Hat Trick
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Category:
S through Z › Scrubs
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,790
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Scrubs, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hat Trick
AN: Ok, this is the sequel to Triple Hitter- I've gotten up to chapter three on it so far, but I won't post the next chapter till I get some sort of positive feed back.
Love, Mad Hatter ^_^
Life had been odd since JD started sleeping with Doctor Cox and Jordan. Oh, Doctor Cox still grilled and ranted at him at work, that relationship never changed, but he also took the time to shove him into empty rooms to molest him, which he enjoyed a little too much. He was starting to get an erection every time Doctor Cox started to rant at him and often it took every inch of his self control not to jump on him and say ‘Take me!’ in a very girlish voice. He really had to work on that last part.
Then there was Jordan, and usually he didn’t want to go into those lines of thought, really. The first time they had sex had been pretty normal, maybe a bit of biting and nail digging- but she was kinky- candle-wax-burning-tie-you-to-a-chair-handcuff-you-and-blind-you kinky.
It made him wonder what Jack would be like when he was an adult.
Four words came to mind: Ruler of German Dominatrixes...sss...ss..s.
He flinched away from that thought.
Sighing he went about his day wondering if they would be going out to dinner tonight or not. It was such a mundane thought that he was taken aback for a moment. They we’re almost like a family- albeit a really demented family with two fathers, one who had a god complex, no less, and one psycho-crazy mother. Well, no, that didn’t sound right, just because he was sleeping with both Jack’s mother and father didn’t make him a parent too.
Although when Doctor Cox was on call and Jordan was out of town he did baby-sit, and he would stay up late at night to watch kids movies with Jack (Spongebob Squarepants the movie was the shit, just ask Turk!), and he had planned his next birthday party, complete with clown-free entertainment (he had been afraid of them ever since the incident with the Janitor), plus he had found himself sharing a bed with Doctor Cox and Jordan more often then not, unless they decided they thought he was being too annoying, then they kicked him out and made him sleep on the couch. So pretty much Jack and he saw each other quite often- although, he kind of wished he’d stop calling him Aunty JD.
He shook his head at the thought.
“Hey man, you ready to play some basket ball?” Turk was suddenly there interrupting his thoughts.
“Yeah, yeah, you know it dog!” he was just about to turn around to catch the ball when he felt something slam into his head- then everything went blank.
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He blinked for a moment and looked around. He was laying back on one of the exam tables and he could feel the cold metal press against his back. He shivered.
“Well Clarabelle, so nice to see you’re awake.” He blinked up at Doctor Cox standing over him.
“Uh- what happened, and where’s my shirt?” Doctor Cox had a smirk on his face.
“Here’s the thing newbie, you’re just such a skilled basket ball player that the ball has a magnetic impulse when it comes close to you, the problem is that the magnets must be in your head. I always wondered what you kept in there since you certainly seem to be lacking a brain,” JD gave him a thought full look and mutter something like ‘Oh yeah.’, “and what I’m planning on doing to you won’t require a shirt.”
He bit back a squeak as Doctor Cox pretty much pounced on him (the last time he squeaked he had gotten his mouth taped shut) and started kissing him and doing that thing with his tongue that JD was still trying to figure out how he did, but every time the thought came up he became rather... distracted.
He ran a hand down Doctor Cox’s back and arched into him, he was tempted to make a joke about Doctor Cox kissing his injury and making it feel better, but then he felt a hand slip into his pants and past his boxers and wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to say in the first place.
He was just slipping his hand under the older man’s shirt when the door opened.
“Hey is JD oka...Ugh!” The person who walked in sounded a lot like Turk.
JD and Doctor Cox both turned their heads to see a very horrified wide eyed Turk in the doorway.
“Baby!” he yelled and ran off (probably to go find Carla), and slammed the door behind him.
“Well,” Doctor Cox muttered as he rolled off JD to stand up,” that was a mood killer.”
JD blinked, he’d have to make it up to Turk, may be he would get him that Optimus Prime model that they had both been wanting.
“So, are we going out to dinner tonight?” he asked.
“Chinese sound good to you newbie?” Doctor Cox replied.
JD nodded and closed his eyes; poor Turk, there were only so many things best friends forever could take.
“Hey you guys, do you know why Turk is running down the hallway like a frightened chinchilla... I always wanted one as a pet... Oh.” Elliot looked at them, blinked, then she walked away with a strange blank look on her face.
“Real mood killer.” Doctor Cox muttered.
Love, Mad Hatter ^_^
Life had been odd since JD started sleeping with Doctor Cox and Jordan. Oh, Doctor Cox still grilled and ranted at him at work, that relationship never changed, but he also took the time to shove him into empty rooms to molest him, which he enjoyed a little too much. He was starting to get an erection every time Doctor Cox started to rant at him and often it took every inch of his self control not to jump on him and say ‘Take me!’ in a very girlish voice. He really had to work on that last part.
Then there was Jordan, and usually he didn’t want to go into those lines of thought, really. The first time they had sex had been pretty normal, maybe a bit of biting and nail digging- but she was kinky- candle-wax-burning-tie-you-to-a-chair-handcuff-you-and-blind-you kinky.
It made him wonder what Jack would be like when he was an adult.
Four words came to mind: Ruler of German Dominatrixes...sss...ss..s.
He flinched away from that thought.
Sighing he went about his day wondering if they would be going out to dinner tonight or not. It was such a mundane thought that he was taken aback for a moment. They we’re almost like a family- albeit a really demented family with two fathers, one who had a god complex, no less, and one psycho-crazy mother. Well, no, that didn’t sound right, just because he was sleeping with both Jack’s mother and father didn’t make him a parent too.
Although when Doctor Cox was on call and Jordan was out of town he did baby-sit, and he would stay up late at night to watch kids movies with Jack (Spongebob Squarepants the movie was the shit, just ask Turk!), and he had planned his next birthday party, complete with clown-free entertainment (he had been afraid of them ever since the incident with the Janitor), plus he had found himself sharing a bed with Doctor Cox and Jordan more often then not, unless they decided they thought he was being too annoying, then they kicked him out and made him sleep on the couch. So pretty much Jack and he saw each other quite often- although, he kind of wished he’d stop calling him Aunty JD.
He shook his head at the thought.
“Hey man, you ready to play some basket ball?” Turk was suddenly there interrupting his thoughts.
“Yeah, yeah, you know it dog!” he was just about to turn around to catch the ball when he felt something slam into his head- then everything went blank.
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He blinked for a moment and looked around. He was laying back on one of the exam tables and he could feel the cold metal press against his back. He shivered.
“Well Clarabelle, so nice to see you’re awake.” He blinked up at Doctor Cox standing over him.
“Uh- what happened, and where’s my shirt?” Doctor Cox had a smirk on his face.
“Here’s the thing newbie, you’re just such a skilled basket ball player that the ball has a magnetic impulse when it comes close to you, the problem is that the magnets must be in your head. I always wondered what you kept in there since you certainly seem to be lacking a brain,” JD gave him a thought full look and mutter something like ‘Oh yeah.’, “and what I’m planning on doing to you won’t require a shirt.”
He bit back a squeak as Doctor Cox pretty much pounced on him (the last time he squeaked he had gotten his mouth taped shut) and started kissing him and doing that thing with his tongue that JD was still trying to figure out how he did, but every time the thought came up he became rather... distracted.
He ran a hand down Doctor Cox’s back and arched into him, he was tempted to make a joke about Doctor Cox kissing his injury and making it feel better, but then he felt a hand slip into his pants and past his boxers and wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to say in the first place.
He was just slipping his hand under the older man’s shirt when the door opened.
“Hey is JD oka...Ugh!” The person who walked in sounded a lot like Turk.
JD and Doctor Cox both turned their heads to see a very horrified wide eyed Turk in the doorway.
“Baby!” he yelled and ran off (probably to go find Carla), and slammed the door behind him.
“Well,” Doctor Cox muttered as he rolled off JD to stand up,” that was a mood killer.”
JD blinked, he’d have to make it up to Turk, may be he would get him that Optimus Prime model that they had both been wanting.
“So, are we going out to dinner tonight?” he asked.
“Chinese sound good to you newbie?” Doctor Cox replied.
JD nodded and closed his eyes; poor Turk, there were only so many things best friends forever could take.
“Hey you guys, do you know why Turk is running down the hallway like a frightened chinchilla... I always wanted one as a pet... Oh.” Elliot looked at them, blinked, then she walked away with a strange blank look on her face.
“Real mood killer.” Doctor Cox muttered.