  This next corner is fine."  As the Jeep pulled to a stop, Jimbo
picked up his bag.  "Good you enjoyed it.  We'll have to have another drink
later."

"Sure," John said.  The door quickly shut and then John decided that to
make it look good he'd have to drive down the road a bit before taking
another route back to Dave's place.  Just the thought of having Dave all to
himself made his cock spring to life, but he fought down the desire to
speed.  He didn't want a traffic ticket or anything else to delay him in
reaching Dave.


Dave's apartment seemed very empty as Dave walked in.  It had been filled
with Carter all day.  If...if Jimbo hadn't needed a ride then maybe Carter
would be here now.  Dave shut that thought away -- Carter was driving, they
were both working tomorrow.  An image flashed into Dave's mind of Carter
wearing that suit and grinning at him.  Dammit -- he was hard as a rock.
It just wasn't fair.  Not fair at all.  Dave wandered into the bathroom and
saw that Carter had left a small bag in there.  It was tangible, real. Dave
picked up the bag and looked in it.  There was a box of condoms in there.
He shut the bag hastily -- not wanting to think about the condoms and what
they implied, but having his mind take him there remorselessly anyway.
Condoms.  Carter had come here expecting sex.  That was the only reason to
bring condoms along.  He could have guessed it anyway from those
pants...but who knew where Carter wore those things?  Dave bit his lip, and
dropped the bag.  Just don't think about it.  He couldn't help thinking
about it.  He was rock hard, he was thinking of Carter and...and Carter had
come here before expecting sex.  Dave didn't like that idea, or maybe he
did, his cock was twitching, liking the idea.  He wanted...Dave didn't know
what he wanted, it was too hard, far too hard.  He abruptly turned and
walked out of the bathroom heading toward the kitchen.  Dave took a slug of
the whiskey, and felt the way it burned a path down to his stomach with
relief.  The whiskey would make things simple again -- as simple as they'd
been when Carter was here.  It had to.  He touched his cock, even through
the clothes it was eager for stimulation.  Dammit, dammit, dammit.  Why
couldn't thinking about Chuny or Randi do this to him?  Why, when he
screwed his eyes shut, and touched his cock, was it Carter's face that he
saw?


His garment bag slung over his shoulder, John walked away from his Jeep and
to Dave's building.  He had ended up having to park about a block away,
which wasn't necessarily a bad thing considering that Jimbo lived not too
far away.  No need to advertise his presence at Dave's, he thought.  As he
walked, John couldn't keep his mind off of Chase.  What was going on with
him that the Kenner Institute had resorted to calling him for help?  Chase
was still on his mind as he stopped outside Dave's door.  He took a deep
breath, reminding himself that Chase wasn't Dave's problem and there was no
need to burden him with the details.  Dave didn't like to hear about his
problems, John thought, and for good reason.  He had enough of them to
strangle a horse.  Putting on his most serene face, John knocked on the
door, suddenly anxious to be inside and alone with Dave in their own little
world once more.

Dave jumped at the sound of the knock, then trotted toward the door.  It
could be anyone...collectors for some charity, an axe-murderer,
Carter....why Carter?  Dave took a deep breath then opened the door, and
saw Carter standing there.  He looked wonderful.  Wonderful.  Dave didn't
want to have to think anymore.  Thinking only gave him problems.  He
smiled, then let the smile widen to a grin.  "Uh, come in."

John couldn't help but smile when Dave opened the door with a smile of his
own.  "Thanks.  Sorry it took so long to get back here after dropping off
Jimbo."  He walked into the apartment, shutting the door behind him.

"Uh.  Not a problem."  Dave shrugged, obviously Carter had intended to come
back here tonight right from the start.  What did that mean?  He didn't
know.  There seemed to be a lot that he didn't know.  He followed Carter
though to his living room area.  The guy looked so damn sexy standing
there.  "um want a drink?"

"Sure.  Do you have any juice or is there any soda left over?"

John wasn't sure where to put the garment bag and for the life of him he
couldn't remember if Dave had a hook on the back of his bathroom door.
After the way Dave had been so...aggressive and agile earlier in the hockey
game, John couldn't really think of anything except how much he wanted to
be taken by Dave -- just like the way Dave had taken him back on New Year's
Eve, but John wasn't sure how to bring up *that* particular subject.  He
wasn't sure Dave would be too receptive to "Dave, claim me now like you did
then." -- nope, he was pretty sure that those words would make Dave run.
So he chose a nice and neutral topic.  John held up the garment bag.
"Where can I hang this?"

Dave walked into the kitchen in a daze, and poured some random liquid into
a glass for Carter.  "Yeah, there's a..." he walked out with the glass and
handed it to Carter.  The guy was standing there, looking innocent and
smooth and sexy as hell.  Dave wanted to bury his cock in the guy.  He was
the puck and Carter was the goal.  So smooth and sexy.  Dave handed Carter
the glass, then looked in bemusement at the bag.  Carter wanted the bag
hung up.  The bag.  A bag full of Carter's immaculate suit.  That hung off
his body, outlining it.  Dave felt his cock straining against his jeans.
Damnit.   He needed it.  Dave's mind seemed to be operating very slowly.
There was a closet in his bedroom.  He grabbed the bag.  "Here."

"Thanks," John took a large gulp of the cool liquid, needing it quite a
bit.  He followed Dave into the bedroom.  "You were great out there
tonight."

"Thanks.  Yeah, I was."  Dave took a shaky breath, then hooked the bag onto
the rod, and turned to face Carter.  The guy was so damn sexy, and...he'd
been drinking, it was okay -- allowed.  Dave walked toward Carter, and
began pulling the shirt from the khaki pants, before running his hands
around Carter's smooth flesh.  It was silky smooth, and Dave was hard, hard
as diamond.  He dodged round behind Carter, and pressed himself against and
into that sexy butt, all the time keeping his hands moving over Carter's
chest and thorax.  "You're staying a while?"

"All night if you want me," John replied, pushing his ass toward Dave.  He
could feel that hardness through all the material -- the jeans, his cotton
pants.  He wanted it in him.  God, but he *needed* it in him.  "Every time
you pushed some guy out of the way, I kept thinking of how hard your body
is.  All those muscles and just what they do to me.  You were...damn hot."
John tried to reach behind his body to touch Dave -- any part of Dave that
he could touch would do.

Dave lowered his hands and began to undo Carter's belt.  It was just a
belt, he'd be able to manage it, and then...Dave was distracted for a
moment by Carter's hands on his hips - even through the jeans they felt
hot, then he resumed his task.  Belt undone, button and fly undone, and
pants down.  It had to happen, it had to.  Dave grunted, "It's harder
now."  It was, he was hard, so hard, and he needed to be buried in Carter.

John felt his insides melt as Dave's hands roved over his body and then set
to work to undo his clothing.  Standing there, with his pants puddled
around his ankles, John thought there was way too much material still
standing between him and the cock he so needed to feel impaled inside of
him.  Claiming him over and over again.  "Dave?" John's voice sounded shaky
and needy, even to his own ears.  "Fuck me hard.  Please fuck me.  I need
you so damn much."  John pressed his butt back again against Dave's hard
cock.  "Please?"

Dave pushed Carter forward a little.  "Onto the bed."  He needed to be in
him.  Up him.  Inside him.  Owning him.  Dave loooked around for the lube,
it had to be somewhere.

John kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, then shed his socks
and boxers.  He thought about taking off his shirt, too, but Dave hadn't
told him to remove that.  John climbed up onto the bed, his left side still
a little sore, but in his current condition he barely noticed the ache.
The only aches that he noticed were the ones that consumed him -- the ache
of his hard cock wanting release and the empty ache of his ass wanting to
be filled with Dave.  On all fours, John waited to see what Dave wanted
next, perfectly content to let Dave do whatever he wanted with him tonight.

Dave spotted the lube on the bedroom floor, and reached for it, uncapping
it and squeezing some out as he climbed onto the bed.   "Down."   He pushed
on Carter's back, wanting to be able to get over and around Carter easily.
He needed to.  And to get inside him quickly too.  Dave went straight for
the asshole, needing to get it ready for his cock as fast as possible.  His
cock was squashed inside his own jeans and demanding release -- but first
he had to get Carter ready to take him.  He moved one finger around the
opening, then slid into it.

John's entire body was alive as he stretched out on the top of the bed, his
legs spread for Dave.  Every inch of the quilt was felt, every stitch made
in that material was pressing into his body.  And then John felt Dave's
finger against his skin, slick with lube it teased him.  John felt his
sphincter muscles contract as Dave zeroed in on the core of his being.
"Dave...now.  I can't wait.  Fuck me now." John begged, his hands gathering
fistfuls of quilt as he pushed his pelvis up and off the bed, trying to
impale himself on that one finger.

Carter was ready, he had to be ready.  His cock was calling for Carter,
needing to be where his finger was retreating from.  Dave withdrew his
hand, and tried to release his jeans, but the finger was slick with lube.
It kept on slipping off, he couldn't get any grip on the buttons.  Dave
tried again, in mounting frustration -- but the buttons were even slicker
this time around.  He looked around, then wiped his hand on Carter's shirt,
and tried to get some of the worst of the lube off the buttons themselves
with the shirttail.  It worked.  With an exhalation of relief Dave released
his cock, and pushed his jeans down to knee level before mounting Carter.
He pushed his cock-head against Carter's hole.  "Ready?"

John could feel the heat emanating from Dave's cock head and he nodded
frantically at Dave's question.  "God, yes.  Been ready for you all night.
I need you now, Dave.  Do it."

Dave pushed himself forward and up and in.  Carter was tight and warm and
damp and good.  At the apex of his first movement Dave stopped and
balancing first on one elbow then the other pulled his jacket off, then his
T-shirt.  Then his chest was against the blue cotton of Carter's shirt,
Dave nuzzled the shirt for a second, then bit Carter through it.  "You're
mine."

John had to bite his bottom lip to keep from shouting from joy when he felt
Dave enter his body.  He needed Dave all the way in, so far inside of him
that he could never get out again.  All of his senses were focused on his
ass and what was starting to fill it -- and then he could feel the heat of
Dave's body through his shirt, the erect nipples, the hard muscles -- and
then Dave's mouth and teeth and Dave's declaration.  "God, yes," John cried
out.  "I will always belong to you.  Fuck, yes."  John jerked his hips
backward, trying to get more of Dave into his body.  "All yours."

Dave retreated nearly all the way out of Carter, then thrust forward
again.  His stick was so huge, and the goal so small, but it fitted, it
went in, all the way in.  Dave bit the other side.  "You're mine.   Your ass
is mine.  Your goal is mine.  No one scores in you but me."  He bit through
the shirt again, harder.  "Mine."

"Yours," John eagerly agreed.  "Only yours.  Fuck me hard, Dave, just like
the way you were hitting those guys out on the ice.  Hard and harder."

Dave thrust again.  "You're my goal.  I'm hitting into you."  And again, "I
score in you."  And again.  "Only I score in you."  And again.  "Only me."
He was going harder now, barely pausing for breath between thrusts.

"Yes," John kept repeating with every thrust that shook his body from his
ass to the top of his head.  His cock was being pushed back and forth over
the quilt, and the combination of the feelings was almost too much to
bear.  Almost.  John was determined to meet Dave thrust for thrust, even if
that did mean taking his cock away from the friction of the covers.

"You.  Defend.  'Gainst.  Everyone.  Else.  My.  Goal.   Mine.  Let.  Me.
In.  Mine."  Dave rocked back and forth, slamming himself into Carter.
Claiming him.  Owning him.  "Mine."

"Fuck, yes," John practically shouted.  He arched his back slightly so he
could move his hand under his belly.  Grabbing his own member, he began to
stroke it hard, just as hard as Dave was ramming into him.  The ferocity of
Dave's movements made it difficult for John to speak, but he didn't care.
He didn't need to say much.  All he needed was to be claimed.

It was coming.  Dave knew it was coming.  The crowd was roaring.  There was
a redness in front of his eyes.  A redness covering the entire arena.  One
last pass.  Out and In and SCORE.  And the pucks kept spurting out.  But
he'd scored, won, the game was over.  Won and over.

John could feel Dave's tense behind him and he knew Dave was coming.  He
increased his strokes, making them harder and faster, but when Dave's body
slumped against his back, John still hadn't come.  And he needed to come so
badly.  "Stay...inside...don't move," John managed to say.  Dave's body was
compact and heavy and it took a lot of effort for John to keep enough room
between his body and the covers so his hand had room to move.  He knew his
body well and knew it wouldn't take much more stimulation before he came,
but he wanted Dave in him when that happened.  Needed to keep Dave there
forever.

To be continued