High Roller

TITLE: High Roller - A Highest Bidder sequel - Part 40
AUTHORS: Simplyshelly / John Ross ~JR~
EMAIL: simplyshelly2@earthlink.net and johnross75@yahoo.com
CATEGORY: Carter/Abby / Slash / Adult Content
RATING: NC/17 for sexual content, including memories of sexual abuse with a minor.
SPOILERS: Season 8
WRITTEN: March 2002
ARCHIVE: Sure. I'd be honored but write me to tell me please
DISCLAIMER: Okay, so I don't own anyone but myself. But I'm not in the story so it really doesn't matter. I'm just borrowing a few people, trying to live vicariously through my stories and having some fun. Thanks Warner Bros.
SUMMARY: A continuation of The Highest Bidder Series - which can be found at: http://fanfiction.net/list.php?categoryid=14

WARNING: Continuing parts of this story contain disturbing adult images and situations involving memories of the sexual abuse of a child. It contains graphic and disturbing material that some readers may find offensive.

AUTHORS NOTES: Just a note from the authors - For those loyal readers, thanks. For those of you who have never read the first series (Highest Bidder) or who do not understand what M/M or Slash means, please close this story and go on to the next. There is a reason for the NC-17 rating and we do not want to offend anyone or to suggest that our beloved John Carter is gay! He's not! He's is love with Abby!

For the rest of you, thanks for the reviews. We love the feedback and hope that you stick around because this one is a very long one! But oh, so worth the ride!
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"Man, my knee hurts like a son-of-a-bitch!" Eric limped inside as John went to the freezer and pulled out a package of brussel sprouts. He wrapped it in a kitchen towel and handed it to Eric.

"Here, put this on and elevate it." John said pulling out the kitchen chair for Eric to elevate his leg. Eric looked at the bag of vegetables and laughed.

"Do not tell me you like brussel sprouts, too? Man, Abby used to make me sick watching her eat those bizarre baby cabbage heads!"

"Put it on your knee," John scolded.

"It's not that bad, John," Eric chuckled, seeing John's stern look.

"Now you do sound like Abby. Let me be the doctor, will ya?" John smiled, lifting Eric's leg and placing the frozen pack onto it. John pulled out a chair and took a closer look at Eric's knee.

"Hm, I think you'll live." He went to the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water, handing one to Eric. "You'll find clean towels in the cabinet under the sink in the bathroom." John walked towards his bedroom.

"Hey, John?" Eric called, stopping John's steps.

"What?"

"You okay?" Eric asked, his voice clearly sounding concerned.

"For the moment, yes," John turned back to the bedroom but he stopped, thinking of something else he needed to say. "By the way, thank you."

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"Hang on!" John yelled, quickly wrapping a towel around his waist as he ran to the front door. He could hear the shower running in the other bathroom.

"I'm coming!" He called out as the heard the knocking again.

"What?" John exclaimed surprised to see who was at the door.

Brandon's chin nearly dropped to the floor. John was standing there, a towel barely covering his midsection, his hair still soapy, and water dripping off his chest. "You always answer the door naked, Dr. Carter?" He asked.

John blushed. "Uh, hi, come on in." John stepped to the side to allow Brandon to step inside. Once behind closed doors, Brandon looked at John, questioning.

"Well, you seem fine." The older man said, looking up and down John's body. "Talk to me." Brandon stepped toward John, gently laying his hand on the side of John's face. "John, please tell me what's going on."

John looked embarrassed. "I'm okay, Brandon. At least I am now." He looked into his beautiful blue eyes, moving into Brandon's caresses.

"But you weren't." Brandon said, slowly taking the thin man into his arms, John melted against him, filling up all the empty crevices. Brandon heard John sigh as his own arms wrapped tightly around Brandon's ribs.

Thtoodtood for the longest time, touching and supporting one another, clinging desperately, washing away any bad feelings between them. Slowly, John nuzzled into Brandon's neck, occasionally kissing him, moaning softly. It was quite clear that John would not be letting go anytime soon.

"John, Baby, talk to me." Brandon whispered, pulling John even closer, feeling their hips against one another. John kissed up the side of his neck, his lips beginning to become more directed. He continued along Brandon's jaw line towards his mouth.

"I don't want to talk." John whispered, meeting Brandon's eyes and gently placing a kiss on Brandon's lips, barely touching the softness. John kissed him again, this time with more pressure. John moaned, sending a shiver down Brandon's neck.

"Oh, Jo Bra Brandon caressed John's face with his hand, his fingers gently burying themselves in his wet hair.

John leaned in once again for another kiss, pressing against Brandon with his hips, his hands pushing Brandon against the wall, his tongue forced itself inside of Brandon's mouth, searching.

Brandon moaned, feeling John's full erection behind the small towel. Brandon's hands traveled down his back, cupping John's backside.

"I need you." John begged, kissing all around Brandon's face with such desperation. John slipped his hand between them and he grasped Brandon's manhood.

"Oh, God, John, let's take this in the bedroom, shall we?" Brandon managed, his own need becoming painful. John chuckled as he led Brandon by the groin to his room.

Eric watched the door shut behind them, completely confused. He was about to go in and confront John when he remembered that it was Abby who called this guy in the first place. His desire to protect his sister made him think that this was definitely something he would have to talk to her about. He wondered if she knew? He wondered how much more he and John had in common.

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Abby turned the corner, her arms loaded with supplies. The hospital was slow so she'd assigned herself the duty of restocking the supply cabinets.

"Eric! What are you doing here? Is he okay?" She asked, shocked to see her brother walk in.

"Don't worry about it. I'm assuming the guy he pulled into the bedroom was the guy we were waiting for?" He bit his lip and stared at her waiting for some sort of explanation.

Abby looked relieved, thankful that Brandon had arrived. Then what Eric had said began to sink in, causing her to blush. She looked up to see that he was still staring.

"Uh, Dr. Weaver?" She called as Kerry walked by. Her voice cracked and she played with her hair.

"What is it, Abby?" Kerry asked. She looked at Eric and immediately noticed the physical resemblance.

"Can I have a few minutes? This is my brother, Eric. Eric this is Dr. Weaver." She introduced as Eric shook Kerry's hand.

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Weaver, I've heard so much about you." Eric's charm made even Kerry blush.

"I'm not sure that's a good thing. Sure, Abby, take a break," Kerry smiled.

Eric was winking at her as Abby poked him in the ribs.

"Ow!" Eric laughed as Abby pulled him away.

"She's my boss!" Abby scolded. She felt such a relief that John would be all right.

She quickly walked Eric out the front doors, across the street and over to Doc Magoo's. They were seated right away anter ter ordering coffee, Eric decided it was time to find out what was going on as he continued to look intently at his sister.

"What? Why do you keep staring at me?" She asked, nervously brushing her hair from her face.

"You want to explain what I saw?" He asked bewildered.

Abby rolled her eyes as a smile played on her faces. Abby knew full well what he probably saw.

"He's the only one." Abby finally said.

Eric laughed out loud.

"Really, he is. They have, well, a special relationship," she tried.

Eric continued to laugh sarcastically. "Yeah, I could use a relationship like that! And John seemed to be taking the lead. Abby, is John gay? Am I missing something here?" Eric asked.

Abby snorted. "No! Oh, God, Eric. No, he's just, well, he and Brandon, shit, Brandon is happily married to this fantastically gorgeous woman. John and I have a unique relationship with them." She said, flustering as to how to explain it.

"Oh, my God! Abby, are you telling me that the four of you?" He exclaimed, looking at his big sister in shocked amusement.

Abby blushed and she looked out the window. "Eric, it's a long story," she tried to explain.

"You do, oh, my God," Eric laughed. He sat there for a while, snickering.

Abby was unable to look at him. After a while, she began to laugh also. "So, maybe we have," she finally admitted.

Eric nodded his head. "Itboutbout damn time. You know, I was worried that Richard screwed you up for good but I'm happy to see you opening up your horizons, Sis. It's good for you. I did find that other guy quite handsome." Eric admitted, laughing. "Your boyfriend is pretty attractive, too."

"Eric!" She laughed.

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"John, what are you doing?" Brandon asked, being pushed back onto the bed. John ran his hands strongly up Brandon's chest as his body followed on top. John crawled onto his frame, straddling his thighs, attacking his face with a hungry mouth.

"I don't want to talk right now." John whispered, his hand running over the front of Brandon's crotch.

"We need to talk, John," Brandon said, his hips thrusting up and his head thrown back as a groan escaped from deep within.

"Later, we can talk later, right now I need to taste you," John said, trailing down Brandon's neck, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand. Brandon began helping him, his body feeling John's desperation. As Brandon opened his shirt, John moved down to his pants, quickly pulling them open and down Brandon's hips, allowing Brandon to swell to an even greater hardness.

"John, please!" Brandon begged as he lifted his hips to help John strip his body bare. Within sec, bo, both were totally nude as John closed the gap between them by pressing against him, grinding their groins together.

Brandon held John's head as he rolled them over, taking the smaller man's body with his own, making John whimper.

"I need you inside me, Brandon. I want you to fill me, take away the emptiness please," John cried, pulling his knees up, offering himself.

"Oh, John, my God, I want you so badly," Brandon cried.

John reached up and pulled open the drawer but he couldn't quite reach the items he was looking for.

Brandon looked up and he could see the lubricant and the condoms and reached over and picked them up. "Is this what you're looking for?" Brandon chuckled, placing the desired itento nto John's outstretched hand and turning his attention to John's ear.

John groaned, his hand temporarily going limp. He turned his head so that Brandon could reach him better. Brandon bit John's earlobe.

"Now, Brandon, I need you now!" John cried, ripping open the condom pack and opening the bottle of lubricant. Brandon knelt back on his haunches, allowing John to apply the condom and lubricant, his mind focused totally on Brandon's body. Brandon held out his hand aohn ohn squeezed a generous amount into his hand. Brandon smiled as his hand dropped down to John's opening.

"Brandon, I'm more than ready, for God's sake," John begged. Brandon inserted two fingers and he went directly for the prostate. "Oh, fuck!" John cried; his hands beingown own out to his sides, grasping the sheets, his back arching, "Yes, Brandon."

Brandon felt a surge to his groin, as he never had before. John had a way of turning him on so much. He lifted John's legs, placing his calves upon his shoulders as he thrust all the way in with one strong stroke.

"Oh! God harder please." John cried as pain and relief flooded his body at once.

"John?" Brandon asked, concerned with the look on John's face.

"Don't stop, please!' He cried, thrusting hard up against Brandon's hips.

For each thrust Brandon made, John doubled it, tightening himself around his friend, doing all he could to bring Brandon to a climax quickly. Their skin soon became wet and their breathing labored. Brandon reached down and grasped John. John pulled his hand away.

"No!" John said with a grin.

"I can't touch you?" Brandon asked, amused.

"No,ant ant to be in you," John smiled, thrusting up.

"I can't wait." Brandon winked, increasing his thrusts. He'd just been given permission to climax, and he was determined to make it as enjoyable for John as it was already for him.

John's eyes seemed to roll back in their sockets as he gave in to the feelings Brandon was creating inside his body. When he finally looked up, he could see Brandon's face. It warmed him because the level of erotic contentment was clearly written all over it. What had he been thinking when he thought Brandon didn't care about him? How could he have treated this beautiful man or even his wife with such cruelty? Brandon cared about John; he could see it on the man's face. It was so much more than just a physical need for each other. It was an understanding, one that had been shared that lonely night in Atlanta.

"Oh, John!" Brandon cried as his thrusts increased. John increased the friction; holding onto Brandon's arms as he supported himself, sweat dripping from his chin, breathing heavily. "Oh, my God, Baby, yes! Yes!" Brandon cried loudly as his climax exploded from within, causing his body to convulse into John.

John pulled Brandon down on top of him, holding him tightly. John gently card Brd Brandon's hair and face as Brandon calmed his own heart back to a normal rhythm. One of these days, Brandon was sure John would give him a heart attack.

"John?" Brandon finally said after sev min minutes.

"Hm?" John groaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He felt more comfortable than he'd been in a very long time.

"You're poking me in the stomach." Brandon teased, making John giggle.

"Well, it wasn't meant to go there. I know someplace else it would fit that might be more comfortable." John teased back. "But that would mean we'd have to move."

"Damn." Brandon mocked annoyance. He carefully lifted his body from John's, slipping out of his warm cavern. He reached down to remove the condom and immediately noticed the blood.

"Oh man, John, why didn't you tell me that I was hurtin' you." Brandon got up and tossed the condom in the trash. He sat back on the edge of the bed and ran his hand over John's hip. "You better let me check that out.

"I'm fine really, now would you come over here so I can take care of this." John smiled as he pointed to himself.

Brandon's eyes spotted John's groin as he slid down between John's legs, kissing the entire way.

"That's not where I meant, Brandon," John said, watching Brandon kiss his way to just above his groin. Brandon looked up and smiled.

"No?" Brandon kissed the base of his erection, watching John's body come alive. "Oh, I was kind of thinking it might fit here just fine," Brandon said, bringing his mouth down John's entire length.

"Oh, shit." John cried, his back arching and his hips thrusting forward. Brandon bobbed up and down a few times, then nibbled his way to the tip.

"Was this what you had in mind?" he asked mischievously. John shook his head.

"You know where I want to be." John winked as he sat up slightly. Brandon was sucking along his scrotum as John spread his legs wider. "Okay, you can stay there a while." John collapsed against the bed, Brandon's mouth performing wonders. For several moments, John just closed his eyes, becoming lost in the sensations. Brandon was very orally adept and soon, John felt his entire body pulsating as his arousal surged.

"Stop!" John insisted. Brandon pulled away, kissing trails of wet kisses along John's thighs. "I want to be inside of you, Brandon.

"It's been a while since we've done that." Brandon smirked, moving back to the head of the bed.

John sat up. "Would you rather I not?" John asked, tracing Brandon's nipples through the hair.

"John, if you don't get inside me soon, I'm going to put you there." Brandon threatened. John chuckled, moving himself between Brandon's knees. Brandon handed John a condom and the lubricant.

"Is someone in a hurry?" John teased as he rolled the condom over himself.

"I think the word is desperate." Brandon smiled as John pre-warmed the lubricant on his hand. "You forget that I wanted you yesterday, Roni sent me up to your room to sleep with you, you know."

John shook his head. "When I was in the shower? No, I didn't know that." John began to gently stroke Brandon, his fingers playing over the opening. "Oh, you feel so good," John, growled softly inserting one finger, stroking tenderly.

"Oh, God, more," Brandon whispered.

"Like this?" John added a finger. Brandon groaned.

"John?" Brandon whispered, his voice hoarse from desire.

John lifted an eyebrow as he got himself in position. He fondled Brandon's scrotum.

"I do love you, you know that don't you?" Brandon spoke softly.

John smiled, removing his hand and placing his tip at Brandon's opening. "I know." He whispered as he slowly entered, causing Brandon to gasp and moan.

"Oh, yes, this is definitely something we should do more often," Brandon purred as John continued to deepen his thrust.

"Brandon?" John said softly after several moments of slow, deep movements. Brandon reached down and John took his hand, entwining their fingers.

"Yes, Baby?" Brandon asked, playing with John's fingers.

"Thank you," John whispered.

Brandon rolled them over, neveeakieaking contact. He increased his movements, raising and lowering himself, tightening himself for his lover.

"Brandon." John groaned, his head thrown back, arms grasping the sheets. John arched his back, moving himself into the older man, who watched all the pleasure, the desire, the sensations play across John's face as he made love to him.

"Don't think about procedures, John. Don't think about work, about mundane things. Think about me, thrusting your flesh into mine, feeling your rock hard cock inside my body, touching me like no one else does." Brandon thrust hard as John arched.

"Oh, God!" He moaned, trying to push thoughts from his head. He gave into the feeling, thinking only of Brandon.

"John, open yourself up, and trust us, Baby!" Brandon increased his movements, John's breaths becoming short and ragged.

"Yes, Brandon, Oh, God, yes!' John cried as he used all his strength. He arched his back, crying out Brandon's name as all his troubles disappeared.

"Oh, God John that was amazing, you're amazing, you do know that don't you?" Brandon gazed into John's dark pools. "You are surround by people who love you. Let us in, please stop pushing us away, Baby," Brandon rolled onto his side bringing John's body close to his. He wrapped his arms around him.

"Are you sure you're okay, Baby." Brandon whispered.

"Yeah, I'm fine." John purred.

To be continued........