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Chapter Fourteen - A Pirate's Life for Me
JD POV
Everything was ready. Turk, Elliot and I had spent a week secretly buying decorations, enlisting Laverne's help for food and generally trying to keep everything going smoothly and, all the while, keeping it a secret from Carla.
It was hard.
"Why are you guys all huddled up in the corner?"
"Turk, why is there a plastic cutlass under the bed?"
"Did you buy a bandana, JD…? But why would Rowdy need a bandana?"
"Is there a reason there's an eye patch on your dresser, Elliot?"
She wouldn't stop! After a while, we began hiding everything in Elliot's spare room in an attempt to keep Carla from discovering her surprise birthday party; luckily Dr. Cox kept quiet about the party in the week leading up to it, dropping no hints and generally acting like he had forgotten about it. I feared that this may actually be the case, so sent him a text the evening before the party. It still gave me a little buzz to be able to contact him so quickly.
Are you still all right for us to have the party at yours tomorrow night?
I purposefully left my phone in my room, making myself some dinner (Turk and Carla were out for a pre-birthday meal - "If I take her out, she'll never know!" Turk had explained gleefully that morning) and settling down in front of the TV to watch the back to back episodes of Gilmore Girls that I had recorded a few days before; I got so distracted that by the time I realised I hadn't checked my phone, it had already been two hours. I ran into my bedroom, eagerly picking my cell up - nothing. Disappointed, I took it with me as I settled back in front of the television, getting wrapped up again - within ten minutes, my phone vibrated. Result!
The Big C (20:50) Damned well better be, don't want to have ruined one of my shirts for nothing.
I laughed, delighted that he was actually dressing up - I hadn't expected him to actually take part in the fun.
Are you excited?
The Big C (21:01) Not right now, Lois, but I'm sure if I tried hard enough I could work up a sweat.
I felt blood rush to my cheeks and… other areas. That hadn't been what I was expecting at all. Was he joking around?
You working out then?
His reply came quickly.
The Big C (21:09) Is that what you like to imagine me doing?
Oh god. Oh god. Dr. Cox was actually saying these things. Unless it was a joke… maybe someone else had his phone?! The Janitor, he did that kind of thing a lot. I sent a text back.
Is this actually Perry? Prove it.
I knew he wouldn't have ruined his shirt for a party. I pouted at the television, feeling annoyed and wondering how this impostor would prove themselves.
The Big C (21:16) Call me Perry again and you'll pay for it. That enough for you?
I bit my lip. That sounded like him. I decided to take the bull by the horns.
Will you punish me if I do it again?
The Big C (21:22) Like I punished you for your hormonal rant at the club?
…it was him.
Yes.
The Big C (21:29) No, not like that.
Shit, I had taken it too far… oh god, how to pull it back?
Shove a load of paperwork on my pile at work?
There we go. Simple and innocent.
The Big C (21:35) How about I shove you up against a wall?
The blood rushed… places… again. Should I play along? Was he just mocking me?
What if I fight back?
The Big C (21:40) I'll have to tie your hands behind your back, won't I?
I gulped, switching off the TV and leapt into my room, slamming the door shut behind me and sitting on the edge of my bed. It really wouldn't do to have Turk and Carla walk in on me with one of the biggest hard-on's I'd had in… forever.
I always thought you'd be the dominant one.
The Big C (21:48) I always thought you'd want to be dominated.
I don't usually.
The Big C (21:53) Does that mean I can't tie you up, Newbie? Don't disappoint me now, you're usually so good.
This was going too far. Surely he was drunk…
Have you been drinking?
The Big C (22:04) I take it that if I have, you'll stop this little session and go back to being the good little girl that you were before all this started?
That was a yes.
I just don't want to be screwed around. You may see this as a big joke, but I've never felt this confused in my life.
The Big C (22:12) I already told you that I don't want to get all loved up with you. I don't 'love' men.
I ground my teeth.
I don't want you to love me anyway.
The Big C (22:22) Then why can't you shut up and let me do what I want with you?
It was all coming together now; he just wanted to play that fucked up game of Cat and Mouse. That's all I was to him. I felt the rage build up in my chest.
I give up on you. I don't know why or how, but I had a little hope that you might actually take this seriously. Obviously I'm an idiot.
The Big C (22:29) You got that right. You can forget anything like that ever happening again, Newbie, 'cos as far as I'm concerned, you'll just end up crying all over your damned scrubs.
I was fuming. Why was it that no matter how long I'd known him, every day he would find a way to upset or anger me? I hated it, hated the emotional control he had over me.
Fine. You weren't that good anyway.
I quickly switched my phone off and threw it to the other side of the room. My cheeks were red with frustration and my eyes were itchy with irritated tears - what was with me? A pointless question - it was outrageously clear to me that the reason I was getting so frustrated at Dr. Cox was because my feelings were inching past the point of being half-excited, half-disgusted at this new turn of events and instead becoming something far more concerning… not that I loved him. I didn't. I knew what love was, or at least what it was supposed to feel like, and this odd brand of self-loathing and annoyance wasn't it. But it was something. Something and nothing.
But a big kind of nothing.
I made my decision - never again would he get his hands on me. Not tomorrow, not the day after, not the week after that - never. I was untouchable.
Which didn't explain why I fell asleep grinning at the idea of him tying my hands up and shoving me against the wall.
X X X X X
"Okay, Operation Pirate is now in play! Let's go people!"
We all climbed from Turk's mini (all being me, Turk, Laverne and Ted who, for whatever reason, had been roped into helping out) and popped the back open - from within the tiny space we pulled out platters of food, costumes, more decorations - it was insane. This was going to be one party that would go down in the history of amazing parties, and I felt smug knowing that I was a big part of it. John Dorian, Party Planner - they should make a movie about me or something…
I pressed the buzzer to Dr. Cox's flat, hoping against hope that he hadn't decided to be an asshole and changed his mind - the door buzzed back to let us in. I felt my stomach swoop painfully; it would be the first time I'd seen him since we'd had our little argument via text and I wasn't particularly looking forward to it.
We struggled to his door with our load, relieved to find the door already open and music playing - Dr. Cox was nowhere to be seen.
"You go find him," Turk hissed, dumping things on the floor and edging nervously around the sofa. "He won't care if you sneak up on him."
My eyes widened. "You think he wants to see me first?! He hates me at the moment Turk, we're not exactly best friends!" If only… "You call for him, he'll answer to you before he answers to me -"
"Relax, children," his voice called from the direction of the bathroom. "I'm getting ready for tonight's horrors. Feel free to put up whatever ridiculous decorations you bought and set out the poisoned edibles that Laverne no doubt made herself."
"Jackass," Laverne muttered under her breath as she wandered over to the long table that had been clearly set up for the occasion. Ted shuffled over to her, mumbling about something or other, and helped her set out the food - Turk and I grabbed the decorations and started placing them about the room. My particular favourite was a banner we'd had made that had Carla's face super-imposed into the middle of it so it looked like she had a pegleg and a parrot on her shoulder - my idea of course. I climbed up onto Dr. Cox's sofa to try and tack it to the ceiling, only to almost fall off when his voice boomed from behind me.
"You leave one mark on my walls and ceilings and you'll be scrubbing them down and re-painting them yourselves."
I didn't reply; I don't think he expected me to. Turk exchanged an eye-roll with me, and continued to put up decorations.
Within half an hour, with a group effort (not Dr. Cox, who was in the bedroom talking to Jordan who would be joining us after having a few pre-drinks on her own) we had all of the decorations and party-gear set up - now all we had to do was get changed.
I made my way to the bathroom, carefully not looking in at the couple in the bedroom, and shut the door. It was steamy in there, reminding me that the last person in here was Dr. Cox, and that he had been naked in the shower - stop it, Mr. Peeps, stop it! - so I rubbed down the mirror with a towel and started to get to work. White shirt? Check. Bandana? Check. Ripped black trousers? Check. Fake hoop earring? Check. Parrot that clips onto my shoulder? Check. And finally… eyeliner - check.
I stepped back out of the bathroom, and found that the apartment had already started to fill with people, some of whom weren't dressed up but most of whom had taken to the theme with aplomb - I found myself warily avoiding the tallest pirate in the room who, despite bushy black beard, was clearly the Janitor. How did he find out?!
I wandered over to Turk who had also adorned an earring (and, I had to admit, looked better with it on than I did) and high-fived him.
"Best idea we've ever had?"
I took a few moments to think.
"It definitely comes close."
"Hell YEAH!" We gave each other the first (and not the last) hug of the evening and set about mingling; I made sure that everyone had Pirate Punch (it had enough sugar in it to get even the most serious person high, and enough alcohol to knock out a horse) and was having a good time, chatting with random people from the hospital and carefully avoiding those I didn't want to speak to - such as the Janitor - and helped myself to food and punch. Eventually the party was in full swing, and I saw the bedroom door open.
Jordan came out first; she looked pretty good in her costume, and I was glad to see that she'd put in the effort. She came over to me and hugged me - I froze - and cried,
"DJ!! This is an AWESOME party, thank you for inviting me!"
"Oh, err, hey Jordan… you been drinking in there?"
She grinned at me, punching me (ow) on the shoulder in what she no doubt thought was a friendly manner. "Noooo! Well, maybe a few doubles but it's not a party if you're not drunk! WOOOO!"
She detached herself from me and made her way over to a group of nurses who looked absolutely terrified by her approach, leaving me to look back towards the bedroom as another figure came out.
My jaw dropped.
Dr. Cox was wearing a white shirt, ripped enough that I could see the contours and edges of his ridiculously good physique; a black waistcoat somehow made him look even more manly despite knowing that if I had attempted the same thing I would've looked far more girly; his trousers were plain black, like mine - not to mention he had what looked like a real cutlass at his side. He hadn't put in a huge amount of effort, but good god, he didn't need to.
At that moment, I literally could not look at anything else.
"Dude, Carla's pulling up at this second!"
I broke out of my reverie and whirled a round - everyone else was looking at me, waiting for a command.
"TURN OFF THE LIGHTS!" I yelled, diving onto the sofa in an attempt to hide. People followed my lead, hiding behind potted plants and counters - Turk waited until he saw that most people were hidden from view, before turning off the lights to Dr. Cox's apartment.
We waited in silence. I was suddenly extremely aware of the very male scent that washed over me, causing my heartbeat to pick up - Jesus, I could smell him from where I was. This was ridiculous…
"Elliot, no way in hell would Dr. Cox have thought your jacket was his."
"Just humour me Carla, you never know!" Elliot's voice was high as she got closer, and I cursed her for being unable to hide her excitement. She knocked. "Dr. Coooox? Are you here? Your doors open, so I'm just going to -"
She pushed the door open and flicked the light switch on - we all threw ourselves up in the air and screamed 'SURPRISE' at the top of our lungs. Carla stared at us for a few seconds. Turk and I exchanged big grins.
"What… what is this?" she said, looking a little dazed. Turk bounded up to her and pulled her into a rib-crushing hug.
"It's your surprise birthday party, baby! Happy birthday!"
"Arrrrrr!" I said in agreement, unable to wipe the stupid smile off of my face. She looked around again before allowing a smile, shaking her head as she leant up to give Turk a kiss.
"You didn't need to go to all of this trouble, Turk," she said softly, kissing him three times before looking around. "None of you did - thank you so much!"
People moved forward to hug her - I'd get to her later. I felt a rush of warmth flood through me at the thought that I had created this, that this party was actually fun, and slid over to the CD player to choose a song.
Before I could get there, the song changed.
'Naughty Girl'.
Oh god.
Instantly my eyes lifted to find Dr. Cox; he was standing over by the bedroom door still, Jordan dancing right up against him - but his eyes were on me. For a moment we stared at each other, the spark of memory between us as well as something more potent and dark - yep, there was no denying it. The mere sound of the song created a haze of sexual tension that wrapped itself like a rope around me.
NO.
I remembered what I had decided and forced myself to pull my eyes away, picking up the CD case in an attempt to find something else to listen to - it was a CD of the best dance songs. There had to be something else on here that I could listen to that would distract me from him…
X X X X X
"Have you noticed how he keeps looking over at him?"
Carla nodded, sipping her Pirate Punch and watching JD with a small smile. Elliot stood beside her, bopping to the music. "Yeah. More to the point, have you noticed how they're practically circling each other? Dr. Cox might be good at avoiding eye-contact with him but there's no denying that they're getting closer and closer without even meaning to."
Elliot nodded, her cheeks flushed; she'd had too much punch already. She'd found her gaze attracted to the two of them all night and was desperate to talk to her best friend about it. "I feel like we're spying on them. It's kind of… hot."
Carla raised her eyebrow and shook her head at her friend. "Please don't use this as one of your sex fantasies, Elliot. That would be… so wrong."
"I'll try, Carla, but I can't promise anything," she said, her voice high. "Just look at him though, have you ever seen him so… aware of anyone before?"
It was true; just watching JD it was obvious that he was completely and utterly conscious to where Dr. Cox was; his body always seemed slightly turned towards him, even when he was at the other end of the room.
"And Dr. Cox! Look at him, he's finally given in and is looking at him!"
The older doctor's eyes were focused on the younger, more intoxicated one, completely and utterly fixated; it didn't help that somehow the room had become more crowded. The heat was almost unbearable - most people had taken off their layers and were wearing whatever they could get away with; Dr. Cox had removed his hat and JD's bandana was steadily coming loose. The intensity of the former's gaze was undeniable, and it made Carla feel a strange sexual pull at the sight of it.
"I need to find Turk," she said suddenly, putting down her punch and weaving her way through the crowd. Elliot blanched, finding herself alone, and instead moved to the nearest group of people - Ted and his band - and found herself swept up in a heated debate about whether basses or tenors should command more respect.
Dr. Cox POV
"He seemed impressed by the way you came in; tell us a story, I know you're not boring -"
The Strokes played loudly over the heads of everyone in the room; most people were dancing now, drunk or hyper (or in Barbie's case, both) and the room was well and truly packed full of people.
But I was only, could only be aware of one person.
How did he do it? I was pissed at him for how he had been over text message the evening before, and I wanted nothing more than to tear him a new one - but no matter where I found myself in the room, I was always watching him out of the corner of my eye. I watched him now, his cheeks flushed with the heat, his bandana starting to fall off, the stupid grin he had from being both drunk and in the company of others.
I wanted revenge for what he had said.
You weren't that good anyway.
I waited until he had danced himself close to the bedroom before I stealthily made my way over there, waited until he was no longer talking to people and was instead just grinning to himself in the corner, before I reached out and grabbed him by the wrist. He turned, his eyes widening as he saw who had him.
"Dr. Co-"
I shoved him into the empty room, slamming the door behind me and clicking the key into lock; he stared at me with adrenaline-filled eyes. I grinned crookedly.
"What um," he said, looking around him. "What are you doing?"
I slowly moved towards him. "Not that good, huh?"
He blanched. Understanding dawned in his eyes, followed by fear, followed by a strange resilience I hadn't expected to see. He shook his head.
"I swore to myself I wouldn't let you pull me into any more of your games -"
"I happen to think I'm rather good, Newbie."
"Are you listening to me?" He stretched his arms out in front of him. "I'm not the mouse, a mouse, you know, I'm not… I'm not a mouse for you to play around with."
I reached forward and secured his wrists together; I yanked him forward so that he was against me, before laughing quietly and then pushing him until he fell across the bed. He tried to straight himself up. I stepped closer.
"You can't do this again. I'm leaving. I mean it!" His voice was a little shrill. It annoyed me. "I can get up and leave - I'll tell everyone -"
"If I get my way, Newbie -" I moved forward quickly and pulled him up again, this time shoving him up against my built-in closet, "they won't need telling. They'll hear you over the music."
He gulped.
"Now I can make this easy for you…" I started to undo the belt at my waist - he didn't fail to notice, and took in a quick breath, "and give you the option of being tied up or not."
The kid failed to speak - be it fear or something else, something had his tongue. I couldn't help the grin that slipped onto my lips.
"Or I can just go ahead and do it."
"You can't -"
"I can," I replied in a low voice, keeping my eyes on him; he seemed practically frozen in his place. "I can do what I like to you Newbie because you owe me for this party. So you're going to just shut up and let me do what I want."
For a moment I wondered if that sounded wrong; I knew that if he really struggled, if he really wanted to get out of here, I would let him - but I also knew that what I'd just said sounded like I would physically force him.
I wondered briefly how he would take it. I watched the emotions fly across his face.
I didn't miss the desire.
A low growl emitted from the back of my throat.
"You shouldn't…"
"Maybe I shouldn't," I said, my voice even quieter than before. "Maybe I should let you go back out to that party and enjoy the rest of your night like you wanted to. But…"
I pulled the belt free and grasped it with both hands in front of him.
"I'm not going to."
Moving closer to him, I heard his breath catch in his throat. I felt myself harden at the sound of it.
I saw rather than heard the whisper that fell from his lips.
"Why?"
I finally hesitated. Why? I hadn't thought of that. I hadn't tried to figure out why my form of revenge was undeniably the very kind of action I had sworn to not repeat. I looked at him thoughtfully.
"If I tell you that I have absolutely no idea, will you run away screaming?" I smirked, imagining him doing just that. He wouldn't get further than halfway to the door before I caught him. I found myself liking the idea.
His eyes met mine.
"…why don't you try it and see?"
My own surprise was mirrored in him - he looked just as shocked at his words as I was. I froze for about two seconds… before his words repeated themselves in my mind.
I'll do just that.
I pushed myself against him, lips crushing his as I felt him half-recoil, half-reach for me - I could taste the sweat on him, salty and strong, and could barely suppress the groan that reverberated through my throat and against his skin as we kissed. I felt the same wave of desire rush through him, a sigh escaping as his tongue slipped out to meet mine, a battle for power, a battle to see who was the cat and who was the mouse - no way in hell was he winning. I grabbed the hands that were starting to slide up the back of my shirt and slammed them behind his back, wrapping the leather belt around his wrists until I could tighten it and secure it - he pulled away, eyes hazy as they found mine, slight disbelief in them at what I had done.
"I told you I'd do it," I whispered raggedly, momentarily caught by his gaze. "Don't pretend like you don't like it, Newbie."
My answer was a pair of lips pressing themselves against mine again, hard; another groan ripped through me and I found my fingers reaching up and ripping the bandana from his head, my fingers automatically running through his soft, messed-up hair and pulling him so his kisses were harder, hotter on mine - god this kid knew how to kiss - before they found their way to the buttons on his shirt. I hardly took the time to undo them properly, practically tearing the material in desperation to get to him. I could feel him struggle against me as he tried to free his own hands to do exactly the same to me, and I felt a grim satisfaction at the knowledge that he couldn't. I pushed the shirt until it was halfway off of him, unable because of the bindings on his wrist to get it off completely.
"Take the damn belt off," he panted, breaking free of the kisses and trying his hardest to get rid of it with all the strength he had. I grinned. "Please, Dr. Cox, get rid of the belt -"
"No," I growled, leaning forward and catching his earlobe with my teeth - he let out a loud moan but I didn't think, didn't care about who might hear it. I bit hard, running my tongue over it before moving down to bite and kiss his throat - I could feel the gentler moans on the edge of my tongue as I trailed it over his skin, lapping up every inch of sweat, knowing that the heat in the room was nothing to do with the bodies outside of it and all to do with what we were doing.
"Please, get it off -"
"Oh, I'll get you off," I laughed quietly, my hands moving to his own belt which I started to remove. I could feel his hard-on, knew he was as hard as I was. "Be patient Newbie. Good things come to those who wait -"
"But I want to touch you -"
My hands froze; there was something about the desperation in his tone, something about the pure need that made me suddenly wonder if what I was doing was the right thing. But the thought of it, his hands on me, his hands discovering my body… there wasn't any way I could deny him this…
Growling at him I practically pulled the belt from around his wrists - for a moment he looked at the angry red marks it had left, before practically leaping on me and tearing at my shirt much as I had his. He ripped through the holes already made until it fell around me in a tattered mess - and stopped. Completely. I looked at him, trying to work out just what had made him stop in his frenzy.
A sigh escaped his lips.
"You… are… so hot."
A strange, hiss-like laugh fell from my lips as I shook my head. "Careful Delilah, you're sounding more and more like a girl every second."
Slowly, shutting his eyes for a second, he shook his head. "I don't care. I don't care if I sound like a girl, if I act like a girl -"
His eyes flew open and met mine.
"At least this way you'll be able to pretend."
Not for the first time that night, I froze at his words. Not because he'd pissed me off, nor because the very honesty of what he'd said was almost beyond what I could take - but because what he'd said struck a chord. I struggled with it for a few moments, wanting to go along with it, wanting to agree - but what I replied to him denied me those possibilities. By the time I'd opened my mouth, it was too late.
"I don't need to pretend, Newbie - I want to fuck you."
Within seconds, his lips were back on mine and his hands were fumbling with my flies, unzipping me quicker than I'd expected - this pleased me. A lot. I was so hard it ached, and if I = no, if he didn't do something soon, I'd lose my mind. I knew it, and soon he would too. Soon he'd see exactly what he had done to me, and despite how much I loathed him for it, at the same time I couldn't imagine being with anyone else at that moment.
I banished the thought.
Instead, I reached forward and deftly whipped the zipper of his trousers down, unhooking them at the top and letting them slide loosely down to his slender hips - I wanted to taste those hips - and put my hands on his waist. His skin was hot, hot from the alcohol, hot from the dancing, hot from what I'd been doing to him. His own hands were struggling with the button that would allow him to get to where he so feverishly wanted to be - I laughed, a deep, breathless laugh, and pulled his hands away. I pushed the button from the hole with ease, before pushing on the trousers so that they slid down my legs.
Again, he looked at me with something akin to worship in his eyes - god, if he kept looking at me like that I wouldn't be able to control myself -
"Mary holy mother of Jesus," he breathed, his eyes flickering to mine and then back in the direction of my erection. "I… you…"
I pinned him against the closet with my left arm, my right one sliding between the gap in his trousers to wrap my fingers around him. If it was even possible, the kid was even harder than he had been at the club… a growl tore its way up my throat and through my clenched teeth. I forced my next words out, too aroused to think straight.
"Are you gonna stare at it all day, or are you actually gonna do something about it?"
He took in a quick breath, his gaze sliding away from me and to the side - hell no, what did I do?
Had I scared him off?
Was that such an awful thing?
…
Yes.
A strange feeling welled up in my stomach, unfamiliar; I lifted my arm from him and used my free hand to gently tilt his head around so that he was facing me. His eyes still avoided mine.
"Newbie."
The recognition flickered in his eyes, but still he wouldn't look at me.
"…JD."
This elicited the right reaction - he finally looked at me, and it revealed that yes, I had scared him. There was vulnerability in his eyes that increased the feeling in my stomach and made me half want to run, and half want to just pull him into my arms. Another thought I banished instantly.
He swallowed. I kept my light grip on his jaw, kept my eyes blazing on his.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Why are you asking? Just get on with it!
He shook his head.
"Do you want me to… help?"
The tiniest hesitation, the tiniest nod.
"I've never… only to myself…"
He flushed bright red; it was the most delicious colour I'd ever seen. I leant forward, pressing my lips to his cheek - a seemingly innocent gesture, though to be fair, nothing was innocent at that point - before letting my tongue slide between my lips and touch the heat on his skin. I trailed it down, along his jaw line, along his lips, then back up until I reached his ear - I gently pushed my tongue inside, a harsh breath escaping his lips as I did so, before murmuring, low,
"Just do what I do."
With my once again free hand, I took the wrist of his right hand - so slender, so breakable - and carefully moved it across the air to where my erection was badly hidden in my boxers. Impossibly slow, I pressed myself against his fingers, allowing him to feel me, to feel what he had done to me; I figured I'd need to go slow, ease him into it. His eyes shut, tight, but his fingers… his fingers gradually wrapped themselves around the swell of me, or as much as he could - without being arrogant (who am I kidding?), I was hardly average in that department. I heard the stuttered release of air from his lungs, felt his body start to lean away as he allowed himself to hold me firmly in his grasp.
His touch made me want to hit him. It wasn't that it felt bad, nor did it make me feel like I was doing something wrong - on the contrary, the feel of his hand, a larger hand than Jordan's, than of any other woman I'd been with felt shockingly good. Better still when he began to move it slightly, before he finally hesitated again and stopped.
His eyes opened again. A whisper.
"Show me."
"Wait."
I'd done this before, with his trousers and underwear on - I wanted them off. I wanted to do it properly. I wanted him naked, in front of me, powerless to stop me - as powerless as I felt at that moment to stop. I released him from my grasp, my fingertips instead reaching out and pushing at the waistband of his trousers as I had done with mine, watching them fall to the ground. I grinned that crooked grin again.
"Take 'em off, Newbie."
He didn't pretend to misunderstand; he let go of me and slid his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, only pausing for a second before pushing them down his legs - slender, like the rest of him - and standing back up, revealing himself completely to me.
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe I was just fucked up in the head, but at that moment… at that moment, he was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen in my life.
Another banished thought.
"C'mere," I growled, taking barely any time to carefully take off my own boxers before moving over to him and instantly wrapping a hand around his hard penis, needing to do this. Not only was I incredibly turned on, my apartment was also full of people who would start to wonder where two of the hosts had disappeared to - one of them being my long-term partner.
You'll regret this tomorrow.
The thought was interrupted by Newbie's trembling hand sliding over the length of me - he gripped me, softer than I gripped him but understandably - and looked at me once more for guidance.
I slid my thumb over the tip of him.
There was no suppressing the grin that appeared as his knees buckled slightly and he let out a loud moan.
"Don't look so smug," he said breathlessly, returning the favour - the sensation was immense. It was nothing like any time before; all of the women I'd been with had been experienced, knowing what to do without a second thought… Newbie was clueless, other than what he knew to do for himself. He had no idea the power that he held in his palm - literally - and that, for whatever reason, made the groan that came out even louder and more intense than it should've been.
"It's not a competition, Newbie," I murmured, my voice gruff - but began moving my hand up and down over him. He whimpered - and I waited to call him a girl's name, but for whatever reason found myself incapable of doing so - which inspired me to do something I sometimes did for myself. I put my thumb, my index finger and my middle finger into my mouth, running my tongue over them (my erection twitching at the deep taste of him) before bringing them back down to his penis, sliding them over the tip of his erection and bringing with it the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard -
"You bastard," he gasped, throwing his head back so that it collided with the closet. He didn't seem to notice. He gripped me harder, moving his hand as steadily as he could until he found a rhythm that suited him - and me. I took in deep breaths (I wasn't a naturally loud person, though I knew as the pleasure built up that it would be difficult keeping my happy ending quiet) and moved my own larger hand over him, my left arm moving to lean against the closet doors as he brought me closer to the edge… it wasn't that he was particularly good at it, but every time he moved his hand, every time his breathing hitched or a moan escaped it just drove me so close to finishing that I had to support myself -
"Oh please make me come, please make me come, don't stop -" he was panting, a drop of sweat rolling from his forehead down his cheek; I leant forward and claimed it with my tongue. " - if you stop I'll die, you can't, please -"
"Why the hell would I stop?" I breathed against the skin of his neck, almost violently jerking him off, my strokes harder than before, my moving hands urging him to come. I was getting close, too close, and I wanted it to be a joint ending, I wanted us to come together…
"Oh god, yes… yes…"
I wanted to mock him, wanted to call him Lily or Petunia or some other pansy name but for the life of me, I couldn't - I was wrapped up in his movements, the increased heart-rate, the heat of the room…
"I'm going to… Perry, I'm going to come -"
Perry?!
With a roar, I moved my hand fiercely on him as I felt myself break, hotness spurting from me and into his skin, his stomach, his chest, his arms - suddenly he cried out, my name, my first name, again and again, repeating it loudly, almost a shout until he finally collapsed against me, his forehead on my shoulder like last time, his sweat mixing with mine. I knew there was stuff on the floor, I knew I'd just cheated on Jordan, I knew so many things at that moment but that moment was all I could focus on.
His breathing still ragged, I felt his lips move on my shoulder - at first I assumed he was kissing it, but after a while I realised what he was actually saying.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
I pushed him up, forced him to look at me. I wasn't in the mood for apologies for what had just happened. "Now what in gods stupid ass name are you apologising for?"
He refused to look at me - again.
My stomach clenched.
"I called you… Perry."
I grimaced. "I noticed."
Newbie's eyes narrowed. "You said that if -"
"- if you called me Perry, I'd make you pay?"
He nodded.
For what felt like minutes, we stared at each other, waiting for me to answer - him waiting for it to be spoken aloud, me waiting for it to actually form in my mind.
But it was too late.
I leant forward, brushing my lips against his earlobe. He shuddered, his hands suddenly grasping my hips.
"I meant every word."
X X X X X
JD POV
When I eventually emerged from the room I could barely consider Dr. Cox's AND Jordan's, the room had started to clear. Carla and Turk danced slowly over by the stereo, with Elliot watching them enviously from the corner. I wondered idly why Shaun wasn't here, but in all honesty I didn't care enough to ask - I had more important things on my mind. No one seemed to notice me leaving, so for the moment I didn't have to worry about people asking me questions.
I skipped across the room to where the bowl of punch had been severely attacked by the drunken guests who had all but vamoosed - I ladled myself a small cup, and sipped aimlessly - I was too busy waiting.
I didn't have to wait long - the bedroom door opened and from it walked my mentor, redressed in the same trousers but, obviously, a new shirt - still white, but obviously a different one. My own shirt was covered by his waistcoat which he had given me to wear, muttering that no one would notice. I hoped he was right. Even if he wasn't, though, it was wonderful to wear something that was blatantly his, the scent of him radiating around me and making me feel warm and wonderful - oh crap.
This was bad.
I was acting like a teenage girl with her boyfriends jersey.
Arrgh.
From across the room he looked at me, his eyes meeting mine before anyone elses in the room.
He grinned.
Crookedly.
…
My heart raced.
…
Oh no.