you are beautiful to me | JD/Turk | R
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myficsTitle: you are beautiful to me
Rating: R
Pairing(s): JD/Turk
Word Count: 1,138
Summary: When JD finds that getting into med school doesn't help him get girls, he wonders if maybe he's just ugly.
Disclaimer: Bill Lawrence & NBC own Scrubs. Not for profit.
Thank You: This was written to thank![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
agirlcalledkil for beta'ing 31,800 words of Doug/Todd fic for me. I love ya!
JD had thought that once he got to med school, he'd be getting girls left, right, and center. He's a future doctor, after all, and surely that still means something. But he found out after about the first week that while he looks at himself and sees, "Future rich guy who saves lives," girls look at him and see, "Guy who has a lot of student loans to pay off, not to even mention the fact that a lot of his classes involve dead bodies." Not exactly a turn on.
Somehow, though, Turk doesn't have that problem. He seems to be able to project the future rich guy image perfectly, and girls are always coming around to their dorm and asking JD to leave. He spends a lot of time in the library because the last thing he needs to see is Turk post-"water balloon fight" with one of them.
It sucks, though, that he ends up spending a lot of time with his right hand while Turk's getting all the girls. He's funny, damn it. That should count for something.
***
"Hey, Turk?"
"Yeah?"
"Am I fugs?"
"What?"
"Am I fugs? Because I don't think I am, but I never get any girls, so I guess I am and—"
"JD, you are not ugly."
"Then why have I been jackin' it for the last month and you've been going through half the freshman class?"
"Probably because you try too hard. Girls like laid back guys."
"I'm relaxed. I'm the picture of tranquility."
"You're kind of uptight, dude."
"But I'm not ugly?"
"No."
"Well, that's something, at least."
***
"Turk?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you think of dudes?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like, humpdey hump-wise, what do you think of dudes?"
"I don't really think of them at all."
"Oh."
"Why? Are you thinking about them?"
"Not really. Just thinking that since the girls don't seem to dig my scrawny but bendy vibe, I'd try the dudes."
"JD?"
"Yeah?"
"I will find you a chick."
"Thanks."
***
Two months later, Turk still hasn't found JD a chick.
***
At six months into med school, JD is pretty sure he's never going to graduate because one day he's going to be in class and his balls are just going to explode right off and he'll be thrown out for general indecency.
He tells Turk as much, and that's when Turk suggests they go to a party.
***
To Turk's credit, he really does try to find JD a girl. He spends most of the party getting girls drunk and waving them off in JD's general direction, but it's like fate doesn't want him to get laid or something, because the first one bumped into a way hotter guy and left with him, the second one turned out to be a lesbian, and the third made it halfway to JD before throwing up and running out of the party screaming.
"I'm sorry," Turk offers at the end of the night, his words slurred worse than the drunken lesbian's.
"'S okay. Let's just go home."
The walk back to their dorm takes forever, mostly because they're both trying to hold each other up, but they finally make it home without getting hit by any cars or passing out on any curbs, so JD definitely counts it as a win.
"Sorry I couldn't find you a girl," Turk mumbles as they step inside. "Dunno why."
"It's because I'm fugs," JD sighs, plopping himself down on his bed.
"You are not ugly, JD."
"No, I am. I'm a future doctor. Girls like that. So I just have to be like...paper-bag-on-the-head ugly to cancel that out."
"JD, you are not ugly. That third chick really wanted to do you."
"She was so drunk she threw up on her own shoes and ran out of the party."
"Yeah, but before that, she wanted you."
"And you don't think that maybe that's why she wanted me?"
"I—whatever, dude, you're not ugly."
"It's okay, Turk. I can be like that Phantom of the Opera guy. I'll learn to play the organ."
"I think the lack of sex has already forced you to learn to play a certain organ, but whatever."
"Pervert."
The room goes so quiet JD thinks maybe Turk's fallen asleep, but when he opens his eyes, Turk is kneeling by his bed and staring at him like he's trying to perform telekinesis or something.
"Turk?"
"I—" Turk licks his lips and then he's leaning in, and JD doesn't even have time to wonder what the hell's going on before Turk's lips are on his.
"What are you doing?"
"Shut up, JD."
"But—"
"Shut. Up."
Turk kisses him again, slow and soft, hands tangling in JD's hair. He has no idea what's going on, but whatever it is, as long as Turk keeps kissing him like this, he's strangely okay with it.
Turk climbs into the bed on top of him because there's no room for him on the side, hips pressing down against JD's.
He's hard, but that's not really surprising considering it's been months since someone came within five feet of his dick.
"Turk—"
"You're not ugly," Turk says like they're somehow in the middle of an argument and not in the middle of what is definitely pre-post-coitus.
"Okay," he says, because his brain really isn't focused on arguing right now.
He thrusts his hips up against Turk's, gasping and panting, because this is more action than he's gotten in months and sex feels even better than he remembered.
Turk kisses him again, tongue sliding against JD's hot and wet, swallowing his moans and whimpers.
He doesn't last very long, but Turk doesn't seem to care. His orgasm rocks through him like a shockwave, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, rolling through him like thunder.
"JD," Turk gasps as he comes down, shaking and stammering. Turk's head tips back and his eyes fall closed, and he keeps saying JD's name over and over like it's all that's keeping him sane.
It's sticky and sweaty and probably a little gross, but Turk's still on top of him, coming hard and fast, and JD thinks that if this is his reward for holding on six months without sex, maybe he could do it again.
When it's over, Turk doesn't say anything to him, just rolls off of him and gets into his own bed, and the next day he won't talk about it at all. But it happens again three months later, and again a month after that. JD eventually loses track of how many times they do it, but by graduation he thinks it's probably in the multiple-dozens. It stops when they start work at Sacred Heart. JD knows enough not to ask why.
fin
Rating: R
Pairing(s): JD/Turk
Word Count: 1,138
Summary: When JD finds that getting into med school doesn't help him get girls, he wonders if maybe he's just ugly.
Disclaimer: Bill Lawrence & NBC own Scrubs. Not for profit.
Thank You: This was written to thank
agirlcalledkil for beta'ing 31,800 words of Doug/Todd fic for me. I love ya!JD had thought that once he got to med school, he'd be getting girls left, right, and center. He's a future doctor, after all, and surely that still means something. But he found out after about the first week that while he looks at himself and sees, "Future rich guy who saves lives," girls look at him and see, "Guy who has a lot of student loans to pay off, not to even mention the fact that a lot of his classes involve dead bodies." Not exactly a turn on.
Somehow, though, Turk doesn't have that problem. He seems to be able to project the future rich guy image perfectly, and girls are always coming around to their dorm and asking JD to leave. He spends a lot of time in the library because the last thing he needs to see is Turk post-"water balloon fight" with one of them.
It sucks, though, that he ends up spending a lot of time with his right hand while Turk's getting all the girls. He's funny, damn it. That should count for something.
"Hey, Turk?"
"Yeah?"
"Am I fugs?"
"What?"
"Am I fugs? Because I don't think I am, but I never get any girls, so I guess I am and—"
"JD, you are not ugly."
"Then why have I been jackin' it for the last month and you've been going through half the freshman class?"
"Probably because you try too hard. Girls like laid back guys."
"I'm relaxed. I'm the picture of tranquility."
"You're kind of uptight, dude."
"But I'm not ugly?"
"No."
"Well, that's something, at least."
"Turk?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you think of dudes?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like, humpdey hump-wise, what do you think of dudes?"
"I don't really think of them at all."
"Oh."
"Why? Are you thinking about them?"
"Not really. Just thinking that since the girls don't seem to dig my scrawny but bendy vibe, I'd try the dudes."
"JD?"
"Yeah?"
"I will find you a chick."
"Thanks."
Two months later, Turk still hasn't found JD a chick.
At six months into med school, JD is pretty sure he's never going to graduate because one day he's going to be in class and his balls are just going to explode right off and he'll be thrown out for general indecency.
He tells Turk as much, and that's when Turk suggests they go to a party.
To Turk's credit, he really does try to find JD a girl. He spends most of the party getting girls drunk and waving them off in JD's general direction, but it's like fate doesn't want him to get laid or something, because the first one bumped into a way hotter guy and left with him, the second one turned out to be a lesbian, and the third made it halfway to JD before throwing up and running out of the party screaming.
"I'm sorry," Turk offers at the end of the night, his words slurred worse than the drunken lesbian's.
"'S okay. Let's just go home."
The walk back to their dorm takes forever, mostly because they're both trying to hold each other up, but they finally make it home without getting hit by any cars or passing out on any curbs, so JD definitely counts it as a win.
"Sorry I couldn't find you a girl," Turk mumbles as they step inside. "Dunno why."
"It's because I'm fugs," JD sighs, plopping himself down on his bed.
"You are not ugly, JD."
"No, I am. I'm a future doctor. Girls like that. So I just have to be like...paper-bag-on-the-head ugly to cancel that out."
"JD, you are not ugly. That third chick really wanted to do you."
"She was so drunk she threw up on her own shoes and ran out of the party."
"Yeah, but before that, she wanted you."
"And you don't think that maybe that's why she wanted me?"
"I—whatever, dude, you're not ugly."
"It's okay, Turk. I can be like that Phantom of the Opera guy. I'll learn to play the organ."
"I think the lack of sex has already forced you to learn to play a certain organ, but whatever."
"Pervert."
The room goes so quiet JD thinks maybe Turk's fallen asleep, but when he opens his eyes, Turk is kneeling by his bed and staring at him like he's trying to perform telekinesis or something.
"Turk?"
"I—" Turk licks his lips and then he's leaning in, and JD doesn't even have time to wonder what the hell's going on before Turk's lips are on his.
"What are you doing?"
"Shut up, JD."
"But—"
"Shut. Up."
Turk kisses him again, slow and soft, hands tangling in JD's hair. He has no idea what's going on, but whatever it is, as long as Turk keeps kissing him like this, he's strangely okay with it.
Turk climbs into the bed on top of him because there's no room for him on the side, hips pressing down against JD's.
He's hard, but that's not really surprising considering it's been months since someone came within five feet of his dick.
"Turk—"
"You're not ugly," Turk says like they're somehow in the middle of an argument and not in the middle of what is definitely pre-post-coitus.
"Okay," he says, because his brain really isn't focused on arguing right now.
He thrusts his hips up against Turk's, gasping and panting, because this is more action than he's gotten in months and sex feels even better than he remembered.
Turk kisses him again, tongue sliding against JD's hot and wet, swallowing his moans and whimpers.
He doesn't last very long, but Turk doesn't seem to care. His orgasm rocks through him like a shockwave, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, rolling through him like thunder.
"JD," Turk gasps as he comes down, shaking and stammering. Turk's head tips back and his eyes fall closed, and he keeps saying JD's name over and over like it's all that's keeping him sane.
It's sticky and sweaty and probably a little gross, but Turk's still on top of him, coming hard and fast, and JD thinks that if this is his reward for holding on six months without sex, maybe he could do it again.
When it's over, Turk doesn't say anything to him, just rolls off of him and gets into his own bed, and the next day he won't talk about it at all. But it happens again three months later, and again a month after that. JD eventually loses track of how many times they do it, but by graduation he thinks it's probably in the multiple-dozens. It stops when they start work at Sacred Heart. JD knows enough not to ask why.
fin
