Fic: Can I Interest You In Hannukkah? (2/2)
Title: Can I Interest You In Hannukkah?
Chapter: 2/2
Author: nighthawkms
Genre: Holiday, Slash, Humor
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Explicit Sexual Content (Chapter 2 Only), Obscenities
Pairing:(s) JD/Cox, established Carla/Turk
Summary: JD invites Dr. Cox to the Hanukkah Party he's having.
Disclaimer: Scrubs is the property of Bill Lawrence and I guess ABC network nowadays. I don't own it, I'm just playing in the 'verse!
Notes: Yaay Chapter 2! Yaay Porn! Merry Christmas mostepotente M'dear =D
“Woohoo! Gimel!”
Perry watches as JD lurches forward and wraps his hands around the large chocolate pile in the middle of the table, dragging it over to his side. He looks down at his own pathetic pile of four gelt coins and mutters a curse.
“Maybe I should convert,” Perry says, taking one of the coins and flipping it in his hand. “Carla was right; the dreidel knows you’re the only true Jew in this room.”
Turk, Carla, and Elliot aren’t fairing too much better in the gelt department. Carla is on her last coin, and Turk and Elliot are both staring sadly at JD’s large pile. “JD, you’re gonna share afterwards, right?” Elliot asks imploringly. “It would kinda suck the fun out if you didn’t.”
JD grins at them. “Of course I will. But only if you ask very nicely.”
“You haven’t won yet, Newbie,” Perry says. “Carla, you’re up.”
Carla spins, and groans. “Shin,” she says, dropping her last coin into the middle of the table. “I’m out. Now it’s just you two.”
Perry smirks at JD and takes the dreidel, blowing on it for good luck and spinning. Unfortunately, it comes up Nun, and he tosses the dreidel to JD, frowning. “Show us more of your luck, Newbie,” he says.
They keep spinning for a few rounds, ending up with Perry’s last four coins in the pile, as well as a small amount of JD’s. “C’mon Dr. Cox,” JD taunts when he holds the dreidel out to Perry again. “I thought you said I was going down?”
Perry growls and lunges his hand out, grabbing JD’s wrist and squeezing it hard, garnering satisfaction from the whimper of pain it draws out of the other man. “Want to press your luck?” Perry asks.
He’s surprised when JD grins back at him. “I always do; what’s so different about now?” The lip-licking and the visible gulp that JD takes after the statement, however, don’t escape Perry’s notice.
Perry releases JD’s wrist and takes the dreidel from the other man’s hand, then thrusts his own hand practically under JD’s chin. “If you’re so confident about your luck, why don’t you give these a little blow and see if it transfers?”
Something’s going on. He doesn’t know what, but damn it, he can feel it. He gets more of a clue to it when JD bend his head, looking up through his giant lashes at Perry (Christ, does the kid use mascara?) and blows a gust of air against the dreidel; lips coming way too close for comfort to the skin of Perry’s hand. And now Perry’s the one gulping.
He pulls his hand back quickly, hearing Elliot cough loudly; probably in an attempt to break the uncomfortable silence that’s just spread. “Right then,” Perry said, giving the dreidel a spin.
It lands on Gimel. “Looks like you win this one, Dr. Cox,” JD says, leaning back against the couch with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I’m still beating you though!”
“I guess I’ll just have to keep using your blowing skills until I win,” says Perry, smirking widely as JD blushes.
“So who’s up for presents!” Turk yelps loudly, drawing a confused stare from his wife.
Elliot jumps up a second after, nodding emphatically at him. “Just what I was thinking!” She dashes out and returns a moment later, carrying as many presents as she can seem to fit in her arms.
Perry picks up his gelt and pops a piece into his mouth as presents start to be doled out. He’s surprised when one lands in his lap, sitting up and staring at it in confusion for a moment before reading the tag.
“Newbie, why would you get me a present for an event you didn’t think I would be at?”
“Oh, no,” JD says, waving his hands in some kind of spastic motion, “that’s your Christmas present; I just didn’t want you to feel completely left out…”
“Hrm, I guess the Santa wrapping paper makes more sense now. And would you stop giving me that worried look?” Perry says, smirking at him. “I’m not gonna beat you to death for giving me a present; at least, as long as it’s not something horribly cute or disturbing, which in retrospect, it has a pretty good chance of being since it comes from you, so don’t go anywhere in case I do need to kill you.”
“Oh would you just shut up and open it already?” Carla barks from across the room, trying on the cute winter hat that Elliot got her. The impact she’s trying to make is kind of lost though; overpowered by the bright blue fuzzy cap with snowflakes all over it that she’s wearing.
Perry tears off the wrapping paper of his present to find two DVDs; the first Dirty Harry movie and The Sting. “I thought I heard you mention you like those,” JD mutters, looking at him in a way that screams ‘please-tell-me-you-like-them!’ “I can return them if you-”
“They’re fine, Newbie,” Perry says, still slightly surprised that JD remembered him ever mentioning those things; of course, this was JD, who remembers damn near everything he says, whether Perry wants him to or not… “Thank you.”
“Welcome.” JD ducks his head in a nod, getting hit in the head with a piece of gelt a second later by Turk. A gelt fight ensues, drawing attention away from Perry, who’s content to sit back in the stuffed chair he’s in and catch gelt pieces that fly his way.
“Those two are such children,” Carla mutters, leaning against the arm of his chair and watching JD and Turk battle it out. Elliot shouts out her scorekeeping.
“And you’re married to one of them,” Perry says, smirking up at her. “What a shame; although I am on the market now…”
“Please, Perry; you’ve got your eyes on the other one of that pair, don’t try to pretend otherwise.”
“I think you’ve gone mad.”
“And I think you’re channeling your sexual frustration through a dreidel,” Carla says without missing a beat. “Just try to keep it down when you give him his Hanukkah present later tonight.”
“What are you talking about?” Perry is practically gaping at her, but unfortunately the gelt fight ends and he doesn’t want their conversation being continued with the other three members of the party. “Whatever; what’s next on the list for this holiday? I hope it involves alcohol and more of your food, Carla.”
In fact, Perry is right about this, as they return to the dinner table for a Carla-baked bundt cake, which just so happens to go perfectly with the bottle of wine Perry bought. He’s starting to get antsy though; the last time he looked out the window, it was still snowing hard, and there had to be at least a half a foot on the ground already.
Elliot seems to be getting anxious too. “I’m gonna split,” she says after they finish the cake. “I’m glad I put on my boots; walking home in this is gonna be a pain.”
“Sure you don’t want to stay here overnight?” JD offers. “We’ve got the couch.”
“Nah,” Elliot says, and for some reason she glances over to Perry for a moment before looking back at JD. “I’ll make it okay. Besides, I think someone else might need the couch.”
“Unfortunately, Barbie’s right,” Perry says, sighing. “I think if I tried to drive home now I’d make it half a block before skidding into a tree or a telephone pole.”
“That’s no problem,” Carla says. “Although the couch is a little lumpy.”
“As long as I don’t wake up with my back thrown out, I’ll be fine.”
“Don’t bet on it,” says Turk. “You might be better off just taking the floor.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
They clear up the table, and send Elliot off. “Don’t freeze to death out there, Barbie,” Perry calls after her. “I don’t want to listen to Newbie’s wails of grief over you for the next year.”
“Hey, I wouldn’t wail in grief!”
“You would be a puddle of emotional soup and beg to slobber all over my shoulder and pour out your feelings to me. I already have a hard enough time not strangling you as it is.”
“It’s okay, JD,” Elliot calls out from where she’s waiting for the elevator. “It’s just his twisted way of telling me to be careful and that he doesn’t want me getting hurt.” She steps onto the elevator before Perry can respond, and it slides shut with a ding.
They go back inside the apartment. Turk and JD search for gelt pieces that they might’ve missed so the chocolate doesn’t melt all over the floor or get squished; meanwhile, Carla finishes cleaning up the dishes, and Perry collects all the wrapping paper and tosses it in the garbage.
“Bedtime,” Carla says when she’s finished, yawning. “Bambi, you can get Perry some sheets for the couch, right?”
JD nods to her as Turk walks past him, patting his back. “’Course JD can, baby,” he says, smiling at his wife. “Come on, let’s get some sleep. Night, JD; night Dr. Cox.”
Perry merely nods at him, and then mouths ‘join me on the couch?’ to Carla as she passes. She grins at him and smacks him on the arm, following her husband into their bedroom and shutting the door behind them.
Perry turns to see JD walking away from him, motioning with a hand for him to follow. “Got some sheets in my room,” he says. “You prefer one or two pillows?”
He follows JD into the bedroom, leaning against the wall. “One’s fine.” JD moves around the room, pulling off his shirt and tossing it in a hamper before kneeling in front of a set of drawers and opening the bottom one. Perry watches quietly from the doorframe, mulling over Carla’s words.
Finally he speaks. “So Carla thinks I owe you a Hanukkah present.”
“You don’t have to get me one; I told you,” JD says, pulling sheets out from the drawer. “You didn’t know you were com-”
“Do you want a Hanukkah present, Newbie?” Perry asks, stepping closer towards JD, feeling his heart speeding up and cursing the nervousness he’s suddenly feeling. He reaches out behind himself, grabbing the open door edge and swinging it back, hearing it click shut.
JD finally looks up at Perry when he hears the sound of the door shutting. He freezes; halfway through pulling a sheet out of the drawer, as Perry squats down next to him. “W-what did you have in mind?” JD mutters, looking half-confused and half-terrified.
Perry reaches out, cursing Carla’s acute ability to sense what he’s feeling, and brushes a stray strand of hair out of JD’s face. “I’ve got a few things in mind.” JD’s eyes slide shut, and he shivers. “Well, Newbie?” Perry asks. “It’s up to you. Would you like one or not?”
This is JD’s last chance to back out; last chance for them to both walk away and pretend that nothing is happening… But he opens his eyes back up and nods slowly. Perry wastes no time. He grabs JD by the waist and pushes him against the floor, kissing him hard.
JD groans loudly; too loudly, damn it; if he’s this loud from a kiss then Carla and Turk will easily hear them. “Keep it quiet,” Perry mutters as JD’s arms come up around his back to pull him down for another kiss. Perry comes back up after another moment, breathing harder and nodding towards the door. “They’ll hear us.”
“They’re probably up to something too,” JD says, grinning cheekily up at him. “Can you hear them?”
Perry pauses for a moment, lifts his head, and can distinctly hear… not one damn thing coming from outside the door. “There’s pretty good soundproofing in this apartment,” JD says, hands sliding down towards Perry’s belt. “We can’t scream bloody murder but we’ll be okay.”
Perry thinks about this and then nods, swatting JD’s hand away from his belt. “Bed,” he says, tugging JD up with him as he stands, then immediately let himself fall back against the bed, landing on top of it with an “Oof!”
“So you don’t really want to choke me to death?” JD asks, straddling Perry and tugging his shirt up.
“Oh, I’ll be choking something,” Perry says, smirking and letting JD pull off his shirt. There’s a quick battle of bodies and mouths, ending when Perry reverses their positions and pins JD’s wrists to the bed. “Stay, Newbie,” he says, opening the nightstand drawer next to the bed. “You keep any condoms in here for the men to deflower your maidenhead with?”
JD rolls his eyes but points at the wallet on top of the nightstand. “Think I’ve got one left in there.” He mutters. “Make sure it’s not too old.”
“Haven’t gotten any in a while, have you Newbie?” Perry asks, rummaging through the wallet. When he gets no response, he looks back and sees JD looking off to the side, red creeping up the sides of his cheeks. “Guess not. Don’t worry; I’ll make up for it.” He finally finds the condom buried between two credit cards, and after checking the expiration date, tosses it unopened next to JD on the bed. “I’ll get to that when I need it.”
One hand slides behind JD’s head, and he draws it up to meet JD in a softer, less intense kiss as Perry’s other hand slides down and under JD’s belt. He smirks, satisfied, when his hand cups JD’s groin and presses down, eliciting a moan from the man underneath him. “F-fuck, Perry,” JD gasps, and Perry almost lets himself either make a joke (“Yes, I will be doing that to you, just be a little damn patient”) or scold JD (“When did the pretense of sex make you think that you were allowed to use my first name, Newbie?”), but then JD pushes his hips up and grinds himself hard against Perry’s waist, and he doesn’t care about that anymore; all he cares about is how damn good that feels.
“Shit, these need to come off,” Perry growls, feeling his cock bulging through his jeans. He reaches down to unzip them, but JD is quicker, hands deftly popping the button open and sliding inside, slipping under Perry’s boxers to grasp his cock in both hands, squeezing. “Shit!” Perry moans louder, a wave of intense pleasure hitting him and he struggles to stay upright.
“Feel good?” JD asks, looking up at him. His expression actually seems curious, for Christ’s sake, as if Perry’s reaction wasn’t already enough proof.
“What do you think,” Perry grunts, dropping his head to JD’s neck and sucking on a pulse point, forcing a whimper out of the other man’s throat. “Hands off the merchandise for a second.” JD releases him and Perry kicks his pants off, boxers still stubbornly staying on his hips. He’ll deal with them in a moment. “Fuck, you’re still way overdressed, Newbie,” Perry says, and JD grins cheekily at him, raising his hips up in the air slightly. Perry undoes the button on JD’s jeans, then slides the zipper down tantalizingly slowly, pleased when he elicits another whimper from his Newbie.
“God, how does a zipper sound so fucking sexy,” JD moans, and Perry laugh as he helps JD shimmy out of his pants. The boxers come off too, and Perry finally gets his own off, tossing them to the side where he’ll hopefully find them tomorrow.
And all of a sudden they’re both naked for the first time. Everything about this is a first time, Perry thinks to himself, glancing JD up and down and enjoying the view. JD gives him the same once-over, smiling up at him with a hint of nervousness in his expression once he’s finished.
“Haveyoueverdonethiswithanotherdudebefore?” JD blurts out suddenly, covering his mouth immediately afterwards. “Sorry,” he mutters through his fingers. “I’m a little nervous.”
Perry just smiles and leans down, kissing him in what he hopes is a reassuring gesture. “It’s okay,” he mutters, “and yes, I have. Have you?”
“Mhmmm,” JD sighs as Perry trails a hand down his chest, coming teasingly close to the edge of his cock. The answer surprises Perry a little; but then again, this is Newbie, he supposes it’s not completely unexpected. “Don’t wanna sound cliché, but back in college…”
“You brought all the boys to your yard with your milkshake, didn’t you, Newbie?” JD laughs at his comment, and Perry’s glad to see that he seems to be relaxing. He hopes JD will stay relaxed for the next part.
Reaching down, he slides JD’s legs up so his feet rest flat on the bed, knees bent in the air. “You know what to do then,” Perry says. “Just stay calm and don’t clench up.”
JD nods at him and closes his eyes, gasping out when Perry pushes a finger inside of him. “H-harder to do then I remember,” JD says, sucking in a deep breath of air and letting it out slowly. Perry feels the muscles relaxing around the finger, and slowly presses another finger in. This time JD seems more prepared, breathing more steadily as Perry does so. JD’s fists clench and unclench on the bed; Perry has a momentary urge to clasp one of them with his free hand, but scolds himself; he doesn’t need to hold Newbie’s hand for this whole encounter, and besides, he needs the free arm to support JD’s legs.
He pushes a third finger in a bit too quickly, starting to get urgent, and JD lets out a soft yelp when he does so. “Sorry,” Perry mutters, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against JD’s stomach. “Still okay for me to keep going?”
JD nods and opens his eyes, lifting his head to look up at Perry. “You just surprised me. Don’t worry. I trust you.”
The words send a jolt down Perry’s spine. He’s not sure JD should be trusting him, considering he’s still not sure if this whole thing is a good idea or not…
Perry slides his fingers out and reaches down, picking up the condom wrapper and tearing it open. JD watches with wide eyes as Perry rolls the condom over his prick, making sure it’s secure. Then he spreads JD’s legs a bit wider and positions his cock against JD’s entrance.
“You ready?” Perry asks. JD gives him a quick nod. Perry thrusts in.
“HolyfuckingSHIT!” JD’s gone rigid for a moment, and there’s a split second where Perry worries that he’s moved too quickly, but then JD jerks his head up, eyes needy and demanding, and groans at him. “Oh god, please keep going.”
He starts a steady rhythm of movement as the bed creaks under them. JD’s so damn clenched; Perry can’t tell whether it’s out of the younger man’s control or he’s doing it on purpose; whatever the case it feels amazing.
“Fuck,” Perry pants, leaning his body forward and hitting a deeper angle in his thrusts. JD’s face is contorted in something akin to ecstasy; his fingers are clenched in a death grip to the blankets.
“Ohsogood yes yes keep going faster- ah!” JD’s back curves into an arch that seems almost acrobatic; his lips are parted and Perry has a powerful urge to kiss JD; but that’s a little bit too much of a flexibility feat for either of them; besides, given the choice between continuing this or pulling out for a lip lock, there’s no question as to what he’s picking.
Perry grips JD’s waist and holds it down firmly so he can thrust deeper, with more control. JD doesn’t seem to be objecting; he’s a writhing mess of babbling ecstasy at this point, and damn if Perry doesn’t like this image of him; he’ll probably be storing this away in the back of his mind to pull out in the future. JD looks… relaxed for once (well, as relaxed as someone can look when they’re getting their brains screwed out); he’s putty in Perry’s hands instead of the wound up ball of energy he usually is.
Panting hard now, Perry struggles to stay upright as another wave of pleasure runs through his system. He watches JD slide a shaky hand down to pump the shaft of his own cock, and a spur of the moment decision has him moving a hand to cover JD’s, forcing the other man to pump slowly and harshly.
JD’s making progressively louder noises, and Perry never thought any noise from Newbie’s mouth would be appealing to him, but damn if it’s not turning him on even more. Suddenly, JD’s hands lunge up to grab Perry’s shoulders, and the expression he’s wearing tells Perry he’s close, very close…
“P-please,” JD whimpers, staring hard at Perry; the words come out with such desperation that they hit Perry like a thunderbolt; he bites down on his lip hard to prevent himself from screaming as his body spasms involuntarily and he comes.
JD looks bewildered for a moment before arching one final time, keening as he comes and shoots his load in a splatter against Perry’s chest. Perry has enough time to pull out of JD before his arms’ muscle strength gives out and he collapses on top of JD, panting for air.
“F-fuck.” Perry glances up to see JD staring up at the ceiling. “We just- we just did that.” He looks more surprised than anything else, and now one of those patented idiotic grins is starting to appear on his face.
Perry smirks and rolls off of JD, sliding up to meet him face-to-face. “Yeah, Newbie; I just blew your mind. Guess you liked your Hanukkah present then?”
JD’s grin gets even damn wider. “Hell yes. Best Hanukkah present ever; though don’t tell Turk I said that ‘cause then he’ll be pissed and remind me about the Sanford and Son DVD collection he got me one year.”
“Ghani’s crazy if he thinks his stupid little DVD set can meet my level of ‘sex awesomeness.’”
“Well it was a pretty sweet collection…”
“Newbie…”
“Hehe, I’m just joking with you, Dr. C-”
“Ho-kay, rule number one, you do nawt call me Dr. Cox after we just had sex.” He sighs and waves a hand, conceding. “You may call me Perry; not Percival or any other cutsie little nickname you can come up with.”
JD nods and after a moment, slides towards him, arm draping over Perry’s chest and head leaning against Perry’s shoulder. Perry’s a bit surprised that Newbie would attempt the action, but is more surprised to find that… well, he doesn’t mind it. His arm comes up to rest around JD’s shoulder, and he hears JD let out a happy sigh.
“You know, you’re also going to owe me a Christmas present…”
“Relax, Newbie,” Perry grunts, smirking. “I’ll give you one. And a New Year’s present, and an Epiphany present, and an MLK Day present, and any other damn holiday on the calendar if you’d like to keep getting them.”
“I would definitely be up for that.”
“Happy Holidays, Newbie.”
“You too, Perry.”
But I hope that you enjoy 'em on behalf of all of the goyim.
Be sure to tell the Pontiff, my people say Good Yontif.
That's exactly what I'll do!
Happy holidays, you too!
X-Posted to scrubsfic and jd_cox
Chapter: 2/2
Author: nighthawkms
Genre: Holiday, Slash, Humor
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Explicit Sexual Content (Chapter 2 Only), Obscenities
Pairing:(s) JD/Cox, established Carla/Turk
Summary: JD invites Dr. Cox to the Hanukkah Party he's having.
Disclaimer: Scrubs is the property of Bill Lawrence and I guess ABC network nowadays. I don't own it, I'm just playing in the 'verse!
Notes: Yaay Chapter 2! Yaay Porn! Merry Christmas mostepotente M'dear =D
“Woohoo! Gimel!”
Perry watches as JD lurches forward and wraps his hands around the large chocolate pile in the middle of the table, dragging it over to his side. He looks down at his own pathetic pile of four gelt coins and mutters a curse.
“Maybe I should convert,” Perry says, taking one of the coins and flipping it in his hand. “Carla was right; the dreidel knows you’re the only true Jew in this room.”
Turk, Carla, and Elliot aren’t fairing too much better in the gelt department. Carla is on her last coin, and Turk and Elliot are both staring sadly at JD’s large pile. “JD, you’re gonna share afterwards, right?” Elliot asks imploringly. “It would kinda suck the fun out if you didn’t.”
JD grins at them. “Of course I will. But only if you ask very nicely.”
“You haven’t won yet, Newbie,” Perry says. “Carla, you’re up.”
Carla spins, and groans. “Shin,” she says, dropping her last coin into the middle of the table. “I’m out. Now it’s just you two.”
Perry smirks at JD and takes the dreidel, blowing on it for good luck and spinning. Unfortunately, it comes up Nun, and he tosses the dreidel to JD, frowning. “Show us more of your luck, Newbie,” he says.
They keep spinning for a few rounds, ending up with Perry’s last four coins in the pile, as well as a small amount of JD’s. “C’mon Dr. Cox,” JD taunts when he holds the dreidel out to Perry again. “I thought you said I was going down?”
Perry growls and lunges his hand out, grabbing JD’s wrist and squeezing it hard, garnering satisfaction from the whimper of pain it draws out of the other man. “Want to press your luck?” Perry asks.
He’s surprised when JD grins back at him. “I always do; what’s so different about now?” The lip-licking and the visible gulp that JD takes after the statement, however, don’t escape Perry’s notice.
Perry releases JD’s wrist and takes the dreidel from the other man’s hand, then thrusts his own hand practically under JD’s chin. “If you’re so confident about your luck, why don’t you give these a little blow and see if it transfers?”
Something’s going on. He doesn’t know what, but damn it, he can feel it. He gets more of a clue to it when JD bend his head, looking up through his giant lashes at Perry (Christ, does the kid use mascara?) and blows a gust of air against the dreidel; lips coming way too close for comfort to the skin of Perry’s hand. And now Perry’s the one gulping.
He pulls his hand back quickly, hearing Elliot cough loudly; probably in an attempt to break the uncomfortable silence that’s just spread. “Right then,” Perry said, giving the dreidel a spin.
It lands on Gimel. “Looks like you win this one, Dr. Cox,” JD says, leaning back against the couch with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I’m still beating you though!”
“I guess I’ll just have to keep using your blowing skills until I win,” says Perry, smirking widely as JD blushes.
“So who’s up for presents!” Turk yelps loudly, drawing a confused stare from his wife.
Elliot jumps up a second after, nodding emphatically at him. “Just what I was thinking!” She dashes out and returns a moment later, carrying as many presents as she can seem to fit in her arms.
Perry picks up his gelt and pops a piece into his mouth as presents start to be doled out. He’s surprised when one lands in his lap, sitting up and staring at it in confusion for a moment before reading the tag.
“Newbie, why would you get me a present for an event you didn’t think I would be at?”
“Oh, no,” JD says, waving his hands in some kind of spastic motion, “that’s your Christmas present; I just didn’t want you to feel completely left out…”
“Hrm, I guess the Santa wrapping paper makes more sense now. And would you stop giving me that worried look?” Perry says, smirking at him. “I’m not gonna beat you to death for giving me a present; at least, as long as it’s not something horribly cute or disturbing, which in retrospect, it has a pretty good chance of being since it comes from you, so don’t go anywhere in case I do need to kill you.”
“Oh would you just shut up and open it already?” Carla barks from across the room, trying on the cute winter hat that Elliot got her. The impact she’s trying to make is kind of lost though; overpowered by the bright blue fuzzy cap with snowflakes all over it that she’s wearing.
Perry tears off the wrapping paper of his present to find two DVDs; the first Dirty Harry movie and The Sting. “I thought I heard you mention you like those,” JD mutters, looking at him in a way that screams ‘please-tell-me-you-like-them!’ “I can return them if you-”
“They’re fine, Newbie,” Perry says, still slightly surprised that JD remembered him ever mentioning those things; of course, this was JD, who remembers damn near everything he says, whether Perry wants him to or not… “Thank you.”
“Welcome.” JD ducks his head in a nod, getting hit in the head with a piece of gelt a second later by Turk. A gelt fight ensues, drawing attention away from Perry, who’s content to sit back in the stuffed chair he’s in and catch gelt pieces that fly his way.
“Those two are such children,” Carla mutters, leaning against the arm of his chair and watching JD and Turk battle it out. Elliot shouts out her scorekeeping.
“And you’re married to one of them,” Perry says, smirking up at her. “What a shame; although I am on the market now…”
“Please, Perry; you’ve got your eyes on the other one of that pair, don’t try to pretend otherwise.”
“I think you’ve gone mad.”
“And I think you’re channeling your sexual frustration through a dreidel,” Carla says without missing a beat. “Just try to keep it down when you give him his Hanukkah present later tonight.”
“What are you talking about?” Perry is practically gaping at her, but unfortunately the gelt fight ends and he doesn’t want their conversation being continued with the other three members of the party. “Whatever; what’s next on the list for this holiday? I hope it involves alcohol and more of your food, Carla.”
In fact, Perry is right about this, as they return to the dinner table for a Carla-baked bundt cake, which just so happens to go perfectly with the bottle of wine Perry bought. He’s starting to get antsy though; the last time he looked out the window, it was still snowing hard, and there had to be at least a half a foot on the ground already.
Elliot seems to be getting anxious too. “I’m gonna split,” she says after they finish the cake. “I’m glad I put on my boots; walking home in this is gonna be a pain.”
“Sure you don’t want to stay here overnight?” JD offers. “We’ve got the couch.”
“Nah,” Elliot says, and for some reason she glances over to Perry for a moment before looking back at JD. “I’ll make it okay. Besides, I think someone else might need the couch.”
“Unfortunately, Barbie’s right,” Perry says, sighing. “I think if I tried to drive home now I’d make it half a block before skidding into a tree or a telephone pole.”
“That’s no problem,” Carla says. “Although the couch is a little lumpy.”
“As long as I don’t wake up with my back thrown out, I’ll be fine.”
“Don’t bet on it,” says Turk. “You might be better off just taking the floor.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
They clear up the table, and send Elliot off. “Don’t freeze to death out there, Barbie,” Perry calls after her. “I don’t want to listen to Newbie’s wails of grief over you for the next year.”
“Hey, I wouldn’t wail in grief!”
“You would be a puddle of emotional soup and beg to slobber all over my shoulder and pour out your feelings to me. I already have a hard enough time not strangling you as it is.”
“It’s okay, JD,” Elliot calls out from where she’s waiting for the elevator. “It’s just his twisted way of telling me to be careful and that he doesn’t want me getting hurt.” She steps onto the elevator before Perry can respond, and it slides shut with a ding.
They go back inside the apartment. Turk and JD search for gelt pieces that they might’ve missed so the chocolate doesn’t melt all over the floor or get squished; meanwhile, Carla finishes cleaning up the dishes, and Perry collects all the wrapping paper and tosses it in the garbage.
“Bedtime,” Carla says when she’s finished, yawning. “Bambi, you can get Perry some sheets for the couch, right?”
JD nods to her as Turk walks past him, patting his back. “’Course JD can, baby,” he says, smiling at his wife. “Come on, let’s get some sleep. Night, JD; night Dr. Cox.”
Perry merely nods at him, and then mouths ‘join me on the couch?’ to Carla as she passes. She grins at him and smacks him on the arm, following her husband into their bedroom and shutting the door behind them.
Perry turns to see JD walking away from him, motioning with a hand for him to follow. “Got some sheets in my room,” he says. “You prefer one or two pillows?”
He follows JD into the bedroom, leaning against the wall. “One’s fine.” JD moves around the room, pulling off his shirt and tossing it in a hamper before kneeling in front of a set of drawers and opening the bottom one. Perry watches quietly from the doorframe, mulling over Carla’s words.
Finally he speaks. “So Carla thinks I owe you a Hanukkah present.”
“You don’t have to get me one; I told you,” JD says, pulling sheets out from the drawer. “You didn’t know you were com-”
“Do you want a Hanukkah present, Newbie?” Perry asks, stepping closer towards JD, feeling his heart speeding up and cursing the nervousness he’s suddenly feeling. He reaches out behind himself, grabbing the open door edge and swinging it back, hearing it click shut.
JD finally looks up at Perry when he hears the sound of the door shutting. He freezes; halfway through pulling a sheet out of the drawer, as Perry squats down next to him. “W-what did you have in mind?” JD mutters, looking half-confused and half-terrified.
Perry reaches out, cursing Carla’s acute ability to sense what he’s feeling, and brushes a stray strand of hair out of JD’s face. “I’ve got a few things in mind.” JD’s eyes slide shut, and he shivers. “Well, Newbie?” Perry asks. “It’s up to you. Would you like one or not?”
This is JD’s last chance to back out; last chance for them to both walk away and pretend that nothing is happening… But he opens his eyes back up and nods slowly. Perry wastes no time. He grabs JD by the waist and pushes him against the floor, kissing him hard.
JD groans loudly; too loudly, damn it; if he’s this loud from a kiss then Carla and Turk will easily hear them. “Keep it quiet,” Perry mutters as JD’s arms come up around his back to pull him down for another kiss. Perry comes back up after another moment, breathing harder and nodding towards the door. “They’ll hear us.”
“They’re probably up to something too,” JD says, grinning cheekily up at him. “Can you hear them?”
Perry pauses for a moment, lifts his head, and can distinctly hear… not one damn thing coming from outside the door. “There’s pretty good soundproofing in this apartment,” JD says, hands sliding down towards Perry’s belt. “We can’t scream bloody murder but we’ll be okay.”
Perry thinks about this and then nods, swatting JD’s hand away from his belt. “Bed,” he says, tugging JD up with him as he stands, then immediately let himself fall back against the bed, landing on top of it with an “Oof!”
“So you don’t really want to choke me to death?” JD asks, straddling Perry and tugging his shirt up.
“Oh, I’ll be choking something,” Perry says, smirking and letting JD pull off his shirt. There’s a quick battle of bodies and mouths, ending when Perry reverses their positions and pins JD’s wrists to the bed. “Stay, Newbie,” he says, opening the nightstand drawer next to the bed. “You keep any condoms in here for the men to deflower your maidenhead with?”
JD rolls his eyes but points at the wallet on top of the nightstand. “Think I’ve got one left in there.” He mutters. “Make sure it’s not too old.”
“Haven’t gotten any in a while, have you Newbie?” Perry asks, rummaging through the wallet. When he gets no response, he looks back and sees JD looking off to the side, red creeping up the sides of his cheeks. “Guess not. Don’t worry; I’ll make up for it.” He finally finds the condom buried between two credit cards, and after checking the expiration date, tosses it unopened next to JD on the bed. “I’ll get to that when I need it.”
One hand slides behind JD’s head, and he draws it up to meet JD in a softer, less intense kiss as Perry’s other hand slides down and under JD’s belt. He smirks, satisfied, when his hand cups JD’s groin and presses down, eliciting a moan from the man underneath him. “F-fuck, Perry,” JD gasps, and Perry almost lets himself either make a joke (“Yes, I will be doing that to you, just be a little damn patient”) or scold JD (“When did the pretense of sex make you think that you were allowed to use my first name, Newbie?”), but then JD pushes his hips up and grinds himself hard against Perry’s waist, and he doesn’t care about that anymore; all he cares about is how damn good that feels.
“Shit, these need to come off,” Perry growls, feeling his cock bulging through his jeans. He reaches down to unzip them, but JD is quicker, hands deftly popping the button open and sliding inside, slipping under Perry’s boxers to grasp his cock in both hands, squeezing. “Shit!” Perry moans louder, a wave of intense pleasure hitting him and he struggles to stay upright.
“Feel good?” JD asks, looking up at him. His expression actually seems curious, for Christ’s sake, as if Perry’s reaction wasn’t already enough proof.
“What do you think,” Perry grunts, dropping his head to JD’s neck and sucking on a pulse point, forcing a whimper out of the other man’s throat. “Hands off the merchandise for a second.” JD releases him and Perry kicks his pants off, boxers still stubbornly staying on his hips. He’ll deal with them in a moment. “Fuck, you’re still way overdressed, Newbie,” Perry says, and JD grins cheekily at him, raising his hips up in the air slightly. Perry undoes the button on JD’s jeans, then slides the zipper down tantalizingly slowly, pleased when he elicits another whimper from his Newbie.
“God, how does a zipper sound so fucking sexy,” JD moans, and Perry laugh as he helps JD shimmy out of his pants. The boxers come off too, and Perry finally gets his own off, tossing them to the side where he’ll hopefully find them tomorrow.
And all of a sudden they’re both naked for the first time. Everything about this is a first time, Perry thinks to himself, glancing JD up and down and enjoying the view. JD gives him the same once-over, smiling up at him with a hint of nervousness in his expression once he’s finished.
“Haveyoueverdonethiswithanotherdudebefore?” JD blurts out suddenly, covering his mouth immediately afterwards. “Sorry,” he mutters through his fingers. “I’m a little nervous.”
Perry just smiles and leans down, kissing him in what he hopes is a reassuring gesture. “It’s okay,” he mutters, “and yes, I have. Have you?”
“Mhmmm,” JD sighs as Perry trails a hand down his chest, coming teasingly close to the edge of his cock. The answer surprises Perry a little; but then again, this is Newbie, he supposes it’s not completely unexpected. “Don’t wanna sound cliché, but back in college…”
“You brought all the boys to your yard with your milkshake, didn’t you, Newbie?” JD laughs at his comment, and Perry’s glad to see that he seems to be relaxing. He hopes JD will stay relaxed for the next part.
Reaching down, he slides JD’s legs up so his feet rest flat on the bed, knees bent in the air. “You know what to do then,” Perry says. “Just stay calm and don’t clench up.”
JD nods at him and closes his eyes, gasping out when Perry pushes a finger inside of him. “H-harder to do then I remember,” JD says, sucking in a deep breath of air and letting it out slowly. Perry feels the muscles relaxing around the finger, and slowly presses another finger in. This time JD seems more prepared, breathing more steadily as Perry does so. JD’s fists clench and unclench on the bed; Perry has a momentary urge to clasp one of them with his free hand, but scolds himself; he doesn’t need to hold Newbie’s hand for this whole encounter, and besides, he needs the free arm to support JD’s legs.
He pushes a third finger in a bit too quickly, starting to get urgent, and JD lets out a soft yelp when he does so. “Sorry,” Perry mutters, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against JD’s stomach. “Still okay for me to keep going?”
JD nods and opens his eyes, lifting his head to look up at Perry. “You just surprised me. Don’t worry. I trust you.”
The words send a jolt down Perry’s spine. He’s not sure JD should be trusting him, considering he’s still not sure if this whole thing is a good idea or not…
Perry slides his fingers out and reaches down, picking up the condom wrapper and tearing it open. JD watches with wide eyes as Perry rolls the condom over his prick, making sure it’s secure. Then he spreads JD’s legs a bit wider and positions his cock against JD’s entrance.
“You ready?” Perry asks. JD gives him a quick nod. Perry thrusts in.
“HolyfuckingSHIT!” JD’s gone rigid for a moment, and there’s a split second where Perry worries that he’s moved too quickly, but then JD jerks his head up, eyes needy and demanding, and groans at him. “Oh god, please keep going.”
He starts a steady rhythm of movement as the bed creaks under them. JD’s so damn clenched; Perry can’t tell whether it’s out of the younger man’s control or he’s doing it on purpose; whatever the case it feels amazing.
“Fuck,” Perry pants, leaning his body forward and hitting a deeper angle in his thrusts. JD’s face is contorted in something akin to ecstasy; his fingers are clenched in a death grip to the blankets.
“Ohsogood yes yes keep going faster- ah!” JD’s back curves into an arch that seems almost acrobatic; his lips are parted and Perry has a powerful urge to kiss JD; but that’s a little bit too much of a flexibility feat for either of them; besides, given the choice between continuing this or pulling out for a lip lock, there’s no question as to what he’s picking.
Perry grips JD’s waist and holds it down firmly so he can thrust deeper, with more control. JD doesn’t seem to be objecting; he’s a writhing mess of babbling ecstasy at this point, and damn if Perry doesn’t like this image of him; he’ll probably be storing this away in the back of his mind to pull out in the future. JD looks… relaxed for once (well, as relaxed as someone can look when they’re getting their brains screwed out); he’s putty in Perry’s hands instead of the wound up ball of energy he usually is.
Panting hard now, Perry struggles to stay upright as another wave of pleasure runs through his system. He watches JD slide a shaky hand down to pump the shaft of his own cock, and a spur of the moment decision has him moving a hand to cover JD’s, forcing the other man to pump slowly and harshly.
JD’s making progressively louder noises, and Perry never thought any noise from Newbie’s mouth would be appealing to him, but damn if it’s not turning him on even more. Suddenly, JD’s hands lunge up to grab Perry’s shoulders, and the expression he’s wearing tells Perry he’s close, very close…
“P-please,” JD whimpers, staring hard at Perry; the words come out with such desperation that they hit Perry like a thunderbolt; he bites down on his lip hard to prevent himself from screaming as his body spasms involuntarily and he comes.
JD looks bewildered for a moment before arching one final time, keening as he comes and shoots his load in a splatter against Perry’s chest. Perry has enough time to pull out of JD before his arms’ muscle strength gives out and he collapses on top of JD, panting for air.
“F-fuck.” Perry glances up to see JD staring up at the ceiling. “We just- we just did that.” He looks more surprised than anything else, and now one of those patented idiotic grins is starting to appear on his face.
Perry smirks and rolls off of JD, sliding up to meet him face-to-face. “Yeah, Newbie; I just blew your mind. Guess you liked your Hanukkah present then?”
JD’s grin gets even damn wider. “Hell yes. Best Hanukkah present ever; though don’t tell Turk I said that ‘cause then he’ll be pissed and remind me about the Sanford and Son DVD collection he got me one year.”
“Ghani’s crazy if he thinks his stupid little DVD set can meet my level of ‘sex awesomeness.’”
“Well it was a pretty sweet collection…”
“Newbie…”
“Hehe, I’m just joking with you, Dr. C-”
“Ho-kay, rule number one, you do nawt call me Dr. Cox after we just had sex.” He sighs and waves a hand, conceding. “You may call me Perry; not Percival or any other cutsie little nickname you can come up with.”
JD nods and after a moment, slides towards him, arm draping over Perry’s chest and head leaning against Perry’s shoulder. Perry’s a bit surprised that Newbie would attempt the action, but is more surprised to find that… well, he doesn’t mind it. His arm comes up to rest around JD’s shoulder, and he hears JD let out a happy sigh.
“You know, you’re also going to owe me a Christmas present…”
“Relax, Newbie,” Perry grunts, smirking. “I’ll give you one. And a New Year’s present, and an Epiphany present, and an MLK Day present, and any other damn holiday on the calendar if you’d like to keep getting them.”
“I would definitely be up for that.”
“Happy Holidays, Newbie.”
“You too, Perry.”
But I hope that you enjoy 'em on behalf of all of the goyim.
Be sure to tell the Pontiff, my people say Good Yontif.
That's exactly what I'll do!
Happy holidays, you too!
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