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"Here, let me get it," said Dave as Luka fumbled awkwardly with the door keys.

Luka glared at him, but stepped back. He let out a yelp of pain as Dave pushed past him, jarring his left arm, which was cocooned in a sling.

"Shit, I'm sorry," said Dave, biting his lip. "You okay?"

"I will be fine as soon as I can sit down," said Luka through gritted teeth. "This is all your fault you know," he said as Dave unlocked the door to their apartment.

"Mine?" said Dave indignantly.

"Yes," said Luka following him into the apartment. "It was your idea to have a 'trolley race' at the supermarket."

"I didn't see you objecting," replied Dave as he helped Luka take his coat off. "And if you'd been keeping an eye on the aisle ahead of you instead of looking to see where I was, then you'd never have crashed..."

"And I wouldn't have to wear this for the next six weeks," said Luka gloomily as he waved his casted arm in Dave's face. "Ouch," he yelped as the pain shot through it.

Dave gently guided Luka to the couch and sat him down. "I'm really really sorry Luka," he said softly as he sat down beside him. "I thought it would be fun...I never wanted you to get hurt..."

"I know...and it wasn't your fault," said Luka softly. "I should never have let you talk me into it...but it was fun...well, until I went head first into that stack of tins..."

Dave smiled. "You should have seen the managers face...I thought he was going to throw us out of the store."

"We're lucky he didn't ban us for life," muttered Luka. "He probably would have called the police if I hadn't been hurt."

"More likely he'd have called his lawyer to make sure we couldn't sue," said Dave with a wry smile. He frowned as he saw Luka wince. "You okay? Do you want some more painkillers?"

Luka shook his head. "It doesn't hurt...much...it's more the humiliation...I'm not sure which was worse...having everyone stare at me while I was flat on my back in a pile of cat food...or the look on Haleh's face when you told her how I'd hurt my arm."

Dave pulled Luka into his arms. "Well I couldn't think up a good enough story on the spot..." He gently kissed Luka on the top of his head. "Besides...have you ever tried to lie to Haleh? She can sniff out a fib a mile off. She'd have got the story out of me eventually." Dave paused for a moment before continuing. "Course she probably thought I was making it up to cover for some exotic sex games we'd been playing that went wrong."

Luka rolled his eyes. "Oh great...that really makes me feel better." He groaned, "How am I supposed to face them again knowing that they think that?"

"Hey, I was only kidding...I'm sure they won't think that..."

"Yeah right," muttered Luka, grumpily.

"Anyway, it's not all bad," said Dave trying to cheer up Luka. "At least you don't have to work your double shift tomorrow. I'll only be working the first half of it, so we'll have the rest of the day together."

"Yeah...I guess so," said Luka. He lay there in Dave's arms for a few minutes before sitting up straight on the couch.

"What's up?" asked Dave.

"I need to shower and wash my hair," announced Luka.

"Um, dude, you've got a cast half-way up your arm...how d'you think you're gonna manage it."

Luka looked down at his arm and swore in Croatian. "What the hell am I supposed to do for the next six weeks?" he grumbled.

"Well," said Dave with a grin. "I could always give you sponge baths."

"Hmm," said Luka. "Maybe there are some advantages to this after all."

Dave smiled at him. "Well, let's get your hair washed first," he said, standing up and pulling Luka to his feet.

"Okay," said Dave when he had finished wrapping Luka's cast in a plastic bag. "That should keep it dry."

Luka looked at the many layers of plastic and tape that now covered his left arm from his fingers almost as far as his shoulder. "You sure about that?" he smiled.

Dave stuck his tongue out at Luka. "Just shut up and kneel down," he said. "Use your good arm to keep your balance. I'll get the shampoo."

Dave frowned as he looked at the bottles of shampoo and conditioner arranged neatly on the bathroom shelf. "You got any preference?" he asked.

Luka shook his head. "I don't mind."

Dave picked two bottles at random. Rolling up his sleeves, he set to work.

"Careful," said Luka. "You are getting foam in my eyes."

"Keep them closed," ordered Dave. "And stop squirming, dammit."

Luka yelped as Dave sent a stream of water down his neck. "Sorry," said Dave, unrepentantly, "But I told you not to move."

Finally Dave had Luka lathered and rinsed. Wrapping a towel round his head, he helped him sit up on the edge of the bath. Luka did his best to towel dry his hair one handed while Dave tidied away the bottles.

"Uh-oh," said Dave.

"Uh-oh, what?" asked Luka.

"Um...you remember when I bleached my hair a few months ago? Well, it looks like I forgot to throw away the mixture..."

"What?" yelped Luka. He dropped the towel and hurried to the mirror peering anxiously to see how much damage Dave had done to him. To his surprise, his hair was no lighter than usual. Luka turned around to see Dave in fits of laughter holding a regular bottle of shampoo.

"You..." said Luka. His eyes fell on the shower attachment, which was dripping idly in the tub where Dave had left it. Quickly he reached for it.

"You wouldn't," said Dave.

"Oh wouldn't I?" Luka quickly flicked the 'on' button and started directing the resulting stream of water at Dave. Dave tried to wrestle it away from Luka, but he wasn't exactly trying too hard.

"I'll teach you to scare me like that," grunted Luka as he aimed the nozzle at Dave.

"You and whose army," he grinned. Luka's response was to aim the next jet of water down Dave's jeans.

Dave yelped as the water made contact with his crotch. "Shit, be careful with that," he said, as he managed to grab the shower attachment and turn it on Luka.

Within a few minutes both men were soaked and the bathroom was a mess.

"Look at this," said Luka. "It's going to take you ages to clean it up."

"Me?" said Dave with mock indignation. "You started it..."

"Yeah, but you wouldn't expect an invalid to do all the work?" said Luka with a mock expression of innocence on his face. "Don't worry...I will help..."

"Ah no, you don't have to," said Dave.

"But I insist," said Luka. "And I think that first we should get out of these wet clothes..."

"Good idea," said Dave with a grin as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Dave was standing there naked while Luka was still struggling with his shirt buttons and cursing under his breath.

"Let me," said Dave softly, moving Luka's hands out of the way. Dave slowly opened Luka's shirt and pulled it open. Once Luka's nipples were revealed, Dave bent his head and sucked them one at a time. Slowly he kissed his way down Luka's chest until he was stopped by Luka's belt.

Sinking to his knees, Dave undid Luka's belt and slowly undid his fly. Luka's cock was straining at his boxer shorts as Dave pulled down his trousers, followed by his shorts. Luka quickly stepped out of them and then groaned as Dave started sucking and caressing his cock. He wobbled unsteadily as Dave took his length into his mouth. Dave noticed Luka's unsteadiness and quickly pulled away.

"No," moaned Luka, grabbing Dave's shoulders in an effort to pull him back.

"Uh-uh," said Dave, pulling Luka down to the floor. "I don't want you toppling over while you're in my mouth."

Luka lay down on the floor, ignoring the puddle of water beneath his back. Dave knelt between his legs and bent down to Luka's crotch. Soon Luka had forgotten the pool of water...had forgotten the cast on his arm...had forgotten everything except the sensation of Dave's tongue and lips as he was swept away on a wave of ecstasy.

Later, Luka lay exhausted in Dave's arms. "You okay?" Dave asked him, worried at Luka's silence.

"Yes I am," said Luka softly. "I was just thinking..."

"Oh yeah? Anything interesting?" asked Dave lazily.

"Maybe," said Luka. "I will tell you later." He kissed Dave's hand in the hopes of distracting him from any further questions. It worked.

The next day, Luka walked into the ER. Checking his watch, he smiled. Dave's shift was nearly over. Hopefully he wouldn't be delayed too long. Luka had made plans...important plans for the afternoon, and he didn't want them spoiled.

"Good afternoon, Randi," said Luka, smiling as he walked up to admit.

"Hi Dr. Kovac," said Randi. "How's the arm? I heard you had a little...er 'accident'."

"It's fine," replied Luka. "Do you know where Dr. Malucci is?"

"He's in exam one with Weaver," replied Randi.

"Thank you Randi," said Luka walking away.

"Wait..." called Randi after him, but Luka either didn't hear her, or chose to ignore her. "Shit," said Randi to herself as she saw Luka opening the door to exam one.

Luka only intended to look in exam one long enough to attract Dave's attention and let him know that he was here. He was idly wondering what type of injury Dave and Kerry were working on when he opened the door. Luka's eyes widened as he saw Dave sitting on a bed and Kerry with her arm around him.

To be continued.

Author's note - This fic becomes a little darker and more serious than the previous installments, but I just got the idea and had to write it. And if anyone finds the water fight scene in this a little familiar it's because when I wrote the original version, I found it very hard to turn it into a slash scene...but I thought it would be fun to use it again.
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