Topping and Tailing
Part Four
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:

John was barely able to suppress a shudder when Dave
touched him with just one finger. More, he thought.
Touch it more. Please? And then he felt another touch
from Dave, this time on his cheek. John suddenly
opened his eyes and saw Dave staring at him. Those
dark brown eyes looked hungry...and not for breakfast.
There was no derision there. No mockery. No joking.
Maybe, just maybe, he had been wrong about what he had
been thinking about Dave. Maybe.


Dave rubbed the tear between his forefinger and thumb.
He wasn't getting an answer. He tried to formulate
some words, but only came out with "Why?"

"Because I didn't think you wanted me after all."

"Huh?" Dave couldn't figure out the logic behind that,
but it didn't sound like he was about to get thrown out
anyway. "Clean enough?"

John lowered his head. He should have known that Dave
wouldn't want to hear him talk about his feelings.
Dave didn't want to talk, period. "Yeah. Clean
enough. Although I don't see why we couldn't have done
this in the shower. I had been looking forward to
washing your body in there."

"If yelling about picking a fight is your way of asking
to shower then I'm surprised you're not a virgin."

John saw a faint smile on Dave's lips and he took heart
at that. "Well, I was trying to get you mad enough to
get off that damn bed. It worked, but not the way I
wanted it to." John reached out and lightly touched
Dave's cheek. "I'm sorry."

Dave turned his head and caught Carter's thumb in his
mouth. He sucked on it; there was a faint trace of
soap there, but not much. And it felt so good to have
some part of Carter inside him. He shut his eyes and
concentrated on moving his tongue around feeling the
nail and the pad of the thumb, and the joint and . .

No matter how much John ached to have Dave actually
talk with him, John couldn't ignore the wonderful
sensations that Dave was creating within him. Having
Dave suck on his thumb reminded John of how much he
wanted to take Dave's cock into his mouth and suck on
it to his leisure. John scooted forward, letting his
thighs touch Dave's hips and then John reached out and
took Dave's cock into his hand. Once there, he knew he
could find some way to get it to his mouth.

Dave smiled broadly when Carter touched him. It felt
so good after just the water and some tantalizing bumps
against Carter's body. He was firmly enclosed in
Carter's hand, squeezed between Carter's hips. He
thrust upward into the fingers, and tried to move
forward to get closer to his lover.

John could feel Dave's movements, so he took a risk.
"Please stand up," he requested. If Dave stood, then
John might be at the right height to take that luscious
organ into his mouth.

The hand on his penis was so good. Dave would do
anything for it, even move his hips out of the embrace
of Carter's thighs. Using Carter's shoulders for
balance Dave stood up - unwilling to forgo the pressure
for even a second. The air felt cold on his naked body
after the warmth of the bubbling water.

John grinned as he saw that he was mostly right. With
Dave standing, all John had to do was bend forward ever
so slightly -- just as he was now doing. John moved
his hand to the base of Dave's cock and then he slowly
began to suck on the tip, taking the swollen member
into his mouth ever so slowly.

It was warm and cool, and he was getting sucked
inside. Dave put his hands more firmly on the
shoulders and moved himself closer; thrusting and
retreating slightly.

John ignored Dave's small thrusts and concentrated on
taking in more of Dave's cock. As his mouth moved down
the shaft, John moved his hand to Dave's balls, cupping
them for a few minutes before lifting them up to enjoy
the feel of their heft. Nice heavy balls, that was
what Dave had. John grinned around Dave's cock as he
remembered hearing Benton mutter something one day
about "Malucci having balls of steel" -- well, they
weren't steel, but they were certainly heavy enough to
be mistaken for metal. John wanted those balls in his
mouth, too. And he wanted to rim Dave once more since
he knew Dave had liked that earlier. But he couldn't
do that from this position. He would just have to
content himself with Dave's cock for a few more
minutes, but he was determined to get Dave seated on
the edge of the Jacuzzi before he let Dave get release.

John had no problem deep-throating a cock -- but at his
own pace. Dave was moving far too quickly for him.
John had to let go of Dave's balls in order to use both
of his hands to hold Dave's hips in place. Keep the
man still. And then John continued to suck in Dave's
cock, relaxing his throat muscles so that he could take
in all of him, not stopping until Dave's pubic hair was
tickling his nose. And then it was time to slowly go
back up, sucking tightly on the shaft as he did so.
Once he reached the corona of the head, John let his
teeth lightly scrape the sensitive area, hoping to hear
Dave moan from that touch. Then his tongue swirled
over the head itself, lapping up the pre-ejaculate that
was accumulating there. The hot and salty liquid made
Carter want more. He would not be satisfied until he
had swallowed all that Dave could give him when he
finally came.

Dave growled in frustration when Carter stilled his
hips. It was good, good, good to go all the way down
but he wanted and needed to move. He was growing
lightheaded from all the feeling. He tried swiveling
sideways, needing something - movement, friction. He
lost his balance in the soapy water, and grabbed at
Carter for support.

John let go of Dave's hips and instead grabbed the man
around the waist, wrapping his arms around him tightly
as he lowered his mouth all the way down. If Dave was
going back underwater, then he was going to be with
him. Apparently though, having the added support of
his arms must have helped Dave because he seemed to get
his feet under him once more. Well, that told John
that it was now time to get Dave seated on the edge.
He slowly pulled off, then looked up at Dave, delighted
to see the look of pure ecstasy on the other man's
face. "Will you sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi for
me? I can reach you a lot easier that way."

Dave would have gone to the moon for Carter just then.
The only problem with moving was that it meant that
Carter's arms would leave his waist. But . . . it had
to be done. He climbed up onto the edge, and opened
his legs hoping to give Carter the best possible
access. "This do?"

John grinned. "Perfect. Just perfect." John stepped
between Dave's legs, then knelt on the bottom of the
Jacuzzi. He was at the perfect height. He didn't
hesitate to take Dave into his mouth once more, slowly
working him over again. After a bit of that, he left
there and directed his attention to Dave's balls,
slowly sucking each one into his mouth until they both
rested there. He just let them sit there for a moment
or two, savoring how they felt. Then he began to
gently suck on them.

Dave moved his hands into Carter's hair and held on
tight. This was great. Flashes of coloured light were
passing in front of his eyes. He wanted it to last
forever and finish at once. He needed it to...oh, God,
he just needed it.

John knew he had to back off. It wasn't time yet for
Dave to come. John carefully disengaged his mouth from
Dave's tender balls, giving one last suck on the loose
sac. Then he lifted the ball sac up and began to lick
his way from the underside of Dave's balls to his
anus. John did that several times, lapping at the skin
there, noting the taste of soap from the water. Dave's
grip was beginning to ease now, and John thought he
could safely do something else. Something that he had
not yet done to Dave. Without warning, John dipped his
head further, inserting his tongue into that tight
opening and feeling Dave's muscles immediately tighten
around it. John moved around to get a better angle and
then he began to tongue fuck Dave's ass. He could feel
the tremors that were running through Dave's body at
this new sensation and John was glad that Dave had run
off earlier. He wouldn't have been able to easily do
this in the shower of his bathroom.

Dave gripped tighter then let go of Carter's hair and
lay back to give the best possible access, then tried
putting his feet on the edge, and propelling his
buttocks over the edge, and arching his back. Whatever
Carter was doing it was good, good, good. Anything to
add to the sensation. Anything. He reached downwards
for his cock, and began to pump it too. This was so
good.

John smiled when he realised that Dave's movements were
not to get away from him but give him as much access to
that sweet spot as he could. John resumed his attack
with gusto, stopping only when he noticed Dave's hand
giving Dave some much needed relief. John pulled
back. "No. That's mine. You come in me or you don't
come at all, Dave."

Dave groaned but dropped his hand. Then wiggled again,
looking for some friction. "Please . . . Please."

"Easy. We've got plenty of time, Dave. What do you
want me to do next? The same thing I was just doing?
Or would you rather have me suck you off all the way?"
It seemed to John that he was able to get more talking
out of Dave during the heat of passion than he could
when they weren't doing anything, so he was going for
all he could get right now. Finding out what turned
Dave on the most.

"Anything . . . All of them. Just do it. God."
Dave's hand snaked toward his cock again, he needed
something, and Carter had picked now to talk?

"There isn't one sensation you preferred above all the
others? Nothing that you would rather do or have me
do? I'm surprised, Dave. At work you always have an
opinion. What are the nurses going to say when I tell
them that you can't think when you're aroused?"
Instead of waiting for an answer, John lowered his
mouth over Dave's cock, thinking it was the only sure
way to keep Dave's own hands away from it.

Dave couldn't parse those sentences. The only thing
that mattered was that Carter was sucking his cock
again. He arched his back trying to get further
inside. But now his ass was achingly empty. "My ass,
too. Please."

Intent on pleasing Dave, John dipped his hand into the
water, then quickly inserted his forefinger into that
needy ass of his. In the same deliberate manner that
he worked over Dave's cock, John worked over Dave's
ass, moving as slow as possible, making full contact
with the prostate, which he could never reach with just
his tongue. Another finger soon followed, and John
twisted the two of them around and in and out. By now
Dave's hips were thrusting upward, pushing Dave's cock
even further down his throat. John was now ready to
let Dave have release, and he increased speed in both
areas. His head bobbing rapidly on Dave's cock, John
also worked his fingers quickly in and out. John could
feel Dave's balls pull up into his body and he prepared
himself for the eruption that was going to hit at any
second. He wanted to have Dave's cock completely in
his mouth when Dave orgasmed because he didn't want to
spill a single precious drop.

"Goooooooodddddddddddd."

John felt the hot liquid of Dave's semen hit the back
of his throat and he swallowed it eagerly, hungry for
more. As he felt Dave's cock grow limp, John continued
to suck, wanting to milk all of it out of Dave. Now
this was what John called a decent breakfast! Once
Dave was completely spent, John gently let him go. He
got to his knees on the seat and wrapped his arms
around Dave, resting his head on Dave's chest, enjoying
listening as the rapid heartbeat slowed to a normal
level.

Carter's head was touching him, but Dave needed more,
he reached up wanting the other man to lie down beside
him. To be able to cuddle up to him and feel his
smooth chest and kiss him, and run his hands through
his hair. "Please?"

"Yes?"

"Come here? Please."

John crawled out of the water and settled himself on
the cool marble beside Dave. He shivered a bit from
the difference in temperature between the water and the
marble, but Dave wanted him here, so here he would
stay.

Dave squidged sideways, putting one leg half over
Carter's nearest, and pressing up against his arm. He
wanted to be inside the embrace of that arm, but in the
mean time he put an arm of his own around Carter's
shoulders. He cuddled up tighter and kissed the
nearest bit of flesh. He felt something hard against
his thigh, and looked down. The redwood. As hard and
huge as ever. He reached over with one hand and played
with it. He'd be happy cuddling here for a while, but
Carter still hadn't come. He wrapped his hand around
it. "Want to deal with this?"

"Are you sure you don't mind?" John asked, glad to
hear that Dave was willing to give oral sex another
try.

"Sure." He'd prefer to stay right here, but he'd do
this for Carter.

Dave slid off Carter, and positioned himself flat on
his front on the slick marble. He opened his legs, and
waited for Carter to come to him. "All ready."

"Um, Dave, we don't have any lubricant here. I can't
enter you without that. It would hurt you too much."
John tenderly said, although he was touched at what
Dave was offering. "Can you wait long enough for me to
go get something?"

Dave raised his head, and looked around. He was sure
that there'd been lubricant here last night but . . .
he couldn't see any either. He didn't want to come out
of his post-coital slump long enough to look for any -
and he'd probably just get lost again anyway. "Don't
be long."

John practically jumped to his feet. "I'll be right
back. I think we left it on the bed, didn't we? Or do
you have an objection to vegetable oil? The kitchen's
much closer than my bedroom." John stopped halfway to
the door to await Dave's answer.

"Whatever. Just get back here."

"Right." John rushed from the poolroom and to the
kitchen. Where would Corrine keep the oil? He started
opening cabinets until he found a bottle of it. He
practically ran back to the pool room, his hard cock
hitting his belly as he ran.

Carter burst through the door then had to lean against
the doorjamb to catch his breath.



The marble was lonely without Carter. Dave lay for a
while, then wiggled. If he'd had Carter here and his
warmth to snuggle against, and his body to mess with it
would have seemed like no time at all. But it was
lonely. He was just thinking about moving, going to
find Carter when he heard heavy breathing. Dave looked
up and saw Carter leaned against the doorjamb. He
smiled, and opened his legs further. "Hi, there."



John grinned as he watched Dave spread his legs further
apart. "Hey. Do you come here often?" John asked as
he walked over to Dave.

"My second time."

John knelt between those legs and then opened the
bottle of oil. Instead of putting it into his palm, he
simply poured it over Dave's butt, then rubbed it into
Dave's skin.

More and more was poured out onto Dave, and John worked
it into that tight opening before applying it liberally
to his own cock. He set the nearly empty bottle aside,
far away as he could since it was glass, and then he
lowered himself behind Dave, slowly entering that hot
opening.

Then Dave felt Carter probing his opening. It was
sore, and he could feel himself stretching, stretching
as he accommodated the redwood. "Oh, God."

John appreciated the fact that Dave was arching up to
give him better access, but the marble floor didn't
give like a mattress did, and John needed more access.
He lifted Dave's hip up even further as he drove his
cock in all the way. It was so hot and tight and
wonderful inside of Dave. "Perfect. You are perfect,
Dave. Every inch of you is nothing but perfection."
And then he began to thrust in and out, knowing he
wouldn't last long, but not caring. All he cared about
was filling Dave's body with his come -- making Dave
his, body and soul, becoming one with the man who lay
beneath him.

Dave did his best to push back against Carter's
thrusting. He was stretched, stretched beyond belief.
But he wanted to be stretched more and more until he
had every atom of Carter inside himself. "Harder.
More." He wanted Carter to make him his. He wanted
every cell of his body inscribed with Carter's name.
"God. My God."

"As you wish."

Dave screamed as the skin on the back of his neck was
nipped. "God. I'm yours. Make me yours. Please."

"Forever, Dave? Are you mine forever?"

"Forever. As long as you want me. Then forever." The
marble was so slick that Dave couldn't move backwards
into Carter's thrusts, he had to wait for them to
come. He was helpless, and he needed Carter. Needed
him so badly. "Oh God. Bite me. Please. Harder."

"Yes, Dave, yes." John breathed as he began to nibble
on the flesh of Dave's shoulder. Some bites were
light, some a little harder, but John never broke the
skin. He found all the places he had previously marked
on Dave and marked him all over again, deepening their
color. "Oh, God, Dave, I'm coming. Are you ready?
Are you really mine? All mine?" John panted as his
body took over from his brain and began to thrust
wildly into Dave, faster and faster. The marble hurt
his knees, but John never noticed the bruising -- all
he noticed was the need that was building up inside his
body -- the horrible heat that was being emitted from
his balls, from his own core -- and then it exploded
into Dave -- over and over and over again it spewed.
John's body stiffened even though his cock still sought
to go deeper, even as it slowly returned to normal
size. John collapsed upon Dave's back, completely
spent and too tired to move.

"Yours," Dave repeated with each spurt, "yours, and
yours, and yours." Dave reluctantly collapsed onto the
marble. He needed Carter to stay in him, but couldn't
support this position forever.

John burrowed his face between Dave's shoulder blades
and sighed. "Mine." He grinned. "All mine."

Dave smiled as he lay on the marble, "All yours. You
own me." He tried to tighten his ass muscle, renewing
the contact. "Yours." He repeated.

John moaned then finally, too tired to move, asked "You
okay to stay like this for a bit?"

"Yes. Please." Dave liked having the weight of Carter
on top of him. The warmth and softness of the flesh
contrasted with the hard slickness of the marble
underneath.

"Good." John relaxed, even though his back was now
screaming at him. As were his knees. His knees he
could figure out from the marble floor, but he wasn't
sure why his back was bothering him. Then he
remembered running and stopping suddenly in the kitchen
and running back. There was also the fact that in the
past twelve hours he had engaged in some rather
physical sexual activities with Dave. When he was with
Adam it was always the same thing -- him on the bed
with Adam thrusting into him. The only thing that
varied was if he was on his back or his belly. But one
thing remained constant -- Adam didn't have the
recovery power that Dave had, so once was it.

Maybe he could get another back massage from Dave
later? It had certainly felt good before. John sighed
as he realized that he really wanted to talk with Dave
right now. John always liked to talk after sex. The
women he had been with had told him more than once that
he wasn't like the usual guys who wanted to roll over
and go to sleep. John never did tell them that they
were right about that. Most usual guys weren't
bi-sexual. But, John was learning, and he would not
risk upsetting this coziness by asking Dave to talk
with him. It would have to be enough to just stay like
this. "Let me know if the floor gets, too hard, okay?
We can move to a chair or my bed, or something."

Dave shook his head as best as he could. "You'd have
to leave me then." It was hard to speak with Carter's
weight on top of him "Could roll over though." That
would work, they'd still be touching, and maybe Carter
would play with his nipples.

"On our sides?" John asked. He knew he couldn't
handle all of Dave's weight on his body, not with his
back acting up.

Dave started to try nodding then gave up. "Yes, kinda
like waking up." He remembered being spooned in the
warm softness. It had been good. "That okay?"

Waking up? John wasn't sure what Dave meant by that,
but he rolled off of Dave's back and got on his side,
waiting to see what Dave would do.

Dave tried to tighten his muscles as Carter withdrew,
but it didn't do any good. Carter left him. He looked
around and saw Carter on his side, and slithered over
to join in, trying to spoon like they had earlier, but
the new patch of marble was cold, and there wasn't a
pillow, and it just wasn't the same. Dave sighed and
wiggled in frustration, Carter shouldn't have left him.

"This marble isn't very comfortable, is it?" John
asked. "How about my bed? It's nice and warm and soft
there."

Dave shrugged; the marble had been just fine until
Carter moved. "Sure." He felt a growling deep in his
stomach. "Food too?"

"You're on your own with food. Sorry. I can't cook.
I'd be more than happy to eat whatever you cook,
though." John got to his feet and extended his hand
toward Dave to help him get to his feet. "And I guess
I should take that oil, what's left of it, back to the
kitchen anyway."

"What've you been eating?" There had to be some food
in a house this big.

"When the cook isn't here, Gamma cooks. When Gamma
isn't here, I eat out a lot. Magoos mostly. There's
food here. I just don't know how to cook it. I can
heat up frozen stuff though, but I don't think you want
a frozen dinner for breakfast, do you? I could handle
that since I've already had my breakfast this morning."

Dave did a double take as he realised what Carter was
referring to. "There has to be something. Where's the
kitchen?" He wanted to eat. And he liked the idea of
feeding Carter breakfast, just as he'd fed him come.

"Grab my hand and I'll take you there. It isn't far."

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