My Choices
By: Selim
Summary: J.D. is offered the job of a lifetime, but there's only one thing in the way from his career's future and his personal future: Perry Cox.
Rating: M
Pairings: Perry x J.D., Various Canon
Warnings: Smex, slash, and OMC
Disclaimer: I do not own Scrubs nor am I making any money off this fiction.
"A nanny cam?" Perry bent down to stare into the deep eyes of Rowdy. His arms crossed across his broad chest as he cleared his throat. "And who again is going to be the camera's star?" J.D. opened his mouth to answer the question but Perry scowled up at him, "Wrong answer, Mary Ann. Definitely not you. I don't share." He glared towards the other doctor sitting in the small dorm room. Newman rubbed his bald head, a sign that he was trying to fight laughter.
"But Dr. Cox! Who else is going to catch Dr. Washington in the act? It's not right for them to be in that…position. We don't know who's going to see the video in the end." The boy bent down with the curly haired doctor. Unlike the two who watched on, his fingers brushed through Rowdy's fur, giving the dog a kiss on the tip of his muzzle. "I just know he'll protect me, thank you Dr. Newman. This is the perfect thing to catch that man."
Smiling cheerfully, the oldest doctor grinned toothily. "I'm glad you like Rowdy-Two-Point-O, fully armed to catch perverts and private moments…If you two get cozy in front of him, I claim all rights to the footage." The old man stood up with a groan, his back creaking under the strain of age. "Well this old man has a beautiful wife at home, a cat with a pregnant belly, and two kids who think they're goats."
Looking over his shoulder, J.D.'s eyes grew wide, "I didn't know you were married!"
"I'm not!" Newman barked a laugh, "It's some other guy's family. Which reminds me; your kids think they're goats, Percival." He shook his head, patted Perry on the back, and excused himself as he left. As he left the room, J.D. heard the older doctor mumble something under his breath. Whatever he said, it earned a glare from Perry and brought a shy smile from J.D. "Anyway, I have duty in an hour and need to see the family before I go. If you need anything J.D., call me. We want you to enjoy John Hopkins, not fear it."
"Thank you!" J.D. smiled hugging Rowdy's neck tightly. When the man was gone, the brunette looked up at Perry. "Rowdy Cam is off right?"
"Knowing Ges…no. He's a pervert at heart, but knows his place. You can look but not touch with him." Perry's face lost color in an unknown memory. Hiding his mirth that his own behaviors were being picked up from the older man, J.D. wrapped his arms around the older doctor's shoulder. A line of kisses were pressed against the back of the older man's neck. "Newbie…" Perry scowled but tilted his head to allow the young brunette to press against the spot on his neck. "I know your chastity belt's on a little too tight but you know the rule about the dead dog in the corner."
Without prompt, J.D. slid his stuffed roommate out in front of the door, shutting it firmly behind him, "keep the others out until we're done, Rowdy!"
There was a bang outside the bedroom, pulling the two from their post-sexual highs. Groaning, J.D. curled his head into Perry's chest to block out the sounds of voices coming from the other side of his door. He didn't need to guess who was out there. In the two weeks he'd lived in the apartment, Washington had visited every chance he didn't need to be at work. "You would think," J.D. murmured absently, "his balls would swivel up." The image of the older doctor crying on the floor as his dick shrank and disappeared under the observation of all his victims plus his wife. Dr. Cox didn't push J.D. out of his daydreams for once, opting to climb out of bed and pull on his own sweat pants.
Yawning, J.D. pushed himself up biting his lip to fight a sudden pain riding up his spine. Perry smirked, gloating that he'd put the Newbie in his place yet again. The noises outside were coming closer until someone was trying the doorknob, jarring both men's attention from each other to it. "I don't want to answer it." J.D. mumbled, curling back under the blankets where Perry's faint scent was still at. "…Mmm, you changed colognes."
"Makes me wonder who the real pervert is in this apartment, Amy," the older man said as he opened the door. "Bad Rowdy, spying on other people again. Julie, you need to castrate him before this becomes a habit." Dr. Cox took Rowdy, bringing the dead dog in the room, "thanks for returning him, Tim, Melody just can't sleep without her toys." Dumping the dog on the bed (and ignoring the breathy 'oof' that came from J.D.), Perry nodded as he left the room, Washington, and the surprised roommate trying to cover her bra.
Alone, and cursing the man he so loved, J.D. wrapped his arms around Rowdy's stiff neck as he watched Washington with abhorrence. "Can I help you?" The brunette growled, tightening the sheets around his naked lower body. He could already see those graying-blue eyes looking down at his lower body, taking in the bite marks on his shoulders, belly, and hips.
Stepping in the room, Washington shut the door behind him before taking a seat on a still packed box that looked sturdy enough to manage his weight. Repositioning Rowdy to stare directly at the man and praying the camera was on, J.D. waited. "I don't want that dog out of this room again."
"'S'pose I get permission from my roommates to have him out in the hall?" J.D. made a throaty noise, letting it know he felt uncomfortable. He could already feel Perry's cooling essence slide from his abused entrance. All he wanted was a nice hot bath and some feminine cleaning products to be in the best shape in about an hour.
"I'm not stupid, J.D., they would never accept something so…hideous out in the main hall. For all I know you might put a camera in his eye or something. I won't have it. Send it to your old roommate's or to your family wherever they may be, but I will not have that thing anywhere near this apartment. Am I clear?"
Glaring, J.D.'s arms tightened around the furry neck. His mind had already started to play games on him, making Rowdy real and barking angrily at the man who dare want to throw him away. It was another Carla who only wanted Rowdy given to the nearest taxidermist for display. "He's not leaving. He belongs here just like I do."
"No. He doesn't." Washington glared at the dog that stared back at him. "You're here not only as a talented doctor, but as an attractive piece of work as well. He is road kill that hasn't been put down yet. If he's still here when I come back for your appointment, I will destroy him myself – do you understand me?" The last part, the older doctor had cupped the Resident's face in his hands, tilting J.D. to look directly in the boy's eyes. "I'm starting to wonder why I'm waiting with such a pretty boy like you. Your old mentor was fast to come back just to keep you as his bedmate."
"Dr. Cox and I aren't like that," Said J.D. with conviction.
"You think?" Washington brought his lips against J.D.'s chastely. To the boy's horror, his body leaned in for more just as it had done so many times with Perry and prior girlfriends. The next kiss initiated by the aging man was more harsh, overpowering and domineering. His tongue left no part of the Resident's mouth untouched before pulling away to lick at the brunette's lips. "You're such a natural sex is all you're really good for, it's only natural that prior love interests would come back for more when you're body is so giving."
That said, the older man bowed his head and stepped out of the room. Clutching Rowdy tight enough to hurt himself, J.D. pried himself off the furry neck to collapse into the mattress. Surrounded again by Perry's distinctive scent, J.D. felt the tears he didn't know he was holding back roll down his face. He hadn't realized how hard it was going to be to prove rape if he instinctively acted submissive. "…I want to go home…" he cried into his pillow. On his bed, cocooning his owner as a blanket would, Rowdy watched on at the door as Washington's powerful voice ordered the other roommate around.
Hours later, he awoke to five missed calls. All from Perry.
Work paced on slowly. With so many flu patients coming in, there was never a dull moment for J.D. as he diagnosed and sent people about their business in an orderly fashion. As always, the residency director was watching, marking his own forms as he followed the Residents around, reminding them to do certain things that seemed remedial tasks to J.D.
Sometimes, when things hadn't been as hectic, J.D. escaped to his imagination where all his friends stood around and watched on with encouraging words. He was a capable doctor! Being followed like an intern shouldn't be bothering him so much, but it was becoming so overwhelming. If it wasn't his Residency Director, it was Washington himself counting down the hours until later that day, after all of J.D.'s work, the two could have their first 'date'. J.D. doubted that, in the man's mind, it was anything like that. He was just some booty call that was worried about his reputation even as it spiraled uncontrollably out of his reach.
No longer was he there to save Perry. No, the man had come anyway. If it hadn't been so daunting to tell Perry everything that was going on, J.D. would have been flattered that his lover had followed him, even going so far as to work in another department so their relationship couldn't be looked at badly. The man had reluctantly, said that J.D. was growing up to be a fine doctor, not as great as Perry himself was, but a good one anyway. There was no denying that, even if he hadn't been sleeping with his Internship Director (and later his Residency Director), he'd still be where he was today.
Now he was the boy who had moved on to sleeping on the side with the Chief of Medicine. Looking at it that way made J.D.'s stomach ache, as if he was shallow enough to sleep with the man in charge. Though he hadn't meant to, it looked to anyone else that he was sleeping his way to the top. The last thing he needed was someone to look at his relationship history. That would have been a lot worse. Now he could call sexual harassment if Washington so much as dared to touch him. But, ever the conniving old man, Washington had prepared for that.
J.D. had said no so many times. He promised that he'd scream and call rape if the Chief of Medicine so much as touched him. This had just made Washington laugh, "And yet, you followed me to John Hopkins' knowing I was going to sleep with you. You're no worst than the rest of those roommates of yours. You're all sluts."
Shell-shocked, J.D. cringed. He could have just as easily moved to a different hospital to work if things became too complicated between him and Perry, but his residency was almost up. He could have easily continued his relationship, but one man had ruined that. Checking his watch, J.D. took a deep breath when he noted that his shift had ended.
As he was leaving the hospital itself though, he froze when he saw Washington waiting for him. He had already been instructed earlier that day that a change of clothes were already in his locker for the date, the outfit already being worn J.D could only stand back as he was told to walk a few feet in front of Washington. Back tense, J.D. willed himself not to run back to his apartment, to hide behind Rowdy or even to run back and see if Dr. Newman or Dr. Cox was working yet. Just say that you don't want to do this, J.D. called for a taxi as Washington approached, asking (innocently) if they could share fare. They wouldn't be riding that far, just to the other side of the city where, conveniently their destinations were the same. A cheap hotel, paid by Washington himself, would be the date of the evening. If J.D. proved to be useless in sex, rumor had it he would be fired by the hospital as being an incompetent doctor. Shivering, J.D. paid his fare before getting out with Washington. As the taxi drove off, the shudder from J.D. didn't go unnoticed by the older doctor who led him towards the hotel lobby.
No questions were asked as the two walked towards the shabby hotel room, each step making J.D. falter and slow with realization that it was finally time. By the time he'd reached the room and was pushed in, he had started crying. Taking a seat on the bed, J.D. used his sleeve to dry his tears as Washington went about securing the room. Blinds were closed, the door was locked, cell-phones and pagers deposited on a side table (left on, of course – they were doctors), and clothes were removed by the man himself. Still dressed, J.D. trembled as he unbuttoned his shirt, praying the Super Chocolate Bear would come save him, or even Perry.
Washington didn't comfort J.D., the boy's shaking making him smile more, "You're like a virgin. Are you tight like one, J.D.?" He leaned in for a kiss, pushing the brunette back on the bed. He was busy removing the brunette's shirt when one of the pager's on the bedside stand chimed to life. Glowering, Washington reached over to grab one and see if it was an emergency as he cursed that it had better be good.
With the man busy, J.D. wrapped the remains of his shirt around his bare chest, feeling uncomfortable as Washington began to yell through the speaker to stall something. Looking up, J.D.'s waited to be told that he was free for the day, but the older man only turned his glare at the resident as he shut his personal cell-phone off. "You-!" He shouted, grabbing J.D. by the top of his shirt, pulling the man off the bed. Yelping in surprise as the tunic tore, J.D. fell back on the bed as the older man climbed above him, tearing off the remaining parts of brunette's outfit, searching for something. "Where is it?" The man shouted.
"W, where's what?" The brunette shook as his trousers were pulled down, along with his boxer's.
"There's a wire on you somewhere! That damn Newman! You've been plotting with him haven't you!" The man shouted. His face froze as a fist slammed against the hotel room door, Perry's loud voice shouting inside for the resident that laid on the bed. The voices of the police telling the man to back away quickly followed, but Perry ignored them. "Tell them you're okay," instructed the nervous looking Chief of Medicine as he started to grab at his clothes.
"Perry…" J.D. whispered. The man had come for him after all…with the police too! Using his palms to push back the wetness on his cheeks, the brunette sniffled but didn't call out. He couldn't find his voice.
"Tell them you're alone!" Washington hissed, shaking the brunette's upper arm. Tense, J.D. opened his mouth to repeat the words with a shaky voice. That was enough for the banging to get worse. "Shit-!"
"W, what's going on?" J.D. shivered, his nude form finally coming to mind as he grabbed the blankets to cover himself. He certainly hadn't done anything. Rowdy was still at home, the cam still intact from the night before. Washington's eyes seemed to lighten only a fraction at the confession that the resident really had nothing to do with the police being at the door. There was a key in the door, the manager on duty unlocking the room to allow the police in. Perry had been pushed aside as they came in to grab Washington before he could rush past them.
Several officers approached J.D. to see if he was okay, if he needed a doctor. Besides a bruise on his arm from Washington, the rest were from Perry the night before, so the brunette shrugged them off. They had arrived before anything could happen. Alone, J.D. didn't move away as his lover came in the room quietly, taking a seat beside J.D. who was clutching the clothes had been brought to him by one of the officer's, a familiar looking man that he had the feeling was Bonnie's husband. "Did he touch you?" Perry finally questioned as time passed.
"Not really." J.D. whispered as he was told to come to the precinct for further questioning. Led to the bathroom draped in a blanket, the Resident dressed before following the officers out of the room with Perry trailing behind him. Too much had happened in so little time, and he still had no real clue what was going on. Even during questioning, the police didn't tell him why Washington was arrested or the state of his career in the medical profession. But I guess that would be up to the Board of Directors to decide, the man realized after everything was finished and he was being led back to Perry's apartment by the man himself.
Once inside, J.D. all but collapsed on the couch, looking at the television in front of him. His tongue felt thick, but he was still able to laugh as he said, "you unpacked faster than I did."
"You're just lazy." Doctor Cox took a seat beside the younger man. With the added warmth, J.D. curled himself against the man's side as he enjoyed the silence in the apartment. "The intern you replaced committed suicide. Dr. Newman was able to find that out when the guy had left his diary; his final words, told how he found himself in a relationship with Washington until he committed suicide when his career had been jeopardized – apparently he was a good lay, not a good doctor. When he was dismissed as a fuck buddy, his support disappeared and he was fired as incompetent.
"The next to come forward was Bonnie. She… she was going to be fired but when she brought her case to her husband who is, apparently, an undercover detective recently put in charge of the case. Apparently, she refused Washington and he…fired her as an incompetent doctor. She didn't take that lying down and took the case to the hospital lawyer who had already stockpiled a case against Washington. He wasn't as squeaky clean as he thought." Perry looked at the blank television. "The cameras in Rowdy were already on; besides most of our noise, it got a view of Washington sexually attacking – and that's the best way to describe what he was doing – your roommate as well as him harassing you. It was enough evidence for the court to subpoena him – but that's all Newman knows."
Fixing the position of his head to hear Perry's heartbeat, J.D. made a throaty noise as he wrapped his arms around Perry's lower body. "I don't care," he finally whispered, "I just want all this to be over."
"It is over, Newbie." Perry placed his hand on the Resident's back.
"C…Can I move back in with you?"
"Do I get a choice in the matter?" Perry smile as he asked. J.D. nodded into the older man's belly before looking up. Sliding his body up, J.D. positioned himself in the older man's lap, his arms wrapping around his lover's neck.
"In every matter." He whispered, placing a kiss against the older man's temple, eye lids, nose, then lips. "I'm sorry for not bringing this matter to your attention sooner." The brunette pressed his forehead against the older man's, his eyes downcast. He never should have tried going up against Washington on his own. "I shouldn't have left Sacred Heart, I'm sorry."
"You weren't for your own personal future."
The brunette choked back a sob. "No, I didn't. I went so he wouldn't tell on me for sleeping with my superior. I went to a place with the same plans. I'm not better than he is."
"Look, Patricia – I hate you as a doctor. The only thing convenient about it, besides being able to get laid while at work, is when you're not killing my patients; I get something of a break from those whiny idiots. As a person…ugh, get off me you're heavy."
"No-!" J.D.'s grip on the man tightened. "Say it-!"
The older doctor glowered, turning his head away, "Don't count on it, April."
"Please, I'll say it! I love you Perry," The brunette pressed his lips against the other man's multiple times, repeating the words over and over. Pushing the man away, Perry scowled as he pushed himself off the couch towards the wet bar where he'd hidden scotch during his move. J.D. waited patiently from the couch as he watched the man he loved fill two glasses of scotch, handing one to the Resident before shooting back his own. J.D. followed at a much slower pace, waiting for the older man to get comfortable again on the couch.
"I'll say it one last time, and you better be awake this time, Nancy, because I'm not saying it ever again: I don't hate you. If I didn't…blah. Room, Newbie."
"What, but you were going to say you loved me!" The boy cried out but walked backwards towards the door. His body was still sensitive, quivering from nerves. He felt dirty that no matter how many showers and herbal body washes he used he would never feel like Perry's unless the man touched him. As he was lead towards the bed, he was steadily being roughly undressed and laid out as if he were going to be a great feast.
But J.D. knew with the way those pale blue eyes watched him that the message was being sent. Perry didn't need to say it. Had he not cared, he wouldn't have left Sacred Heart. He'd even left behind his family to get J.D. back, something Cox would have never done even for Jordan. As he fell against the bed, J.D. reached for Perry's collar to drag the man down to brush their lips together. Once, twice, thrice their mouths opened, tongues battling in a powerful kiss that left J.D. breathless. "I love you, Perry."
"I don't share, Newbie." Perry scowled, locking J.D.'s body into place with his own. "I won't do this again. If you ever give yourself up to another guy, I'll leave you." His hands held the brunette's head in place, his breath against the other's lips, sending quivers down the brunette's frame. "Once this stupid residency of yours is over, we're going back to California, to our own personal hell. I won't be in the same state as Newman, Washington or half the population that pisses me off."
Testing his luck, J.D. smirked, locking his eyes with Perry's. "You are aware, Dr. Cox, that Hugh Jackman lives in the same state? He might even visit the hospital once in a blue moon since you're not there terrorizing little children and—ow! Not there!" The brunette pushed back against the cotton sheets of Perry's bed, trying to get away from the touching hands tugging at his tender nipples.
"We will never talk about this again, Marie. Ever."
"I was scared thou-Ow! I said stop that!"
"Glutton for punishment." Perry scowled up. Long fingers pinched, pulled, and rubbed hard nipples as the older man nipped and marked J.D.'s neck, replacing what he felt was Washington's mark on his property.
Pushing the older man back with all his might, J.D. took the space to breathe deeply. "I'm serious, Perry. I didn't want your help, I thought I could take care of it all by myself. But I--"
"You did what you always do, Nancy. You get in too deep and need my help to dig you out of the problem." Perry pulled himself off J.D., taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Silence fell in the room as J.D. took the time to sit up and fully remove his shirt, letting the foreign material fall off his form. The sooner he was out of those clothes, the better he would feel, but there was so much he wanted to get off his chest.
"You don't ever have to say it," The brunette climbed off the bed to stand before the older man. "'Cause I know how you feel about me." Because even though you didn't know where I was or what was going on, you still figured it all out and came after me. I know you love me. "I'll come to you next time."
"Next time? We're not making this a weekly occurrence! I'll drop you so fast – I can get sex from anywhere and--"
J.D.'s lips cut off the blond's rant as he pushed the older man back against the bed. At least my choices have answered my biggest question – who I was meant to be with. I wouldn't change any of this for the world.
~End~