John Dorian took an exasperated glance at his wristwatch before rubbing his tired eyes. He'd been at the hospital for over nine hours and it seemed like there was no end in sight. Needing a break, the young doctor joined his mentor in the break-room, which made sense.
Seeing the similarly exhausted look on Cox's face made JD say, "I'd like to see the look on Kelso's face if we all just went home right now."
Cox nodded. "Sounds tempting."
"It's definitely a temptation, all right."
For a brief moment, JD studied the older physician. He looked at the rigid jaw-line that appeared to have been chiseled by the gods themselves; the way his tight-fitting navy-blue t-shirt clung to the form of his chest; for some reason, he imagined those taut, well-muscled arms enveloping him, bringing their bodies so close together that even their souls touched…
Gross.
"I'm starving," Cox's sudden voice broke through his thoughts. "There anything in the fridge?" JD got up and looked.
"Nah, I don't think so."
"Damn."
"Oh, wait there's a lemon, you want it?"
"That's all?"
"Yeah."
"No, thanks."
Fin.
A/N: Happy Valentine's Day!