2 JD/Cox Drabbles. Slashy McPlashy.
Well, I was inspired yesterday, and wrote these, and now here they are and I think they are actually somewhat decent. Eh.
My "beta" is my wonderful friend Carly, who read them, said they seemed super duper , and then stopped there.
One: Birthdays Are Just Super.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Nada
Summary: It's Perry's birthday.
Pairing: JD/Cox
Many, many things had gone wrong today.
First, Perry woke up, got dressed, and then realized he was not only off today, but it was his birthday.
Then, no one wished him one. It wasn’t like birthdays mattered anyway, but still…
After two scotches and a medium pizza, the doorbell rang, and he sprinted over to answer it.
It was Newbie, grinning, with a box wrapped in gaudy gold paper, and a six-pack. Perry frowned, nodded him in, and took the box. Then the beer.
After three bottles, two hours, and one sloppy kiss, Perry decided birthdays weren’t all bad.
Two:Rhythmic
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings?: Nothing
Summary: The Progression of a relationship
Pairing: JD/Cox
Nibble, suck, lick. It was some kind of rhythmic pattern for them now. Hidden in the mangy supply cabinet, their own personal closet, they only had a few minutes a day for that sweet release.
Bite, kiss, moan. It progressed to their apartments; their beds. This odd sort of intoxication that came from being with someone so wrong for you was cliché and addicting. And fantastic.
Smile, laugh, talk. They began to express themselves in words; words that didn’t start a world war. They were in so deep, and it was just so perfect.
Love, live, forever. They were happy.
My "beta" is my wonderful friend Carly, who read them, said they seemed super duper , and then stopped there.
One: Birthdays Are Just Super.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Nada
Summary: It's Perry's birthday.
Pairing: JD/Cox
Many, many things had gone wrong today.
First, Perry woke up, got dressed, and then realized he was not only off today, but it was his birthday.
Then, no one wished him one. It wasn’t like birthdays mattered anyway, but still…
After two scotches and a medium pizza, the doorbell rang, and he sprinted over to answer it.
It was Newbie, grinning, with a box wrapped in gaudy gold paper, and a six-pack. Perry frowned, nodded him in, and took the box. Then the beer.
After three bottles, two hours, and one sloppy kiss, Perry decided birthdays weren’t all bad.
Two:Rhythmic
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings?: Nothing
Summary: The Progression of a relationship
Pairing: JD/Cox
Nibble, suck, lick. It was some kind of rhythmic pattern for them now. Hidden in the mangy supply cabinet, their own personal closet, they only had a few minutes a day for that sweet release.
Bite, kiss, moan. It progressed to their apartments; their beds. This odd sort of intoxication that came from being with someone so wrong for you was cliché and addicting. And fantastic.
Smile, laugh, talk. They began to express themselves in words; words that didn’t start a world war. They were in so deep, and it was just so perfect.
Love, live, forever. They were happy.