Anyway, this challange got me interested. Like WHOA. So...
Title This isn't Right, not Right at All!
Rating NC-17 (because that's all I can write?)
“This isn’t right, not right at all!” JD thinks as the Janitor shoves him against the back of the couch in the break room, attacking his mouth, biting and nipping at his lips and tongue, making JD groan loudly.
He’s not sure how this started, but it did one day in the Janitor’s closet. They had said it’d only be once but here they are for the third time in one week, making love like two animals in the heat.
The Janitor rips at JD’s scrubs and he immediately knows he’ll need to steal another pair from the hospital. He growls as he kissing his way down from JD’s mouth to his neck, where he latches on like a remora.
JD groans and pulls at the Janitor’s belt, trying to unlatch it with shaking hands. He succeeds and pulls down his pants swiftly, revealing his rock-hard erection. He moans again at the very sight of it and wraps his legs around the Janitor’s waist, their erections lightly brushing, sending ecstasy throughout their bodies.
“Oh God…” He breathes, bucking upward and fisting the Janitor’s two-dollar haircut. He thrusts forward suddenly into JD, blinding pain mixing with outrageous pleasure as JD is stretched and filled, he screams out animalistically, groaning long afterward.
Both men are covered in sweat as dilated eyes meet dilated eyes, staring at each other awkwardly for far past a comfortable amount of time.
“Move,” JD finally grunts, throwing his head back against the armrest. The Janitor merely nods and pulls out of JD before thrusting in once more, slamming against JD’s prostate and making him shriek in pleasure.
JD is convulsing with pleasure as the Janitor pounds into him relentlessly, albeit erratically. He grips onto JD’s shoulders, his nails digging into the young doctor’s pale skin, leaving raised red furrows. He’s reaching his peak, so close to completion as he drives himself deeper and deeper into his doctor.
They come at the same time, both either groaning or screaming out one another’s name into the seemingly empty room.
They rest for a long time, panting as sweat slides down their half-naked bodies and soaking into their shirts. JD closes his eyes and basks in the glow of the setting sun of the west coast, the room growing warmer as the orange rays penetrate the blinds.
JD wakes up around three in the morning, curling up against the Janitor’s warm body, his arm draped around JD’s middle lovingly, though seemingly unconsciously. He doesn’t know if anyone saw them curled together, now fully dressed in their sex-stained clothes.
He rests his head against the larger man’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart and feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breathing. He closes his eyes contently, breathing in deeply before drifting back to sleep.
‘This is right,’ he thinks before dreaming of his janitor again.
This was fun. I think I might do another one.