A week later, they discharged him. Supposedly bed ridden, Troy had been temporarily upgraded to janitor. He'd had his fair share of regular patients asking where the lanky one with a smile glued to his face was. Meanwhile, at home, he'd had a fleeting visit from Ted, on Kelso's behalf. Jordan had brought him a cake she and Jack had made specially and Elliot had sent him flowers and chocolates every day. He'd been told not to over exert himself, so he'd replied with a grin, drinking beer and staying in bed all day long hardly classed as that. Sunday morning, there'd been a knock at the door. He'd lumbered towards the door, an excruciating pain radiating from his injured side. He put it down to him not getting out of bed at all the day before, save for toilet trips. He'd been surprised by the visitor, but welcomed them as they had a 12 pack of beer to share. They did however; insist on making him something to eat as he hadn't had a proper meal since leaving the hospital. They sat on the sofa, eating pasta with relaxing music on in the background. They'd spoke about work, personal lives and his well being before finishing their meal. The sideways glances, accidental touches and the sheer need for something to come of it culminated early that afternoon.
They both tired of the shifty looks, subconsciously moved closer to each other on the sofa and knowing it would evoke a response, he told of the pain he was in. He received a copious amount of kisses to the bandaged up wounds, which had brought a smile to his face. There was a great deal of difference though between kissing his side and kissing his lips, he thought miserably. They paused for a moment, listening to the music, which seemed to prompt them to carry on. If you're ever gonna kiss me, it had better be tonight… With a shaking hand, they'd reached out to him, taking his hand in theirs and pulled him towards them. The kiss was long overdue yet sensual. They went back for more. Each time they kissed, they stayed together longer, tongues finally peeking out and worming their way into the others mouths. The passion grew and grew, until he was on his back with his guest on top of him, their lips still locked together. If you're ever gonna hold me, it had better be tonight, or somebody else may hold me and they might make me feel just right…
When kissing was simply just not enough for them, they pawed at each others clothes. His white tee ripped off easily, revealing a surprisingly well toned stomach. He responded by pulling their shirt off too, but then his fingers made a play for the jeans button.
They simply nodded, but before he could get his fingers around them, they moved towards his room. Bouncing off the walls and the sofa, their lips remained together all the while. Once in his room, they fell onto the bed and he removed both their pants and his in a matter of seconds. Their hands began to wander; smoothing, stroking and caressing every part of his anatomy. He returned the favour in a way only he knew. As their hips ground against each other, the flame ignited that little bit brighter and it sent him to a whole new realm of pleasure. Their carefully placed hands and his carefully placed tongue catapulted them into the stratosphere of bliss. As they made love in the middle of his bed, the sun light shone through the curtains and the sweat on their bodies glistened. Afterwards, they gently held each other and neither one felt guilt nor resent for what had just happened. For them, it had been the best day of their lives, the start of a new life together, signifying the end of a relationship for the good doctor at the very least. For me, it was the worst day of my life, because as I stood at his window, I saw them rolling around under the sheets, his strong muscular arms locked around Cox's waist. It was then I realised, I was too late…