A Doug Ross/John Carter slash story, rated NC17. Last 
episode seen was "The Middle of Nowhere".

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infringement of their copyright is intended. We're 
returning the characters to Warner Bros. with big smiles on 
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We would like to take the opportunity to send a big thank you 
to Michelle, without whom this story would not have been 
possible.

This story is the first of a series of stories that we refer 
to as "Carter Does County". The "More Than Friends, Less 
Than Lovers" story arc will include the following: Seduction, 
Assignations, Betrayal, Forgiveness, Reunion and Culmination; 
with the story line spanning all five seasons.

"More Than Friends, Less Than Lovers - Seduction"
By: Melissa and Cathy
glroberts@bigfoot.com


John had come to know the ER staff well. He knew that Susan 
Lewis had a completely screwed-up family, that Mark Greene 
adored his daughter, but was married to a total bitch, that 
Benton had a heart of ice, except when it came to his mother. 
Carol Hathaway was about to get married and get her life 
back on track, but there was still some weird electricity 
between her and Doug Ross. Jerry, the desk clerk, was a 
hypochondriac who still lived with his mother; Haleh was a 
part-time blues singer.

They'd let him in on all these things, but he'd had to pay 
the price of being a victim of the occasional prank. John 
thought that had ended a while back, but now he wasn't so 
sure. The looks Doug had given him tonight...John would be 
sure Doug was coming on to him if he didn't know better. 
Doug Ross was the most heterosexual man on earth, so if he 
was flirting with John, it had to be some kind of bizarre 
joke.

Earlier that day, they had both been at loose ends, so Doug 
suggested that they shoot some hoops, then stop off at his 
neighborhood bar for a beer. Neither of them was in the 
mood to play - and Doug said he'd whip Carter's ass anyway - 
so they went straight to the bar. It was exactly the kind 
of place John imagined him hanging out - a real guy bar. 
Pool tables, sports on the television. Not the sort of 
place you'd order a champagne cocktail. Doug was well known 
there. Seemed like as soon as he crossed the threshold, 
people were urging him to play pool, join their group.

After a while, Doug leaned in close to his ear...too close, 
really. "I'm starving. How 'bout we go back to my place 
and order a pizza or something?". John had never been known 
to turn down food, so he had no reason to object. It was a 
short walk, then they were there. John was sure he detected 
a loaded glance from Doug as they went inside, and he felt 
a tinge uneasy - as if something were going on that he didn't 
know about yet.

"Have a seat." Doug tossed him the remote. "Find the game, 
and I'll get us a drink. Beer?"

"I'd really just like some water, I think."

When Doug came back, John took a big gulp, then spluttered. 
"Dammit Doug!". Doug chuckled as John realized he'd taken 
a gulp of vodka instead of water.

"Here, let me clean that up for you." Doug took a towel 
and dabbed at John's shirt. Then he slowed his movements 
and deliberately pressed the towel into John's lap. Seeing 
John's eyes widen, he lightly dabbed at his face.

"Um, that's fine, thanks." John took the towel away from 
Doug and looked over at the television. Seeing there was a 
basketball game in progress and trying to lighten the mood, 
he said, "Christ, I wouldn't take a shot like that!" 

Doug picked up the remote and switched the television off. 
As John stared at him, Doug leaned in and lightly kissed him. 
Once John recovered from his shock, he waited for the punch 
line. Waited for the inevitable, "Gotcha!" that would signal 
the kiss was another of Doug's practical jokes. Doug 
remained silent, and looked at him steadily, not moving away.

Trembling slightly, John stood and ran his fingers through 
his hair. He decided to try to pretend it didn't happen. 
Safest thing. John wasn't sure if it was the vodka or the 
leftover adrenaline from the kiss, but he just couldn't be 
still. He didn't realize how panicked he looked.

Doug chuckled as he saw the younger man's discomfiture. He 
had decided there was no way he'd coerce John into anything. 
John was going to be a more than willing partner in his own 
seduction. In fact, Doug wanted him to have to practically 
beg. He walked up behind John and stroked his neck gently, 
noticing that he didn't move away. Encouraging. After 
planting another light kiss on the back of John's neck, Doug 
turned and walked back to the couch. John turned and looked 
at him, questioning. 

"From now on, I'm only going to do what you ask me to do. "

"How the hell am I supposed to know what to ask for?" The 
words were out of
John's mouth before he could bite them back.

"Just ask for what you want, and I'll do it."

John sighed as he realized that he'd have to make the 
decision to do this, not just let it happen. He thought for 
a few moments. At first, John had believed he was 
misinterpreting that look in Doug's eyes after the kiss, but 
his second approach had negated that idea. What John wasn't 
able to misinterpret, however, was his own reaction. In 
addition to the surprise, he felt unmistakable arousal. He 
was so hard it hurt. He wondered if Doug could see that. He 
shook his head slightly -- this couldn't be happening. John 
was pretty sure Doug wasn't teasing him. He also knew that 
although they were hardly in love, this could become 
complicated. In the end, curiosity and arousal won out over 
rational thought. Why the hell not? He made his decision, 
and returned to the couch.

"I haven't...I don't", John began. He fell silent as Doug 
stroked his hair. 

"Tell me what you want," Doug insisted.

"I want you to kiss me again. Really kiss me." Doug pulled 
him in for another kiss. He lingered over John's lips with 
his own for a few moments, and when John parted them, Doug 
began to explore his mouth. John whimpered, and began to 
kiss back. 

That whimper, signaling John's willingness, was an 
incredible turn-on to Doug, and he reminded himself with 
difficulty of his plan. As he broke the kiss and moved to 
John's neck, he was rewarded with an audible moan.

Doug smiled. "Like that, huh?"

"God, yes." John loved the feel of Doug's lips, his hands, 
and he wanted to touch the rest of him. He ran his hands 
inside Doug's shirt, relishing the heat of his skin. He lay 
back, pulling Doug with him. 

Doug began unbuttoning John's shirt, wanting to feel more 
skin himself. Then he stopped. He held John's wrists and 
said, "Ask me." 

John took a deep breath, realizing what a big step he was 
about to take. "Can I undress you?"

"Here?" Doug asked, wanting to move into the bedroom, but 
also wanting John to suggest it.

"I'd... I'd like to go in the bedroom, I think."

The bedroom was dark, but Doug quickly found his way to the 
night stand and turned on the bedside light. He tried to 
stop himself from initiating action, but decided he'd had 
enough of that. He was hungry for John's body, and wanted 
to take it. He removed John's already unbuttoned shirt, and 
noted with a grin that John had already discarded his shoes 
and socks. Good - nothing less sexy than a naked man in his 
socks.

John interrupted his thoughts. "I thought I was supposed to 
be undressing you." Although he'd been ambivalent about this 
a few minutes ago, John was surrendering to what his body 
was asking for. What it wanted right now was more of Doug 
Ross. More of his skin, more of his mouth, more of his tongue.
He ran his hands over Doug's bare chest, enjoying the feel 
of the warmth and the hair on his chest. Impatiently, he 
pushed Doug's shorts and boxers down. Then he paused. Now 
that Doug's entire body was finally available to him, he 
reverted to being a little scared. What the hell was he 
supposed to do now?

Doug looked up into John's eyes, then looked him up and 
down, estimating that while John's legs were much longer 
than his own, the length of their bodies was equal. Of 
course, being slightly shorter than John meant that he could 
very easily reach certain areas of John's body. He stepped 
out of his pants and pulled John into his arms, bending his 
head slight to take a hard nipple into his mouth. A thrill 
went through him as he heard John whisper "Dear God." and 
moan. A little nip, then a pinch and it was on to the other 
nipple. While he had John's attention focused on those 
sensations, he put his hands to good use, unzipping John's 
pants and reaching inside the pants and boxer shorts to 
grasp his oh, so hard penis. This was nice, but not good 
enough. He wanted John Carter naked and he wanted him naked 
five minutes ago. With a skill that had been finely honed 
over the years, Doug had the pants pushed down John's legs 
in less than a minute. He then stepped back and admired the 
body in front of him. John didn't work out, that was very 
obvious, but he certainly wasn't flabby. He had nice 
muscles in the all the right places, a smooth chest, so pale 
that his dark nipples almost looked like bruises against it. 
Slim hips that cradled dark curly hair and a very hard and 
well formed penis that was now pulled up against his body. 
John's cheeks flushed as Doug eyed him and Doug smiled, 
amazed that someone John's age could still feel embarrassment 
over being admired.

Doug knelt down and carefully coaxed the pants and boxers 
off of John, allowing John to lean against him for balance 
each time he had to lift a leg up in order to slip the pants 
off. The kid was running his fingers through his hair again, 
giving Doug that same panicked look that he had shown in the 
living room. It was time to make him think about something 
else.

"Tell me what you want me to do, John," he said, running his 
hand lightly up and down the back of John's thigh.

"Everything."

Doug chuckled, "I plan to. But, you're going to tell me 
where to begin."

The kid blushed even deeper, then answered in a whisper, "Could 
you take me in your mouth?"

"Take what? Your fingers?" Doug raised John's hand to his 
mouth and took a finger inside, running his tongue along 
the tip.

Unable to say it, John removed his hand from Doug's grasp, then
entwined his fingers in his hair. He hesitantly moved Doug's 
face inches from his penis.

"You want a blow job?" Doug couldn't resist teasing him.

John swallowed noisily, then nodded.

"Say it then."

"Would you please give me a blow job?"

"And just what happens in a blow job, John? What exactly 
is it that I need to do? Blow on you?" There was no 
laughter in Doug's voice, only desire.

John closed his eyes, not believing that Doug was making him 
get graphic like this. Maybe it was all a big joke to him. 
But, he had gotten this far and it did seem as if Doug was 
willing to take it even further.

"You'll need to suck on my penis."

"Ah. Like this?" Doug put his lips to the shaft of John's 
penis and sucked slowly, making John moan once more.

"Yes. But, more. You need to take my penis into your mouth 
and suck on it."

Doug grinned, amazed at how turned on he was getting by 
making John tell him how to do something so simple. He got 
to his feet and walked to the night stand where a box of 
condoms lay waiting upon the top. He got one out and opened 
it, dropping the foil to the floor, then returned to John and 
slowly rolled it onto his already wet penis. John was more 
than ready for action, and Doug was more than ready to take 
him. He gently squeezed John's balls, then sank to his knees 
and took the tip of John's penis into his mouth, sucking with 
all his might.

Suddenly he stopped. He grinned at the flash of frustration 
on John's face, and asked, "Is that what you meant? Or 
maybe..." He ran his tongue along the shaft and around the 
tip, then looked up at John expectantly. "That too?"

John could only nod, and pull Doug's mouth back onto his penis. 

After that, everything was a blur to John. He glanced over 
beside him to watch Doug sleeping for a moment, and remembered 
some of the things that had happened. He'd been eager to 
take Doug in his mouth, too, and had actually tried to so 
without a condom, but had given in to Doug's demands they 
use one.

It hadn't been making love by any stretch of the imagination - 
just raw sex. He remembered having Doug's finger inside 
him. It had made him want more, made him beg for Doug 's 
penis. He'd been lying on his stomach, with his hands 
loosely tied together. Despite his pleas, Doug had continued 
to tease him for a long time, using two fingers, then three. 
He even traced the area lightly, then more insistently, with 
his tongue. When Doug had finally entered him, John tried to 
suppress his loud gasp of pleasure, but gave up, realizing 
that his moans aroused Doug even more. He realized why 
afterward when he savored Doug's whimpers as he surrendered 
to the entry of John's penis, just as he'd savored the taste 
of his mouth and skin. 

John had asked for everything, and he'd gotten it. He grinned 
up at the ceiling. And he'd given it.

The next morning, John awoke before Doug's alarm was scheduled 
to go off. They were both due to be at the hospital by seven 
and John wanted to get a shower before he had to be at work. 
He watched Doug for a few moments to make sure he was sound 
asleep, then he slowly slipped out of bed. His clothes were 
still on the floor and he gathered them up, then retrieved his 
shoes and socks. He went out to the living room, shutting 
the bedroom door softly, then disappeared into the bathroom. 
Since Doug's bathroom wasn't connected to the bedroom, John 
was confident that he wouldn't awaken Doug.

Doug blinked, and looked over at the clock. He rubbed his 
eyes, and tried to shake the sleep from his mind. He heard 
John moving around in the bathroom, knocking things over - 
Christ, the kid could be clumsy - and he realized that the 
decision was being left to him. He could stay here in bed, 
pretend to be asleep, and John would likely leave without 
a word. They could go back, more or less, to their previous 
relationship. Did he want that? Doug considered this for 
a moment, and decided the answer was an emphatic "no". 
Despite the problems he knew he was letting them in for, 
he wasn't willing to give this up. John Carter was addictive, 
and Doug wanted more. 

As John climbed into the shower, his thoughts returned to 
the night before. Just thinking about what he and Doug had 
done together made him hard again, and he felt a little 
guilty for wanting more. He stepped under the hot spray, 
hoping to pound some of the cobwebs from his brain.

The shower door opened, and Doug was standing before him. 
Naked. Obviously as aroused as he was. Wordlessly, John 
stepped aside in invitation and Doug stepped into the shower, 
slamming the door closed.

Doug scowled at John. "You weren't planning on sneaking 
out on me, were you?"

"Well, since it's a little past four a.m., I thought I'd 
let you sleep until your alarm went off at five."

"Ah, so you were just being considerate then?" Doug was 
now smiling.

John nodded.

"And it never once crossed your mind that we could be doing 
something a Hell of a lot more exciting than sleeping before 
my alarm goes off?"

John silently shook his head and this made Doug laugh. The 
kid was such an innocent sometimes. Well, last night he had 
made him ask for it. This morning, he would just take what 
he wanted. Doug used his body to pin John against the wall, 
then pulled his head down and passionately kissed his mouth. 
His tongue sought entrance, not even bothering to wait for 
the invitation. His hands roamed freely over John's lithe 
body, pinching and caressing. Teasing him. Doug broke off 
the kiss and nuzzled John's neck, making him squirm with 
pleasure, taking advantage of everything he had learned 
about John the night before. John moaned as Doug's hand 
encased his throbbing penis.

"Are you ready for me?" Doug asked.

"God, yes," was the breathless reply.

Doug opened the shower door and bent down to pick something 
up off of the floor. It was a condom. The man was fanatical 
about using condoms, John thought. Probably why he never has 
to worry about catching any diseases, he chided himself, 
remembering all too well his embarrassment at having everyone 
find out that Liz had given him a disease. A tiny part of 
John's mind registered the irony of Doug insisting on a condom, 
but then rimming him without protection. Not that he was 
complaining, and not that he was going to bring it to Doug's 
attention. It felt too incredible, and he had not wanted it 
to stop.

John stood still as he watched Doug open the condom and shut 
the door. Doug held it out to him.

"Put this on me."

John took the condom and carefully rolled it down Doug's 
penis, then he dropped to his knees and took Doug into his 
mouth. This time, it was Doug who groaned. After a few 
minutes, John could feel Doug's hands pushing him away.

"That was nice, John, but it isn't what I want. Bend over."

"You're not going to make me ask for it?" John licked the 
tip of Doug's penis.

"No. Today I'm doing what I want. "

John stood and bent over, bracing himself against the wall 
opposite the showerhead. He could feel the spray of the 
water as it beat against Doug's back and was deflected into 
the air. Then Doug was there, entering him in one long 
thrust that took his breath away.

"Move with me, John." Doug commanded as he began to move in 
and out, pulling and pushing on John's hips in counterpoint 
until they could synchronize their movements. Once in synch, 
Doug was free to use his hands again. He slid his hand up 
John's belly to his chest and found a taut nipple to play with. 
The other hand was firmly wrapped around John's penis, 
stroking it in time with his thrusts. Doug came first, his 
final thrust sure and strong. Despite the wonderful 
distraction of his own orgasm, Doug was able to keep up the 
steady stroking of John's penis until John let out a small 
cry and Doug felt his semen flow over his hand. Using John's 
penis as a handle, he pulled the young student around and 
toward him, kissing him deeply once more.

"Now, wasn't that a much better way to spend your time?" Doug 
asked with a grin.

"Yeah. It was."

"So, don't make that same mistake again, all right?" Doug 
reached for the soap.

"Again?" John shook his head, thinking that maybe he had 
water in his ears and wasn't hearing Doug right. Was Doug 
implying that he wanted to do this again? With him?

Doug laughed as he rubbed the soap over John's body, "Yeah, 
again. What are you doing tonight? Any plans?"

"Uh, no. None."

"Then what do you say to a game of basketball and a beer?"

"Like last night?"

"Just like last night." Doug pushed John under the water, 
turning his body slowly so that he would be completely rinsed 
off.

"Sounds good to me." John replied, hoping he sounded as 
matter of fact about the whole thing as Doug sounded.

Doug tossed the shampoo at him, "Here, you'll have to do 
your own hair. I am not going to risk pulling a muscle by 
trying to reach the top of your head. The top of this head 
is much easier to reach." 

Doug fondled John while he was trying to pour out the shampoo. 
John found he needed all his concentration in order to pour 
out the correct amount and not drop the bottle to the floor. 
He handed the bottle back to Doug, forcing him to break off 
contact with him. Then he closed his eyes and began to wash 
his hair. He wasn't too surprised when the fondling resumed. 
Only this time, Doug took it much further, using his finger 
to remind John of what they had just finished doing. Much 
to his embarrassment, John's stomach chose that minute to 
growl, which sent Doug into a fit of laughter. John quickly 
rinsed his hair, trying to tell his stomach to quiet down, 
but it wasn't listening to him at all. He shook his head to 
get the water out of his face and opened his eyes. Doug had 
lathered up and he pulled him out of the water so that he 
could rinse off.

"Hungry?" Doug asked, his back to him now.

"You forgot to feed me last night."

"That's right. I did promise you a pizza, didn't I? Well, 
how about if I make it up to you by treating you to a huge 
breakfast at Doc Magoo's?"

"I thought you wanted to work some extra hours at the 
hospital to earn more money?"

"I do." Doug was now washing his hair, "But I think that 
I can afford to buy you breakfast."

"I have a huge appetite."

Doug turned off the water, then faced John once again, that 
crooked grin in place once more. "So, I've noticed."

John chose to ignore the remark. "We can't have breakfast 
anyway. I want to go home and change clothes."

"You'll have plenty of time. Meet me at Doc Magoo's at five 
thirty. If you leave now, you should be there on time." 
Doug handed a towel to John, then grabbed another one and 
began to dry off before stepping out of the shower. 

John rubbed the towel in his hair, very conscious of the 
fact that Doug was watching him from the center of the bathroom. 
He quickly dried off, then wrapped the towel around his waist 
and stepped out into the steamy bathroom. Doug was at the 
sink, using his towel to dry a circle in the mirror. John 
quickly looked away, knowing that if he stared at Doug's 
body any longer, he would soon be hard again. He dressed, 
then watched as Doug finished shaving. 

Doug wiped off his face, then turned around and leaned back 
against the sink, exposing himself to John. "Well? Are 
you going to let me buy you breakfast?"

John shrugged, "Sure. Why not? But, it would be better 
if you let me buy you breakfast."

"Next time. You should go now, or I just might have to 
ravish you again." Doug grinned, "Perhaps in the kitchen 
this time?"

John blushed, then got out of there before he allowed Doug 
to do just that. As he hurried to the El station, his mind 
was full of thoughts about Doug Ross and what was going to 
happen that night. About what had happened the night before. 
A part of him was still a little shocked that Doug had found 
him desirable. A little shocked that Doug liked men. Doug 
Ross was about as far away from the homosexual stereotype 
as a man could get, and yet, it was very plain that he had 
no qualms about bedding another man. Had obviously had sex 
with men prior to John. Was he just another notch on Doug's 
belt? Did he really care if he was, as long as the sex 
continued to be as great as it was last night? With a silly 
grin on his face, John shook his head. It didn't matter to 
him one bit. He had enjoyed himself immensely and knew he 
would enjoy himself as much tonight. He hoped that there 
would be more nights to follow. Whistling happily, he paid 
his fare, then impatiently waited for his train to arrive. 
The sooner he could get home and get changed, the sooner he 
could be to Doc Magoos. He didn't want to keep Doug waiting.

End of Seduction