Topping and Tailing
Part Two
By Clotho & Cathy
clothomoerae@hotmail.com and huntersglenn@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John Carter/Dave Malucci
Date: May 18, 2001
Archive: Not without permission. The story and its prequel, "Bottoms Up", can be found at Clotho's fanfic site http://home.talkcity.com/antennaav/fatespinner/) and at the Carterfics site (http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Boutique/7087/).
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. We owe a huge "Thank you" to Alice and Melissa, our wonderful editors. We couldn't have done it without the two of you!



Previously:


Keeping well away, Dave spoke. "Your back, huh? Can I rub it or something?"


"Rub my back?" John laughed mirthlessly. "God, Dave,
it wasn't my back you hurt. You didn't use any
lubricant. It felt like you were tearing me open."

Dave cringed backwards at the anger in Carter's words.
He'd fucked up. He'd fucked up big time.

John opened his eyes, expecting to see Dave on the
other side of the bed. Instead he saw Dave's head
peering over the edge of the far side of the mattress.
"Why are you on the floor?"

That sounded less angry. Dave cracked a tentative
grin. "I fell off?"

John shook his head. "Get your ass back up here." He
looked down at his now limp penis, then back up at
Dave. "I think you need to do something about this
before you try that again. And with the lube this
time."

Dave jumped back up grinning, - he wasn't being thrown
out - the pain in his own muscles was minor compared to
that fear. "Uh sorry . . . but you didn't need any
last night and . . ."

"You used lube last night, I remember you using it."
John said, confused by what Dave had said.

Dave pulled the comforter up to the bed with him, and
got in crawling up behind Carter, and stroking his
back. "Not at the bar. You just...." Carter'd been
so ready then - slick and eager. He shrugged, "were
ready."

"The bar?" John then remembered how easily Dave had
entered him on the dance floor. Right after arriving
at the bar and meeting Adam, John had been informed
that Adam expected to be able to fuck him soon. So
John had gone to the men's room with Adam and let Adam
apply a generous amount of lube to him, so he would be
ready when Adam was ready. "Dave...I had lubricant in
me then. Adam had put it there earlier. He had been
going to fuck me until you showed up."

Oh, Dave hadn't known that. How was he supposed to
know that? It wasn't like he was a mind reader or
something.

"I know I asked this last night, but just how many guys
have you been with? All total? And what have you done
with them?" John tried to not sound as if he were
interrogating Dave, but he definitely wanted to know
what to expect from the other man.

Dave didn't want to answer these questions about what
he'd done before. "A few." He moved his upper hand
over Carter's chest, trying to find a nipple and
distract Carter.

"A few? Just how many is a few, Dave?" John asked.
Then he drew in a sharp breath as Dave's hand came in
contact with one of his nipples. As good as it felt
John didn't want to be distracted. He wanted to know
if Dave really knew what he was doing. Before either
one of them really did get hurt.

Dave played further with the nipple, trying to get some
response from Carter. Then gave up. "A couple.
Okay." He felt himself going red, having to admit his
inexperience to Carter. "Happy now?"

John sighed, then turned over and reached out to run
his fingers through the hair on Dave's chest. "Look,
I'm not asking to embarrass you. I'm asking because
what just happened...well, it could have ended badly,
Dave. Having sex with no lubricant can result in
tearing and internal damage. Remember anatomy class?
There are no nerve endings in the anus or rectum -- a
person can be torn there and heavily bleeding and not
know it. That's also one of the reasons why you should
never have unprotected sex...like you did last night at
the bar. You thought you were fucking a stranger, yet
you didn't use a condom. Why?"

Dave ducked his head to avoid looking at Carter.
"Anatomy class's the same in Grenada as is here,
Carter. 'course I know that." Dave could feel himself
tensing up, getting more and more upset. He tried to
relax, think about the fingers in his chest hair,
instead of the lecture he was getting, but it didn't
work.

"I didn't mean to imply that it wasn't, Dave. It's
just...that...well, I'm worried about you. You have
yet to ask me if I'm clean." John could see that Dave
was getting upset, but he wasn't willing to let go of
this subject. He didn't have to work today and he knew
Dave was also off. They had plenty of time to talk and
then mess around.

"You were a bottom. You weren't supposed to be able to
give me anything. Jesus, you were bottoming for that
druggie weren't you?" Dave began to shake, a whole
raft of new possibilities tearing through his head. "I
should have been safe."

"Hey, relax. You were safe -- this time. We were
tested at work, remember? You were showing everyone
your negative results. I also tested negative, but I
didn't tell anyone. I figured it was my business and
no one else's. As for me being with Adam, he did
have condoms in his pocket and had planned to use
them. But you can easily get AIDS from someone that
you're screwing, Dave. But you still thought that you
were with a stranger, and it bothers me that you didn't
even ask me if I was clean."

Dave didn't want to get this lecture. He especially
didn't want to get this lecture from someone he'd spent
last night having sex with. It was like being back in
a sex-ed class in high school - being told to wait
until they were married, and the smell of chalk, and
being lectured by someone who looked like he'd never
once even tried to get lucky. He rolled over, putting
his back to Carter. "Whatever."

John sighed. He hated it when Dave acted stubborn. He
had thought it was bad enough when Dave behaved that
way at work, but John felt it was even worse when Dave
was behaving that way in his bed. So the talk would
have to wait for later after all. Somehow or other,
John would get another opportunity to introduce the
subject. He snuggled tight against Dave's back,
reaching around with his right hand to softly caress
Dave's belly. "You're right. It doesn't matter now.
I do believe that you were trying to get me hot again,"
John's hand quickly skimmed down to touch Dave's soft
cock. "And it looks as if I need to do something to
get you ready enough to take me. Any requests?"

Dave pushed his back into Carter's belly, and felt the
warmth like they had had earlier. There was an arm
moving over him touching him, and whatever Carter
touched relaxed - except for his penis which did
anything but relax. "You done telling me off?"

"Yeah, I'm done. I'm more interested in getting you
off. But for that, I need you to be hard again. I
really like your cock, Dave. I'd been wanting to see
it for a long time. So, any ideas on what I can do to
get you rock hard once more?" John wanted Dave to tell
him what he had liked, wanted Dave to confide in him,
and even more importantly, he wanted Dave to trust him.

That was what Dave wanted to hear. He wiggled back
against Carter. "You've been wanting to see it for a
long time? How long?" As long as he'd been hot for
Carter? Dave rolled over to get a kiss, while he
waited for his answer.

John savored the kiss Dave gave him, even though it
didn't last near long enough to suit him. "How long
have I been wanting to see your cock? Oh, probably
since the day you grabbed my arm and dragged me into
the ambulance bay so we could steal a rig to go save
someone. Did you ever notice me, Dave?" John softly
asked, hoping that the answer was yes.

Dave grinned and moved his upper hand up and over
Carter's ass, then searched for the hole with one
finger. "Yeah. You've got this real cute ass, and
this last week it just got so bad...." Dave shook his
head.

So, Dave had noticed him. Had wanted him, even. John
grinned at hearing that. It felt good to have Dave
touching him, but he found himself clenching his
muscles as Dave's finger neared his anus. He was about
to remind Dave about using the lubricant when Dave
lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth.
John's back arched of its own accord, wanting to give
Dave more access to his chest. "Yeah. That feels so
good."

Dave paid full attention to Carter's chest. It was
good to feel Carter's body move in response to his. He
left off searching for Carter's anus and used his hand
to push Carter over, down onto the mattress, then
reached down and felt for Carter's balls, playing with
them in their sac.

John moaned loudly. The combination of having his
balls fondled together with the nipple stimulation was
more than enough to get him aroused once more. John
felt his cock harden and lengthen and he wished he
could reach Dave's cock to see if it was equally as
hard by now.

"That's nice," John said. "But don't you want me to
mess with you? You liked it earlier when I was rimming
you." John asked, but he hoped Dave would say no. It
wasn't that John didn't enjoy pleasing Dave, it was
just that right now, he wanted Dave to keep pleasuring
him.

Nice? It was supposed to be more than nice! Dave
didn't know if he was ever going to get this stuff
right. He stopped; he hadn't managed at all well so
far this morning. And now Carter, just as he was
getting started, was offering to change over. Maybe
Carter wanted to show him stuff that he'd prefer.
"Sure. How d'ya want me?"

John frowned. He had been hoping that Dave would be
stubborn and insist on finishing what he had started.
Damn. John reached down between them and he smiled
when his hand encountered a hard cock that didn't
belong to him. "I want you in me, Dave. That's how I
want you." John sat up, searching for a second for
lube before opening it and putting a liberal amount
into his palm. After he closed the lid, he tossed the
lube aside and rubbed the gel between his hands, trying
to warm it a bit. "This might still be cold," he
warned as he began to slowly rub the gel onto Dave's
impressive erection. When he was quite sure that Dave
was well lubricated, John lowered himself to the
mattress and spread his legs wide, getting rid of the
excess lubricant by rubbing his hands over his own cock
and around his anus. "I'm more than ready for you
now."

Well, that at least was something he knew how to do.
Dave bridled a bit as Carter rubbed the lube in for him
- did he really think he'd forget again that soon?
"Sure. Hold your thighs." Dave knelt between Carter's
legs, replicating his earlier position. If he repeated
what Carter had done to him last night it would have to
feel good - wouldn't it?

John lifted his legs up and grabbed hold of his own
thighs. He smiled up at Dave, but his eyes were on
Dave's cock. It was truly a beauty, John thought, and
he let go of one leg long enough to reach between his
legs to stroke Dave a few times. "I really do like
this, you know," John said as he firmly gripped Dave's
erection. He held it for a few moments, squeezing it,
then letting up only to repeat the process. John
suddenly let go of it and returned his hand to his
leg. "Now, I believe I remember that you were going to
fuck me hard before, weren't you?"

The hand on Dave's cock had been nearly as good as
Carter's ass last night. Dave knew he had to do this
right - it was somehow easier when it was someone he
didn't know, when he didn't really care how much the
other guy enjoyed it. But he wanted Carter to enjoy
this; he wanted it to be the best fuck Carter had ever
had. He moved Carter up, let one finger circle the
tight asshole. It looked so good. Tight. "Ready?"

John looked up into Dave's darkening eyes. "Yeah, I'm
ready. I've been ready for this for a long time,
Dave."

Dave pushed himself inside Carter. Slowly, slowly. It
was so warm and tight and slick, and he wanted to be
inside, engulfed. But, God, he had to go slowly.
Couldn't hurt Carter again. Just couldn't. "You
'kay?" Please God let him be okay. He wanted to start
thrusting, wanted it so bad.

John bit his lower lip as he felt Dave slowly slip
inside of his body. There was a little leftover
tenderness from before, but nothing he hadn't
anticipated. It felt so good. So very different from
the way Dave had fucked him last night, both here in
bed and at the bar. Both of those times had been fast
and rough, and while John had enjoyed them, he was
enjoying this slow taking even more. "Yeah, I'm okay,"
John said, his voice a little unsteady as a thousand
sensations swept up from where Dave's cock was brushing
against his prostate. "This feels great, Dave.
Whenever you're ready for more, so am I." John vaguely
recalled that Dave had seemed to enjoy it last night
when he was talking dirty to him, so he decided to try
that again. "I want to feel all of you inside me,
Dave. Give it to me. Yeah, just like that. Yeah..."
John's voice trailed off only to be replaced by a low
moan. "God, you are so hot and your cock feels so
good. So very good. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

Dave pushed himself, in and out. So good and warm and
tight. He stopped himself going too fast. It needed
to be slow, needed it to be perfect, needed to not hurt
Carter. Then he heard Carter saying over and over how
much he wanted him, how good it was. He moved faster,
then faster again. He wanted to make Carter scream for
him, beg him. He reached forward, and with one hand,
grabbed Carter's penis, pumping it in time. Now he
just needed Carter to come before he did himself.

From that moment John knew he was lost. He tried so
desperately to thrust into that hand, but doing that
meant that he couldn't thrust up to meet each stroke of
Dave's cock. "Faster," John moaned. "Faster.
Harder. Please Dave? Fuck me harder and faster. Come
for me, Dave. Oh, yeah, fill me up with your cock."
Dave's strokes did increase, the thrusting fast, the
stroking long. But it wasn't enough. John could never
get enough of Dave Malucci, and that thought shook him
up . . . more than any other revelation from that
morning. John nearly stopped moving then, but he
recovered enough of his senses to keep moving, even
though he was too shocked to speak. Finally though, he
looked up into Dave's face, seeing the intense
concentration there, hearing Dave's rough breathing
over the sounds of Dave's balls slapping against his
own ass. Dave's hand around his cock was tight and
insistent, and John could feel his orgasm quickly
approaching. "I'm coming, Dave. God, don't stop.
Please don't stop. Give it all to me," John begged.

A redness was quickly growing in John's mind and as he
closed his eyes he heard himself scream as his orgasm
overcame him, his hot semen shooting out. He could
feel it spatter upon his chest and belly. His body
stilled then, as he had no extra energy at that point
with which to move. He slowly opened his eyes to see
Dave grinning at him; his body also still, although
John didn't think that Dave had come yet. With a slow
smile, John partially sat up and he grabbed Dave's hand
from where it still gripped his now limp organ and
brought it to his mouth. His eyes locked with Dave's,
John flicked his tongue out, slowly cleaning his own
semen from Dave's hand.

When Dave felt the warm dampness on his hand, he began
thrusting again. He needed to be in Carter, needed it
so badly. He pushed as many fingers as he could into
Carter's mouth, replicating the thrusts in both
orifices. Slick and warm and tight, and he came.
Thank God, he came. Dave felt himself spilling out
into Carter, then sagged downwards, against his lover's
chest.

As Dave came, John found himself wishing that he could
actually feel it. It was a curse of anatomy, that, as
he had reminded Dave earlier, a person had no nerve
endings there. No way to feel Dave's cock pulsate as
it expelled Dave's come into him. No way to feel that
hot liquid inside. But he could use his imagination,
and there, inside his mind, he could feel all of that.
When Dave rested upon his chest, John let go of his
other leg, wrapping them both around the back of Dave's
thighs, holding him in place while he tightened his
sphincter muscles in an effort to keep Dave's shrinking
cock inside of his body. John ran his fingers through
Dave's hair, then lifted his head and placed a kiss on
the top of Dave's head. "Thank you," he whispered.
Then John grinned. "That was fantastic, Dave. I don't
think I've ever been fucked quite like that."

Dave lay quiet, as he felt Carter wrap around him.
He'd done that last night - not wanted to let an atom
of Carter out of his grasp. And Carter's semen was
between them, acting like glue. He wanted to kiss
Carter, feel the other man's lips against his own, but
his head was down at chest level. It just wasn't
fair. He could feel Carter's chest rumble as he spoke.

Dave lay until his breathing quieted then answered
Carter's comment. "Good never like that, or bad never
like that?"

John chuckled. "I guess you didn't hear the
'fantastic' part, huh?" John asked as he began to run
one hand through Dave's hair and the other across
Dave's shoulder blades. "I wish we could stay like
this all day," John said, sighing.

"Why can't we?" Dave would be very happy to stay right
here. He paused for a moment, then went on - trying to
keep a wobble out of his voice. "I could be good at
other stuff too, if you told me what I was doing
wrong." When Carter didn't respond he continued.
"Just because I don't know how to do it doesn't mean I
can't ever. If you just tell me how."

"I didn't think you wanted me telling you what to do.
You got quite upset about that earlier," John gently
said.

Dave felt a surge of disappointment move through him at
Carter's answer. Maybe it was a good thing he couldn't
kiss Carter from here, he didn't want to have to look
into Carter's eyes. It was stupid to even mention it.
"Whatever." He moved his tongue out to lick a
convenient nipple. He'd just have to figure out what
he could.

John's feeling of tenderness toward Dave quickly
vanished when he heard Dave dismiss the idea with a
casual 'whatever', just as he had before. As much as
he wanted to stay there all day with Dave, he also
didn't want to get into an argument with him, and John
knew that he was just a few words from doing so.
"Move," he pushed at Dave's shoulders. "You're too
heavy to stay there like that and we should shower
anyway. Unless you'd rather take a bath. Or am I
supposed to tell you which you would prefer, hmm?"

Dave rolled off Carter, and pulled the comforter up and
around himself. As soon as he asked how to please
Carter, he just got pushed away. He wasn't going to
make that mistake again. "Shower. I'll have a
shower." What he actually wanted was to lie here in
bed and play with Carter's body, but apparently that
wasn't an option. And Carter was the one who knew how
morning-afters were supposed to go. He'd just follow
his lead.

John got off the bed and walked into the bathroom, not
even bothering to look at Dave. The Dave Malucci he
knew -- the guy from last night - would have argued
with him. Told him off. Something. John didn't know
what to make of the Dave Malucci who wrapped himself up
in a blanket and hid. That was more his own style,
John thought. He angrily turned on the water,
wondering just what he would need to do to get it
through to Dave that he enjoyed talking after sex.
Enjoyed simply lying there messing with each other.
Last night he had managed to get Dave to do what he
wanted by issuing a challenge to him. Maybe he would
need to do that again. Cutting off the water, John
walked back into the bedroom, standing right by the
bed.

"You know, I don't know what the Hell you expect from
me. I tried to ask you about your experience and you
blew me off. And now you expect me to take you by the
hand and tell and show you what to do so you don't get
it wrong. If I don't know how much experience you
have, then how can I do that? Or is all of this just
some convenient excuse to get away from me? Is that
it? You're too much of a coward to just tell me that
you want to leave, so you're deliberately picking a
fight with me?"

Dave couldn't quite believe it as Carter yelled.
Somehow had this gone very wrong? He could have sworn
a few minutes ago it was looking like a fun morning in
bed for the both of them. And then he stalked out,
returning only to yell! He must have read this very
wrong. "Sure Carter. Sure it's me picking this
fight." Dave got off the bed, and stood up. "You
pushed me away, you walked out. But it's me picking
this fight. I get it. Well if you want me to leave,
I'll leave. And I didn't blow you off. I told you."

Dave turned, and walked out the bedroom door. He
didn't give another word, he didn't even look. He just
left.



John's mouth dropped open as he listened to Dave. He
was about to reply when Dave walked out. Just like
that. Walked away from him. When John walked out to
the hallway, he didn't see Dave at all.

"Dave?" John called. No response. Dejected, John sat
down on the top step. Maybe Adam had been right after
all. Dave got his fuck, and despite what he said last
night, he didn't want to be touching or looking at him.



Dave headed left along the corridor, and walked down
the stairs. This was where Carter had talked to him
last night. He'd been led to the pool from here, all
his clothes were by the pool. Dave walked down one
hallway and then another. He opened a likely looking
door and found a formal sitting room. Not a pool. Try
again. Another formal room - it looked like a study.
This seemed to be the wrong part of the house, try the
far end of the corridor. A roomful of flowers:
daffodils and tulips and others he couldn't name. He
wandered into the room, stunned by the colours and
smells - Spring in the middle of Winter. And warm, so
warm. He was wandering through the house naked,
without so much as a goose-bump.

There was a seat at the back, next to a small
fountain. Dave walked to it and sat down. He was
suddenly aware of a multitude of aches in his body.
The pain in his guts where Adam had punched him. The
sting on his forehead. The places Carter had nibbled
and bitten - both last night and this morning. And his
ass, his ass, where Carter had been. It hurt and was
stretched and felt empty. He realised that he'd been
hoping to have Carter in him again. But that hadn't
happened, and it wouldn't now.



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