Title: Proof is in
Pairings: JD/Janitor, Turk/Carla
Warnings: Sexual Situations, Smut, Slight non/con, masochism, swearing, giving the Janitor a name (yes I did because I can)
Disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs
Summary: The Janitor wants a certain doctor and is more than willing to prove it.
A/N: I was encouraged by the good response from my oneshot. I figure JD/Janitor fics are in too short supply in my opinion. The only ones I can think of off of the top of my head are the three by purplesyringes(fics which i love by the way). I decided that instead of whining about it I would do something about it and this story was born.
A/N#2: This story moves pretty fast because I'm impatient and that's just how I write stories. But I'm still ridiculously proud of it anyway. It was totally worth the cramps in my neck and bum leg from sitting too long.
A/N#3: Daydreams are in italics. thoughts are just between these '...'
Quote that helped inspire me: "Normally, I couldn't care less who's laying your quivering body down by the fire while your lips whisper "No, no...no" but your eyes scream, "Yes. Yes. Oh big daddy, yes!"..." -Dr. Cox (3x7 My Fifteen Seconds)
It was just little things at first. Not too noticeable. He wouldn't trip me with his mop as I walked by, or accuse me of stealing stuff, and sometimes when I opened my locker I'd find things in there that had gone missing. I knew some of it was stuff that he had stolen before. Mostly because he never missed an opportunity to rub something like that in my face.
So the question was: Why was the Janitor suddenly acting so weird?
These were the thoughts that J.D. was considering as he leaned against the nurse's station pretending to be reading a patient's chart. 'Maybe he's luring me into a false sense of security. When I least expect it he'll strike.'
J.D. popped his head out from a bush in the sudden jungle scheme. He sniffed the air before jumping out looking similar to a rabbit complete with floppy ears. The Janitor stands in front of him wearing tradition jungle hunting gear.
JanitorHunter holds his hand out offering a carrot. J.D.Rabbit tilts his head forward and sniffs at the carrot. When he snatches the carrot the JanitorHunter pets his head. Suddenly J.D.Rabbit is knocked out and dragged off into the underbrush by his feet.
J.D. jolted out of his daydream and shook his head. "Crafty Janitor," he mumbled.
"What was that Bambi?"
He shook his head and looked over at Carla. "It's all the Janitor's fault."
Carla sighed, "What'd he glue you to this time."
J.D. shook his head. "Nothing," he said, "and that only happened once." Carla gave him a sidelong look. "All right maybe more than once. But he's too sneaky and I know he's up to something."
"What makes you think that."
"He hasn't done anything to me in a couple weeks."
Dr. Cox suddenly appeared behind J.D. and slapped him on the back causing him to yelp out a very unmanly shriek. "What's the matter Daisy? Has your boyfriend been neglecting you? Forgot your anniversary and didn't buy you that wonderful diamond necklace you've had your eye on? Or did he just not want to spoon with you last night?"
J.D. pouted, "No. I'm talking about the Janitor. He hasn't played any tricks on me in two weeks. It's almost like he's trying to be nice."
"Didn't realize just how much you liked it rough, Newbie." Dr. Cox laughed a little at the look on the younger doctor's face. "Want my advice. Well of course you do. Enjoy it while it lasts because it'll be over before you know it." He pushed J.D. away from the counter and yelled, "Now get to work. Despite popular belief otherwise you're still a doctor here."
J.D. walked off to attend to patients all the while thinking about the Janitor and his sudden change in attitude.
The Janitor stood listening to the exchange just out of sight. He frowned lightly to himself. 'I guess I better try a little harder.'
The Janitor's odd behavior hadn't abated. If anything it got worse. J.D. noticed that his once constant menace had completely stopped bugging him. All of the Janitor's friend's had stopped too. Not to mention that he was finding things like flowers in his locker now. It was starting to get way too strange. J.D. tried taking Dr. Cox's advice and ignoring it. His work day was definitely going smoother, but for some strange reason that J.D. couldn't really explain he was starting to miss the Janitor's constant presence.
The avoidance only lasted a couple more weeks before the doctor was finally approached by the Janitor who had just been standing around. Not working, which was normal at least. He stepped into J.D.'s path and looked down at him.
After a month of odd gifts and even odder looks J.D. finally exploded. "What're you planning! Just do it because you're driving me insane!"
The Janitor just raised an eyebrow at the red-faced, panting Dorian. "What plan?"
"Wha-What do you mean 'what plan?' It's something I know it." He whispered the last part for dramatic effect. 'I'd make an awesome actor. Like Matt Damon or Leonardo DiCaprio. The girls love those guys.'
The Janitor recognized that his target was properly distracted with whatever thought of the moment. He took the opportunity and pushed the doctor into the nearby supply closet. J.D. tumbled inside and fell right on his back. The Janitor slid the deadbolt on the inside of the closet shut.
J.D. looked up at him puzzled. "Why is there a lock on the inside of a closet."
"It'd be kind of hard to not do anything away from everyone else if they could just walk in here and catch me at it." The larger man held his hand out. "Come on Clumsy Doctor."
He didn't want to grab the hand. It was too many times he had fallen for that trick. The Janitor finally got impatient and simply grabbed his arm and hauled him up into a standing position. J.D. pulled away quickly and stared silently at the other man. He knew the Janitor had been up to something.
"Don't be such a scaredy-cat," the Janitor said, "I'm not going to do anything bad to you."
The Janitor shrugged. "Don't want to. Hurt you that is. I like you."
J.D. look incredulous. "Like me? For what...Dinner?"
J.D. curled up on a platter lined with vegetables. He has an apple shoved in his mouth. The Janitor stands behind him sharpening a knife and grinning.
"No way. I'm no one's slow roasted pig. No matter how good they taste."
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing," J.D. shook his head. "Can I go now?"
"No." The Janitor started forward. For every step he took J.D. took another back. Until the doctor was pinned flat against the wall behind him. The Janitor leaned down while bracing his arm on the wall beside his target's head. "You aren't getting it. I expected you to come to me but it's taking too long. I like you. I want you. And I'm going to make sure you want me back."
For the first time, J.D. was speechless. He wasn't sure what to say or even what to think. Nothing had prepared him for this confession. He was expecting a masterful prank that the Janitor had just been waiting to pull. Maybe tying him to the nearby shelves and leaving him there gagged so no one would find him. But never to hear the guy confess whatever the hell he just confessed. Now the Janitor was staring at him expectantly. Waiting for a reply.
"Guh?," J.D. uselessly muttered.
"Have you gone crazy. I'm out of here." He tried walking off but the bigger and obviously stronger Janitor pushed him back against the wall. Now he was being held there with the other man's large hand over his left shoulder. "What do you want from me?," he finally shouted.
"I want you to want me back." The Janitor said it matter-of-factly as if random maintenance men shoved doctors into closets to profess their love everyday.
"This is just another way for you to get to me, and I'm not falling for it." J.D. made another attempt to move but the Janitor held strong. "Besides I don't like men. I'm strictly for the ladies."
The Janitor smirked. "I beg to differ. You have hairgel and a journal in your locker that says otherwise." His smirk widened. "Aside from that. It seems that your more concerned about me playing you than you not liking guys."
"Oh yea...well..." 'Great start Dorian. Now give him all you got. "...oh yea." 'Crap.'
The Janitor kept grinning like he knew exactly what J.D. was thinking. If he could read minds it'd be something like this. 'crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap. IhatehimIhatehimIhatehimIhatehim.'
"Come on Scooter. Give me a chance." He started to rub J.D.'s shoulder with his hand.
'Damn. Why does his hand have to be so comforting. I do not want the Janitor. That look on his face is sexy. Damnit Dorian. Focus. You do not want the Janitor. Say it with me now.'
"I kind of want you too." 'Damnit.' J.D. shook his head hard. "What am I saying? I do not want you."
"Too late. You already said it," the Janitor gloated.
While J.D. stood there gaping at the unfairness of the entire thing. The Janitor took the opportunity and pressed his lips to the unsuspecting doctor. At first, J.D. didn't move. Too stunned to do anything he just sat there as the Janitor moved his mouth against him. His lips were rough and different. Not really what J.D. was used too. He didn't really mean to, but soon he started to get into it and started to kiss back. In his defense the Janitor was good at this.
The Janitor used his right arm that was previously resting on the other's shoulder and pulled the small man closer. He used his body to push J.D. against the wall and hold him there. All the time keeping his mouth on J.D.'s. Soon the doctor grasped The Janitor's work shirt in his hands and tugged at the material. He pushed his tongue against the Janitor's mouth and initiated a deeper kiss.
The Janitor obliged and pulled J.D. even closer. Their tongues were now entwined and J.D. was moaning deep in his throat. Soon he pulled away finally needing air and gasped a little. He put his forehead against the Janitor's chest. It was another weird thing to be the shorter one. He was a solid six feet tall and had never been on the short end of the makeout.
"It's not right," J.D. said finally. "I'm just waiting for the catch."
"No catch. Just us." The Janitor cupped J.D.'s face in his hands. "I'll prove it you. Promise."
"How are you supposed to do that."
"Easy. We'll go on a real date. Than you'll like me for sure." The Janitor grinned like he'd made a super master plan that couldn't fail.
"I don't get it."
"Don't worry. You will." The Janitor pulled away and started straightening his shirt. "You meet me in front of that fancy restaurant down the street tonight at eight." He unlocked the door and was almost gone before he suddenly turned around and said, "Oh and wear something nice." Then he was gone.
J.D. stood there just staring at the door. 'How do I get myself into these kinds of things.'