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Luka woke slowly feeling the bed dip. He had been off work for three hours now. He slept well for the most part, he felt behind him for his lover and found a familiar cotton sleep shirt.
"Shhh, go back to sleep," John whispered into Luka's ear.
"Did you just get in?"
Luka didn't turn but he did start stroking John's chest and felt for his collar. It was awkward but after finding his cheek and feeling his face scrunch into a smile Luka knew John was in a good mood.
"No showered the smell of the hospital off first, come here," John pulled Luka's hand down with a kiss to his knuckles. He knew Luka was tired but he also knew Luka would want to cuddle.
John pulled the comforter back to reveal Luka's sleep shirt and boxers. He ran his hand down Luka's shoulders to his chest. He found Luka's left hand and with the strength of someone who was a doctor pulled him in one go towards the center of their bed.
"I get manhandled but I don't get kisses?"
John heard the teasing for what it was.
"Pardon me," John bent his head over Luka's face.
John pressed one kiss to his cheek then two to his mouth. Unhurried, he slid his right hand from Luka's left and went up his shirt to caress his stomach. Luka loved to cuddle; he would spend eternity in John's arms if John's back would tolerate the awkward position.
Luka sighed into the kiss, "Did Emma make it?"
"Yeah, she's up in post-op. They repaired all the bleeders. I spoke to Emma's parents by the way they told me to thank you. I intend to pass along their thanks."
John knew how Luka never wanted to leave cases like Emma, a young girl much like his daughter. Emma had a collapsed lung and a hidden laceration that was just the right angle for no equipment or scans to have found it unless you were Luka with a gut feeling.
"I'm glad she's better," Luka agreed.
Luka turned slowly allowing John to stop him if he only wanted to cuddle right now. But he could feel the stirring interest of his lover's cock. John was like this sometimes, he could find energy reserves to celebrate after a good shift. Luka released a sigh and kissed John deeply on the lips.
"Mrhhmm, Luka," John asked, moving his hands one on Luka's ass and the other at the hem of his boxers.
Luka always loved hearing John say his name. For a moment all he could do was hum into the kiss. John was putting his hands on Luka's boxers which seemed to be enough permission for John.
Now that they had been lovers for close to a year now there was more room for understanding. After Kem had left, John's grieving was still ongoing and Luka knew what he was going through. One night of passion led to another and then another. Then it was an awkward morning. Followed by a very drunk Luka explaining how he felt and then a sober John listening to him. One confession turned into a cuddling session. John didn't want to take advantage of Luka. Then John got it he didn't want to just be sexual he wanted to be with Luka. Luka had confessed to harboring feelings since Africa.
John went to Africa for a body but he got a living breathing Luka on the plane. He remembers the gratitude in that kiss on his cheek. Even now as he looks at Luka's face holding an arm around Luka's middle he feels love spreading through him and some other more primal stirrings.
First John was too busy to think about the thank you from the European man. Then when he came back from the Congo with Kem he thought he had the rest of his life planned. Then the baby was gone. In his grief, Kem had fled just like everyone else. Strangely though Luka was there for him, he knew about his own family's death. Abby was so busy being a resident she tried but she didn't get it all the way, not like Luka.
Luka was there for late-night coffee and he didn't try to make him move past his grief. Luka understood the grief of a child and the 'what-ifs' of a young family. Luka understood the need to go to the Congo. He understood John and even now he strokes the head of Luka's cock. Luka knows John wants to watch him fall apart.
"I want to watch you," John whispered in the night, careful not to disturb the quiet of the bedroom.
Luka nodded and reached for John's face and asked for a kiss. John kissed him slowly as he stroked his lover's penis twisting his wrist at the top to gather cum from the head.
"Come here lean on me." John wanted to hold him and feel the tension build in Luka's body.
John pulled a little slower; he wanted to see his face as Luka orgasmed and was bare only to him. He wanted to see Luka, not the Trauma doctor Kovac.
John leaned down to kiss Luka's sweaty forehead. He could feel the tension in Luka now as he worked his shaft and rubbed the slit of his cock.
Luka wanted a kiss; he always felt so needy but with John, he felt like they could fill each other's needs. Together it felt like all his needs could be filled.
"I want you to come for me," John whispered into his hair, pulling Luka's penis faster now.
John felt the tension of Luka's muscle coil into a spring. Luka pushed his legs together and then apart to make the tension of an orgasm build. Luka was panting now, his toes curling. John kissed him, swallowing moans from Luka. He felt the cum release on his hand. John felt Luka breathe deeply, catching his breath and laying against him. Luka kissed John's neck between heartbeats. John pulled his hand off Luka's cock slowly.
"Lovely," John praised the sight of his debauched boyfriend.
Luka was slowly coming back to himself. He looked above him in time to see John licking cum off his hand. Luka had only ever been with one man before John. There had been many women before John trying to fill a hole from the grief. John knew him as a complicated human being.
Luka started to move off of John to return the favor. John stopped him though.
"Stay still," John knew Luka was a generous lover he always thought he needed to even the score. "I wanted to watch you and now I have."
"But," Luka protested, he wanted to make John feel good too.
"I promise you that show was enough for me, in the morning you can have your way with me promise," John slowly laid them back down on their side.
Luka could feel how hard John was still but he knew John made a morning promise and Luka would take full advantage. Plus Luka was so tired after 12 hours. He knew John wasn't any better; he could feel the erection waning even now. There was slight snoring as John loosened his grip on him. Luka smiled at John sweetly.
Luka shifted in John's arms until he was able to comfort John dead to the world. He kissed John's hands and sighed letting dreams come to him. Snuggling into John's arms enjoying a rare morning with two days in a row where they could do night shifts together.