Medical Attention

Chapter 5. Intensive Care

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As promised, the older male drove Carter back to his place. Carter did not object when Luka took his arm and led him inside. He didn’t even object when Luka peeled off his clothes. He should have felt self conscious being stark naked in front of Kovac but he did not. The younger doctor felt numb. He could not find it in him to object to anything at that point. As Carter stood there like a puppet, Luka removed all of his clothes and then sucked in a breath at the vision before him. He knew the boy was beautiful but he had not known exactly how stunningly beautiful he was under his white coat and work pants. His body was long and lean, browned a little from being in the harsh African sun, and sprinkled with fine dark hair but only sparsely. Kovac was hairier than John. The smaller man’s nipples were tiny and light pink, his belly flat and soft at the same time, his hipbones visible under his skin. The only things marring his body were the surgery scars on his lower back and abdomen from the horrific knife attack in which Carter nearly died. In spite of the pinky-white scar tissue, Kovac was captivated. For the first time, he believed that the male form was every bit as alluring as the female, maybe even more so.

“Predivan,” he murmured, calling John “beautiful” in his native tongue. John did not ask what this word meant. He knew by the awed tone Luka said it in that it had to be a compliment. But with everything that had happened to him recently, he did not feel very beautiful. He just felt “bleh”. Kovac sensed this and set about to change it. He wanted to make John feel, if not beautiful, at least sensual and carefree. He led John into the bathroom and put him in the tub, which he had filled with heated water and bubbles.

“In you go,” Luka instructed and held Carter’s hand as the younger male stepped into the tub and sank down into the water.

“Not too hot?” Luka asked in concern. John shook his head slightly. The warmth enveloping his chilled flesh seemed to be bringing him out of his emotionless apathy and awaking his senses again. But he was still not quite his old self yet. Kovac rolled his shirt sleeves up and knelt beside the bath. He took a sea sponge and soaked it, then began tenderly rubbing it over John’s arms and upper body, squeezing it and sending streams of water running over his tan skin. Mists of steam rose up into the air of the bathroom. The lighting was dim. All that could be heard was the splashing of the water and John’s contented breathing.

“You sure it’s not too hot?” Luka asked again, noticing how Carter’s skin was turning pink.

“Nmm.” Carter murmured his dismissal. The temperature was perfect. He felt like he was floating in a balmy ocean. It was doing wonders for his lower back, which still ached sometimes after a long shift, like that night’s one had been.

“This is nice?” Kovac queried as he kept bathing John, washing the back of his neck and his shoulders.

“Ymm.”

John felt a bit like a little boy having Luka fuss over him like he was but he had not anyone do this to him for so long and it felt strangely good. Like he was cared about, loved. Not that Luka had ever said he loved Carter. But the general warm and fuzzy feeling was there. He sighed in bliss and pulled his legs up, hugging his thighs and laying his head on his knees as he relaxed in the soothing bubbly water, his tension melting away under Kovac’s ministrations. He closed his eyes and purposefully cleared his head of any negative thoughts and just let this happen. Carter, being a doctor, had to be in control most of the time and that tended to be very difficult to maintain. It was liberating, just relinquishing control and letting go. As soon as he got in the car, he had unconsciously handed over his control to Luka. And he was glad that Luka had taken over because he was tired of making decisions and trying to influence the world around him. Half the time, the world went against him anyway. This was nice, just letting things happen, instead of making them happen.

Luka cleared his throat. “Can I…can I get in with you?”

After a short silence, Carter murmured his assent and cracked his eyelids open to watch Luka disrobing. Luka’s body was very attractive too, John thought to himself. It’s funny. He’d never thought of a dude being attractive before until he met Luka. The guy was tall and muscular from using his home gym equipment. His skin was coloured an olive hue and there was black hair on his chest, snaking down onto his stomach and merging with his pubes. That same dark hair was on his forearms and calves. He was a very solid, masculine kind of man, unlike Carter, who possessed a lot of feminine qualities such as slimness and smoothness. When Luka was fully undressed, he slipped into the tub behind Carter and gently pulled the younger man against his chest. Carter had given up on pretending he didn’t want Luka. Because he did. He wanted to be here, alone with him. Nude and intimate. He didn’t realise that this was precisely what he needed until he was actually in the bath with Luka’s strong arms around him. Kovac was a freaking mind reader. With a small moan, Carter let his head fall onto Kovac’s broad shoulder and let his eyes drift shut, enjoying the feel of Luka’s firm, furry chest and stomach against his back and the ripples of water washing over his flesh.

Luka sponged John for a little while longer and when he was sure the boy was totally relaxed, he let the sponge drop into the bath and slowly glided his fingers down Carter’s supple belly and under the water. Carter did not make a move to halt him. He found Carter’s cock and it was hard in anticipation of his touch. As Luka wrapped his hand around the shaft, John inhaled quickly, sounding like a hiss.

Pausing, Kovac asked, “Is this allowed?”

Nodding, John nestled closer into Kovac’s body. Feeling John’s submission to him filled Luka with both intense happiness and sexual energy. He lovingly stroked Carter’s arousal with his fingers and angled his head so he could nibble on the second doctor’s earlobe and neck.

“Ah, my sweetheart,” he breathed between kisses and tender nips. “My udvarati. How I have missed you. All these days and nights without you. Did you miss me, John? Did you miss this?”

At Kovac’s wrenching words, Carter’s heart seemed to swell in his chest almost painfully. He could lie, to himself and to Kovac, but he didn’t want to anymore. He gave in to his warring emotions and decided to tell the truth. Eyes still closed, he turned his head so his lips brushed Luka’s stubble-prickly cheek.

“Yes,” he whispered.

Luka groaned and moved his hand faster under the water, jacking Carter’s dick while his own erection pressed into the brown-eyed male’s back. He did not care if his needs were not met that evening. All Kovac wanted was to please his baby-faced lover. To make him forget all about Abby and Kem. To make him see that Luka was the only one for him, that Luka would always be here for him and never leave him.

While Kovac’s hand worked its magic on his swollen cock beneath the suds, the other hand found Carter’s wet nipples and swirled around them, turning them hard. Overpowering desire suddenly consumed Carter’s whole being. Desire for this one man, the one man he had risked his own life to go back and save. And desire, great desire tended to cause hidden feelings and emotions to spill over and be known.

“Oh, Jesus yes, Luka,” Carter moaned hoarsely, nearing his peak. He arched back against Luka’s solid chest. “I missed you. Missed you so much…”

He urgently lifted a hand and slipped it about the back of Kovac’s neck, making the older doctor turn his head so their mouths could meet. They kissed thirstily and deeply, drowning in the taste of each other, tongues entangled, whiskers rasping on chins. The kind of needy, intoxicating kissing that came from being apart for so long. Kovac continued pumping John’s stiff organ in his hand, quicker and quicker, wanting the boy to come. His orgasm hitting him like a thunderbolt, Carter broke the kiss off, fingers digging into Luka’s arm, shuddering and making cries of desperate release as he ejaculated what seemed like gallons of semen of into the bathwater. Kovac encouraged him with husky words of Croatian, words so impassioned that Carter could understand them as if they were English.

Climax attained, John allowed his tensed body to dissolve against Luka’s. He was panting. Kovac wrapped his arms around John protectively and planted a kiss onto John’s temple. The two men lay in the bath quietly as the younger one caught his breath back.

“Hey Luka, what about Sam?” John mused absently as the last swells of receding pleasure tumbled through his body. “I thought you two had a thing going on.”

Filling the other male in on the status of his relationship with the new nurse, Luka replied, “Well, yeah. Sort of. We’ve slept together. Obviously. I mean, she’s nice but I think she mainly wants a father figure for her son, Alex. I do like her but she’s more of a fun distraction. The only one I REALLY want is you.” The fact that his fingers were still circling Carter’s limp dick was proof of that.

“Little ol’ me?” John drawled, shooting Luka an inquiring look. “What’s so great about me?”

Luka smiled fondly at him. “Everything.”

“Like?”

Trailing a fingertip over Carter’s cheekbone, Luka replied, “You’re rich and I’m looking for a sugar daddy.” Then he laughed spiritedly.

John gazed at him with those soulful chocolate eyes, eyes like a puppydog sometimes.

“No, really, Kovac. I want to know why you want me over everyone else. Everyone you could have. Why me?”

Squeezing his lover, Kovac said, “Because, Carter, you’re the only one who makes my heart beat faster.”

Sure the other man had ganked that from a movie somewhere, John was nevertheless touched by the romantic statement and muttered, “Silver-tongued bastard."

Kovac just grinned.

After washing Carter’s hair for him, Kovac pulled the plug and made his young patient stand there to be dried off with a huge fluffy red towel and then Kovac gave himself a quick rub over. Once suitably dry, and with towels around their waists, Carter was lead over to Kovac’s bedroom and guided onto the king-size bed. Kovac lit some mood-setting candles. As the smaller male was nudged into turning onto his belly, he gave Luka a questioning glance. Surely the man was not going to fuck him just like that? First of all, he was not a woman, and second of all, he wasn’t one of those sluts who opened their legs just because someone told them they were beautiful. And back to the first issue, he was DEFINITELY not a woman and getting fucked for the first time would most certainly be a painful experience.

“Ah, Luka…” he began fearfully as Luka ripped the towel off him.

“Stop looking so worried. I’m not going to sodomise you,” Luka joked, rummaging in his bedside drawer, but in his head he added, Yet… The way John was lying there naked on his stomach, candlelight gleaming on his skin, his bare butt just begging to be taken, was a sight Kovac had only dreamed about. And he had dreamed about that on more than one night in the steamy wilderness of the Congo. Especially when Carter was sleeping in the tent next to him. However, he did not get to have wild Pygmy sex with the boy then and he was not going to now. But later. Oh yes, there would be much Pygmy sex later…

“Then what are you going to do?” John queried anxiously.

“Massage,” Luka pronounced authoritatively, producing a bottle of frangipani scented oil. “It’s good for the body, mind and spirit. Your intensive care session is not over yet.”

“Massage,” John repeated in relief. “Cool.” Half smiling, he settled into the mattress, his head on his crossed arms, eager to be rubbed up the right way. Still clad in his own towel, Kovac knelt on the bed, opened the bottle and carefully drizzled the perfumed oil over Carter’s nearly flawless back. The heady smell of tropical flowers filled the candlelit room and for a moment both men imagined themselves back in the jungle. Only without all the mosquitos and bombs and machine gun fire. Luka gently massaged the oil into Carter’s shoulders and back, going down his spine and pressing his fingertips into the muscles, working them and kneading them as John moaned quietly, loving the attention. When he reached the scar tissue on Carter’s lower back, Luka swept over it with a feather-light touch, not wanting to cause his lover any pain.

Ever the doctor, Kovac had to ask, “Is it hurting?”

John shook his head. “Not anymore. That bath was great. Made it all go away.”

“Good,” Kovac murmured, his palms sliding sensually over John’s smooth skin. He couldn’t help leaning down and kissing John’s scar, as if he wanted to make it better. John appreciated the gesture and smiled to himself. The older male’s hands crept lower, massaging the taut globes of John’s buttocks. Carter was both freaked and aroused when those oiled fingers delved into his crack.

Sensing his partner go rigid, Kovac asked, “Is this okay?”

A little waveringly, Carter replied, “Yeah.” He was a bit wary but not because he didn’t trust Kovac. He trusted his friend not to take advantage of him. He was only freaked because nobody had ever touched him there before. But hey, there’s a first time for everything, right? And it wasn’t bad at all. Actually, it was pretty hot, even though it was a tad scary. Kind of like how a teenage girl must feel when she gets a surprise hand in her knickers while she’s making out with her new boyfriend on the sofa. Freakiness aside, Carter wanted Kovac to continue.

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

With the permission, Kovac continued rubbing John’s gorgeous rump and made sure he slipped his fingers down that crack a few more times, each time slower than the last. The tips of his fingers grazed over John’s private opening but he refrained from trying to enter him yet. But that was his main aim for the night. To get inside of him. Kovac wanted to know what Carter felt like from the inside.

“Roll over,” he instructed, and the other doctor obeyed. Luka noted with satisfaction that John was erect again. Whatever he was doing was working. He trickled some more of he sweet-smelling oil onto John’s chest and belly and resumed the massaging. Kovac rubbed the oil into Carter’s front with languorous circles of his palms, playfully flicking the kid’s little pink nipples, and then glided around the younger male’s stomach. John had his eyes closed in rapture, lost in those fabulously comforting and exciting hands. After the stomach, there was only one more place Luka’s hands could go and that was straight down to Carter’s cock, which seemed eager to be petted, going by the way it was leaking lubricating fluid like the way a dog will drool. Tipping more frangipani oil over John’s dick, Kovac then coiled his fingers around the hard length and started stroking them up and down. John released a long, slow breath. Kovac leaned down to kiss Carter while jacking him and Carter returned the kiss, letting Kovac’s tongue play with his. Getting hornier by the second, Carter opened his legs and Kovac straddled one of the boy’s lean thighs to keep him from closing them. His own dick severely in need of stimulation, the bigger male removed his towel and began grinding his heated groin into John’s thigh. As Kovac kissed and jacked his brown-eyed lover, he experimentally touched Carter’s secret entrance with his other hand. Carter did not stop him. In fact, he made a moaning sound and opened his thighs wider.

To Luka, this was the invitation he had been waiting for. He very gently eased his oily fingers into the tight opening between John’s legs. Cutting off the kiss, Carter gasped and arched his back, making Kovac pause in concern. But, judging by the flushed look on John’s face, it was not a gasp of pain. It was a good gasp. He liked it. Kovac kissed his pretty lover again, reassuringly and lovingly, and pushed his fingers in further, capturing John’s second gasp with his mouth. Kovac couldn’t get over how hot and tight John was. He moved his hand back and forth, penetrating John deeper with each thrust of his wrist. With his tongue deep in John’s mouth and his fingers deep in John’s body, Kovac was thrilled like never before. He had slept with all kinds of women, from eighteen year old girls to middle aged ladies, from innocents to whores, from submissive to dominant, and tried all kinds of positions and props and kinks, even participating in threesomes with two other females, but he had never been this turned on before. Ever. He was not sure if it’s because John was a guy, or because he’s a virgin, or because he’s younger, or because he’s a workmate. Probably all four of those. And knowing that John was LIKING what he was doing too was even more thrilling. Carter was writhing on the bed and making small whimpering sounds in his throat. Kovac had to break off the kiss to be able to breathe, but he kept pleasuring his partner with both hands.

Tilting his head back on the pillow, Carter grasped Kovac’s knee and breathed, “Fuck…”

Without warning, Kovac’s balls contracted and his semen spurted out all over John’s thigh in unstoppable streams. As he came, unable to do squat about it, Kovac groaned gruffly in his chest, spasms of pure bliss tightening his stomach muscles and coursing along his limbs. When his sudden, yet gratifying, orgasm was over, Luka halted, pulled back and looked down at the pool of whitish substance slowly dripping down the younger man’s pale thigh. Dammit. He didn’t mean to do that but hearing Carter say “fuck” in that raw, needy tone was way too much. Hearing nice-boy Carter swear at all was a very rare thing which was why it was so sexy. Kovac made an apologetic face to John and said “shit” in his native language.

“Govno. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” Carter replied, sounding out of breath. “Keep going, man. I’m close too.”

“You are?” Kovac was astonished. The kid only came a few minutes ago.

John nodded. “Yeah. This doesn’t happen very often. I can’t normally have two climaxes in a row so for the love of God, don’t stop now!”

Luka smiled. “Then I shall continue. We don’t want ‘close’ to turn into ‘far’ now, do we?”

He knelt back and brought his focus on Carter’s cock, working the oily male flesh in his talented grasp while resuming the in-out motion with the fingers of his other hand. John closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, concentrating on the feel of Kovac’s unbelievably warm, slick hands. The young doctor’s cheeks were darkened an enchanting shade of pink and he was chewing on his lower lip, clutching the bed covers in anticipation of his approaching sexual peak.

“Oh my God,” he whimpered, as Luka’s fingers worked their double magic on him, one set going up and down his slippery shaft, squeezing rhythmically, the other sliding exquisitely into his intimate opening and back out again, making him feel like he was glowing with pleasure, the glowing centred right between his thighs.

“Oh my God, Luka…” He gripped Kovac’s knee, the pressure of his grip increasing as he climbed closer and closer to sweet release.

“That’s it, John,” the older man encouraged, moving both of his hands quicker and harder. “Come. I want to see you come for me.”

With a loud cry, John’s face scrunched up and he shivered, ejaculating over his own flat belly and Kovac’s hand. The kneeling blue-eyed man could feel internal muscular pulses with each cascade of John’s thick sperm. He was astounded by how forceful the pulses were. He couldn’t wait to see what that felt like around his prick. But he was not going to find out tonight. That was number one on his “to do” list. He had just done number three. He still had two to go yet. Anyway, he had to take things slowly with his baby boy. Let him get used to being penetrated. He didn’t want to rush things. He might scare his inexperienced lover off. Well, Luka was inexperienced too in the ways of man-love but in the grand scheme of things, he WAS older and had done more in his life than John had. No, he knew he had to take little steps with this one. Tonight, fingers were enough. They had time for more later. Especially now that Kem was out of the picture. Luka just couldn’t find it in him to be sorry that he had caused her and John to split up. Now John was a free man again.

Now John was his.

He grabbed one of the towels he had dropped on the floor and wiped his hands and Carter’s belly clean. Carter blinked at him, expressing his thanks with a grateful smile. He looked totally exhausted and half-asleep already. Kovac ushered the kid under the blankets and joined him, curling up to the younger guy and hugging him protectively. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. Besides, they could talk tomorrow. The two men soon fell asleep, their naked bodies entwined closely, like ivy, curving around each other.

Yes, they could talk tomorrow.

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