"I'm glad we're finally going to live together. It'll be great for our relationship."
Turk looked over at JD as they walked into the building containing the first of their potential future apartments. "JD, man. What'd I say about the Gay Talk?"
JD blushed. "Sorry. Long hours...no brain." He gave a crooked grin and shrugged his shoulders in apology.
Turk nodded and let it go. He'd learnt long ago that being best friends with JD meant putting up with an embarrassing amount of unmanly sexual tension. It was all JD's fault, of course. "So, here we are," he proclaimed as climbed the steps to stand outside the door to the first apartment. "Ready?"
JD bounced up and down on his feet excitedly. "I'm *so* ready!!"
Turk shook his head, never quite understanding where the hyperactive puppy genes fitted into JD's heritage. He unlocked the door and they respectively walked and bounded inside.
"Oh, no, now this won't do," said Turk instantly, shaking his head.
"Why?" asked JD as he poked his head through the nearest doorway. "It's got a roof, walls..." He looked over, grinning.
"Yeah, but that's all it's got going for it," replied Turk, disapprovingly. "Look at the window. Look at the *view*."
JD turned, bemused and wandered over to the window. He stared outside and saw that the apartment block next door had at least thirty windows with a prime view into the room where they were standing. "So?"
"So," mimicked Turk, walking up behind JD to wrap his arms around the other boy's waist. "You might be into exhibitionism, but I'm not."
JD giggled and spun around in his friend's grip. "Aw, you mean that scary old man up there in the beer-stained shirt staring at us right now isn't doing it for you?"
Turk paused as if to consider. "Hmm, you're right. How 'bout I bend you out the window now and-"
He received a push backward and the sudden departure of his friend for his teasing. He turned around to find JD peering into what would be the potential bedroom.
"Curtains," JD stated, after turning his head to meet Turk's gaze. "Curtains on the window, *then* the apartment's perfect."
Turk rolled his eyes. "You're not into this apartment-searching thing, are you."
JD shrugged. "It's fun when we're not spotting problems with it," he answered honestly.
"Well, you want to have a good apartment we can actually *live* in, yeah?"
JD nodded, hanging his head slightly in defeat. "Suppose."
Turk burst out into a wide grin. "Awww...the look of the crushed and defeated. Yes! I reign dominant in our relat-"
JD's head snapped up, a sparkle to his eyes. "Our *what*?"
Turk's expression was already on 'innocent'. "Our manly macho friendship, is what."
JD grinned. "You know, one day you're gonna have to admit we're more than friends, right?"
Turk shook off the comment as nonsense. "Nah. We're best friends. None of this girly 'dating' stuff. Not us, nuh uh."
JD sidled up to him and wrapped his arms around his friend's waist, pulling him closer. "You said 'dating'..." He leant forward into Turk's look of denial and gave him a shy kiss on his lips. "Don't know many best friends that kiss..."
Turk fought to keep his eyes rolling closed in pleasure. "Technically..." he began, not even trying to resist the gentle nibbling that was being administered to his bottom lip. "*Technically*, you haven't surveyed all the best friends in the world to have a solid argument there..."
JD sighed and gave a sideward shrug of his head in acknowledgment. "True," he replied, pulling back slightly. "Maybe we should stop until the official survey's been conducted, then."
Turk laughed, pulling his friend forward again. "Like you'd last," he retaliated, reached his hands around to grab hold of JD's arse firmly. "You're just one big walking hormone. You'd implode."
A feigned look of insult crossed JD's expression. "Hypocrite."
"And proud of it," replied Turk swiftly, as he dipped his head to suck deeply at a patch of bare skin on JD's neck. The boy gasped but Turk was away and to the door before any comment could be made.
******
Apartment Number Two was no better.
"You can hear the neighbours talking," whispered JD melodramatically as he pointed through the side wall. "Thin walls."
Turk raised his eyebrows, instantly seeing why thin walls would be a problem for their 'friendship'. "Right. Next one."
******
Apartment Number Three was an improvement.
"I like this place," commented Turk, approvingly. "Thick walls, nice *private* view..."
"Check out the bedroom!!" came an excited squeal from the adjourning room. "We could get a *huge* bed!!"
Turk rolled his eyes and walked over to the doorway of the potential bedroom. "Is sex *all* you think about?"
JD grinned. "Prefer I didn't?"
Turk laughed, a glint to his eyes. "Nah, wouldn't have you any other way, m'little nympho." He started a cool swagger across the room. "Speaking of which..."
JD giggled and tried his best to look hard to get. He failed miserably after witnessing Turk play a mock strip show, slowly peeling off his shirt, leaving only his bare skin visible, muscles basking in the attention of JD's stare.
"Hey, Turk..." gulped JD as he began unconsciously fidgeting with the ties holding his trousers up. "Am I easy?"
Turk grinned ferally and nodded. "Hell, yeah."
A barely audible whimper escaped JD's mouth and he dropped to the floor, legs spread wide. "Then, can we pretend this is a bed? Can we, can we, can we, please, *now*?"
"Have I ever mentioned how much I love it when you beg?" chuckled Turk as he stepped forward and bent over to pat his friend's head teasingly. "But no, we can't."
JD gasped, clearly shocked that he could be rejected at such a desperate time. "*Why*?" he whined, pitifully.
"Because the kind lady showing us around this apartment will be back in a moment and I don't think she'll want to see-" He paused and considered the rest of his sentence. "Well, hell, she *might* want to see us grinding the ol'-"
"TURK!!" JD began a new fit of giggles, blushing as he did so. It constantly amazed Turk that his best friend could be so crude at some times but so incredibly innocent at others.
The real estate lady chose that moment to return to the apartment and as JD was mortally embarrassed at being around her, they were resigned to move on in their search.
*******
Apartment Number Four was perfect.
"Thick walls," Turk nodded approvingly as he banged on them and received no shouts of complaint. He walked over to the window and peered outside. "JD, man!!! THE VIEW!"
JD came bounding over from his inspection of the bedroom and jumped on Turk's back to peer out the window. He gaped for a moment, taking in the completely uninteresting view of the neighbouring street that he was presented with. He sighed and jumped back down as he heard his friend begin to chortle softly.
"That was low," he whined, trying to keep a reproving expression his face. "You made me think we had, I dunno, a view into a strip club or something." He pouted.
That just made Turk's laughter increase in volume. "Nah, sorry," he replied, trying to manage a straight face. "I just wanted you to come over to me. Quickly." He gave a few wiggles of his eyebrows to emphasise his intentions.
JD grinned, his interest now fully involved once again. "Why didn't you just *say*?!" He pulled off his top and set in on the ties of his pants.
"What, *here*?!" Turk nearly screeched, his eyes darting to the door where their current real estate man had left from after giving them a preliminary spiel about the apartment. "I just meant kissing! We can't do *it* here!"
JD looked up after pulling his pants to the floor and stepping neatly out of them. "Why not? He said he'd meet us downstairs." He paused to reach around the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down to his feet. "Are you saying..." He sniffled for effect. "That you don't *want* me?"
Turk rolled his eyes in frustration and performed a little jig of indecision where he stood. "Aw, *JD*! You can't do this to me!"
JD kicked his boxers across the room. "Yeah, I can," he replied with a cheeky grin. "I reckon we're going take this apartment so we might as well christen it, yeah...?" He dropped to his knees and then further onto his hands as well.
Turk whimpered. "That's...that's just *evil*..." He began fidgeting with the ties of his own pants, wanting to be rid of the material. "You know, you're my best friend. You shouldn't treat me like this." He gave a reproachful look that had absolutely no impact of JD, who was currently waiting impatiently.
"You're right," replied JD. "Best friends don't do each other on the floor of their new apartment. Maybe we should just stop." His expression conveyed that there was only one possible reply to that.
Luckily, Turk gave it. "Screw best friends. Literally," he smirked and quickly struggled to pull all his own clothes off and fall down to his knees behind JD, taking his position. He then jumped up again and ran to the door to flick the safety chain into place.
JD laughed. "Good thinking."
Upon a quick return, Turk kneeled back down and fumbled through the pockets of his discarded pants. "Eureka!" he declared, wrapping his fingers around the lube he knew was in there from their activities that morning in a closet of the hospital's Emergency Ward.
He fumbled with the lid in his haste, finally managing to unscrew it. He squirted a liberal amount of the slick contents into his hand. JD took to pushing his hips backward with accompanying whining noises to hasten the process along.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" protested Turk as he finally managed to coat his cock with the lube and grab a firm hold of JD to still the impatiently moving hips of his friend. "Don't expect a epic performance here, is all I'm saying," he added in frustration, as he felt his already erect cock impatiently protesting the lack of attention.
JD gave a martyred sigh as he shifted upon his hands and knees. "Cock. Arse. *In*," he cried, giving a wiggle of his hips to emphasise the point. His own cock was practically prodding himself in the stomach, making its own protest known.
"Don't have to tell me twice!" exclaimed Turk, not even bothering to think whether he had actually been told twice or not. He pushed forward and penetrated the outer ring of muscles with the head of his cock.
JD let out a low moan, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Bit faster...any time you're ready," he groaned out impatiently.
"Maybe if you were *quiet*, I could get my focus going!" retorted Turk, as he pushed forward hard in one deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
JD responded by doing the opposite of what he was told, and groaned so loudly that they were lucky that thick walls were an essential part of their apartment-searching criteria.
Turk began thrusting back and forth faster, his rhythm finally set to his approval. He felt JD tighten instinctively around him and responded by pushing harder, securing a firmer grip of the bare skin of his friend's hips as he thrust forward, almost pulling JD back to meet him with each rapid thrust. Just as predicted, it was not long before he felt a different sensation of tightness spread up between his legs, coursing into heat as it sped into his cock and finally burst into release deep inside his best friend's body. He let out a long groan, matching JD's who had come a moment earlier and was barely holding himself up from falling bonelessly to the ground.
They did fall, both in a pile on the floor, JD only moving as he felt the wetness of the carpet beneath him and protested by pushing and grunting until Turk got the message and rolled over. They lay still for a moment to recover.
"I like being best friends with you," commented JD as he lay staring at the roof. "Nice ceiling, too, by the way."
Turk followed his gaze up. "I agree with you there, on both points," he replied. "We should probably be getting downstairs and signing our names on the lease, because there's no way I'm letting this apartment go. Too many fond memories now."
JD nodded as he grudgingly pulled himself upright and managed to stand up. "I agree."
"And anyway," commented Turk, absently, though there was a twinkle to his eyes as he spoke, "it's only fair to take it now we've already stained the carpet."
JD looked down and blushed pure red.
THE END.