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"From The Top", Part 23/33
By Clotho (clothomoerae@hotmail.com) and Cathy (huntersglenn@yahoo.com)

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When John opened his eyes the next morning, he found that Dave's bedroom
was still dark.  He sighed, feeling it was a shame for him to be wasting
his day off by awakening early, just as if he did have to go to work.
There was an odd glow to the room though and John gazed at the window for a
few moments before figuring out that the glow was due to it snowing
outside.  He slipped out of Dave's embrace and walked over to the window,
opening the curtains to look out.  Sure enough, the snow was coming down,
and when he looked down to the street he could see that it was piling up
quite heavily on the sidewalk and the vehicles parked along the curbs.  A
shiver ran down his spine as he watched the falling snow and he
automatically sought out his overnight bag, pulling on the sweatpants and
sweatshirt he had packed.  Much better, he thought.

Feeling glad that he didn't have to go out into the whiteness, John made a
quick detour to the bathroom on his way back to bed.  He paused at the side
of the mattress and looked down at Dave, who had rolled over to his back
while he was gone.  There was enough light from the window for John to
clearly see Dave's face and he thought the guy looked child-like in sleep.
Not at all like the devil he had been last night, John thought with a
smile.

He crawled back into bed and propped himself up on one elbow so he could
watch Dave sleep.  John felt content at that moment, thinking there was
nothing more that a person could need -- he had a warm body, a warm bed, a
warm room and a hot man at his side.  What else was there to want or need?
Everything Dave had done lately, every motion, every touch, every caress
with his eyes -- had told John that Dave cared about him.  Maybe even loved
him.  Sure, Dave hadn't said as much, but he could recognize love when he
saw it.  Grinning, John splayed his hand over Dave's belly, feeling the
rise and fall of his breathing and underneath that, the beating of Dave's
heart.  A heart that John now knew belonged to him and only him.  Just as
his heart belonged to Dave.

As if he were an automation attuned to John's touch, Dave's body turned
once more, this time toward John, arms reaching out for him.  John gathered
Dave into the cuddle, holding him close and making sure the blankets were
over both of them.  With Dave's head resting on his shoulder, John could
still see the snow falling outside the window and he felt his eyelids grow
heavy within the peacefulness of the room.  He was almost there, too, when
he heard a loud 'click' and then a voice boomed loudly, breaking the pure
silence.

"...blanket of snow.  So, if you don't have to go out this morning,
kiddies, don't.  And for those of you who do have to go out, be careful.
As reported earlier, this storm is expected to linger over the greater
Chicago area until early afternoon, so that means no school and no work for
most of our listening area.  We'll be back with a more detailed list of
closings after this commercial break."

Dave jerked upright, then looked around -- and finally down at Carter.
"Shit."  The air was cool on Dave's bare skin; he looked over at the alarm
clock and pounded it indignantly.  All his movements let great breezes full
of cold air into the bed, and as soon as possible he slid back down under
the covers huddling next to Carter for warmth.

John grinned as Dave snuggled up next to him.  "Maybe I wanted to hear the
forecast?"

"What?  Turn it back on then...carefully." Dave wanted to get warm again --
and preferably go back to sleep.  He put his arms around Carter and to his
surprise, discovered sweatshirting not skin.  It was a lot of unexpected
things at an early hour for someone who didn't have to get up this morning
"What the...?

"What the what?" John asked as he rolled over and reached for the radio,
hoping he could figure out how to not only cut it on, but also to lower the
volume.  "What's wrong?"

"Y'r wearing stuff."  Dave pulled the bedspread down as Carter moved to try
and minimise any air getting in next to his skin.

"I usually do wear stuff, Dave."  John finally just pulled the radio off
the table and sat it on the mattress.  He found the volume control and
turned it down.  At least he hoped he was turning it down.  Then he found
the 'on' switch and was rewarded with a sexy female voice telling him how
he could save money on his cell phone bills if he would only switch to
Harry's cell phones and pagers.  "Is that too loud for you?"  John asked
Dave before putting the radio back on the nightstand.

"What?  No.  Yeah.  But I mean..." Dave pulled on the sleeveless
sweatshirt.  "This is like in bed."

John nodded.  "I know.  It's what I usually wear to bed in the winter.   In
the summer, I wear T-shirts with no sleeves.  Except when I was living with
Kerry.  It was always cold in the basement, so I wore the sleeveless
sweatshirts even in the summer time.  Don't you wear any kind of pajamas to
bed?"  John asked as he snuggled under the covers and scooted over to wrap
himself around Dave's body.

"What?  No."  All this was a lot for Dave to absorb just after he'd been
woken up.  Especially after he'd woken up to find someone -- a man -- in
his bed.  The arms around him were good -- he could feel Carter's warmth in
them -- they were good.  But the sweat shirting bagged against him --
Carter was behind it but it wasn't Carter.  He tried to make the best of a
bad deal, "So...when?"

John had been about to lick a circle on Dave's shoulder when Dave asked his
question.  "When what?"

"When did ya put that shit on?"

"Oh, that 'when'.  Just a few minutes ago when I had to go to the
bathroom.  I was freezing my ass off and I didn't think you'd appreciate me
as much if I didn't have an ass."  John's tongue snaked out and started to
draw a pattern on Dave's bare skin.  Then he stopped and looked at Dave, a
slow smile starting.  "I'm much warmer now.  Shall I take it off?"

"Oh."  That seemed to be a good answer.  Dave slowly relaxed -- they'd been
touching all or nearly all night after all. "Yeah.  You bein' dressed was
cool last night, but...man those boots."  Dave shut his eyes remembering
the way they'd gripped his sides.

John hooked his fingers in his waistband and pushed the pants down, then
stuck his hand out from under the covers, dropping them to the floor.  "You
liked those, huh?  They'd probably tear your sheets up if I tried to wear
them in bed."  John teased as he sat up and then began to pull the shirt
over his head.

"Nah, not in bed."  They'd been great on the coffee table though.   Holding
him.  Commanding him to go fast and slow.  Just great.  But being with a
naked Carter was good too -- Dave waited impatiently for Carter to strip
then hooked his arms around the warm body when he returned under the
covers.  "You're not cold at all."

"Not now.  I was freezing when I was standing at the window and watching it
snow."  John snuggled into the embrace, trying to find a place to put his
legs and arms.  He finally ended up with one leg in between Dave's and the
other stretched out, and one arm draped over Dave's body and the other
between their bodies, close enough to Dave's important organs if the need
arose.

"So tell me 'bout buying the boots?"  Dave kept his arms around Carter and
wiggled on his side so his head was level with Carter's and he could look
into those brown eyes.

"Not much to tell.  I went to a shop that sold gear for dressage and bought
them.  Why?  You thinking of getting a pair for yourself?" John's grin
reached his eyes as he gazed back at Dave.

Dave kept his eyes on Carter, and his hands on Carter's body.  "Don't think
I'd look as good in them.  Why black?"  His fingers traced up Carter's
spinal column going over each vertabrae with a bump

"My saddle was black and I bought them to match the saddle.  The only other
choice is brown, but most riders go for the black boots.  Makes the whole
outfit look better."  John relaxed into Dave's touch, then thought that
maybe he should reciprocate.  Moving his hand ever so slowly, he caressed
Dave, beginning at his hip and then moving up to his chest.

"Mmm."  Dave rolled slowly backwards to give Carter more room to work,
stretching out his arm so he could still rub the vertabrae.  "But no
leather vest or jacket or anything?"

"Just a riding jacket, no leather vest.  I wasn't shopping for clothes to
have sex in when I was buying my dressage gear.  There might have been some
leather vests in the western wear section though.  I can always go back and
check, I'm sure the store is still in business."  John let his hand move to
Dave's chest, trailing through the fine hair there until it reached a
nipple and then skated around it before moving toward Dave's belly.

"Riding jacket.  Tell me about your riding jacket."  Carter's fingers were
tantalizingly light on Dave's chest, he almost couldn't feel them -- they
brushed through his chest hair like a warm breeze.  Dave moved his legs a
little further apart.

John closed his eyes as he tried to remember what it looked like.  "Hmm, it
was black.  Gold buttons.  I think they liked to make us wear the jackets
so we'd pass out from the heat while performing because we also had to wear
a white shirt *and* ascot under the jacket."  John had felt Dave move, so
he let his hand trail over Dave's belly, pausing to tickle his belly
button.

"Ascot, what's ascot?" Dave smiled up at Carter, and brought the hand that
had been playing with Carter's backbone round to the front to play with his
nipples instead.

John's body arched into Dave's touch at the precise moment that his hand
brushed over Dave's hardened cock.  "Ascot?  Well...that's like a tie.   A
big tie.  Very wide.  And white.  Very white.  To match the white
breeches."  John lowly moaned as Dave toyed with him and he wrapped his
hand around Dave's hardness.

"Wide.  And long?"  Dave loved how it felt to have Carter hold him.   Hold
him tight.  Tight and Strong.  "Tight." He used his spare hand to urge
Carter's body to cover his.

John followed the pull of Dave's hand and found himself resting atop Dave.
"No.  Not long. Just wide."  It was awkward to keep his hand on Dave's
cock, but a little bit of wiggling soon enabled John to find a position
that didn't cut off the circulation to his hand.

Dave felt very good lying here with Carter on top of him and encased in
Carter's hand.  He lifted his mouth to attack the most convenient of
Carter's nipples, and suckle on it.  He wanted Carter's cock in his ass as
surely as that nipple was in his mouth.

John moaned and tried to remain still while Dave's mouth worked on his
nipple.  "God, that feels good.  Gary, my first boyfriend, said he was sure
that one day I'd come just from having him mess with my nipples."

Dave licked it -- pleased with Carter's response, then passed his attention
to the other nub.  "Did you?"  It seemed very important to know.   "Did
you?"

John's hand clenched and unclenched around Dave's cock.  "Never.  Got close
a few times, but...oh, God...don't stop doing that."

"Or you.  Harder."  Dave licked a spiral on the smooth, un-haired flesh.
Even knowing the size and length and width of the redwood, it was hard for
Dave to believe this smooth white chest belonged to a man.

John's free hand tightly grasped the sheet, and he didn't even try to hold
back the long moan that started deep in his throat.  But he was obedient to
Dave's order to touch him harder, only this time he also moved his hand up
and down that impressive shaft.

The friction on Dave's cock was good.  It was great.  It was wonderful.  He
needed it.  He needed it bad.  But he needed the redwood in him too.  The
long, hard, wide, wonderful redwood.   He moved his legs further apart.
"Please."

"Please what?  Please jerk you off?  Please move lower so I can fuck your
brains out?"  John asked with a grin.  "I need a little bit of guidance
here, Dave."

"Fuck my brains out."  Wasn't it obvious?  Dave's hands were around
Carter's back, and they began compulsively kneading and caressing Carter's
ass.  "Fuck my brains out."

John lowered his face toward Dave's and kissed him deeply, shoving his
tongue inside that warm space relentlessly.  When he finally came up for
air, he brushed his lips against Dave's.  "As you wish," he replied.   John
let go of Dave's cock, then braced both hands on the mattress so he could
move lower without hurting Dave.  "Pull your legs up," John requested as he
leaned over to grab the lube from the nightstand where it had been left the
night before.

Dave obeyed Carter, ready for action.  He was hard, so hard.  And so was
Carter.  And Carter was going to deal with it.  Dave wriggled his back to
try and give Carter the easiest possible access.  He needed Carter to touch
him.  "Hurry up."

John chuckled.  "I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying, keep your pants on," he
joked.  Opening the lube, he squeezed out a more than generous amount, then
tossed the tube aside.  Then a wicked smile started at the corner of John's
mouth as a delicious idea popped into his head.  "Hold out your right
hand," he ordered.

"What?"  But Dave did as Carter said, and held his hand out.   "Why?"

John scooped some of the lube from his hand and spread it lightly onto
Dave's, making sure there was enough there to do the required job.  "I want
to watch while you get yourself ready for me," John replied as he moved his
own lubed hand to his cock and began to slowly stroke it while liberally
coating it with the lubricant.  John knelt back on his haunches.  "Any time
tomorrow, Malucci.  I'm ready for you, now get ready for me."

"What?"  Dave looked at the lump of lube on his hand, and at Carter whose
redwood was glistening in the cold light of the morning.  "I am ready, you
just gotta..."

John reached out and grasped Dave's wrist, then moved Dave's hand toward
his bottom.  "I refuse to enter you dry, Dave.  Lube yourself for me.   You
got to watch me get ready for you last night, now it's *my* turn."

"But..." Dave swallowed, and looked half apprehensively at Carter.  The guy
had a way of raising the stakes when Dave least expected it.  "I've..."
He'd never stuck his finger up his own ass, never.  Carter had looked hot
doing it last night -- but Carter was willing to walk about the city
wearing those pants.  "Never..." The lube was warming on his hand -- it
felt damp now, not cold.  "What's it like?"

John grinned dreamily.  "It feels pretty damn good, Dave.  Not all that
much different than when someone else does it for you.  You don't have to
put your finger in all the way, just enough to get you lubed, okay?"

"But..." Carter looked implacable, but he had that first night too -- when
he'd wanted this, told Dave how good it would be.  And it had turned out
good.  "I've just got to get the lube in, you'll do the stretching 'n
stuff?"

John nodded, then reached between his legs and ran his hand down and then
back up his glistening cock.  "I've got the perfect tool to stretch you,
Kitten.  I think you've progressed beyond the 'one finger, two fingers,
three fingers, four' game, don't you?"  With his free hand, John reached
out and tugged on Dave's index finger.  "You've got such big fingers,
Kitten.  You'll do fine."  He looked at Dave, his body tense with desire,
but patience showing in his eyes.

Dave didn't think he'd progressed beyond that, not at all.  He liked the
way Carter slowly stretched him before entering, or had up till now.  He
liked it.  It felt good.  The cock felt good too -- but it came after the
fingers, that was just how it was.  The redwood was so close, glistening
and waiting.  Dave reached toward his ass, smearing the lube -- the redwood
was huge -- there was no way one finger could prepare him for it.  No way.
"But if it doesn't fit you'll use your fingers?"

John's eyes were riveted on Dave's hand as it neared his anus, remembering
the times that hand had applied lube to *his* anus to prepare him to take
Dave, an act that John was eagerly anticipating to have happen after he had
filled Dave.  Despite his rapt attention on Dave's anatomy, John still
heard Dave's question.  "Of course.  Anything you want, Dave.  You know
that all you have to do is ask and it's yours."  John looked up into Dave's
eyes.  "I mean that, Dave."

Dave's finger found his ass-hole and circled it.  That didn't feel too
bad.  Not as good as when Carter did it but not bad either.  He kept his
eyes locked on Carter's -- Carter had told him to do this, it was really
Carter doing this to him.  Almost.  Dave shivered from a mixture of
coolness, anticipation, fear and desire.  "Then still use your fingers on
me.  Anyway."

"Anything," John agreed, his eyes once more on what Dave was doing.
"That's it, Kitten, just lightly skim your finger over your skin, don't
press too hard, but make sure you leave some lube behind," he directed.
"Now close the circle, drawing nearer and nearer to the spot that will
bring you so much pleasure."

Dave followed Carter's instructions.  It was easier when Carter told him
what to do.  Circle around, getting closer.  And Carter had to be enjoying
this too -- after all he wanted him to do this.  That thought gave Dave
enough confidence to stop his finger above his asshole.

John started to frown when Dave's finger stopped.  "Dave...you're almost
there.  You can't stop now."

Dave tensed himself up, and began to push gently at Carter's words.  It was
tight.  Tighter than Carter's ass had ever been.  Impossibly tight.  He
didn't know how Carter could have said he'd be fine without being
stretched.  Didn't know at all.  Dave gritted his teeth, and began to push
harder.

"No, don't force it, Dave." John pushed his legs back and moved so he was
on his stomach.  He reached out and lightly touched Dave's finger, holding
it in place.  "You need to relax and just let the finger slip in, as if you
weren't really intending for it to go there after all.  Now, take a deep
breath, hold it for a count of five and as you release it, let your finger
slip inside."

Dave took a shaky breath.  Carter was holding his hand, Carter would be
doing this, Carter said it would feel good.  He breathed out, then in again
-- obediently, deeply.  One.  Two.  Three.  Four.  Five.   Relax.

From his vantage point on the mattress, John couldn't see Dave's face, but
he heard the intake of breath and he counted, hoping that Dave wasn't
counting any slower or faster.  When John reached five he lightly pushed
the tip of Dave's finger into that tight opening, guiding the finger until
it was buried up to the first knuckle.  "That's not so bad, is it?" John
asked as his head swam from being so near Dave.  If he scooted up an inch
or two, John thought, then he would be in the perfect position to...without
warning, John moved those few inches, then ran his tongue over the back of
Dave's hand, following the finger to that special place and inside.

"No."  It was okay actually.  Good.  Quite good.  But strange.  Then,
"Yes."  Carter was touching him, doing something Dave didn't know what, but
he did know that it was Carter and it was good.

The lube mingled with Dave's unique taste and John thrust his tongue deeper
into that tight heat.  He couldn't use his tongue to move Dave's finger,
but he did have his hands available, and as John moved Dave's finger in
deeper he would feel it against his tongue.  The feeling was an incredible
turn-on and John knew he had to convince Dave to put another one of his own
fingers up his ass.  He just had to!

This was good.  This was great.  Carter's warm tongue was inside him.  Dave
moved his index finger most of the way out then in again.  It rubbed past
his anal muscles, and the tongue, and oh.  Oh.  OH.

John slowly became aware that Dave was moving his finger in and out,
getting into what he was doing.  His desires warred within him then -- one
part of him wanted to watch Dave pleasure himself.  But another part of him
wanted to keep on rimming Dave, making him wild and ready.  That was the
part that won for the moment and on one out stroke of Dave's finger, John
grabbed Dave's middle finger and placed it alongside the index finger,
holding it in place as Dave automatically moved the fingers in.  God, the
sensations against his tongue and lips were amazing and John whimpered
slightly as his tongue slipped between the two fingers and was then being
caressed as those fingers moved.

Two fingers was a lot, but Carter wouldn't let him hurt himself, and the
tongue was there, dodging between them, and at the apex of each movement
Dave felt the potential for something wonderful to happen.  And it was warm
and damp and wonderful.  All of Carter being between his legs instead of up
at mouth level where he could be kissed and nibbled wasn't wonderful
though.  Dave needed Carter both places.  He needed Carter everywhere.

John could feel his own need building and he knew that if he didn't get to
the action then it would be too late.  He slowly withdrew his tongue.  "I
think you're ready," he said, the huskiness of his voice betraying the
urgent need of his cock.  John quickly moved so that he was beside Dave and
snuggled close to him, moving Dave's body until he had Dave on his side and
partially on top of him.  "Raise your leg.  I don't think we've done it
from the side yet, have we?" He whispered the question into Dave's ear,
then softly licked the tempting ear lobe.

Dave scrambled to put an arm around Carter as soon as he could.  He needed
them to be close, skin to skin and breath to breath.  He lifted his leg.
"No."  He was willing to trust Carter on it though -- Carter knew so many,
many things that felt good.  "How does it go?  Where does it go?"   His leg
was in midair -- couldn't stay like this forever.

John leaned in close and kissed Dave's mouth, then scooted his body around
again until his pelvis was between Dave's legs.  He placed the head of his
cock at Dave's ready opening, then braced Dave's leg with his hand as he
slowly entered.  "God, you're still tight."  John stopped, afraid that Dave
hadn't been stretched enough and not wanting to hurt him.  His body wanted
him to ram his cock all the way in, let it be enveloped in that velvet
warmth, but he knew that would hurt Dave and he couldn't let that happen.

Dave clung onto Carter.  He was being stretched, stretched hugely.  But it
was Carter and it was good.  "Course.  You didn't use your fingers."   But
Dave didn't want to go back to that now -- not now that the redwood was
entering him.  He kissed a bit of chest.  "Just go slow."  It was
agonizingly slowly, but it was all he could take.  "God."

"I don't want to hurt you," John whispered.  "Let me pull out and I'll get
you ready."  John began to move out of Dave.

Dave let go with one hand and began compulsively stroking Carter's hair.
"No.  I'll be okay.  Just go slow.  Real slow.  Please."   Dave found
himself shivering again.  "Please."  He wanted to please Carter, he wanted
to do this, he didn't want Carter to have to stop because of his own
inexperience.

John stopped and again his desires began to war inside of him.  One part of
him knew that he had to stretch Dave more gently, for a longer time.  But
another part of him needed to bury his cock as far inside of Dave as was
physically possible.  And for that moment, that part of him won.  "As you
wish," he replied.  Moving ever so slowly, John began to move.  He lifted
his head and tilted it so he could watch as his cock disappeared bit by
bit.  "Remember to relax.  Take deep breaths, just like I told you how to
do with your finger."

Dave clung tightly to Carter.  It hurt.  It was on the border between pain
and pleasure.  He resumed his stroking.  "Sorry.   Sorry I'm not big
enough."  He kissed Carter.  "God.  I'm sorry."

"Never apologize for being tight, Dave," John said, the strain of moving so
slowly making his voice tight.  "Never."  There -- he was completely
inside.  Completely sheathed by Dave Malucci.  He stilled his body then,
knowing he needed to give Dave's body and mind time to adjust to the
presence of his cock.  He was also afraid that if he moved, even slightly,
then he would come right then and he didn't want this to end so quickly.
"So incredibly fucking tight," John said and he let his head fall back
against the mattress.  His tongue snaked out to lick Dave's lower ribs and
he let go of Dave's leg, guiding it to lay over his, trapping them.  John
would have no choice but to finish the job because Dave's legs were now
holding him in place.

Dave grinned triumphantly.  "You're in."  He just knew it -- Carter was
impossibly far inside him, up him, stretching him.  The only trouble with
this was that from here his arms couldn't easily reach much of Carter --
and he definitely couldn't kiss him -- not properly.  Still, Carter was in
him.  He grinned over at Carter, "Ready to go?"

If Dave was grinning and sounding happy and not pained, then John knew it
was safe to move.  "Yes.  I might as well warn you that I intend to make
this last as long as I can.  Might take all morning," John mused as he
began to slowly pull out.

"Sounds good."  It would have sounded even better if more of them had been
touching -- but Dave would take what he could get.  Taking it slow seemed
extra good as Dave could feel himself tighten as Carter pulled out.  Long
and slow sounded very good just now.  Very good.  "Carter."

"God, I love it when you tighten your ass muscles like that.  You are
learning so fast, Kitten.  Do it again.  Tighten that ass for me," John
said.

Dave grinned over at Carter.  "I'm not.  Redwood's growing."  But all the
same he tightened his ass muscles as tight as he could -- just to show
Carter there was a difference.

"Jesus, Dave," he moaned into Dave's skin.  His cock-head was close to the
opening and John began to move back in.  He could already feel his back
muscles complaining about the different position, but he didn't care.  Not
now at least.  Later he could stand under a hot shower for an hour and then
get a massage from Dave.  Right now all that mattered was driving Dave wild
and giving him more pleasure than he could handle.

To be continued