Once

Once, the sequel to "Rocket Launcher"

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Pairings: Dave Malucci/Robert Romano, John Carter/Peter Benton, Luka Kovac/Mark Green

Disclaimer: "E.R.," with its related themes and characters, does not belong to me. I make no money from this venture.

Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor and the people who told me that they liked "Rocket Launcher." It's also for Livia, who made me the most wonderful banner in the world (and very likely the only one in the world) for Malucci/Romano.

Wherein you'll find three little words, two ego-driven doctors, and one tiny sequel.

Notice: This site is the proud home of Malucci/Romano slash.

Water hit Dave's chest, making him slick and hot. He ran his fingers down his torso. Instead of the usual routine of checking muscle development before reaching for his cock, he traced his scars gingerly, testing. They were ugly but healing. The skin was sensitive but didn't bother him much anymore.

Getting shot had been terrifying. He'd almost died. He'd thought that he was dead. He still had nightmares, sometimes. He'd been out there alone, bleeding to death, knowing that he was dying, helpless, hopeless.

But he wasn't alone anymore. When he had nightmares, Robert was there to wake him up, bring him back to reality. Reality was a big, soft, warm bed and a short, arrogant, arrogant - - yeah, it was worth saying twice - - lover.

Lover? They were in love. They were lovers.

Partner? They were partners. They shared everything, legally.

And that was one hell of a nice reality. Made fantasies pretty much pointless.

Although some fantasies were good. He had some good fantasies. While he was driving in to work, say, or shaving, or waiting in the elevator, or eating, or walking, or breathing, he had some good fantasies. Some good sex-with-Robert fantasies. And the best part was that he could go home and try the fantasies out in person, for real.

Cock steadily thickening, he wrapped his hand around it. Nice to touch, but it could wait. He'd be out of the shower any second, and then he could try the real thing.

The shocking heat and wetness of Robert's mouth on his sex. The knee-weakening reality of Robert's talented fingers in his ass. He could really go for that right now. Hell, he could go for that any time. Any time, any place.

They still hadn't done it in the hospital. Not in the E.R., or the O.R., or Robert's office. He still wanted to, wanted to get fucked right across Robert's desk. In his scrubs, pushed onto his back...sometimes in the fantasy they shoved the desk clear; sometimes Robert pushed him down right on top of the papers, and lube dripped onto an important document, and Robert would have to explain it away later, remembering how it had gotten there, maybe talking to the hospital board in an official meeting with memories of lube, and his ass, and their coupling. Robert wouldn't give it away, wouldn't even blink; and then later, Robert would come home and do it again, fuck him again, remembering the time in the office, remembering explaining the stain on the paper to a room of and doctors and executives. Maybe Robert would get hard at the meeting, get hard remembering, sit there in the meeting-

"Dave?"

He came, moaning softly, water washing his cum down the drain.

"Tell me you're not jerking off again."

He rinsed off a final time and turned off the water. "Not anymore."

"You do know that the function of living with someone who wants to have sex with you is that you don't have to do that anymore."

Pushing aside the frosted glass, Dave stepped from the tub onto the soft mat. "Oh, you want to have sex with me?"

"That wasn't clear?"

"I don't know. 'Dave, I'm going to fuck you until you come and pass out twice,' that's sort of ambiguous language."

"I'll try to be more explicit in the future."

"You could try using smaller words."

"Which ones?"

"Suck. Me. Now."

"Okay." Robert leaned against the doorjamb, arms crossed over his chest. "Suck me now."

Dave, naked and wet, grinned slowly at Dr. Romano, who was dressed and groomed from tie to wingtips to suspenders. While Dave knew that he wasn't a gigolo, occasionally acting the part was fun. He moved closer, then sank to his knees. Lowering his lashes, Dave broke eye contact and parted his lips, licking the black leather of Robert's belt.

"We don't have all day."

"My shift doesn't start for hours," he corrected.

"I don't have all day."

"Too bad." He reached up and slid the suspenders from Robert's shoulders.

"Dave-"

"You don't have to go to the conference."

"I'm speaking."

"You could quit your job and stay at home all day. In bed. With me."

"Tempting, but no."

"Your loss." He slowly unbuckled Robert's belt.

"Are you developing a fetish?"

"For what?"

"Belts? Not many people lick leather."

Dave smiled, easing open Robert's fly. "You lick leather."

"Once."

Dave smirked. "Remind me to wear those pants again." Pants down, boxers down, lick cock. Kiss knee, work way up thigh, and Robert's hand was on the back of his head, urging him northward. He nuzzled into Robert's balls, mouthing scrotum, leaving strong licks over perineum. He pushed Robert's shirttails out of the way with one hand, curling his other hand around Robert's cock.

"Dr. Romano?"

Dave wrapped his lips around the head, eyes closing.

"Dr. Romano?"

Suction here, lick there, a little tease, a lot of promise.

"Dr.-"

"I'm coming!" Robert yelled.

A few very undignified moments later...

"Don't make me laugh when I'm doing that," Dave said.

"You okay?"

"I think I got it up my nose."

"You'll live."

"Thanks for your sympathy."

"I have to go."

"Have a good day at work. Make us proud."

"Harass Carrie and Lizzie and Peter for me." Robert kissed him and left.

Dave smiled and went to get dressed.

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