Carter had been serious about Luka getting rest. By the end of the
week, both of them felt better for having gotten adequate sleep.
Sunday morning found them dressing to go out. Luka had begun
attending the church he'd visited while treating a bishop some time
ago. John, was on his way to brunch with his grandparents. By a
stroke of luck, named Kerry Weaver, they had Monday off.
"You're looking much better John." Millicent Carter observed.
"Thanks, Gamma. I feel much better, too." They had served themselves
from the lavish buffet and were seated at a table over-looking the
city skyline. John ate like a starving man, smiling as he noticed the
cucumber salad on his grandfather's plate. "Thanks again for putting
up with me while I was convalescing."
"Humph. Wouldn't have been necessary if you'd had any sense. What
kind of place is that hospital? Patients running around with knives,
killing people...
"You're looking well, grandfather." John acted as if he hadn't heard
the old man.
"Small thanks to you. Just when are you going to come to your senses
and give up that stupid job?"
"The same day you get some better manners, grandfather." John replied
firmly. Robert Buchanan Carter's eyes went wide.
"'Bout time you grew a backbone. I was beginning to think you'd
always be a weak-minded fool. Your brother never had any problem
standing up to me."
"That's probably because you never slapped him when he did." John was
serene. "Gamma? Did you see 'Ria in London?"
Millicent Carter frowned at her husband's irritability. "Yes. She's
up to her elbows in a major re-organization effort. Our London office
has never been more productive." Millicent was proud of her
granddaughter. "When did you last talk to her?"
Millicent and John chatted while the old man silently fumed. John
should have been the one to be working in London. He glanced at his
grandson, and noticed a ring on the third finger of his left hand.
"Now you're wearing jewelry." he grumped.
"Yes."
"Are you seeing someone, John?" Millicent wanted nothing more than
great-grandchildren.
"Come on, Gamma. I don't really have the time just now, for a social
life." That's not really a lie, John thought grinning. He and Luka
rarely went out, unless you counted trips to the grocery store or the
laundromat.
"Well, if you're not engaged or married, that piece of frippery
should be on your other hand."
"Hey, grandfather, wearing it on this finger keeps the gold-diggers
at a distance." John knew his grandfather feared his grandson would
be easy prey to fortune-hunters.
After another hour of stilted conversation, John excused himself and
left the hotel restaurant. Luka should be home by now. The next time
he saw his grandparents, he'd leave his ring at home. Feeling as if
he'd just tangoed through a mine field, John splurged on a taxi. By
the time he reached the apartment, he was literally running.
He'd barely fished out his keys, when Luka opened the door. He was
still dressed for church and John thought he looked good enough to
eat. Kicking the door closed, he kissed Luka, a nice slow, steady
kiss and felt the familiar dizziness envelope him.
"Did you have a nice time?" Luka asked as they headed down the hall
to the bedroom.
"No. I got the third degree over your ring, but I managed to avoid
giving the old codger any hints. I can't wait until you're a citizen.
As soon as you swear that oath, I'm going to phone him, tell him
about us, and if we're lucky, never have anything to do with my
family again."
"Come here, Janaskja." Luka said in a low husky voice. John stepped
into the strong embrace. After some more of Luka's delicious kisses,
John forgot all about his family.
They took turns undressing each other: slowly at first, then faster.
John went on his knees as Luka handed him a condom. He caressed
Luka's penis, loving the feel as it stiffened in his hands. In one
swift move, he took almost all of it into his mouth, humming
tunelessly. Then he slowly let the erect organ slide from his lips,
its surface bathed in saliva.
Luka shivered slightly as cool air flowed over him. John opened the
condom and slowly, rolled it onto his lover, kissing and licking the
shaft before covering it to the base. Luka groaned as John went to
work once more; his mouth providing a vortex of sensation. Luka
grabbed John's shoulders and began to push himself deeper into the
velvety softness. He bit down on his lower lip, stalling his orgasm.
John's lips and tongue slid effortlessly over the hardness. When John
began humming again, Luka gave himself over to his climax. John could
feel hot semen filling the condom, so he eased up, holding the
throbbing member in his mouth until Luka's erection began to fade.
John rose to his feet and began to kiss Luka's chest, throat, and
neck; soft, gentle kisses that only heightened Luka's feeling of
satisfaction. He softly removed the condom and dropped it into the
trash. "I love you, so much." John whispered. "So very much."
Luka bent his head to kiss John's lips, sighing as his lover yielded
access to the interior of his mouth. They stood for a while, kissing
passionately then moved onto the bed. Luka opened the nightstand and
retrieved the lubricant as John gently teased him into hardness once
more. "I must not have done a very good job if you are ready this
quickly." he murmured.
"Lie down on your stomach." Luka replied, using his long hands to
stroke and fondle John's body, relishing the feel of wiry muscle
under the soft skin. He bent to kiss the smooth buttocks. John really
had the most gorgeous ass. Luka put on another condom. Just the
thought of entering John had him harder than ever. He applied the
lubricant liberally to them both then moved into position. Using his
right hand, he guided himself into the warmth and tightness of John's
anus.
"Ohh, that feels good. Fill me, Sascha. Fill me up. I want all of you
inside me." John's tenor voice was deeper when he was aroused.
"All in good time, Janaskja." Luka smiled as he pushed in a little
more, then withdrew, teasing John, making him squirm with
anticipation. After several minutes of what he privately called "hide
and seek", Luka began to thrust deeply, slowly. By now, John was
almost shouting. Ignoring the demands that he increase his pace, Luka
continued his sexy horizontal sarabande, accompanied by a high-
pitched, incoherent obbligato.
John's mind was blank. His body twitching out of his control. Each
time Luka's cock pressed upon his prostate, John felt a small
explosion of pleasure. He didn't realize that Luka was tightly
gripping the base of his scrotum, postponing his ejaculation. Just
when he thought he would faint from these bursts of sensation, Luka
began to go faster, his own needs no longer to be denied. They
climaxed simultaneously, crying each other's names.
"That was marvellous." John murmured, his face pressed into Luka's
chest. They had showered and returned to bed.
I'm glad you enjoyed it." Luka sighed. He felt totally at peace. The
feel of lips on his nipple made him open his eyes. John's were
closed, the long lashes brushing his cheeks. His mouth moved from one
dark bud to the other as he got up and straddled Luka's hips.
John held Luka's face in his hands and kissed him, using his tongue
to gain access the warm sweetness inside. Luka began to put his arms
around his lover, but John stopped him. "Let me love you." Was all he
said before continuing to shower Luka with small soft kisses. His
tapered fingers gently massaged Luka's skin as he moved lower down.
Luka raised his head onto the pillow so that he could watch. John's
face, from that angle took on an almost feline appearance, the tip of
his nose sheltering lips that curved upwards in a cat-like smile.
John moved himself between Luka's legs, kissing first one thigh, then
the other. He purposely ignored the burgeoning erection rising before
him. After what seemed hours where Luka floated between conciousness
and oblivion, John sat up, brushing his hair out of his face.
He leaned over and reached for a condom and the lubricant. Slowly he
covered himself, his eyes downcast, a soft smile on his lips. He
lifted Luka's legs out of the way and raised his hips until they were
resting on and between his own thighs. Moving forward, he began to
apply lubricant to Luka's anus then gently pressed the tip of his un-
lubricated penis into the opening, coating its tip with lubricant,
then withdrawing. He applied more lubricant, while slowly pumping
Luka's quivering erection. Leaning forward he rubbed the tip of his
penis against Luka's coating it with pre-ejaculate fluid then
inserted it once more, just a little deeper.
Luka tried to move his hips and thereby have John enter him more
deeply. John shook his head, and continued to slowly apply the
lubricant to them both. "Please, John, I want you in me now."
"Shhh. John put a long finger across Luka's lips. Silence fell again.
Finally, just when Luka thought he would go crazy from the mounting
anticipation, John slid home, rocking his hips as he gently stretched
Luka's muscles. Looking up, he locked eyes with Luka. "Are you ready
for me?"
"Ohhh yesss." Luka's voice was a husky whisper.
John nodded and began to pump his hips. Using one hand, he squeezed
where his testicles joined to his body. The other hand softly stroked
Luka's penis. By now, Luka could not contain himself. His moans
rapidly became louder as John increased the pace and the pressure. He
counted to himself, five long deep strokes, followed by three shallow
ones.* Luka gibbered; incohate sounds emanating from deep inside him.
When he reached a total of 100 strokes, John released his hold on
himself and used both hands to pleasure his lover. He thrust rapidly,
feeling his own impending climax. It didn't take long. With a joyous
cry, John began to come as he withdrew, and quickly shucked off the
condom. Using one hand, he pumped himself dry, his semen and Luka's
coating Luka's heaving belly. Sliding upwards once more, John lay in
Luka's embrace as they both calmed. He listened to the strong rapid
beats of Luka's heart, feeling them pulse in counter-point to his
own. The last thing he remembered, was Luka pulling the comforter
over both of them.
* * * * *
Robert George Buchanan Carter frowned at the man seated before his
desk. "So you're telling me my grandson is not involved with some
mercenary hussy?"
"That's right sir." The man was a private investigator. "Unless he
has her shipped in by Federal Express, no one visits the apartment he
shares with one of the doctors from the hospital."
"He's living with someone?"
"Yes, a Dr. Luka Alexsandr Kovac. He's also a trauma physician at
County General."
"Oh." Robert Carter was surprised. John's new-found spine could only
be the result of being in love. The only times he'd ever stood up to
his grandfather was when the dumb boy believed himself to be in love
with a rapacious female who only wanted the Carter money.
"You must have missed her when she visits, or he goes to see her."
"I don't believe so, sir." came the polite reply.
"Well bug his phone, the apartment. He must call her. Find that
woman! If he's taking all these precautions to hide her from us, she
must be truly awful." The old man tossed a wad of bills onto the
desk. Double that if you identify her by the end of the week. You may
go."
Sighing, the little man put the money in his coat pocket and left the
room. As soon as he reached the street, he pulled out his cell'
phone. "Hey, Jeff, I'm going to need some help. Yeah, the old boy is
really determined to bust this one up. Two Chi-Con uniforms and the
usual surveillance equipment. We can do it this afternoon, he and the
other guy will be at work. Alright, I'll meet you there at 3 o'
clock." It was too bad, some people just didn't know when to let well
enough alone.
* * * * *
"Here's a note from the super." Luka and John had identical shifts
for the remainder of the week.
John read the work slip and threw it away. "They were looking for the
source of a power surge, but they didn't find it here."
"That's because they didn't look in the bedroom." Luka smiled as he
pulled off his sweatshirt. "I seem to remember someone using enough
juice to fry the city in there last night."
"Probably the construction workers moving the earth again." John
grinned in return. "What do you want to eat?"
"Chicago sausage with the double casing and extra white sauce,
please."
"Come on, Luka, I'm serious."
"So am I. Get over here." Luka wrapped his arms around John and held
him. "I love you."
"Flirt. You're just saying that so I'll prepare your favorite
dish...", the bug picked up every word, crystal clear.
"There's no doubt, Mr. Carter. There is no woman in your grandson's
life. He's dating, if that is the word; he's dating his roommate. It's
all on the tapes."
"That's impossible!" The old man was furious. "You've got it wrong!
You're fired!"
The little man punched "play" on the small tape player. "... hold
still Luka, I can't get the condom on with you dancing around like
that!" It was clearly John's voice on the tape followed by laughter.
"Happy now?" a foreign accent.
"Oh yeah. I just love Croatian sausage..."
"*Now* do you believe me?" the investigator said standing.
"Here's your money. Leave the tapes on my desk. I hope for your sake
you didn't make copies." Robert Carter was appalled. This was worse
than anything he could have imagined. How could his own flesh and
blood be so disgustingly stupid?
The PI left in a hurry, glad he wasn't in John Carter's shoes. The
look on the old man's face as he listened to John and his lover-boy
had been extremely scary.
"Ms. Smythe? Hold all my calls until further notice." Robert Carter's
rage had gelled into cold fury. If John thought he was going to
flaunt this relationship in his family's face, he was very much
mistaken. "Meet me at Lakeside Park at 2 PM." The old man's hands
were shaking as he put down the receiver. He would handle this and
bring John to heel once and for all. He smiled grimly, thinking that
John's skills as a doctor would be the means by which he would be
brought into line.
Author's Notes:
*Thank you to James Clavell, author of "Shogun", for this "Japanese"
technique.
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