And they were in a supply closet. One pressed against a shelf. One knocking over bottles of cleaning solution.
"Dr. Cox," JD gasped. Eyes shut, teeth over bottom lip, right hand tugging on a white lab coat, left fingering a rubber bracelet.
The lips against his neck pulled away. The fingers roaming past the waistband of dark blue scrubs lingered, then found their way to JD's hip, resting comfortably.
There was silence. JD's eyes now open, still nibbling on his bottom lip, hands now relaxed on Dr. Cox's arms.
"Jordan's back." Hot breath tickled JD's ear. "Tonight's off."
"What about my place?" JD piped up, hoping. For the past month they've spent almost every night together, excluding on call nights or tiring days. Yet the past week they seemed separated, and JD missed his mentor.
And his mentor missed him. Otherwise they would not be in a closet.
"As much as I love watching reruns of Boy Meets World with a dead dog and a bowl of Fritos, don't you think Gandhi and Carla would find it a teensy bit strange?"
"Oh, Turk knows." The look on Dr. Cox's face made JD forget about mentioning that Carla wouldn't be home.
"You just can't keep anything from your big black wife, can you Heidi?"
"I didn't mean to tell him, I swear," JD insisted. "He just…read my mind.
JD was smiling, even more than the day before the seven-hour Gilmore Girls marathon.
"Who'd you lay?" Turk's voice interrupted the choirs of angles singing overplayed love songs about finally getting that one guy,
"Uh." He blushed.
Then Dr. Cox walked by. "Get back to work Emily."
Turk's eyes widened.
"Actually, it was kind of your,"
"Newbie," Dr, Cox growled. Then he sighed and rubbed his temples. "Anyone else?"
"Only Rowdy."
A groan. "Tell me again why we're together." And instantly Dr. Cox regretted his choice of words.
Then JD's arms were around his neck, a smile plastered across his face.
"So, does that mean you're my boyfriend?"
Dr. Cox peeled JD off of him. "Dear god Rachel, no." He began to see red. "Get this through your head, because I will not repeat myself. I am not your boyfriend . And you are definitely not mine. We are not a couple. This," he gestured between them, "is nothing more than sexual. And believe me Newbie, its kuh-hilling me to say it's even that."
And they went back to work. One feeling crushed. One feeling guilty.
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Dr, Cox growled out loud. He didn't see JD after he had yelled. So, guilt found him parked outside of JD's apartment. Then letting himself inside.
"Hey Turk," JD answered the sound of the opening door.
Dr. Cox walked over to a couch. "Not Gandhi, Miranda."
JD jerked his head towards Dr. Cox's voice. Then winced, regretting the sudden movement.
"What are you doing here?" His voice trembled, just in the slightest.
Dr. Cox pushed Rowdy aside, sat on the couch next to JD and took the bowl of Fritos from him.
"What episode is this?"
"Just a rerun. Topanga proposes to Cory."
Dr. Cox nodded, an armed pulled JD closer to him.
And they sat. Both quite content with each other so near.