Fic: My Dry Spell
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Fic: My Dry Spell
Characters: John Dorian/Perry Cox
Rating: R
Description: JD's peep's on the fritz. Perry can help. Goes with episode 2:10 "My Monster"
Warnings: Slash, sex, questionable consent, absolutely nothing even remotely resembling a plot.
Author's Notes: Again, nothing new. Just moving stuff over here from my other journal so my fics are all in one place. :)
With thanks tothuri for giving it a once-over.
It was not the most embarrassing thing he’d ever done, but it definitely ranked among the top ten.
JD slammed his locker shut and sank down to the bench, feeling weary in more ways than one. Why--why had he decided it would be cool to share with Turk and Dr. Cox, of all people, the fact that he hadn’t been able to get it up? Sure, they'd been sharing, and okay, fine, Turk was his best friend and he'd probably have heard about it anyway, but oh, God, Dr. Cox? Of all the times to let his mouth run away with him...
My peep’s on the fritz? What the hell?
He groaned, lowering his face into his hands and drawing a deep breath. It could have been worse. He could’ve admitted it to someone like, say, Carla. Or Elliot.
But God—at least they would have probably been sympathetic. Carla would call him Bambi and Elliot would reassure him it happened to all guys, and everything would be dandy.
But Dr. Cox?
As if he doesn’t have enough reasons to make fun of me.
He lowered his hands, and drew a breath, getting determinedly to his feet. Damn it, he was a doctor. He’d go home, get some reading material, and get things back in working order. Then he’d go find Lisa and apologize, and ask her if she might not want to try their date again, and then maybe he could regain his dignity and end his dry spell.
Maybe.
He turned toward the door of the empty room, then froze, realizing with some dismay that it wasn’t empty after all.
Dr. Cox stood in the doorway, arms folded across his chest the way they often were, his face was inscrutable. JD stood for a moment, mouth flopping open like a fish, wondering if he was supposed to have done something and hadn’t, or if there was something he should be saying, but his mind was coming up blank.
Then, suddenly, Dr. Cox moved. He stepped into the room and shut the door, sliding the dead bolt lock into place before advancing on JD with a predatory look on his face. JD swallowed, backing up until he felt the lockers behind him.
“Um… Dr. Cox?”
The older man didn’t answer, nor did he pause in his advance, not until he was only inches away from JD, whose opossum-like defensive response had been to simply freeze and gape as his mentor approached.
For a long moment the two stood, staring at one another in silence. Then, slowly, Cox's gaze drifted down, until it was fixed on JD’s mouth.
“Um, Dr. C--!”
He got no further, because that was when Cox closed the distance between them, crushing his lips to JD’s, swallowing his startled yelp and any protest he might have made.
He found, however, that he had surprisingly few; Dr. Cox was a very good kisser, and it had been so long…
But wait. Wait! Dr. Cox?
When the older doctor finally broke the kiss, leaving both of them gasping, JD could only whisper “Why…?”
Cox shook his head. “Don’t say a word, Newbie,” he said. “Just don’t. Think of this as a free exam. You described a rather…intriguing symptom to me, earlier. And I wanted to see if I could treat it.”
JD whimpered, but as per Cox’s directive did not speak. He was more than a little frightened, it was true, but a part of him knew if he voiced those fears, Cox would probably stop.
It probably should have surprised him more, to discover that was the last thing JD wanted.
Cox growled in response to the whimper, moving to catch JD’s lips between his own again. He nibbled on the lower one for a moment, before forcing JD’s mouth open and shoving his tongue inside, where it explored every corner in a most delightfully thorough manner.
Up to this point, the only thing holding JD in place was the utter shock of the situation. But as Cox kissed him, the older man’s hands came up to rest, flat-palmed, on the lockers on either side of his head, and JD found himself effectively trapped. And for some reason, that was definitely turning him on. God, what is wrong with me?
Cox broke away again. “So I understand,” he said, his voice dipping into a rough imitation of the polite tone he used with patients, “that you’ve been having some…difficulties,” he emphasized the word with a quick nip at JD’s neck, “in the bedroom lately.”
“Yes,” JD whispered, unable to stop the word from escaping his gasping mouth.
Cox, however, looked pleased, eyes darkening with lust. “If you don’t mind,” he said, “I think I had better have a closer look at your… symptoms, as it were.”
JD moaned again, unable to keep his hips from rolling a little; Cox’s voice was liquid, his body radiating heat and strength, and JD found he could resist none of it.
One of the hands next to his head moved, fingers dancing lightly over his throat before stroking down the front of his shirt, making a winding, sinuous trail toward his belly, then below. “God, please,” JD gasped, his hips bucking when Dr. Cox’s fingers curled over the top of his scrubs pants.
“Hmm,” Cox said, dipping his head to nibble at the juncture of neck and shoulder. “Curious. Your symptoms seem to have resolved themselves already.” He moved his hand down, squeezing the length of JD’s erection through the thin fabric of his scrubs. “Yes, most interesting,” he whispered, though his own voice had gone slightly rough.
“God!” JD gasped, head falling back against the locker. This was so surreal, but damn it, it felt good, and Cox was squeezing him through the fabric, testing the length and girth of him, and oh.
“Everything seems to be functioning properly,” Cox said, uncurling his fingers and using the flat of his palm to rub with a steady pressure. “But I think… as a doctor… I should make sure the desired results are still achievable. Don’t you?”
“Yes, please,” JD said, voice tight with need. He grunted, hips moving in time to Cox’s strokes. “Oh.”
Cox snarled, suddenly shoving his hand down past the elastic of JD’s scrubs and boxers. JD felt himself color as Cox’s hand wrapped around him without the barrier of clothing. “You like this, don't you?”
JD found he could not get his brain to form actual words; what came out instead was an odd sort of yelp.
"You like it," Cox whispered, voice rough. “Say you like it, Newbie.”
“God, I do,” JD moaned, and oh, it was already happening, he was close, so close…
“Ask me not to stop,” Cox demanded, taking JD’s earlobe in his teeth and biting gently as his hand picked up speed.
“Please don’t,” JD choked, hips pumping a ragged, broken rhythm as the tingling began to gather in the base of his spine. “Oh, please--oh!”
He was spilling, coming harder than he could remember coming in ages, and Cox was growling, suckling at his neck, nipping and licking and marking him, because even in his orgasm-induced haze, JD could tell those were the kinds of bites that would leave marks, and oh, he was still coming in short spasms, still spilling into Cox’s hand, and oh God…
Cox gave him one last squeeze before releasing him and stepping back; JD’s knees buckled, and he slid weakly to the floor, limp and utterly sated and more than a little bewildered.
Cox stepped away, staring down at him, chest heaving, and even if JD hadn’t noticed what had been pressed against his hip while Cox stroked him, he’d have to be blind not to see it now: a long, hard bulge in Cox’s scrubs, tenting the fabric oh so slightly.
JD wasn’t sure if he was supposed to reciprocate; without at least some recovery time, he wasn’t even sure he could. But Cox simply stepped back, then turned, without warning, and walked out of the room.
JD watched him go, mouth still hanging open as he tried to sort through what had just happened. Had Cox… had he really…? This hadn’t been some fevered imagining of his, had it?
But no… JD might imagine a lot of weird things, but he’d never fantasized about Dr. Cox before, of that he was certain.
He was also certain he would be, from now on.
“Fuck,” he muttered, drawing his hands up to his face once more. As if my feelings about him weren’t confusing enough already…
Still, as he got shakily to his feet, little aftershocks of pleasure still trembling through him, he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. Sure, it wasn’t exactly the way he’d intended for it to happen, but there was no disputing his dry spell was officially over.
Now if he could just get Lisa to give him another chance…
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randomslasherFic: My Dry Spell
Characters: John Dorian/Perry Cox
Rating: R
Description: JD's peep's on the fritz. Perry can help. Goes with episode 2:10 "My Monster"
Warnings: Slash, sex, questionable consent, absolutely nothing even remotely resembling a plot.
Author's Notes: Again, nothing new. Just moving stuff over here from my other journal so my fics are all in one place. :)
With thanks to
thuri for giving it a once-over.It was not the most embarrassing thing he’d ever done, but it definitely ranked among the top ten.
JD slammed his locker shut and sank down to the bench, feeling weary in more ways than one. Why--why had he decided it would be cool to share with Turk and Dr. Cox, of all people, the fact that he hadn’t been able to get it up? Sure, they'd been sharing, and okay, fine, Turk was his best friend and he'd probably have heard about it anyway, but oh, God, Dr. Cox? Of all the times to let his mouth run away with him...
My peep’s on the fritz? What the hell?
He groaned, lowering his face into his hands and drawing a deep breath. It could have been worse. He could’ve admitted it to someone like, say, Carla. Or Elliot.
But God—at least they would have probably been sympathetic. Carla would call him Bambi and Elliot would reassure him it happened to all guys, and everything would be dandy.
But Dr. Cox?
As if he doesn’t have enough reasons to make fun of me.
He lowered his hands, and drew a breath, getting determinedly to his feet. Damn it, he was a doctor. He’d go home, get some reading material, and get things back in working order. Then he’d go find Lisa and apologize, and ask her if she might not want to try their date again, and then maybe he could regain his dignity and end his dry spell.
Maybe.
He turned toward the door of the empty room, then froze, realizing with some dismay that it wasn’t empty after all.
Dr. Cox stood in the doorway, arms folded across his chest the way they often were, his face was inscrutable. JD stood for a moment, mouth flopping open like a fish, wondering if he was supposed to have done something and hadn’t, or if there was something he should be saying, but his mind was coming up blank.
Then, suddenly, Dr. Cox moved. He stepped into the room and shut the door, sliding the dead bolt lock into place before advancing on JD with a predatory look on his face. JD swallowed, backing up until he felt the lockers behind him.
“Um… Dr. Cox?”
The older man didn’t answer, nor did he pause in his advance, not until he was only inches away from JD, whose opossum-like defensive response had been to simply freeze and gape as his mentor approached.
For a long moment the two stood, staring at one another in silence. Then, slowly, Cox's gaze drifted down, until it was fixed on JD’s mouth.
“Um, Dr. C--!”
He got no further, because that was when Cox closed the distance between them, crushing his lips to JD’s, swallowing his startled yelp and any protest he might have made.
He found, however, that he had surprisingly few; Dr. Cox was a very good kisser, and it had been so long…
But wait. Wait! Dr. Cox?
When the older doctor finally broke the kiss, leaving both of them gasping, JD could only whisper “Why…?”
Cox shook his head. “Don’t say a word, Newbie,” he said. “Just don’t. Think of this as a free exam. You described a rather…intriguing symptom to me, earlier. And I wanted to see if I could treat it.”
JD whimpered, but as per Cox’s directive did not speak. He was more than a little frightened, it was true, but a part of him knew if he voiced those fears, Cox would probably stop.
It probably should have surprised him more, to discover that was the last thing JD wanted.
Cox growled in response to the whimper, moving to catch JD’s lips between his own again. He nibbled on the lower one for a moment, before forcing JD’s mouth open and shoving his tongue inside, where it explored every corner in a most delightfully thorough manner.
Up to this point, the only thing holding JD in place was the utter shock of the situation. But as Cox kissed him, the older man’s hands came up to rest, flat-palmed, on the lockers on either side of his head, and JD found himself effectively trapped. And for some reason, that was definitely turning him on. God, what is wrong with me?
Cox broke away again. “So I understand,” he said, his voice dipping into a rough imitation of the polite tone he used with patients, “that you’ve been having some…difficulties,” he emphasized the word with a quick nip at JD’s neck, “in the bedroom lately.”
“Yes,” JD whispered, unable to stop the word from escaping his gasping mouth.
Cox, however, looked pleased, eyes darkening with lust. “If you don’t mind,” he said, “I think I had better have a closer look at your… symptoms, as it were.”
JD moaned again, unable to keep his hips from rolling a little; Cox’s voice was liquid, his body radiating heat and strength, and JD found he could resist none of it.
One of the hands next to his head moved, fingers dancing lightly over his throat before stroking down the front of his shirt, making a winding, sinuous trail toward his belly, then below. “God, please,” JD gasped, his hips bucking when Dr. Cox’s fingers curled over the top of his scrubs pants.
“Hmm,” Cox said, dipping his head to nibble at the juncture of neck and shoulder. “Curious. Your symptoms seem to have resolved themselves already.” He moved his hand down, squeezing the length of JD’s erection through the thin fabric of his scrubs. “Yes, most interesting,” he whispered, though his own voice had gone slightly rough.
“God!” JD gasped, head falling back against the locker. This was so surreal, but damn it, it felt good, and Cox was squeezing him through the fabric, testing the length and girth of him, and oh.
“Everything seems to be functioning properly,” Cox said, uncurling his fingers and using the flat of his palm to rub with a steady pressure. “But I think… as a doctor… I should make sure the desired results are still achievable. Don’t you?”
“Yes, please,” JD said, voice tight with need. He grunted, hips moving in time to Cox’s strokes. “Oh.”
Cox snarled, suddenly shoving his hand down past the elastic of JD’s scrubs and boxers. JD felt himself color as Cox’s hand wrapped around him without the barrier of clothing. “You like this, don't you?”
JD found he could not get his brain to form actual words; what came out instead was an odd sort of yelp.
"You like it," Cox whispered, voice rough. “Say you like it, Newbie.”
“God, I do,” JD moaned, and oh, it was already happening, he was close, so close…
“Ask me not to stop,” Cox demanded, taking JD’s earlobe in his teeth and biting gently as his hand picked up speed.
“Please don’t,” JD choked, hips pumping a ragged, broken rhythm as the tingling began to gather in the base of his spine. “Oh, please--oh!”
He was spilling, coming harder than he could remember coming in ages, and Cox was growling, suckling at his neck, nipping and licking and marking him, because even in his orgasm-induced haze, JD could tell those were the kinds of bites that would leave marks, and oh, he was still coming in short spasms, still spilling into Cox’s hand, and oh God…
Cox gave him one last squeeze before releasing him and stepping back; JD’s knees buckled, and he slid weakly to the floor, limp and utterly sated and more than a little bewildered.
Cox stepped away, staring down at him, chest heaving, and even if JD hadn’t noticed what had been pressed against his hip while Cox stroked him, he’d have to be blind not to see it now: a long, hard bulge in Cox’s scrubs, tenting the fabric oh so slightly.
JD wasn’t sure if he was supposed to reciprocate; without at least some recovery time, he wasn’t even sure he could. But Cox simply stepped back, then turned, without warning, and walked out of the room.
JD watched him go, mouth still hanging open as he tried to sort through what had just happened. Had Cox… had he really…? This hadn’t been some fevered imagining of his, had it?
But no… JD might imagine a lot of weird things, but he’d never fantasized about Dr. Cox before, of that he was certain.
He was also certain he would be, from now on.
“Fuck,” he muttered, drawing his hands up to his face once more. As if my feelings about him weren’t confusing enough already…
Still, as he got shakily to his feet, little aftershocks of pleasure still trembling through him, he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. Sure, it wasn’t exactly the way he’d intended for it to happen, but there was no disputing his dry spell was officially over.
Now if he could just get Lisa to give him another chance…
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Date: 12 Feb 2007 08:33 (UTC)I remember this one... holy crap it's still just as funny, and I so love it.
And hot. Did I mention hot, because... hnng.
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Date: 9 Jan 2009 01:37 (UTC)no subject
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Date: 12 Feb 2007 12:55 (UTC)I love opossum like defense!
God, that was hot.
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Date: 13 Feb 2007 01:52 (UTC)This is about the umpteenth time I've read this fic, and I adore it everytime.
--Alissa
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Date: 13 Feb 2007 03:38 (UTC)no subject
Date: 25 Feb 2007 19:00 (UTC)*slurp*
I don't think doctors are supposed to be intimate with their patients in such a manner, though ... XD
Loved it!
~m
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Date: 4 May 2007 08:09 (UTC)thank you!!!!
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Date: 29 May 2007 00:33 (UTC)What I loved most was the little details that made the imagery tasty like a coma wife. For example:
"JD found he could not get his brain to form actual words; what came out instead was an odd sort of yelp."
That I appreciated, the whole yelping thing. It seems just like the sort of thing he would do.
Hot hot smut.
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Date: 2 Jan 2008 21:49 (UTC)Yes, yes, yes, I like it, I like it!
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Date: 22 Oct 2008 14:05 (UTC)