My Choices
By: Selim
Summary: JD is offered the job of a lifetime, but there's only one thing in the way from his careers future and his personal future. "Perry" Cox.
Pairings: Perry x JD, various canon
Warnings: Smex, slash, and OMC
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Scrubs nor am I making any money off this fiction.
beta'd by: quietncryptic

Wide eyed and scared, JD pushed himself away from Washington. A faint quiver of pleasure shook his body as he realized that the strong capable hands belonging to none of than the Chief of Medicine, and not that of Percival Cox, were down his scrubs, wrapped around his cock. When had they--? Turning his lithe frame from the hands, JD found himself becoming tangled in his own scrubs as he dropped to the floor with a loud cry of surprise as his nose crashed into the wall. Not hard enough to break but enough to daze him from the pain. Even on the floor, he was still trying to find his voice. Dr. Cox was outside and he was alone with another man. He had just been touched by another man. Not his lover. "Huuh…" He drew to his knees, trying to push himself up and get the door. Only now he could hear the scratching sound of keys, probably the janitor opening the door to let Cox in the room, over his beating heart. He knew that he looked open, back turned to Washington, almost offering himself, so JD pulled himself up to his shaky feet just as the door was thrown open.

"What the he-e-ll is going on, Sleeping Beauty, waiting for Prince Charming?" Dr. Cox tapped his foot on the hard ground; behind him Janitor gave a glare for having been pulled from lunch for what he figured was a lover's spat before storming off. Cox didn't move, giving both men in the room a look of discontent. "Well?" He growled.

"I…I…" JD flinched as Washington got off the bed, straightening his own clothes.

"I was just talking to JD about his future, Dr. Cox. I'm sorry to keep you waiting for him. If you decide, JD, please come and see me before Friday. I would love to have you under me." JD felt the blood that had been in his groin rush up to his face, leaving him light headed. The man left the room, leaving a glowering Dr. Cox standing in the door. Looking down at his feet, the resident pushed himself into a full standing position and made his way towards the door but his wrist was grabbed, his body thrown back against the wall. To his surprise warm lips pressed against his own, pushing past and battling with his own tongue with a dominance sure to win. Perry always won, but JD found his own tongue moving into the other's, sucking and lapping at the intruding appendage, completely lost in feeling so good again.

With a wet noise, both doctors' mouths released, leaving a string of saliva rolling down JD's chin. Quick to get it, the resident ran his thumb up, catching the drool, and brought it his mouth where he quickly licked the mess clean. Perry shuddered, backing away enough to observe everything that JD did. "Is the princess awake now?"

"You know I love you, right?" The random set of words came out so suddenly that J.D. found his lust filled brain screeching to a halt. In their relationship, he'd never once said those words nor had he heard them. It was forbidden territory he never once wanted to move in on, afraid that it would scare Perry away. The man was, unbelievably, paranoid of their relationship. He couldn't even win at gay chicken, why would the curly haired man suddenly want to jump in bed with a resident?

Even though they had jumped into bed with each other so suddenly.

Perry's face had drained white at hearing those words and for a second, J.D. thought that the man's mind had shut off again. Love meant something bad would happen, in Perry's life it always did. "Get back to work," hissed the man, throwing himself on the bed that had been occupied just moments before by Washington and his grabby hands, "and turn off the lights on your way out. You're voice is giving me a headache."

"Yes, Dr. Cox." J.D. did as instructed before leaving the room. The door shut behind him with a soft noise and J.D. knew that there was moisture running down his face. Perry now had a vague idea that something bad had happened. Stupid idiot, why did you talk about love? Bringing his palm to his cheeks, J.D. brushed the wet patches with his thumbs. When had his life become so complicated?

And why did Washington kiss him? Did he have a 'kiss me' sign on his head? This hospital had made him into a weak submissive, unable to fight back anything that for the most part made every cell scream in pleasure. Jordan. Perry. And now Washington? Was he that weak to accept anything he really didn't want?

"V-Bear!" Turk's voice shouted across the corridor followed by his fast feet, moving through the crowds until he caught up near the nursing station where J.D. had situated himself after being thrown out of the on call room. Laverne looked up over the rim of her glasses, hoping that she'd pick up some juicy gossip to spread around. J.D. tensed; he'd have to be careful about what he said now. "Why is it I had to hear from the Todd that you got selected to go to Hopkins? First Bonnie gets selected for surgical residency up there – good riddance – but now you? And why couldn't you tell me? Man, I thought we were best friends but I have to hear from Todd, who heard from Doug, who heard from—"

"Woah! Slow down, Turk," J.D. rubbed his head. He could see where Perry was getting his headache from now. Probably had heard from the whole hospital that he was either "not going to Hopkins – the fool" or "going to Hopkins – the bastard" either way, it was just a nasty little reminder that their relation was hitting the rocks because of one little job offer that J.D. now felt like turning down. For special effect, he would screw Perry right in front of Washington just to prove he wasn't interested in any other man. "I never said I was going, you know how telephone works. I'm amazed I'm not heading to the moon with how fast Elliot is working but I bet she was getting some help to spread this little rumor," he eyed Laverne who busied herself on the phone and in a file.

"You're not?" Turk stopped before settling himself against the nursing station desk. "I'm … rather happy that you're not going. Not that I want you to rot in this place your whole life but…" The surgeon wet his dry lips, trying to find the right words. "You're my only best friend out here. The Todd's an all right drinking buddy, but he's not great to hang out with all day like you are. And Carla…man, I love her but there's just that spark that would be missing without you there to fill it."

Smiling, J.D. relaxed as well, his blue eyes trained on the janitor. The two's eye meet for a fraction of the second and he saw a smirk on the man's face before he could read those lips, "I knew I'd chase you out of here." Well…at least he could ruin the janitor's day… that was always a plus.

"When I spoke to Elliot, I wasn't sure if I wanted to go or not. Now I don't think I really want to go. Dr. Washington…he's after more than just a medical staff out of me if you catch my drift." He whispered the last part so Laverne didn't hear but he had the feeling the woman had heard because she was quick to hang up the phone and dial another. "Don't tell Perry, he's already stressed as it is with thinking I'll ruin my career for him or I'll leave him for green pastures."

Turk blinked. "You mean you haven't told him that you want to stay here?"

"I told him I was still thinking about it this morning and he made me take the bus to work. That trench coat guy was on it."

"Ouch for both."

Smiling, J.D. leaned in, "Trench Coat Guy flashed me, but I told him I'd seen bigger. He deflated."

"Ha ha! Told you that would get him to go away. I swear, I've rode the number fifty-six time and time again and I've never seen that guy."

"You don't want to. If I wasn't so eager to get the police to arrest him for indecent exposure, I'd give him a prescription for Podofilox."

"Ew, why would he be showing those goods?" Turk shuddered as his pager chimed. "That's my cue, I'll see you later." Giving a wave, Turk left the area. Watching his friend leave, J.D. tilted his head to the side and smiled. Turk's opinion of him hadn't changed. Even after hearing roughly about what Washington wanted, the surgeon stood by not wanting J.D. to go on account that their friendship would suffer.

Just like Perry didn't want to let go of him because their relationship would suffer. Even if he went, his relationship with Perry would never be the same. "Then I won't go."

"Amen to that hun," Laverne said from the phone. She covered the speaker, "if that fellow only wants you for your goods, then he'll have to answer to Jesus. You just wait here until your turn comes."

"Yes ma'am!" J.D. took the file she offered him and started back towards his rounds feeling a weight lifted off his chest. He'd just tell the man no and to take the job and shove it.

He was waiting for the bus when Perry pulled up along up, telling him to get his ass in the Porsche and not to scruff his feet. Without having to be told twice, J.D. squeezed into the passenger seat, smiling over at the other man. His day after talking with Turk had moved slowly with no sign of Washington, but he guessed that happened with a busy man trying to recruit a few good men. Shifting his book bag between his feet, J.D. leaned back against the seat, watching the world go by as Perry pulled back into traffic. "You're off tonight?"

"Don't ask stupid questions, Hailey." Perry switched lanes, pulling towards the interstate. It was then that J.D. realized they weren't going in the direction of Perry's apartment, but rather the other way. Trying to look over at the route signs, J.D. found himself startled as a hand rested on his inner thighs, "We're going somewhere, so sit still and be quiet."

Eyes falling to the hand in his lap, J.D. blushed as it moved only once to shift gears before returning to squeeze. Blood shot to his groin, making the younger doctor blush as Perry's hand began moving up, towards his stiff erection. It cupped him and J.D. threw his head back at the sudden movement, moaning the older man's name.

"I told you to hush, Janet, or I'll leave you on the side of the road." The wicked hand didn't stop moving; instead it worked down the zipper of J.D.'s jeans, slithering inside the boy's underwear and around his swelling cock. Moving his hips to push further into the warm hand, J.D. tightened his hand on his own knees, trying to pretend the hand wasn't there. The last thing he wanted to do was cum. Not now. They were nowhere near the apartment, these were his only change of clothes, and he had no intention of cleaning the Porsche seats while suffering Perry's reprimanding about not controlling body functions. The tight fist was jerking his cock, tugging and rubbing. Slick, the swollen penis strained inside its confines becoming painful. With no control, J.D. found himself releasing the button of his pants to help pull his self into the cold open air. A quick glance to his side noted that Perry's attention was on the road, not even caring that he was driving J.D. wild.

"Uhnnn…" J.D. bit his bottom lip. Kelso and Ted getting it on. Kelso and Ted…oh god…so good. He was so close… He would leave a mess but it was all Perry's fault for doing such wicked things while…

The hand disappeared, the Porsche pulling to a stop. Cracking open his eyes, J.D. had to fight back a grown. The beach. He wanted to go back home, climb in a warm bathtub. Perry unbuckled his seat belt but didn't leave the car. Instead, he leaned over the seats, his face in J.D's lap, taking the hard erection in his mouth. Immediately, J.D.'s hands wound into curls. His spine twisted in an odd angle as he tried to push into the warm, wet mouth. Only primal urges spread in his mind. The desire to come. A need to be finished before anything else. Perry's own hands pushed the brunette's hips back down in the seat as his head bobbed, taking in more of the swollen penis on his own good time.

"P, Perry I—" J.D. tried warning, his belly twisting the need growing so hot. He was…

The mouth didn't pull away nor did Perry's tongue stop lapping at his slit. Taking in a deep breath, J.D. cried out as he came hard.

Mind hazy, when his senses returned, he found himself greedily kissing Perry, the mix of bitter, salty seed with saliva waking him completely. "W, why?"

"Couldn't let you see exactly where I was taking you now could I, Valerie?"

"Where exactly are we?" J.D. whispered as he zipped his pants up, fumbling in his own backpack for some tissues to clean up what little mess there was. Perry was starting the car, pulling out of the clearing he had driven into until they reached a small restaurant in the corner. "Huh?" J.D. blinked. Some restaurant? He was hardly dressed to be seen in public, having just come off of work. He probably wouldn't feel better until he took a bubble bath to clean off the smell of antiseptic.

Perry's blue eyes lost focus for a second as he stared at the building, putting the vehicle in park. "Just get out of the car." He pulled himself out of the vehicle and started towards the small building. Making sure he was presentable, J.D. followed close behind, still unsure where he was. The sound of wilderness was overpowering, a sense of comfort he hadn't had in a long time.

Inside the restaurant was just like the outside. Well maintained, the log work gave a timely feel to the area. A stone fireplace was placed in the corner with several chairs sitting around it. In another corner was various tables sat just far enough apart to give personal space, and yet it still felt like a country diner. A waitress meet them just as soon as the bell above the door chimed, leading them towards a booth in the furthest corner so they could watch the fire comfortably. It was… almost romantic, J.D. realized, looking at Perry as the man ordered for the both of them (having already decided just what they wanted). The waitress excused herself, promising to return shortly with their drinks. J.D. blinked. He didn't remember putting in an order for anything to drink; Perry must have decided that too.

A comfortable silence fell between the two, giving J.D. time to wonder if the man and Jordan had ever come out here for a romantic evening. A few more couples had started to file in, receiving tables in separate areas of the hall. Unlike the two doctors, the other couples were dressed in their best – some offering strange looks to the two but J.D. found himself not caring. The whole evening had been on short notice and it wasn't like he kept a suit in his locker. "This place is nice… Great atmosphere."

"Hasn't changed since I first came here years ago. I like that about this place. Time changes but the faces remain the same." Perry hummed to himself as the waitress brought them a bottle of wine in a chill bucket. Thanking her, Perry waited until she'd left until he filled both their wine glasses with the red liquid, "Don't let it go to your head, Brianna. I just didn't want to suffer from your cooking tonight."

J.D. smiled. For a man who didn't care, he was doing his best to make it a wonderful night. Taking a sip from his wine, the younger doctor tried to ignore the foot brushing against his own. "Is your headache from earlier gone?"

"Yea." Perry frowned. "There was this buzzing that wouldn't go away."

Elliot. J.D. realized, putting it all together. She'd probably gone over to Perry to put salt in his wounds, demanding to know why the older man wasn't forcing J.D. to go to Johns Hopkins. "Sorry, I told Elliot and I guess now the whole hospital knows what's best for me."

Perry sighed. "Look, Newbie, you can't let anyone else – even me – decide if you're going to go. Bobbo told me all about your transfer today, he's pushing it so he doesn't have to see either of us together anymore. Even was trying to get Jordan to force me to send you off. I don't care if you go or not. I don't want to talk about any of that tonight. I want it to be just us tonight."

And with a blush, J.D. agreed. Just them.

Even that night, back at the apartment, it was just them. Thoughts of the hospitals and decisions lay forgotten as they chose instead to tend to each other as Perry reminded the brunette just who he belonged to. Driven close to release, Perry's hips would stop thrusting, and their lips would meet in sweet kisses until both erections dropped just enough to continue their strenuous activity where it'd been left off.

Back on the bed, J.D.'s long arms wrapped around broad shoulders, fingers curling into fine dirty blond hair at the base of the older man's neck, as his legs were draped over hips, propping his bottom in the air where, nestled between two white globes, Perry's monstrous cock plowed deeply inside. Neither was thinking too far into what they were doing, no action was planned out. Instead both opted to go by instinct; a bite here, a pinch there. J.D.'s internal muscles tightened around the intruding penis, hungrily begging for more. Harder. Faster. Deeper. J.D.'s voice, having long since lost the ability to use words, had opted to form groans, grunts, moans, and cries. Each sound meant something to Perry, the man more than happy to oblige with the noises.

A cry. He bit down on the boy's neck, his hips slowing down and opting for precision, aiming directly each time into the certain nerve that made the young brunette scream with delight.

With a moan, Perry would thrust harder, directly into the prostate while his own hands milked J.D.'s cock. Wrapped around the hilt, he stroked and bucked with equal timing, his eyes darkened with lust as he watched in satisfaction the submissive male mewing in pleasure, twisting and turning to free himself from the pleasure that was becoming too much.

Thrusts slowed. A moan of disproval. The two rested against the bed, willing their painful erections down as they exchanged kisses. Ever so carefully, Perry's fingers would brush hard, rosy nipples while J.D.'s own fingers would hold the older man's chin in place, to control the kiss. He'd suck the older man's pink tongue, bite and love the other's oral cavity. Saliva would slip down his jaw, pooling down his neck as their pleasure highs would decrease and they'd return to a right state of mind, but as soon as they could think again they'd return back to the project at hand – prolonging their sex until neither could take it anymore without going insane.

The last sounds were groans that came from the resident while grunts replied back from the assisting. This meant he was deep. So deep that it was good and warm, that Perry was in bliss to be swallowed so deeply, while J.D. would arch his back for being taken so far. These thrusts were slow and tentative, harder to perform because Perry would use his own weight to completely hold J.D.'s hips to his own as he drove himself in deeper. Swallowed to his base, Perry wouldn't pull himself out, but would do several quick, small thrusts forward and J.D. would meet his grunts with groans of his own. With blood flowing through his brain, the younger would be able to speak provocatively about how he felt, how deep Perry really was. Where he could feel Perry's probing.

After a time, the thrusting would start again, quick with little cries added to the moans. It was time. The two became lost in each other. Rapture shook their every nerve, the bed squeaked, muscles ached, and the two came hard. Always the quiet one, Perry would muffle his cry into J.D.'s shoulder, biting hard enough to leave a claiming mark for the world to see. In contrast, J.D. would scream out Perry's name, shouting his completion for everyone to hear. Finally, the two dropped into the bed, ignoring the cooling cum on both their bellies as they tried to gather the energy to at least do laundry before going to sleep.

They wouldn't of course. Too tired, they'd curl up together under the sheets, J.D. moaning how he could feel Perry's cum sliding down his thighs while Perry played indifferent, giving the younger doctor a prostitute's name, all the while feeling proud that it was his cum that was causing such discomfort. Unsure how long they laid there, Perry kept his arms wrapped around the younger man, petting and rubbing soft hair. "I love you, J.D." Perry would finally admit.

And every time, the words would fall on deaf ears because J.D. was already asleep.

The conference room seemed colder than usual, J.D. noted as he took a seat to wait for Washington. He'd told Kelso he'd have his decision by noon that day and to just get a hold of the other man. Kelso had smiled and with a skip in his step, left the nursing station to do just that. Now J.D. felt his stomach twisting as he felt his future was going to end at Sacred Heart, but he didn't care. Everyone he cared about was here, not in Baltimore.

"J.D., when Dr. Kelso said you had your answer, I had expected you would have told him first. Now I'm apprehensive to hear if you're going to be joining my staff." Washington smiled as he entered the office, shutting the door (and latching it, J.D. noted) behind him. "So will you be coming with me?"

"No, I want to stay here and continue my residency," J.D. took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Washington took a seat, taking a file from his briefcase. "It's this Percival Cox, isn't it? I've heard around the hospital that you and him are a hot item. He's the residency director here at Sacred Heart, isn't he?"

Would Kelso have told Washington this? J.D. blinked, trying to connect the dots. "Yeah, he is."

"How long have you been in a relationship with Dr. Cox?"

Oh god, J.D. took shallow breaths as he realized just where the other man was getting at, "I'm not getting any perks because I'm sleeping with Dr. Cox. It's the opposite mostly, he ignores me when he can at work or pushes me around."

"It's still very unethical for you to be sleeping with a superior and likewise. Such a blemish on his record that would be if the board was to find out?"

Jordan knows and she doesn't care…as long as I tell her all the juicy bits of our relationship. J.D. bit back the comment because that would just be supporting the idea that he was getting special treatment from all sides of the spectrum. "Please, I'm telling you – I'm not getting any kind of special treatment from Perry. He hates us all the same."

"—And Kelso tells me," Washington continued, "that Dr. Cox is working to become the next Chief of Medicine. He'd probably never get that far if it was known he was sleeping with—"

"Stop!" J.D. cried out slamming his hands on the table. "Don't punish Perry for our relationship. He's worked so hard to get where he is now."

Washington took a bulky set of papers from his briefcase, sliding them across the table towards J.D. with a knowing smile. A pen followed after. "Then do the right thing…for both of you."

Dropping pathetically into his seat, J.D. took up the pen weakly, sealing his fate to transfer his residency over at Hopkins. "It's the same thing…" he whispered, sliding the papers back over to the man, "if you touch me. I'll scream. I'll let the whole world know that you're sleeping with residents. Doesn't look good if the Chief of Medicine is—"

"I've always covered my bases." Washington smiled. "Fill out the rest of those forms and give them to Kelso. I'll see you in a week." The man took his belongings and left the room.

Alone, J.D. pillowed his head in his arms. "I'm sorry."