ATC My Fallen Idol

"I'll just take you," JD kept repeating in his head. "I'll just take you."

He squirmed in the luxurious leather seat of the amazing driving machine that Perry affectionately called "she."

Like the Enterprise, JD thought. "She's a good ship."

Perry's chariot. His black mare, he's carrying me off on her. In her. In me.

He was so befuddled that he couldn't think straight, couldn't imagine what was going to transpire in the early morning at Perry's condo. The stream of consciousness rolled on through, thought after thought.

Focus, JD. Don't speak. You know you have a habit of articulating what's going on in the brain.

He cleared his throat, not responding to Perry's blatant intention. "Ah, your place would be cool. You've got that huge sectional couch going. Throw me a pillow and blanket and I'll be fine."

"Hm mm," was all Perry had to say.

JD stared at him as Perry gazed at the road. The soft look was still on the older man's face, the smile looking almost sweet. The streetlights put a sparkle in the blue-hazel eyes, and JD was riveted by the sight.

His mind calmed from looking at his mentor, his friend. For a change, it was virtually empty, as if it was shutting down for a moment. He turned his gaze back to the road, and his eyelids started drooping. Perry looked at him as the younger man started to relax back, as if capitulating to the inevitable.

When the eyelids finally closed, JD's head sagged back against the headrest. Perry glanced at him when he could, the angelic face of Dr Dorian bringing another stab through his gut.

He reached out his right hand, grasping JD's thigh as he had the gear shift.

"Hey, Loquisha, you fallin' asleep on me?"

JD responded with a smile, his eyes remaining closed. "Hm, not on your life, Per."

Dr Cox kept his hand on JD's thigh, only moving it when he had to shift gears, then back to the warm spot he'd left on the green scrubs. Every so often, he'd dare to move his hand up, his pinky wandering toward the inner thigh, almost... almost touching the erection he knew was under the thin, loose pants.

"Hm mm," he muttered again. "You need to wake up a little, newbie. I think we need some music."

He reached up to the CD holder attached to the visor and took out a disc. "If this doesn't wake you up, nothing will."

JD smiled when he heard the opening strains of the song, knowing what was coming, that the kickass Bose stereo system was about to blow his mind.

When the drums and guitar kicked in, JD sat up straight and played his air guitar.

She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean, she was the best damned woman that I've ever seen!

Perry grinned at him, pleased that he'd know this "oldie." They headbanged to it, screaming the words at the top of their lungs. JD put his hand on Perry's upper thigh, moaning softly when he felt the muscles.

"Knocking me out with those American thighs!" he screamed over the blasting speakers, smiling at Perry.

The bass was so intense it made JD feel as if he was floating, leaving his body. It was almost surreal. ACDC being surreal, now he'd heard it all.

When the song ended, Perry turned off the stereo and gave his head a shake, as if calming his eardrums down from the aural assault. "Whew, damn, I'm awake now."

"Me too." JD looked around. Almost there. To his place. That huge couch.

"So, uh, Perry."

"Hm?"

"When we get there, you want to um, well, watch a video or something?"

"Not really. I want to go to bed."

"Oh," JD said, sounding dejected. Rejected. Was Cox just toying with him, as he often did? That smile was genuine. JD convinced himself that Perry was serious.

And JD was terrified, excited, and utterly turned on. That pinky wandered oh so close. He didn't react when Perry was sneaking it up to his hard cock, mere centimeters away. He must've felt the heat emanating off of him, off of it.

JD closed his eyes again, his head falling back, thinking of what had transpired this evening. He was quiet, and Perry got a sense off him that he was turning maudlin.

"Hey, Stephanie."

"Hm?"

"I said go to bed. I didn't say go to sleep."

Perry turned down the road leading to his condo.

"We're almost there," JD said.

"That we are."

Perry secured his Porsche in her garage, and led the way to the door. He unlocked it and motioned JD in.

"I can get you something to change into, so you can wash your scrubs. Since Jack arrived, Jordan insisted we get our own washer and dryer unit. Just toss 'em in. I've got some shorts with a drawstring, so they don't fall off those skinny hips."

JD laughed, glad to hear Perry being his usual caustic self. He liked the openness Perry had been displaying all night, but it was getting borderline uncomfortable for him. He was too used to Perry being insulting, comparing him to a girl. It didn't bother him any more, he was used to it. He knew Perry considered him a friend now, and friends had certain liberties with one another. Like the way JD kept calling him "Per," even though Cox had told him not to.

JD turned his backside to Perry, lifting his scrubs top, sticking his ass out. "Naw, I've got this fine, shapely ass to keep them up, Per. Like two ripe grapefruits."

"More like two ripe grapes," Perry said, rummaging in a box of gym clothes.

He tossed some shorts and a cut off sweatshirt to him. "Here, change into these. Gimme your scrubs."

JD awkwardly caught the sweatshirt and shorts, but didn't move. He simply stood and stared at Perry, his expression serious, challenging him to come closer.

Perry didn't say a word; he simply moved to stand in front of the slightly shorter younger man. He slipped his hands under the scrubs top, along the sides of JD's torso. With his hands flat against the smoothe skin, he slowly slid the top up.

JD had a decent build, not chubby, not too skinny. Not nearly as muscular as Perry was, but quite acceptable. Practically delectable, Perry thought. He bent at the knees slightly, and when the top passed JD's chest, Perry roughly bit on a nipple, drawing a gasp from his young friend.

JD almost came in his scrubs then and there when he felt the teeth, the lips on him. Oh God, oh God, he kept thinking. He knows, he knows how I love this. The teeth relented, and Perry's tongue flicked back and forth, encouraging the tiny bud to hardness, his lips wrapped around him, pulling him in.

JD's response almost did Perry in as well. He'd made it clear to JD that he liked it rough, that was no secret. JD obviously didn't mind. Perry left the tunic up and around JD's neck, blocking his view of what he was going to do next. A blindfold, that's what he needs, Perry thought to himself. I can torment him in ways I never could before.

Cox drew his hands around to JD's long back, his fingers dipping into the waist of the slacks. The kid wasn't kidding, he realized. He's got a nice, firm ass. JD's arms were entangled in the tunic when Perry yanked him to him, pushing into the hardness, pleased that their height difference wasn't too great.

JD could feel Perry through the jeans his mentor had changed into earlier. Levi's. Best jeans in the world to show off a guy's package and ass.

"Perry, please," JD started. "I need...."

"I know you do, newbie," Perry growled, his mouth leaving one nipple to assault the other, his hands pushing JD in, out, thrusting against him.

JD took some initiative and finished tearing the tunic off, tossing it aside. He drew his hand up Perry's strong back, his hand ending at the curly head. He threw his head back, eyes closed, gasping as Perry bit once more on him.

Cox moved his mouth up, just above the swollen nipple and bit down, sucking for all he was worth. The tissue pressed against his teeth, and Perry could swear he was tasting fluid as his tongue swirled over the skin.

"Are you giving me a HICKEY??" JD managed to say.

"Hm mm, I'm marking you," Perry whispered, his hot breath on the moist skin making JD shudder.

He stood straight, looking down at JD, the two inch difference in height seeming like six. He's so powerful, so strong, JD thought, staring into those fiery hazel eyes. Perry's lips were swollen, looking pouty, moist and glowing from suckling JD's nipples.

He looked down at the mark on him, a lurid red and purple blotch above the nipple. Just high enough where JD could see it easily, as a reminder of what was going to happen this morning, but not so high that others could see it unless he wanted them to.

He liked the idea of Perry marking him for his own. He ran a finger over it, the expression on his face one of unabashed joy.

Perry put his big hands on both sides of JD's neck and the fingers began to knead the pale man.

"Does that bother you, JD? Me marking you?" he asked softly, to be sure he wasn't freaking the younger man out.

"I love it, Per," he whispered, his eyes locked on that mouth he was desperate to taste. He only wished he could've seen that mouth wrapped around his nipple, going down on it as if Perry would die without it, but he'd been so overwhelmed that all he could do was gulp for air.

"Good, 'cause as long as it's there, you're my man-bitch."

JD laughed, glad to lighten the mood a bit. "What?"

"Yep."

"What'll Jordan say?"

"Who cares? She's just told me, 'no other women.' Never told me no man-bitches."

Now that JD's arms were unencumbered, he put them around Perry's lower back, returning the gesture by pulling him against his hard cock.

"Hm mm, I'm not always going to be the complacent one, Per. Believe it or not, I can be pretty aggressive myself."

"Ha!" was all Perry could say to that, grinding his hips against JD. "You're my man-bitch, Madelyn, that's all there is to it."

JD put his hands behind Perry's neck, pulling his mouth to within centimeters of his own, dragging out that moment before he tried his hardest to bury his tongue down the older man's throat.

He breathed out heavily, "Tonight, I'm all yours. But next time, it's my turn."