A Test of Love part 6

Luka broke his arm in an accident involving an attempt to race shopping cart. The next day, Dave got bitten by a patient and was freaking out about the possibility that he could be infected with HIV. Luka did his best to comfort and reassure him, promising to stand by him, no matter what the results were. Kerry told Luka that she wouldn't be able to give him the results of Dave's tests without express permission from him. Luka surprised both himself and Dave by proposing to him. He explained to Dave that although they could not legally be married, they could still become each others 'next of kin', which was what he wanted. To Luka's delight, Dave accepted.

Kerry brought them the news that the patient was going to let his blood be tested and 'suggested' that Dave take a few hours off until the results were back. Luka and Dave decided to go shopping for rings. The shopping excursion was spoiled by a bigoted salesman so they decided to head back to County, discussing 'wedding plans' along the way.



"Oh, I hadn't thought that far ahead," admitted Luka. "But I don't really think that either of us are technically 'entitled' to wear white for a wedding...but I admit...the thought of seeing you looking at me from under a white veil has a certain...appeal..."

"Yeah, well..." was all Dave managed to say before a car ran a red light and slammed straight into them.

There was a shriek of metal against metal...the crash of breaking glass...and then silence.



Dave opened his eyes to see Luka sitting in front of him on the bed in their apartment. "Dave...you know that I love you...and you know that I would do anything that you ask of me...?"

Dave nodded.

Luka continued, "But that does not include wearing *this*..." He held up a skimpy French Maid's uniform.

"Why not?" asked Dave with a mock pout on his face. Sliding over to Luka, he knelt on the bed behind him and started gently massaging his shoulders.

"Because...ah..." sighed Luka as Dave found a particularly sensitive spot. "It...it's silly," he managed to say.

"You don't mean to tell me that you never thought of doing it with a French Maid?" asked Dave as he bent his head and nuzzled at the back of Luka's neck. "Hell, I thought that was the only reason you stayed in that hotel of yours," he teased.

"Very funny," said Luka, sighing softly as Dave's hands gently kneaded away the tension of the day. "I'd be lying if I said I'd *never* thought of it...but I always imagined doing it *with* a French Maid...not *as* one...if you are so interested...then why don't you wear it?"

"Because..." Dave nibbled gently on Luka's ear. "Because it's not my size..."

"I can't imagine what possessed your sisters to give it to me as a Christmas present." Luka could feel Dave's hands stop in their track.

"Oh no," he groaned, turning around to look at Dave's shame-faced expression. "You didn't suggest it to them, did you?"

"Well...not exactly...you remember last Halloween when Kat came to stay...and you were working...so we hit the town...and well, we both had a lot to drink..."

"And I found you passed out in bed with 'Dave Malucci is a wanker' written in lipstick on your back...and someone had been sick in the shower? Yes, I remember."

"Well, I may have mentioned it then...but I never thought she'd remember...hell, I hardly remember half the stuff we talked about..."

Luka groaned in disbelief. "I will never be able to face your family again," he groaned as he pushed Dave back onto the bed. "You are a very very bad boy," he whispered in Dave's ear before kissing him full on the lips.

"But you love me that way," grinned Dave, knowing that Luka wasn't really angry with him. "So will you wear it?"

"I will try it...once...okay?"

Dave nodded and smiled knowingly. "Now?"

"Where is that video camera of yours?" asked Luka.

Dave's smile got even wider. "You want to tape us?"

Luka shook his head, "No...I just want to make sure that *you* are not taping us."

"Spoilsport," said Dave, with a mock pout.

"We will see who is the spoilsport," said Luka as he bent his face to Dave and started covering him with light feathery kisses.

Dave closed his eyes as Luka started running his hands all over his body, murmuring softly all the time.

"You are so beautiful, little one as you lie there beneath me. When I see your naked body lying there waiting...I can hardly control myself...I want to cover every inch of you with kisses...light kisses first...the type that you can barely feel but that make you eager for more...then I will kiss you harder...I will tongue you all over until you are moaning with desire...then I will move my lips to your cock...I will take you into my mouth and suck on you until you are hard...then I will suck some more until you are beyond reason...until the only thing that matters to you is my lips and my tongue and my mouth...and then when you lie there exhausted from coming stronger and harder than you have before...then I will take you in my arms and I will kiss and caress you until you are ready to come again...."

Luka took a deep breath as he worked his way down Dave's body. "Then I will take you in my hands..."

Dave frowned as Luka's voice suddenly changed in tone and said, "I've got good breath sounds bilaterally...pupils are equal and reactive..."

Dave's eyes flew open in shock to see Pickman shining a penlight in them. "Wha...where...?" he groaned.

"He's awake," Pickman called to Zadro. "Get me an I.V."

Turning back to Dave, she said, "Dave, can you hear me? Do you know what happened?" As she was speaking, she rolled up Dave's sleeve and started cleaning the vein.

"I...I...don't know..."

"Okay, I'm just going to put in an I.V. so make a fist."

Dave watched in a daze as she tightened the tourniquet. "No...wa...wait...careful..." he gasped. "Patient...patient bit me...tests...tests not back yet..."

Pickman looked at Dave, "It's okay Dave...we're using universal precautions, but I'll be careful."

Turning back to Dave she deftly inserted the I.V. "Okay...all done...do you remember what happened?"

Dave frowned, trying to clear his head. His eyes widened as he remembered driving. "I...I was driving...talking...oh God...Luka..." He tried to turn his head to see his passenger, but couldn't move his head. "Luka? Luka, where are you? Why can't I move my head...what's happening?"

Pickman could see that Dave was close to panicking. "It's okay Dave," she said, trying to calm him down. "We have you immobilized...just until we get you out of the car...Luka's fine...he's sitting next to you...he's just a bit dazed...that's why he's not answering..."

"Luka?" called Dave, a note of hysteria entering his voice. He reached frantically with his hand. Pickman grabbed it and brought it down to Luka's casted arm. Dave clutched at it like a drowning man and breathed a sigh of relief as he felt Luka's fingers move in his. Tears ran down his cheeks as he squeezed back.



Luka had only briefly lost consciousness after the impact. He had woken to find the windshield smashed and glass everywhere. His instinctive reaction had been to reach for Dave to see was he all right, but the instant he moved, pain had shot through his chest...the familiar pain of damaged ribs. All he could do was whisper Dave's name, but even that slight effort sent waves of pain through him. Thinking like a doctor instead of a concerned lover, he had been forced to remain still and take shallow breaths to avoid causing any more damage. He had been able to see that Dave was unconscious but breathing...all he could do was wait for help to come.



Pickman returned to the car with a blanket. "Okay guys, I need to put this over you two while the firemen are cutting the car open...just to protect you from glass and stuff. It'll take a few minutes and it'll be noisy as hell, but once it's done, we'll get you out of here and into the bus. Okay?"

"Yeah," said Dave, weakly. Luka gave a thumbs up and then the blanket was placed over them.

Dave held Luka's hand as they heard the screech of the 'jaws-of-life'. There was the sound of breaking glass and the screech of metal and then the noise stopped. Dave kept hold of Luka's hand as the roof of the car was lifted off and as the blanket was removed. He only let go reluctantly when the time came to slide them both onto stretchers.

"Okay Dave, you're coming with us...Dr. Kovac is going with Lewis. But you'll both be at County soon. Okay?" said Pickman.

Dave nodded wearily, barely able to speak. "Pickman...tell Luka...tell him that I love him..." he closed his eyes.

"Funny," said Pickman. "That's just what he told Zadro to tell you." She patted Dave on the shoulder. "I'll tell him...but you can tell him yourself soon enough."

To be continued.