"So," said Haleh, "Are you ready to get your cast, Dr Dave?"
"Guess so," said Dave, grinning. "You going to do it?"
Haleh nodded. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you."
Luka smiled at Dave. "I will leave you in Haleh's capable hands, Dave. I must go and speak to Kerry." Patting Dave on the shoulder, he walked over to the door.
Kerry was in the lounge making up duty rosters when Luka walked in.
"Luka," she said, smiling warmly. "I hear you brought Dave in. How is he?"
"He has a broken ankle and some bruising, but he will be fine," replied Luka as he poured himself some coffee.
"That's good," said Kerry, "He's lucky you were there."
Luka looked at her suspiciously, wondering if she too knew about his relationship with Dave. Well if she did, she did. Luka was glad it was out in the open. Although he could have wished for better circumstances.
"Dave will need a few days off work," said Luka. "At least until the swelling goes down."
"I was just thinking that," said Kerry, as she examined the sheets in front of her. "We seem to be fairly well staffed at the moment. Not too many doctors on holidays. I'm sure we can manage without 'Dr Dave' for a few days."
"Would you be able to manage without me as well?"
Kerry raised an eyebrow. Luka took a deep breath before continuing. "Dave and I, we are... that is," he stumbled over the words. "We have been seeing each other, he asked me to come with him to meet his parents," the words came out in a rush.
"You and Dave?" said Kerry, incredulously. She had noticed that Dave and Luka had been spending time together off duty, but she had never expected this revelation. Luka nodded. "How long has this been going on?"
"A few weeks. We have not let it affect our work in any way, I assure you."
Kerry nodded slowly. Little things, which had made little sense at the time, were now starting to fall into place.
"Anyway," continued Luka. "That is why I wish to take some time off. I believe I have accumulated sufficient vacation days."
"More than sufficient," said Kerry absently. Luka and Dave, she thought to herself. Who would have believed it? She had noticed that Luka had seemed a lot happier in the last month, and she had put it down to Dave's influence. It would appear that she had been more right than she had realized. "You and Dave," she repeated. Looking up at Luka, as he stood there nervously, she smiled. "How many days do need to take?"
"Only two or three," replied Luka. "Dave's parents live a few hours drive from here. My intention is to drive Dave there, spend a day or two with them and then return to Chicago. I know it is short notice, Kerry, but I really would like to do this."
"I understand," said Kerry. "And yes, of course you can have the time off."
Luka breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you Kerry, I really appreciate this."
Returning to exam one, Luka found Dave sitting up with his ankle encased in plaster.
"I phoned my parents," he said, when he saw Luka. "Told them what happened. And I asked them would they mind if I brought you home with me."
"What did they say?" asked Luka with a little apprehension. Although Dave's parents had said that they would make welcome any friend that he brought home, this was the first time that Dave had put them to the test.
"They said they were looking forward to meeting you."
Luka breathed another sigh of relief. "I too look forward to meeting them." Sitting down beside the bed, he said, "I have spoken to Kerry, and she is allowing me to take the time off."
"I knew the chief would be cool about it." Dave shifted position in the bed, stifling a curse as pain shot through his leg.
"Are you all right? Do you need more painkillers?" asked Luka anxiously.
"I'm pretty doped up already. No, I'm just going to have to get used to it. The ankles the worst, but I've got a bundle of other bruises." Dave held out his hand for Luka's inspection.
Taking it, Luka raised it gently to his lips. "Is that better?" he asked as he softly kissed it.
"Mmm," said Dave. "But now my other hand's sore." Luka kissed Dave's other hand.
By the time Mark pushed open the door, ready to sign Dave out, Luka had 'kissed better' all the way as far as Dave's lips. He was busy using his tongue to check for sore spots inside Dave's mouth when Mark walked in.
Mark's jaw dropped at the sight of Dave and Luka in each other's arms. "Dr Kovac, Dr Malucci, what do you think you're doing?" he asked in amazement.
"Ulp," said Dave. "Luka was just checking me out."
"I can see that," replied Mark. He had heard some rumors going around about Dave and Luka, but he had dismissed them as being mere gossip. After all, Luka had been courting Carol, and Malucci flirted with anything in a skirt.
"I just wanted to tell you that you could go home. I have your prescription for painkillers and anti-inflammatory's. Instructions are on the bottle." He handed Dave the package.
"Cool. Thanks Dr Greene".
"I will make sure that he takes all his medications," promised Luka.
"I'm sure you will," muttered Mark. Out loud, he said. "You know the drill. Pick up a pair of crutches before you go, and try and stay off the ankle for the next few days."
"Will do," said Dave. Turning to Luka, he said, "We ready to go then?"
Luka nodded. Standing up, he helped Dave into the wheelchair. "Let's go," he said, pushing the chair into the hall."
The next morning, Luka was packing some clothes for Dave.
"Don't worry if my Dad invites you out to the garage to have a look at his car," said Dave, who was propped up on the bed. "It's just an excuse so he can have a private conversation."
"Oh yes?" asked Luka, as he tried to find some clean clothes in the pile on the floor.
"Yeah, he did it with all the guys that my sisters brought home. He'd be standing there with a tire iron in his hand and asking them what their intentions were."
"Tire iron?" said Luka, dropping the t-shirt that he had just picked up.
"Oh he never used it on anyone... just felt he got more accurate answers with it." Dave thought for a moment. "Of course any time me and my brother brought a girl home, then Mom would take her into the kitchen for a 'private conversation'."
"Let me guess, she just happened to have a rolling pin in her hand?"
Dave grinned. "You'll probably get the interrogation from both of them."
"Let us hope that I am up to it," said Luka. He laughed, "This reminds me of when Mariya brought me to see her parents for the first time. She kept telling me all these stories about how her father had killed a wolf with his bare hands, and how good a shot he was. I was so nervous I nearly threw up on the way over."
Dave was silent at the mention of Luka's dead wife. "You still love her, huh?" he asked quietly.
Luka looked up and caught the look on Dave's face. Moving over to the bed, he sat down facing Dave. "Mariya was my wife for many years. She was the mother of my children, and a part of my heart will always belong to her."
Dave looked away. Luka took his chin and made him look him in the eyes.
"But the rest of my heart belongs to you," he said softly. Taking Dave's hands in his, he raised them to his lips and gently kissed them.
Dave tried to lean forward to kiss Luka, but the cast on his leg made movement difficult. "Shit," he muttered.
"Let me," whispered Luka. Slipping one arm around Dave's shoulders, and the other under his knees, he gently lowered him to the bed. Quickly, he pulled Dave's t-shirt up over his head.
Dave moaned inarticulately as Luka bent his head and started gently sucking on his nipples. "Oh yes," he moaned. "Don't stop." He dug his hands into Luka's shoulders, trying to prevent him from rising.
Luka moved lower, kissing his way down Dave's chest. Dave giggled helplessly as Luka started flicking his tongue around his navel. "You know that tickles," he protested weakly.
"Do you wish me to stop?" asked Luka, lifting his head to reveal an evil grin.
"Hell no," said Dave.
"I thought not," said Luka. He continued his journey downwards until he was stopped by the waistband of Dave's sweatpants. "You know," he said conversationally. "I really think we ought to get going, if we want to be at your parents house on time."
"Never mind my parents," said Dave gasping. He could feel his cock straining against the material of his pants. "Just finish what you've started, please," he begged Luka.
"If you insist," said Luka. He quickly pulled Dave's pants and shorts down, being careful not to jolt his injured leg too much. Gently he stroked Dave's cock, which was nearly at its peak. "Hmm," he said as he unrolled a condom over it. "Which end would be best? On the one hand, I am not very experienced at blow jobs, on the other hand, I don't think I will have time to take all my clothes off."
"Just do it," implored Dave.
"Well, they say practice makes perfect," said Luka, as his mouth descended over Dave's cock.
"Ahhhh," moaned Dave, as Luka took him into his mouth. "Yes, yes, yes," he shouted.
Dave lay there gasping for breath. Luka lay beside him propped up on one elbow. "Do you think I am improving?" he asked with a smile on his face.
Dave nodded. "Most definitely," he said finally. "Of course it helps when you've had such a good teacher."
Luka gently stroked Dave's chest. "Modesty is not your middle name, I think," he said. Slapping Dave gently on the chest, he sat up. "I will clean you up and then I think we should go and meet your parents."
"I can wash myself, thank you," said Dave, with mock indignation.
"You mean you don't want me to give you a sponge bath?"
"Hmm, on second thoughts...."
To be continued