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randomweaving) wrote2007-07-28 08:23 am
randomweaving) wrote2007-07-28 08:23 am
Barbie Girl
Title: Barbie Girl
Characters: JD/Cox
Rating: R for sexual situations and JD's singing
Description: Perry overhears JD in the shower.
Author's Note: This is a one off. Enjoy!
"I'm a Barbie girl, in my Barbie world...Life in plastic, it's fantastic! You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere. Imagination life is your creation!" JD sang along to the music, his voice rising over the sound of the shower and floating back into the bedroom.
Perry paused from looking over some of the department requests, eyebrows going up and a slow grin crossing his face. Was JD...?
He was.
Perry laughed softly to himself, listening as JD alternated between singing Ken’s lower part to Barbie’s high-pitched “Oh-oh-oooohyeah!” This was just too good to pass up. He closed his laptop and set it carefully aside, walking down the hallway, then pausing just outside the bathroom door. JD was still singing (“You can touch! You can pla-aay!”), and as Perry slowly turned the knob and pushed open the door, the younger man didn’t pause, apparently oblivious.
Perry slipped in quietly, closing the door behind him so the draft didn’t give him away, then moved forward and plunked himself down on the floor, reclining, gazing up at the opaque curtains as though watching a movie.
"Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please. I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees..." JD paused, for the guy part--and to wash shampoo out of his hair and keep from getting any more water in his mouth.
Perry nodded his head a little in time to the music, fighting the urge to laugh. JD was really too much, sometimes.
"Oh, I'm having so much fun! Well, Barbie, we're just getting started. Oh, I love you, Ken..." Finally, song finished, JD reached over and turned off the waterproof radio in the shower and pulled back the curtain. "Holy shit!"
Perry finally lost it, his silent, shaking laughter finally going audible as he doubled over, clutching his sides.
JD had one hand over his heart, glaring at Perry, his face flushing even deeper than the heat of the water could've explained. "How long have you been sitting there?" he asked, finding it hard to be properly indignant when both naked and soaking wet.
Perry managed to rein in his laughter long enough to say "About the second verse. Why? Is there an encore?"
JD sputtered, and flicked water at the older man, before reaching for his towel, stepping over Perry's laughing form.
Perry reached up and goosed JD as he passed, still chuckling. "What? I think you have real potential. Although it looks like I've been calling the wrong person 'Barbie' all these years..."
"I'm sure Elliot won't mind if you stop," JD replied, nudging Perry in the ribs with one foot.
"Yeah, well, by now she knows it's a term of endearment," Perry said, settling back against the bathroom cabinet and grinning up at JD, who was beginning the process of treating his hair. "So is it just novelty pop? Or do you take requests?"
"Depends on the request," JD replied warily, warming a small amount of hair wax between his palms before mixing in a little gel and applying it with practiced ease. "Why? Do you have one?"
Perry considered. "Do you know 'Baby Got Back?'" he asked, grinning up at his lover.
"Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt!" JD raised an eyebrow and looked down at Perry, voice dropping back to its normal range. "You mean that one?"
Perry started laughing again, silently, head tipping back to hit the cabinet door as he nodded helplessly. "That'd be it," he squeaked, reaching up to wipe at his eyes.
JD shrugged. What the hell, he enjoyed making Perry laugh. "I like big butts and I cannot lie, you other brothers can't deny, when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung..."
Perry reached up and lightly slapped JD's bare ass. "Amen to that," he said, nodding approval.
"You mess up the hair, you're paying the consequences," JD said, regretting that it was impossible to hide his shivers when fully naked.
Perry grinned, noting the ideal height at which he found himself. As JD leaned over the sink, Perry moved surreptitiously, crawling beneath the counter and moving to lean back against the drawers again, JD right in front of him. Feeling rather impish, he leaned forward and gave JD's half-flaccid cock a friendly lick.
"Jesus!" JD jumped, the hair dryer falling out of his hand and bouncing on the bath mat as he glared down again.
Perry stared up at him, wide-eyed, using the look Jack so often employed when he was trying to play innocent. "Why, whatever is the matter, Newbie?"
"That look doesn't work for you, Perry," JD replied, reaching down and picking up the hair dryer. "Now is it safe for me to use this, or are you going to make me drop it on your head?"
Perry leaned back, reaching up and tapping the counter. "I'm safe," he announced. "Counter will protect me."
"So in other words, no," JD grumbled under his breath, though he was having to fight to keep a grin off his face. Fuck, his life was good.
Perry began to whistle nonchalantly, shaking his head when JD lifted an eyebrow at him, pointing to his mouth. "Otherwise occupied," he said, before resuming whistling again.
Bastard was whistling Barbie Girl, too, JD noticed, starting to lose his battle against his own grin. He turned on the hair dryer, bracing himself for Perry to pounce at any moment.
So of course he didn't.
Perry kept whistling, waiting as JD dried his hair, not actually wanting him to drop the dryer again. But when he heard the dryer go off, and heard the tell-tale sound of JD squirting the foaming mousse into his palm, he lifted his hand, never stopping his whistling (by now he'd switched to the techno song from the Pepsi commercial JD found so funny), and dragged his index finger along the underside of the now slightly harder member dangling so enticingly in front of him.
JD shivered, biting his bottom lip, but didn't react any other way. Except to spread his legs slightly further apart, planting himself more solidly.
Perry grinned, understanding the unspoken challenge of their game. Keeping his index finger gently trailing along the quickly hardening length, he brought his other hand up to tickle and stroke between JD's legs, fondling his balls and stroking behind them. All the while whistling, tapping his foot in time to the song.
JD closed his eyes, mousse forgotten in his palm for the moment, before shaking himself and again attending to his hair, trying not to move his hips to the rhythm of Perry's whistling.
Perry grinned again, finally abandoning the whistling in favor of humming, which freed his mouth up for other things. Keeping his fingers at their task, he leaned forward and licked at the tip again, dabbing his tongue out in greeting, then closing his lips over the tip and suckling a little.
And JD, finished for the moment, braced his hands on the counter and let him. "God...we're gonna be late for dinner..."
Perry grinned. "Not if I make it fast," he murmured, and abandoned teasing in favor of stroking JD quickly, sucking hard on the head, fingers moving deftly in all the ways he knew would drive JD to the edge quickly and efficiently.
"Oh fuck..." JD groaned, deeply, his breathing turning fast as his hips rolled to meet Perry's strokes and mouth. "Oh God, oh God, fuck, Perry..."
Perry took him a little deeper, fist stroking in tight, fast movements, other hand squeezing JD's balls and pressing upward with gentle pressure, feeling them tighten in response. It wouldn't be long. Not when Perry was giving him all he had. At the last moment he withdrew, letting JD teeter for a few seconds on the very edge, before surging forward and taking him deep, swallowing all around him as his tongue pulsed and swirled and his hands cupped and squeezed.
That was all it took. JD came, and came hard, spilling into Perry's mouth, crying out the other man's name over and over as he did so.
Perry swallowed him easily, steadily, releasing him only when he felt JD beginning to go limp. He pulled back and peeked out from beneath the counter. "Toldja," he said.
"Yeah, bite me," JD managed, still braced against the counter.
"Mmm. Don't tempt me, I just might," Perry told him, crawling out from beneath him and climbing to his feet. He moved up behind JD, pulling him into a hug from behind, grinning at him in the mirror. "Hair looks good."
JD leaned back against him, trying to look grumpy and failing miserably. "No thanks to you."
"Now, come on," Perry said, leaning forward to rest his chin on JD's shoulder, arms looped easily around him. "When has styling your hair ever been such a pleasurable experience? I ask you, truly."
"You've got a point there," JD admitted, turning his head to kiss Perry's cheek. "Come on, Ken, I've gotta get dressed or we'll be late to meet Midge and Derek at the dream house."
"The fact that you know those names frightens me more than I can put into words," Perry said, following obediently as JD walked out of the bathroom and toward their bedroom.
Characters: JD/Cox
Rating: R for sexual situations and JD's singing
Description: Perry overhears JD in the shower.
Author's Note: This is a one off. Enjoy!
"I'm a Barbie girl, in my Barbie world...Life in plastic, it's fantastic! You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere. Imagination life is your creation!" JD sang along to the music, his voice rising over the sound of the shower and floating back into the bedroom.
Perry paused from looking over some of the department requests, eyebrows going up and a slow grin crossing his face. Was JD...?
He was.
Perry laughed softly to himself, listening as JD alternated between singing Ken’s lower part to Barbie’s high-pitched “Oh-oh-oooohyeah!” This was just too good to pass up. He closed his laptop and set it carefully aside, walking down the hallway, then pausing just outside the bathroom door. JD was still singing (“You can touch! You can pla-aay!”), and as Perry slowly turned the knob and pushed open the door, the younger man didn’t pause, apparently oblivious.
Perry slipped in quietly, closing the door behind him so the draft didn’t give him away, then moved forward and plunked himself down on the floor, reclining, gazing up at the opaque curtains as though watching a movie.
"Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please. I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees..." JD paused, for the guy part--and to wash shampoo out of his hair and keep from getting any more water in his mouth.
Perry nodded his head a little in time to the music, fighting the urge to laugh. JD was really too much, sometimes.
"Oh, I'm having so much fun! Well, Barbie, we're just getting started. Oh, I love you, Ken..." Finally, song finished, JD reached over and turned off the waterproof radio in the shower and pulled back the curtain. "Holy shit!"
Perry finally lost it, his silent, shaking laughter finally going audible as he doubled over, clutching his sides.
JD had one hand over his heart, glaring at Perry, his face flushing even deeper than the heat of the water could've explained. "How long have you been sitting there?" he asked, finding it hard to be properly indignant when both naked and soaking wet.
Perry managed to rein in his laughter long enough to say "About the second verse. Why? Is there an encore?"
JD sputtered, and flicked water at the older man, before reaching for his towel, stepping over Perry's laughing form.
Perry reached up and goosed JD as he passed, still chuckling. "What? I think you have real potential. Although it looks like I've been calling the wrong person 'Barbie' all these years..."
"I'm sure Elliot won't mind if you stop," JD replied, nudging Perry in the ribs with one foot.
"Yeah, well, by now she knows it's a term of endearment," Perry said, settling back against the bathroom cabinet and grinning up at JD, who was beginning the process of treating his hair. "So is it just novelty pop? Or do you take requests?"
"Depends on the request," JD replied warily, warming a small amount of hair wax between his palms before mixing in a little gel and applying it with practiced ease. "Why? Do you have one?"
Perry considered. "Do you know 'Baby Got Back?'" he asked, grinning up at his lover.
"Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt!" JD raised an eyebrow and looked down at Perry, voice dropping back to its normal range. "You mean that one?"
Perry started laughing again, silently, head tipping back to hit the cabinet door as he nodded helplessly. "That'd be it," he squeaked, reaching up to wipe at his eyes.
JD shrugged. What the hell, he enjoyed making Perry laugh. "I like big butts and I cannot lie, you other brothers can't deny, when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung..."
Perry reached up and lightly slapped JD's bare ass. "Amen to that," he said, nodding approval.
"You mess up the hair, you're paying the consequences," JD said, regretting that it was impossible to hide his shivers when fully naked.
Perry grinned, noting the ideal height at which he found himself. As JD leaned over the sink, Perry moved surreptitiously, crawling beneath the counter and moving to lean back against the drawers again, JD right in front of him. Feeling rather impish, he leaned forward and gave JD's half-flaccid cock a friendly lick.
"Jesus!" JD jumped, the hair dryer falling out of his hand and bouncing on the bath mat as he glared down again.
Perry stared up at him, wide-eyed, using the look Jack so often employed when he was trying to play innocent. "Why, whatever is the matter, Newbie?"
"That look doesn't work for you, Perry," JD replied, reaching down and picking up the hair dryer. "Now is it safe for me to use this, or are you going to make me drop it on your head?"
Perry leaned back, reaching up and tapping the counter. "I'm safe," he announced. "Counter will protect me."
"So in other words, no," JD grumbled under his breath, though he was having to fight to keep a grin off his face. Fuck, his life was good.
Perry began to whistle nonchalantly, shaking his head when JD lifted an eyebrow at him, pointing to his mouth. "Otherwise occupied," he said, before resuming whistling again.
Bastard was whistling Barbie Girl, too, JD noticed, starting to lose his battle against his own grin. He turned on the hair dryer, bracing himself for Perry to pounce at any moment.
So of course he didn't.
Perry kept whistling, waiting as JD dried his hair, not actually wanting him to drop the dryer again. But when he heard the dryer go off, and heard the tell-tale sound of JD squirting the foaming mousse into his palm, he lifted his hand, never stopping his whistling (by now he'd switched to the techno song from the Pepsi commercial JD found so funny), and dragged his index finger along the underside of the now slightly harder member dangling so enticingly in front of him.
JD shivered, biting his bottom lip, but didn't react any other way. Except to spread his legs slightly further apart, planting himself more solidly.
Perry grinned, understanding the unspoken challenge of their game. Keeping his index finger gently trailing along the quickly hardening length, he brought his other hand up to tickle and stroke between JD's legs, fondling his balls and stroking behind them. All the while whistling, tapping his foot in time to the song.
JD closed his eyes, mousse forgotten in his palm for the moment, before shaking himself and again attending to his hair, trying not to move his hips to the rhythm of Perry's whistling.
Perry grinned again, finally abandoning the whistling in favor of humming, which freed his mouth up for other things. Keeping his fingers at their task, he leaned forward and licked at the tip again, dabbing his tongue out in greeting, then closing his lips over the tip and suckling a little.
And JD, finished for the moment, braced his hands on the counter and let him. "God...we're gonna be late for dinner..."
Perry grinned. "Not if I make it fast," he murmured, and abandoned teasing in favor of stroking JD quickly, sucking hard on the head, fingers moving deftly in all the ways he knew would drive JD to the edge quickly and efficiently.
"Oh fuck..." JD groaned, deeply, his breathing turning fast as his hips rolled to meet Perry's strokes and mouth. "Oh God, oh God, fuck, Perry..."
Perry took him a little deeper, fist stroking in tight, fast movements, other hand squeezing JD's balls and pressing upward with gentle pressure, feeling them tighten in response. It wouldn't be long. Not when Perry was giving him all he had. At the last moment he withdrew, letting JD teeter for a few seconds on the very edge, before surging forward and taking him deep, swallowing all around him as his tongue pulsed and swirled and his hands cupped and squeezed.
That was all it took. JD came, and came hard, spilling into Perry's mouth, crying out the other man's name over and over as he did so.
Perry swallowed him easily, steadily, releasing him only when he felt JD beginning to go limp. He pulled back and peeked out from beneath the counter. "Toldja," he said.
"Yeah, bite me," JD managed, still braced against the counter.
"Mmm. Don't tempt me, I just might," Perry told him, crawling out from beneath him and climbing to his feet. He moved up behind JD, pulling him into a hug from behind, grinning at him in the mirror. "Hair looks good."
JD leaned back against him, trying to look grumpy and failing miserably. "No thanks to you."
"Now, come on," Perry said, leaning forward to rest his chin on JD's shoulder, arms looped easily around him. "When has styling your hair ever been such a pleasurable experience? I ask you, truly."
"You've got a point there," JD admitted, turning his head to kiss Perry's cheek. "Come on, Ken, I've gotta get dressed or we'll be late to meet Midge and Derek at the dream house."
"The fact that you know those names frightens me more than I can put into words," Perry said, following obediently as JD walked out of the bathroom and toward their bedroom.
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