Topping and Tailing
Part One
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!



Even though it was his day off, John still awoke
early. The sun wasn't even out, yet John was reluctant
to turn over just to look at the clock. For one thing,
to disengage himself from Dave would be a major
undertaking at this point. John's arm was around Dave,
trapped by Dave's left arm. John's left leg was
somehow pinned between both of Dave's legs. Aside from
all that, it was just too comfortable, being spooned
behind Dave, to even think about moving.

Instead, John decided just to think.

He had greatly enjoyed the sex he and Dave had shared.
All of it, and not just the last bit, when he finally
was able to fuck Dave. That had been great, but it had
merely topped off the evening. Every bit of it, from
the first moment that John had realized that Dave
Malucci was coming on to him in the bar, until the time
they had curled up in bed together to sleep, had been
more than John had ever hoped for.



Dave was warm. Wonderfully warm. There was something
warm against him from the back of his neck to an
ankle. And other warm things draped across his chest
and between his legs.

And soft. He was lying on a mattress without lumps or
bumps, and there was something soft over him too.

Soft and warm. He didn't want to wake up.



The only thing that was nagging John and putting a
damper on his pleasure from the night before was the
fact that Dave had not known who he was coming on to in
the bar. He thought he was having sex with a
stranger. And that bothered John. He hadn't worried
about a condom once he had known who was behind him,
but Dave hadn't hesitated to have unsafe sex with a
stranger. Was Dave always so careless? And did Dave
always go out seeking strangers? John thought of his
transmissible disease tests, safely tucked away in the
top drawer of his dresser. While he was happy that he
had tested negative across the board, he would have
never behaved the way Dave had at work -- waving the
results around in the air and showing it off to
everyone. But then, if Dave was careless on a regular
basis, then maybe he had good reason to be that happy
about negative test results.

Although, John thought, and his cock seemed to agree,
once Dave had realized who he was, his ardor certainly
hadn't decreased. If anything, Dave had been more
aggressive once he knew who he was fucking. That had
been a big turn on for John, as had Dave's
aggressiveness once they reached the estate.

It was different from the way Adam behaved. Adam
wasn't as much aggressive as he was demanding and
controlling. Just remembering how good both times with
Dave had felt was getting John hot all over again. He
had never been the kind of guy who was exclusively, or
even mostly, a top or bottom -- he liked it all far too
much to try to chose one over the other. And while he
had enjoyed ordering Dave around, he could do that just
as well while being fucked as he could while being the
one doing the fucking. As a matter of fact, telling
another guy what to do to please him had always been a
big turn on for John. As his thoughts kept on that
topic, John found himself wishing that Dave would
awaken so they could enjoy some early morning
activities. The very idea was making John's cock come
to full attention. What a shame that Dave was asleep
and not able to appreciate it, John
thought.



Dave snuggled backwards into the warmth. There was a
soft duvet over the top as well.

As he moved, aches from last night asserted
themselves. And he stopped. Too much effort. Just
stay here; soft and warm.

If he moved he'd wake up so he'd just lie here, still.

Something was changing, pressing up against him,
getting hard. Dave realised suddenly what it was.

A penis.

Moreover Carter's penis.

Suddenly the events of the previous night came flooding
back to Dave. The bar. Looking for a bottom. Finding
Carter. Oh yeah, finding Carter - big time finding
Carter. Going back to the Carter mansion. And the
sex. All the sex. Being top. Being sucked. And
yeah, being bottom.

Strange being bottom. And stranger still that he'd
enjoyed it. And now he was somewhere. And now he
had another man's body draped all over his, with a leg
between his legs and everything.

Still. Dave cautiously opened his eyes and looked
about the room. There was a pre-dawn gloom to it. He
didn't really recognise it - but then he hadn't been
paying much attention to anything but Carter last
night.

Carter must still be asleep. He'd never stayed a night
with a man before - what was the morning routine? How
did you do things?

Still, it was warm and, except for the penis, soft. So
he'd just lie here for a bit longer.



There was no more movement from Dave, so John figured
that Dave was still asleep. What a shame. Then John
smiled as he thought about things that could be done to
make Dave wake up -- literally. Subtle things.
Things John discovered last night that aroused Dave.

John moved his left hand very slowly, letting it
lightly brush over the hair on Dave's chest until it
came in contact with a nipple. Then John let his palm
skim back and forth over the nipple until it was a hard
nub. Holding his breath, he waited to see if that was
enough to awaken Dave.



Dave felt the arm that was over him slowly move,
repositioning itself. Scrape his nipple. God, he
suddenly remembered just how Carter had done that to
him last night.

How his body had liquefied at Carter's touch. Only
women were supposed to enjoy being touched like that.

But it was happening again, the hand moving back and
forth stimulating him. Dave could feel blood surge to
his penis, and he let out a slow groan. He just didn't
get how Carter did that.



John grinned. So, Dave was awake. Or at least getting
that way. The hand now began to travel from that
wonderful hard nub to the taut muscles of Dave's
belly. A little bit of time was spent tickling Dave's
belly button, and then John wrapped his hand around
Dave's hard cock. While all of this was happening,
John's mouth was also busy -- licking small circles on
the back of Dave's neck, then softly sucking the skin
there, stopping before leaving any marks.

Dave moved backwards again, ignoring the twinges of
discomfort. He didn't know whether to roll onto his
front or his back, he didn't want this touching to
stop, and couldn't just stay still. Doing either would
reduce the amount of skin to skin contact they had, and
take Carter's ever-hardening cock from his back "God."

Dave finally rolled onto his back, as he moved he felt
a fistful of pain move through his gut. He shut his
eyes at the pain, and didn't open them again, suddenly
a little scared to look at Carter.

"Morning," John whispered as he leaned in to kiss Dave.

Dave felt Carter's lips on his own and relaxed a
little, opening his mouth to let Carter's tongue in,
moving his own tongue in concert. Their tongues
clashed, and Dave felt Carter's move further; over his
teeth, over his palate. Damp and warm and probing. He
moved his teeth a little closer together putting a
little pressure on the tongue, and teasing its tip with
his own.

John felt a shiver run down his spine as Dave's tongue
began to play with his. Ever so slowly, John withdrew
his tongue, letting Dave's follow until they were both
in John's mouth. But John didn't tease Dave's tongue
-- instead he began to suck on it, a reminder of things
already done and a hint of things yet to come.

John felt Dave's arms wrap around him, moving him. Then
he felt Dave's body stiffen and saw a grimace on his
face. The man was obviously in pain and John
remembered the punches that Dave had received from
Adam. "Ah, poor baby. You're probably pretty sore
this morning aren't you? First Adam hits you, then
I...uh, introduce you to something new. Well, I've
always heard that a kiss can make anything feel
better." John carefully leaned over further, making
sure he didn't put any weight on Dave's stomach as he
tenderly kissed the bandage on Dave's forehead. Then
he scooted down to plant several kisses over Dave's
belly. When he gently pushed Dave's legs apart, he
heard a small gasp from Dave, but no request for him to
stop.

John knelt between Dave's legs, then slowly lifted
those well-defined thighs until he could reach his
objective. A series of kisses began at Dave's balls
and dipped down.

Dave wasn't too sure that he liked being called baby,
but any thoughts of that were swept aside as Carter
pleasured him. His breathing became ragged. He put
his arms on Carter's shoulders, tried to hold him in
place, down where his tongue was doing wondrous
things. But the man slithered out from under them, and
came to rest beside him.

"Did that help any?" John asked, his smile far from
innocent.

Dave did his best to control his breathing, and then
replied. "A bit, but you stopped. Go back."

John laughed, even as his mind made note of the fact
that Dave's face was flushed with desire. "In due
time, Dave. In due time. Right now I have something
else in mind. Although I'm not sure that you can
physically handle it." John saw Dave begin to tense,
and he added, "And it has nothing to do with your ass
and everything to do with my own."

Dave grinned. He was ready for this. He hadn't
touched his cock this morning - and he didn't now, as
he remembered the way that Carter had punished him
whenever he did so. "Roll over then."

John shook his head. "Nope. I want to watch your face
when you come, Dave." John lay back, spreading his
legs wide. "The lube is on the table."

Dave ran his hands down the sides of the man in front
of him, then played with the springy cock, feeling it
return to its previous position when he moved it a
little sideways or down. It was definitely hard and
ready. The only problem was that Dave had only done it
face to face with a man once before - and that was last
night with Carter.

Still, once was enough. Dave recalled Carter's
instructions to him. "'kay hold your legs."

John pulled his legs up and out, holding onto his
thighs -- for now. If this lasted long enough then he
would need to find another position or else his legs
would scream at him the rest of the day. He watched as
Dave reached for the lube, already tensing up at the
idea of feeling the cold gel against his flushed skin.

John wished that Dave would fondle him some more, or
play with his nipples or kiss him -- or something.
Something to get him even more ready. Not that he
wasn't ready enough, but John still wanted to feel a
bit more physical pleasure. Then he remembered his
idea of telling Dave what to do while he was fucking
him. With a grin, John looked up at Dave. "Lick my
nipples, Dave."

Dave frowned a little. Bottoms weren't supposed to
give orders. They just lay quiet and got fucked. Dave
dropped the lube then leaned over toward Carter's
chest, and licked first one nipple then the other.

He looked at Carter's face judging how that had been
received then moved away waiting for Carter's response.

John closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of Dave's
tongue caress each nipple. It was nice, but he wanted
more. "Suck on them. Suck hard."

Dave watched the expression on Carter's face. He'd
obviously liked that. And being given orders was
definitely kinda cool. Dave felt himself just getting
harder and harder. Carter's eyes were shut, so when
Dave moved in to suck the furthest nipple he put a hand
on his own cock and squeezed it in time with his
sucking.

John moaned. "Jesus, Dave, yes!" he gasped. He let go
of his left leg and reached down to stroke himself. It
was a little more awkward to use his left hand, but
John knew that his left leg needed the break more than
his right one did. Besides, his intent wasn't to come
but rather to feel more pleasure, so his left hand
would do well enough for that.

Dave released his own dick to slap at Carter's hand.
"No. Mine." He'd meant that Carter's dick was his,
but the word gave Dave an idea, and he pulled Carter's
hand toward Dave's own throbbing cock. "Mine," he
repeated then returned his attention to Carter's
nipple, sucking and assaulting it.

John's grasp on Dave's cock was urgent and needy. He
wanted to pump it, wanted to make Dave come right then
-- but he also wanted to feel Dave inside of him once
more. His desires warred with each other, and his hand
did manage a good tug or three before his desire to
become one with Dave overrode that and he contented
himself with just holding onto Dave. His leg was now
wrapped around Dave's back, holding him in place.

Heat radiated out from his nipple, rippling downward to
his already full cock. John needed more. "Fuck me
now, Dave. Ride me hard," he commanded.

Dave grinned. That was a command he'd enjoy obeying.
Dave scooted toward the bottom of the bed, pushing the
comforter out of the way. He tried to remember the
arrangement of limbs Carter had organised last night,
and pushed Carter's ankle back out of the way.

Then Dave advanced, the thought of being inside Carter
again over-riding the pain in his own stomach and ass.
He knelt between Carter's legs and ran his finger
around the asshole awaiting him. He could hear Carter
catch his breath at that.

Carter felt the heat from the tip of Dave's cock as it
touched him. "Yeah, give it to me, Dave," he managed
to say.

Dave put his hands on Carter's hips and thrust himself
inside, making it hard, just as Carter had commanded.

John had been so anticipating being entered that when
Dave thrust unlubricated the sensations took him a
moment to process. By the time the pain registered in
John's brain, Dave was almost completely inside of
him. "Jesus Christ, Dave! Stop!" John screamed.
"Get out. God, get it out now!"

There was no mistaking the pain in that yell; Dave
withdrew instinctively from Carter. He rolled over to
the far side of the bed putting distance between them.
And suddenly found air where bed used to be. He
scrabbled for a second, then got hold of a bedpost as
he fell.

He was as hot as hell, needing sex. He'd just hurt
Carter somehow. And was kneeling on a cold floor.
Overall things had been better ten minutes ago.

Even as Dave pulled out, all John was aware of was the
burning pain that was concentrated in his anus. He
heard a soft thump, but his mind wasn't quite able to
register the meaning of that noise. Curling up into a
ball with his eyes tightly closed, John gritted his
teeth, trying to will away the lingering pain. The fact
that it was easing now that Dave was no longer inside
of him had to be a good sign that there had been no
tearing of fragile tissue.

John touched himself down there, his fingers meeting
skin and nothing warm and sticky. No blood there was
something to be thankful about.

Dave wasn't sure if he should just leave now or wait to
be thrown out in a minute. But he didn't want to go -
the idea surprised him. Normally he couldn't get away
fast enough from a man he'd been with - hell he'd never
stayed a night with one before, he hadn't even been in
a bed with one before. But he wanted to stay here this
morning, and not have it just end, not never see each
other again. Not that that was possible anyway, with
them both working in the ER. But he wanted to stay.

And he'd hurt Carter. He'd hurt Carter. Carter, who'd
already been badly hurt.

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

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