"If this keeps up, I'm going to start collecting gopher wood!", John Carter
threw his broken umbrella in the trash and dripped his way to the staff
lounge.
"What?" Malucci was pouring his third cup of coffee for the morning.
"I already saw some animals lined up in twos..."
"I think Dr. Carter is referring to an ark, sixty cubits by sixty." Yoshi
smiled at Malucci's blank stare.
"Yeah." Carter grinned and hung up his rain gear.
"Whatever you say." Malucci shuffled out.
"What's with Dr. Dave?"
"He's half way through a double shift. Pay him no mind." Yoshi explained. "So
what do you and Luka have planned for your second anniversary?"
"Hey, you remembered." John was somewhat surprised.
"It's hard to forget. That was quite a wedding."
"Thanks. Nothing special. We're both working tomorrow. The day after
however..." Carter grinned.
"I see." Yoshi got the point. Laughing, both men headed out to the admit desk.
The rain contributed to a quiet shift. Well, it would have been quiet had it
not been for Malucci's snores blasting down the hall from Curtain One. Carter
smiled, he'd finally met his match in the nocturnal noises department.
Despite the caffeine, Dave sounded like the end of the world was imminent.
Luckily, poor visibility and slick streets did not result in any incoming
traumas. Malucci could snore all he wanted.
Kerry Weaver frowned at the thunderous sounds coming from the area of Curtain
One. Damn. Paperwork was bad enough without having to keep the charts from
bouncing off the table. Just as she was going to bludgeon Sleeping Beauty
into a permanent narcoleptic state, John came in to the room where she was
working. "Here are the supply inventories, the meds roster, and the staff
leave schedules.", he grinned at her exasperated look. "Don't worry. I left
out the best word: 'completed'. They're all done, Dr. Weaver, all you have to
do is sign."
"Bless you. So, what do you want in return?"
"Am I that transparent?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well, I was wondering, if Luka and I could get someone to cover for us on
the morning of the 17th... say for four hours or so... could we have the
morning off?"
"I take it you've already lined up two victims."
"Yes. Dr. Chen and Dr. Greene. We've been very sparing of our colleagues
lately."
"Fine. However, I don't want you two to make a habit out of late mornings."
"Scout's honor. Your present of matching shifts is greatly appreciated. I
promise we won't let it go to our heads. Carter grinned at Kerry's blush. Do
you want any help with those charts?"
"Pull up a chair..."
When Luka and John splashed their way to work on the afternoon of November
15th both men were surprised as a chorus of "Happy Anniversary" greeted them.
Randi and her helpers had been busy; balloons and streamers festooned the
admit desk. Someone had found the CD containing the music that accompanied
Luka and John's wedding dance.
"Come on, Dr. Kovac, dance with him!" Malik was grinning from ear to ear. He
didn't have to ask twice. Luka threw off his raincoat with a flourish and
placed his hands on John's shoulders as the raucous music began.
"I hope I remember the steps." John muttered through his teeth.
"Fake it. They'll never know the difference." Luka smiled at John's panicked
look.
As the music continued, Luka twirled John and laughing, both men commenced
the intricate footwork that symbolized two adjoining rings. Thanks to Luka's
powerful lead, John never put a foot wrong. The dance finished with the
entire staff clapping in time to the dissonant, joyous music.
"Happy anniversary, Janaskja." Luka kissed John on the cheek.
John didn't let him get away with it. Putting his arms around Luka's neck,
he kissed him full on the mouth; a long slow, open-mouthed scorcher that had
everyone cheering as Luka swayed on his feet. "Happy anniversary, husband."
John murmured when he could breathe again.
"I can't wait until we're off duty." Luka whispered.
"Been eating your oysters?"
"And cucumber salad..."
"Good. Because I ordered in a king-size Chicago sausage. As a matter of fact
if you don't let go of me, I'll probably have to go through my shift with
white sauce all over my pants." John grinned.
"Heaven forbid, then everybody will want some." Luka released John and they
made their way over to the punch bowl.
The continuing bad weather made for another quiet shift. Apart from some
whiplash cases resulting from rear-enders, there were hardly any patients.
Even the criminal elements were staying put. Twelve hours later, John and
Luka raced for the garage and Carter's jeep. Despite the rain, John got them
home in record time.
They'd moved into a new apartment shortly after their wedding. When John
opened the door, he gaped in astonishment. Bowls of pink rosebuds were
everywhere and small white Christmas lights lined the hallway leading to the
master bedroom. Luka smiled at John's surprise.
"It's wonderful. When did you do all this?"
"On my dinner break."
"I love you, Luka."
"I love you too." Arm in arm they went to the bedroom. More of Luka's lights
were suspended over the bed. John kissed his husband as they began feverishly
undressing each other. Naked, they headed for the bathroom. Luka turned on
the water in the large shower stall as John did his best to lick the skin
from his chest. Luka swept John off of his feet and lifted him into the
streams of warm water. Placing his husband on the tile covered bench, Luka
went on his knees, and began to wash John's feet, ankles, shins. Slowly, he
worked his way upwards, using his lather-covered hands to caress and stroke
John's throbbing erection.
John stood, and began to return the attentions he'd just received. He started
with Luka's broad shoulders, chest, and lightly muscled sides. Then, working
his way down, he resumed his seat and took Luka's penis into his mouth.
They'd dispensed with using condoms six months ago. It had been over three
years since John's surgery, and he and Luka were tested regularly at work.
John sucked rhythmically as Luka began to move his hips in response to the
exquisite sensations that were radiating outward from his groin.
"Ahh Janaskja, you get better at this every time..."
John's head bobbed as if in reply, however, he'd been taught never to talk
when his mouth was full. He did start humming "Happy anniversary to you" as
Luka threw his head back laughing. John never missed a beat, his lips a tight
ring sliding up and down the silky organ, his tongue cradling its sensitive
underside. When he tasted the salty pre-cum, he ceased humming and began to
inhale deeply through his nose as he took Luka's penis to its base. Not long
afterwards Luka came explosively, clutching his husband's shoulders. John
gulped some air as he cleaned the still quivering organ lapping up the
remaining traces of semen. Sighing he leaned back, a slack smile on his lips.
Luka sat next to him on the small bench and began placing soft kisses on
John's cheek, neck and shoulder. "You look as if you enjoyed that."
"Ohhh I did. You taste marvellous. It's a shame your secret sauce is in
limited supply. We could franchise..."
"Oh we could, could we?"
"Yep. 'Is your diet missing that essential source of protein? Have you been
feeling limp lately? Then try Luka's Luscious Liquid: it'll put the lift back
in your every move.'" John said in a smarmy announcer's voice.
"You are truly crazy, you know that?"
"Crazy for you. Crazy in love. That's me."
Luka slithered to his knees in front of John and began to lick the prominent
organ before him. Long passes of his tongue from tip to base had John
squirming, his fingers twining in Luka's hair. When he felt himself pulled
into Luka's mouth, he rested his head against the wall of the shower and
yielded to the magnificent sensory banquet. Although his technique was
different, Luka's attentions were vigorous in the extreme. John's groans
began just as Luka tasted pre-ejaculate. Doubling his efforts, Luka did his
best to consume all of John, not just the slender penis, but all of him. The
powerful suction did its work. John's climax almost resulted in a fractured
skull as he jerked convulsively while Luka drained him.
Leaning forward he kissed Luka, savoring the flavor of his own seed. They sat
for awhile letting the warm water flow over them, basking in the afterglow.
Luka finally got to his feet and without warning, turned off the hot water.
Icy needles brought John to his feet with a yelp. "Never mind me, *you're*
the lunatic!"
"Wakey-wakey. A cold shower is guaranteed to refresh the spirit and restore
the soul." Luka said through chattering teeth as they stepped out of the
frigid water.
"Maybe in a monastery... But since I didn't take a vow of chastity, I fail to
see the benefit."
"Well, it *will* make it necessary for me to make you hard again." Luka
murmured in John's ear as he rubbed a towel over John's quivering torso.
"I never thought of that." John grinned rubbing his own towel over Luka's
backside. Rolling the material, he snapped it at Luka's butt as his husband
hastily retreated into the bedroom. John took a flying leap onto the mattress
landing next to Luka, cold water flying from his hair. He wrapped himself
around his mate kissing every inch he could reach. Before long, they'd warmed
themselves.
"Ding! And it's Round Two in the Cyril Madison Square Garden of Earthly
Delight!" John announced. "In this corner we have the Curvaceous Croatian,
Lucky Luka 'Doc' Kovac. His partner tonight is Jumping Johnny 'Cocksman'
Carter. It's anybody's match folks, let the games begin." John leaned over to
reach the tube of lubricant as Luka guffawed. His mirthful outburst was cut
short as John began to generously apply lubricant to Luka's anal opening, his
fingers pushing the gel deep inside.
"Do you need any help?" Luka husked
"I'd thought you'd never ask."
Luka sensually applied lubricant to John's stiffening penis. Then he lay back
as John got into position. John entered carefully, allowing the feel of
Luka's tight orifice to bring him fully erect. Nodding to himself, John began
to thrust rapidly then slowed, then began again with his rapid jabs. His sex
research continued to delight and surprise his spouse. Luka started to moan
as the fast-slow combinations went on and on. His last concious thought was
to make John take more cold showers. His husband had the stamina of a
marathon runner.
John softly stroked Luka's erection in time to the motions of his hips. A
thin line of saliva flowed from a corner of his husband's mouth. Luka had to
be deeply aroused for that to happen. Smiling, John began to push in earnest.
A continuous moaning sound now issued from Luka's lips then hoarsely shouted
Croatian phrases. A fountain of semen followed. Panting, John allowed himself
to reach his own climax. Through the red haze enveloping what was left of his
mind, Luka felt the warmth from John's seed filling him. When he could open
his eyes, he saw John seated on his heels, his chest heaving.
"You're wonderful. Thank you for marrying me. Thank you for loving me." John
smiled and Luka's heart turned over inside him. This tender, oddly shy smile
belonged to Luka alone. No one else ever saw this side of John Truman Carter
except the man he loved. "Come up here." John silently complied pulling the
comforter along with him. They fell asleep wrapped around each other.
* * * * *
Roland and Millicent were invited to an anniversary dinner the following
evening. Laura and Honoria Barbara Carter had phoned earlier that morning
from London to wish the couple well. John and Luka spent their day off
between the bedroom and the kitchen. Thanks to lessons from Kerry, John was
becoming an adept, if unorthodox cook. As various portions of the meal were
prepared then placed in the refrigerator to chill or the oven to bake, they
would get in a "quickie". "This sure beats the living hell out of a kitchen
timer." John observed, after Luka took him up against the door of the
refrigerator while egg whites for the mousse set themselves inside.
The meal was delicious. After desert, Millicent offered the happy couple
their anniversary gift. John placed the beautifully wrapped package on the
table. He glanced at Luka, who nodded grinning. John pulled off the scarlet
ribbon then ripped open the gold paper. When he lifted the lid, he saw what
appeared to be two white waiter's jackets. Lifting them up, he revealed them
to be two custom-tailored lab coats. John and Luka's names were embroidered
on the pockets: John Truman Kovac-Carter and Luka Aleksandr Carter-Kovac.
Almost tripping over his chair, John hugged his grandmother. "They're
wonderful. Thank you, Gamma."
"The paperwork for your union is also in there. All you have to do is sign
them, and you will be as married as the state of Illinois allows."
Luka pulled open the large manilla envelope. Inside were blue-lined
legal-sized papers making them each other's physician of record and insurance
beneficiaries, papers needed to legally change their surnames, papers
providing each man with power of attorney for the other, as well as draft
copies of two wills. "Thank you, grandmamma." Luka smiled.
"You're most welcome, grandson." Millicent replied gravely, her eyes
twinkling. "But don't rush to thank me just yet. Neither of you have told
Richard what you want done with John's inheritance."
"We're still discussing it. We'll call him by the end of the week." Luka and
John had been talking about this subject off and on for nearly a year.
"So long as you attend to it. Your father and I won't live forever."
"Speak for yourself, Mother. I don't intend to die until these two make me a
grandfather the hard way.", he nearly choked on his wine laughing, as John's
mouth fell open. Roland had overheard John teasing Luka one day and now
revealed his inside knowledge of their running joke. "I've already picked out
my suit for the Jerry Springer show." John blushed furiously while Luka
laughed at his husband's crimson cheeks.
"It's a deal." Luka choked out; if John could only see the expression on his
face. Still laughing, the family went into the living room.
"If he ever mentions 'Luka's Luscious Liquid,' you're a dead man." John
muttured under his breath as he followed Luka into the living room with the
coffee service.
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