Real Monkeys Love Freedom (and Other Important Lessons), (JD/Turk/Carla/Elliot)
Title: Real Monkeys Love Freedom (and Other Important Lessons)
Written for: The Porn Battle
Prompt: Scrubs, JD/Turk/Carla/Elliot, 11:59pm
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This is the longer version of what I posted at the Porn Battle post.
*
JD had never thought about something like this.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. When they went to see Fantastic Four over the summer, the ticket taker had said, "You must be a fantastic foursome!" which led JD to imagine what it would be like if he, Turk, Carla and Elliot were in a porn film about a group of sexy superheroes.
(It made sense. It was the ticket taker who used the word 'foursome,' and how could that *not* be about sex?)
But that doesn't even really count as 'thinking' about it, because the fantasy ended with Elliot saying, "Oh, Mr. EroticYeah, what's your super power?" and JD responding with "I take women to the clouds with my super rocket. Also, I have a huge penis," and didn't include any sex or nudity.
So. JD had never thought about this, because he really hadn't pictured ever being naked with his closest friends. Except for--
That doesn't matter.
(Because he only imagined being naked with them on a one-on-one basis, and Elliot didn't really count because he'd already been naked with her.)
Let's just say that JD wasn't planning on having any sex when the night began at eight, or when they started to drink heavily at 8:15, or when, at ten, they started watching some bizarre and un-arousing soft-core porn on Cinemax about scantily clad women unconvincingly pretending to go down on each other... and people in ape suits chasing them around in between shows of faux cunnilingus.
"The girls just want to have sex, but those evil monkeys keep stopping them by forcing them to dance." JD shook his fist. "Damn you, monkeys!"
"I don't think you can blame monkeys," Turk said. "These are people in monkey suits. Bad monkey suits. They're barely like real monkeys at all! Real monkeys, *real* monkeys, if they were in a position of power, would know that keeping people away from their dreams is un-American."
"Do monkeys have an innate sense of democracy? Or American values, whatever that really means?" Carla sighed. "I can't believe I'm discussing this."
"Hey," JD continued, "do you think this is an allegory? Like, the monkeys are the Republicans and the forcing the girls to have dancing competitions is the proposed Constitutional amendment banning gay marriage? And the lesbians in this movie are lesbians everywhere."
JD certainly wasn't thinking about sex then, because Turk was nodding thoughtfully at his astute comment, and politics never merged with sex in his mind.
(Save for that one dream about Jon Stewart, but that could have been a convergence of comedy and repressed homosexuality more than *politics* and repressed homosexuality.)
He didn't even think about sex when Elliot said, "You don't know that they're lesbians. You have to date at least five girls to figure that out, and we don't know their history," because it was so weird, and she was looking at Carla weird and...
It was weird. And not sexy.
But things started to change at around 11:10, after they were out of beer (bad planning on everyone's part) and Elliot started to kiss Carla.
Then he began to think about sex. Well, after he looked around to see if Todd was going to suddenly burst through the door.
"Um," Carla pushed Elliot away. "How drunk are you?"
"Pretty drunk," Elliot said and, when she went back to kissing Carla, Carla didn't stop her.
JD was thinking about sex so intently that he didn't even wonder why Carla was accepting this so readily and, by 11:20, Elliot and Carla were pretty much naked and sex was becoming more a reality than a thought. So.
Now it's 11:21 and Elliot's on her knees in front of Carla. There are no satin sheets (a mainstay in his lesbian fantasies) but there is actual sex that looks like real sex, not the strange sex from the monkey movie. There's Elliot's head moving up and down and, later, the wet clicking sound of Elliot's fingers moving in and out of Carla. And Carla comes and it's hotter than it had even been in his fantasies, because there are actual women in front of him.
He reaches out to them, but Carla slaps his hand away.
"There was enough trouble when you kissed me," Carla says, and he doesn't reply, because he doesn't want to have *that* argument again.
"And I don't think we should really have sex again," Elliot says. "It never ends well."
JD looks at Turk, and Turk shakes his head. "Dude. Don't you think we're gay enough without bringing sex into it?"
JD can't argue with that, so he sits back and watches as Turk takes off his shirt and pulls Carla into his lap. They fuck without him fully taking off his jeans. It's desperate and hot in the way that makes him wish someone wasn't opposed to touching him. He starts to wonder if there's such a thing as a third wheel in a foursome, but then Carla and Elliot are kissing again, and he focuses on Carla's hand moving between Elliot's legs. Elliot takes awhile to come but, when she does, it's louder than any of the orgasms JD remembers giving her.
(He is not in the right frame of mind to wonder if he had been doing something wrong.)
And, at 11:59, as he's watching Elliot and Carla go back to kissing, pity is already being taken on him. Or maybe he's not *that* pitiful, and Elliot was just joking. Anyway, Elliot's hand is between his legs, touching him as she arches her body up against Carla's. He takes his shirt off, because he's apparently allowed to now, and unzips his jeans. Elliot's fingers wrap around his cock and, at 11:59, he also comes.
That's disappointing, but only until Elliot takes him into her mouth. By the time he's inside her, he's no longer thinking about the clock. He's just thinking about the way she feels around him, about the fact that Carla's hands are on Elliot's breasts, and Turk kissing him as Elliot comes.
Well. That's gotta be the gayest heterosexual experience he's ever had, and probably *way* too gay by the normal standards of their friendship. But. Elliot's clenching around him and he's about to come, so he doesn't think about that until his lips are around Turk's cock. Then, he's thinking that this is way too gay, but Turk's not complaining.
JD's not complaining either, because a night of beer, monkeys and unexpected sex is always good.
END
Written for: The Porn Battle
Prompt: Scrubs, JD/Turk/Carla/Elliot, 11:59pm
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This is the longer version of what I posted at the Porn Battle post.
*
JD had never thought about something like this.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. When they went to see Fantastic Four over the summer, the ticket taker had said, "You must be a fantastic foursome!" which led JD to imagine what it would be like if he, Turk, Carla and Elliot were in a porn film about a group of sexy superheroes.
(It made sense. It was the ticket taker who used the word 'foursome,' and how could that *not* be about sex?)
But that doesn't even really count as 'thinking' about it, because the fantasy ended with Elliot saying, "Oh, Mr. EroticYeah, what's your super power?" and JD responding with "I take women to the clouds with my super rocket. Also, I have a huge penis," and didn't include any sex or nudity.
So. JD had never thought about this, because he really hadn't pictured ever being naked with his closest friends. Except for--
That doesn't matter.
(Because he only imagined being naked with them on a one-on-one basis, and Elliot didn't really count because he'd already been naked with her.)
Let's just say that JD wasn't planning on having any sex when the night began at eight, or when they started to drink heavily at 8:15, or when, at ten, they started watching some bizarre and un-arousing soft-core porn on Cinemax about scantily clad women unconvincingly pretending to go down on each other... and people in ape suits chasing them around in between shows of faux cunnilingus.
"The girls just want to have sex, but those evil monkeys keep stopping them by forcing them to dance." JD shook his fist. "Damn you, monkeys!"
"I don't think you can blame monkeys," Turk said. "These are people in monkey suits. Bad monkey suits. They're barely like real monkeys at all! Real monkeys, *real* monkeys, if they were in a position of power, would know that keeping people away from their dreams is un-American."
"Do monkeys have an innate sense of democracy? Or American values, whatever that really means?" Carla sighed. "I can't believe I'm discussing this."
"Hey," JD continued, "do you think this is an allegory? Like, the monkeys are the Republicans and the forcing the girls to have dancing competitions is the proposed Constitutional amendment banning gay marriage? And the lesbians in this movie are lesbians everywhere."
JD certainly wasn't thinking about sex then, because Turk was nodding thoughtfully at his astute comment, and politics never merged with sex in his mind.
(Save for that one dream about Jon Stewart, but that could have been a convergence of comedy and repressed homosexuality more than *politics* and repressed homosexuality.)
He didn't even think about sex when Elliot said, "You don't know that they're lesbians. You have to date at least five girls to figure that out, and we don't know their history," because it was so weird, and she was looking at Carla weird and...
It was weird. And not sexy.
But things started to change at around 11:10, after they were out of beer (bad planning on everyone's part) and Elliot started to kiss Carla.
Then he began to think about sex. Well, after he looked around to see if Todd was going to suddenly burst through the door.
"Um," Carla pushed Elliot away. "How drunk are you?"
"Pretty drunk," Elliot said and, when she went back to kissing Carla, Carla didn't stop her.
JD was thinking about sex so intently that he didn't even wonder why Carla was accepting this so readily and, by 11:20, Elliot and Carla were pretty much naked and sex was becoming more a reality than a thought. So.
Now it's 11:21 and Elliot's on her knees in front of Carla. There are no satin sheets (a mainstay in his lesbian fantasies) but there is actual sex that looks like real sex, not the strange sex from the monkey movie. There's Elliot's head moving up and down and, later, the wet clicking sound of Elliot's fingers moving in and out of Carla. And Carla comes and it's hotter than it had even been in his fantasies, because there are actual women in front of him.
He reaches out to them, but Carla slaps his hand away.
"There was enough trouble when you kissed me," Carla says, and he doesn't reply, because he doesn't want to have *that* argument again.
"And I don't think we should really have sex again," Elliot says. "It never ends well."
JD looks at Turk, and Turk shakes his head. "Dude. Don't you think we're gay enough without bringing sex into it?"
JD can't argue with that, so he sits back and watches as Turk takes off his shirt and pulls Carla into his lap. They fuck without him fully taking off his jeans. It's desperate and hot in the way that makes him wish someone wasn't opposed to touching him. He starts to wonder if there's such a thing as a third wheel in a foursome, but then Carla and Elliot are kissing again, and he focuses on Carla's hand moving between Elliot's legs. Elliot takes awhile to come but, when she does, it's louder than any of the orgasms JD remembers giving her.
(He is not in the right frame of mind to wonder if he had been doing something wrong.)
And, at 11:59, as he's watching Elliot and Carla go back to kissing, pity is already being taken on him. Or maybe he's not *that* pitiful, and Elliot was just joking. Anyway, Elliot's hand is between his legs, touching him as she arches her body up against Carla's. He takes his shirt off, because he's apparently allowed to now, and unzips his jeans. Elliot's fingers wrap around his cock and, at 11:59, he also comes.
That's disappointing, but only until Elliot takes him into her mouth. By the time he's inside her, he's no longer thinking about the clock. He's just thinking about the way she feels around him, about the fact that Carla's hands are on Elliot's breasts, and Turk kissing him as Elliot comes.
Well. That's gotta be the gayest heterosexual experience he's ever had, and probably *way* too gay by the normal standards of their friendship. But. Elliot's clenching around him and he's about to come, so he doesn't think about that until his lips are around Turk's cock. Then, he's thinking that this is way too gay, but Turk's not complaining.
JD's not complaining either, because a night of beer, monkeys and unexpected sex is always good.
END