Relax, I'm a Doctor

[Jason Campbell]

He called. Again. sometimes, Jason felt like he should just let him suffer a little. Maybe that would teach him a lesson. Or maybe Jason just never should have suggested him to simply give him a call directly, instead of going all the way to the hospital and hope he was currently working and that he’d have him as a doctor. After all, people could see him at the hospital, there were papers to fill, notes to take that would forever be in his record and there was a limit to how much Jason could tweak his medical file. Besides, a guy like JJ attracted way too much attention to himself. He was getting pretty known amongst the nurses. And Jason assumed it shouldn’t take long then for JJ’s police captain or whatever his boss’ title was would know about his regular visits. It couldn’t reflect well on the man, right?

Still, Jason was growing a little tired at times to either have him barge in his home or to come to JJ’s. Seriously, can’t the man take one night off? Not that Jason was called all the time but the second he was, he would notice the other, older wounds. Not to add that JJ’s power made him a total adrenaline junkie and somewhat of a horny beast who didn't seem to see a problem in the fact Jason was not attracted to men. Maybe he thought it was just because he never tried. Not like he was all that interested in doing so with him though. Besides, whenever Jason was around to have a look at him, JJ was usually in too bad a shape for any kind of action. So Jason considered himself safe for now.

As he left his car and walked to his door, Jason couldn’t help but wonder what he did that time. Another fight, probably. If so, Jason was sincerely sorry for the other guy, or guys. As he knocked on the door, another thought cross his mind. Please, let him be fully clothed this time. Or even with just some pants, he could settle for pants only. So long as there was something...

[JJ Johnson]

There were no pants; as far as JJ was concerned, there would never be pants when Dr. Campbell was involved. The doctor presented a bit of a challenge to JJ. Unlike so many of his conquests, he couldn't just outright force Dr. Campbell to sleep with him. That was usually how it worked: JJ either wooed (somehow) or bullied (most likely) someone into sleeping with him. He did generally make up for it by being fairly good in bed, so much as you didn't mind some rougher treatment, which did, on the occasion, result in a second go around. But JJ's usual tactics just weren't usable on Dr. Campbell.

Because JJ needed Jason. The other guy had a healing gift, and JJ jacked his body up with alarming regularity. in point of fact, that was part of the reason why the police department was willing to keep JJ around. He proved a remarkably effective meatshield, super dedicated to his work. He got plenty of reprimands and shit though, not to mention the paperwork. Hence why JJ was thrilled that Dr. Campbell offered house calls. Little to no paperwork, healing touch, and JJ usually felt better in the morning. He did actually pay Jason, surprisingly. JJ was, however, himself, which meant leering, and, well, a general lack of pants.

in this case, it didn't help that JJ had several bits of gravel sticking into his side. He'd had to tackle a mutant whose powers had gotten out of control in the Downtown area. Usually security got to those first, but sometimes the cops needed to, and, if those cops were JJ, they were almost too eager to do it. It also meant that his side hurt like hell and he needed, well, Jason. The rest of his body hurt like hell, and his knuckles had been scraped up again. Three guesses what he was doing there.

"Doc, awesome, you're here," said JJ. He had a bottle of cheap beer in one hand and he took a swig before pointing, "need your healing touch, right here man. Lay it on me."

[Jason Campbell]

The main problem with a patient like JJ Johnson was... what was the correct word for it? Oh yeah, sexual harassment. Horny still seemed an understatement when referring to him. Jason was pretty sure even rabbits would not be able to keep up with JJ. He knew it was just a response of the adrenaline. It caused a rush and a boost of energy the man needed to spend with physical activity. But Jason would wish for him to understand it would still be no coming from him.

Jason never lost his temper on JJ about this. Anyway, you don’t want to piss a guy like him, he had biceps bigger than his head and the strength that came with it. He could however stop seeing him at any moment should he push too far. In the meantime, Jason was simply replying to his, he assumed it was flirt, with a cold shoulder and calm yet firm reminders that he was not interested.

Jason closed his eyes a second when his ‘favourite’ patient opened the door. Of course, no pants. Why did he keep hoping it would be any different? Although this time he might be ready to give him an excuse. With his flank in that state, the friction of fabric against the skin might have been too painful. What a surprise, Jason guessed right!

Saying nothing about the suggestive comment, Jason simply entered the house, closing the door behind him. No need for his neighbors to see it all. “Please tell me there isn’t some random guy almost dead at the emergency thanks to you right now,” he let out in a whisper. He knew it was useless to talk like that. It was impossible to reason with him. He forced JJ to turn to the side so he could examine him. “Let me take the gravel out first,” he pointed out. It would be pointless to heal him if he had to reopen him to take the gravel off afterwards. A good thing he still thought about bringing his bag with medical supplies.

[JJ Johnson]

"Nope!" said JJ, then he chuckled and took a swig out of the bottle. "This time I was doing the saving, all heroic and crap. Some jackass let his powers get all fucked up, and I had to do the whole diving on the grenade shit. Which is why I've got all this crap in my fucking side," he gestured at the gravel patch on his skin. It did look like he'd at least done some basic first aid, which, given that this was JJ, probably meant that he'd poured some alcohol over it.

"Right, so you want me to go lay down or something?" asked JJ. He offered Jason a knowing smirk. Because obviously JJ wanted to drag the doctor into his bedroom. He'd gotten Jason in there a time or two once, not that he'd been able to do anything. One of those times he'd been so drugged with painkillers that he couldn't really remember it, like, at all. He only vaguely recalled something about his bed and some painkillers and junk, it was all a bit of a haze.

JJ did walk a little further into his apartment, nudging a few things with his foot. The place was, unsurprisingly, a pig's sty. Actually, strictly speaking, that was probably unfair to pigs. JJ walked/stumbled his way toward both his couch and his bed, both of which were in the same general direction, more or less.

[Jason Campbell]

It was not like Jason didn’t believe JJ as he claimed to have played the hero and all. Jason was not cynical to the point of thinking JJ was nothing but a stupid brute unable to do the right thing. You don’t become a cop by beating the crap out of everybody. The fact he managed to survive without a trip to the hospital however... But Jason didn’t bother much to think what happened to that poor mutant who let his power go out of control. He was not his patient. JJ was.

He could see that something had been poured on the wounds on his side. He assumed JJ poured alcohol or maybe just water to clean the wound. This probably the only thing he was able to do. Had the gravel been on his arm, he would probably have cleaned it but it was not as easy to do it on your own when it’s your flank that’s in such a state. He nodded to JJ when he asked if he should lie down. Only afterwards did he notice the smirk and the ‘trap’ he fell into. Well, a little late, but it was not like it would mean anything. Besides, he would need to either sit or lie down. And it was not the first time Jason went to his bedroom. He preferred that actually. Should JJ be sitting on a chair and collapse on him, Jason wouldn’t be able to drag him or even just prevent him from hitting the ground. At least would he already be on his bed should he faint.

He made his way carefully, not wanting to stumble on anything and hit the ground, you don’t know what could be lying down there. “You let the adrenaline kick in during that heroic and crap moment? Or your normal level was enough?” he asked. He considered it legitimate. Because obviously if JJ had a rush, it was far from over. He did look like he had plenty more energy to spend. Somehow, Jason was only partially comfortable with this.

[JJ Johnson]

That nod was more than enough for JJ, who likely thought himself quite special at having tricked Jason into heading that far in. However, despite JJ's bravado, he still hurt like hell. That was always the price he paid for his antics and his power: his body would seek its revenge after the fact. JJ rarely cared, especially at the time, but now, when each step sort of hurt and his side felt like someone kept raking talons over it, he cared quite a bit. He ended up pausing at his couch, sitting on the head of it and taking a few breaths before self-medicating with another swig of his beer. When it proved empty, he shook it, double-checking, before tossing it over onto the floor.

"What the fuck you think happened?" he asked Jason, looking up with a raised brow. "Kid was going all nuts an' stuff. 'course my adrenaline got pumping. Was how I got to him before he got hurt," was how JJ often got to people before they got hurt. He didn't really care, not about the people, not really. He wanted the attention, to be the first one there, the one doing all the awesome shit and getting the praise for it. Plus, he knew damn well that this was the only thing he was good at. This was what he got paid for.

"Man, I need another beer," mumbled JJ, turning to look at his tiny, ill-used kitchen. He had a few more stashed away in the fridge, but he really didn't fancy getting up to get them. He sat there, debating whether it was worth getting up to go get one or not.

[Jason Campbell]

There was some irony in the fact Jason would still come and heal JJ. He refused to do that to his own father, claiming the man would only destroy himself. But the same could be told of JJ. The guy clearly refused to give his body a break, despite Jason constantly telling him he should ease off should he ever wish to live to his thirtieth birthday. Normal people would feel the pain as the adrenaline washed out of their system, they would feel drained. But it was nothing compare to JJ for sure. Still, the man didn’t seem to understand. Oh well. If he wanted to crash and burn, it was his choice. Jason was not his mother and gave more than enough times his medical opinion on the matter.

He let JJ sit on the couch. He looked around for a chair, a footrest, anything really he could sit on. That done, he started cleaning his wound. “Obviously that kid was not enough for you, you still look like you’re itching for a fight,” he pointed out. Well, his body sure hurt. He knew JJ would not fake the pain for him, he was far too macho for that. But once that would be nothing but a bad memory as Jason would heal it, he would have tons of energy still left to spend on something. And Jason didn’t want that something to be himself.

Jason sighed when he complained about wanting another beer. “Just give me a few minutes, you won’t die if you don’t get one right now,” he pointed out. JJ had to make a choice here: going up for a beer or letting Jason clean his wound and heal him. The decision was easy.

Once he got the gravel out to the very last piece, Jason placed his hand on JJ’s side and let his power work. He carefully made sure to heal only his side. He figured he could deal with bruised knuckles. Perhaps that would teach him. “As good as new. Satisfied?” Jason said, letting go of JJ and putting things back in his bag. “I’d like to take another blood sample eventually.” Right now he didn’t have everything to do it. But Jason wanted to analyze the level of adrenaline in his blood.

[JJ Johnson]

"I'd settle for a fuck," drawled JJ, as subtle as ever. He didn't really try to eye-fuck Jason this time, which said a good deal for how he actually felt. JJ hated making decisions like this, choosing between getting his game on and getting healed, but he just kept reminding himself that some people were more useful doing certain things for him than others. Jason was cute, but there were plenty of cute guys that JJ could take; there was only one that was willing to patch him up.

Even if that patching did mean sitting still and not getting a drink. JJ grumbled at that, but he did settle in, even lifting his arm to let Jason do his thing. JJ winced with a few of the bits, particularly ones that had wedged deep into his olive skin. He really wished that he had another beer or something, but he figured that he could grab one soon enough. JJ might even be able to convince Jason to take one, maybe as payment for the house-call or something. That felt about right.

"Oh yeah, that's the stuff," said JJ, even adding a grunt as Jason's hands touched him. he sighed, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation. If nothing else, it felt good to have the irritation removed from his side. There was something nice about being on the receiving end of Jason's power though, something that JJ was more than willing to accept and comment upon.

"Feels weird," mumbled JJ. He said that pretty well every time. he reached over and touched the side, grunting. It felt all fresh and new, which was definitely odd to JJ. "The hell you want my blood for anyway? You some kind of vampire?" JJ snorted. He would've believed it. He stood, wobbling for a moment. "Don't you have to stick around for a bit, see if it worked? I got more than one beer in the fridge," JJ jerked his thumb at the machine in question. "We could do a physical too, if you want to check me out," and JJ stretched, displaying his over-muscled, moderately scarred body for the viewing. Let the hotness do its work.

[Jason Campbell]

Ah, the subtlety of JJ Johnson. Jason gave up about this a long time ago. Where others would see harassment, he decided to think it was better than feeling his hands running everywhere on his body. Jason made it quite clear: he tried his way and it was over or he could continue to heal him for free anytime he would need it. JJ made a choice. To Jason, his words were rather empty, just the only attempt he was allowed to do and so would keep doing from time to time. Besides, Jason always replied to those comments with relative indifference. “And I’m sure there’s a hooker who will be happy to settle with you,” was apparently today’s reply.

JJ might be grumbling about sitting still but he did it nonetheless. In comparison to some other times Jason was here to heal him, JJ was actually quiet. He saw him yelling and being overly aggressive due to the pain, just like he could find him on the verge of collapse. Tonight, Jason would say he got out of this pretty well.

Technically, Jason was not exactly healing. He provided the body with the energy required to heal itself at a faster rate. Therefore, if the wound would itch as it heals, it would itch. If something had to shrink and disappear, like a tumor per se, it would and the perhaps would feel it shrinking. So yeah, the feels weird stuff JJ mentioned, totally normal to Jason. He assumed it would be weird to have the skin grow back as new. Not that he would know, he wasn’t able to heal himself.

“I want to do like Angelina Jolie and carry some in a vial around my neck,” he replied when JJ joked he was a vampire. It was not the first time he asked for a blood sample. But he usually was at the hospital. “I just want to analyze your level of adrenaline.” Yeah, boring medical reason. Jason wished he would just let him try some chemical cocktails to balance his adrenaline level. But he knew JJ liked it as it was. With a more balanced one, he wouldn’t be as aggressive and apparently, aggressiveness meant efficiency for the man.

When he suggested a beer, Jason hesitated. Sure this didn’t ask too much of him but he was weakened now and the alcohol would hit him harder than usual. But when he decided to give Jason a show, his eyebrows lifted in the air, the rest of his face showing how unimpressed he was by all that. Not that it was not impressive to have such a strong-built body. But Jason saw enough of it already. “I’ll just go for the beer.”

[JJ Johnson]

"Wait, did they make prostitution legal in Kalispell? You'd think they'd make some kinda public service announcement," said JJ, clearly not quite getting Jason's joke. He was already wondering just how much of his bank account he could blow on hookers and still survive. He figured at least half, give or take. But hiring prostitutes wasn't quite a fun as someone he didn't have to pay... well, who said he couldn't have both?

JJ was nearly wrapped up in this little fantasy of his, so much so that he didn't quite understand the whole Angelina Jolie thing. He just stared at Jason, mostly thinking that Angelina was super hot, which was about as far as his brain normally got, really. Jason then offered an explanation for the whole blood thing, a boring explanation that had JJ going "pfft, lame, but yeah, I guess," he shrugged. He was tempted to demand something from Jason from it but again, he knew better than to argue with the doctor. Plus, the healing thing took a lot out of JJ, plus he was sort of on a low from his earlier adrenaline rush, plus the beer (the one he'd so recently finished not having been the first he'd drank in recent time). So this was about as complacent and placid as JJ got.

"Awesome, grab two," said JJ, holding up the fingers and falling back to land on the couch. He bounced a few times, wincing, then chuckled. "Man, this shit is just intense. I really need to just find somebody to fuck or something," he groaned and rubbed his face. It had been a while, too long, in his estimation. Gah, he wanted a beer. "Where the hell is that beer?" he asked, not really  caring that it hadn't exactly been long.

[Jason Campbell]

Anyone who had entered a room and felt they were the smartest person in there would know exactly how Jason felt at the moment. He would not say JJ was an idiot, he was way too politically correct for that. But let’s face it, the man used his muscles a lot more than he ever used his brain. Seriously, you’d think a police officer would know better than a doctor what was legal and what wasn’t. And then his face as Jason talked of Angelina Jolie. Could someone with a brain enter this house right now? In the end, Jason had a small smile at his reaction. He did think JJ better not see it because right now he looked like a parent finding the moody attitude of their little kid almost cute. Yeah, better not let JJ know he thought that for a second.

When Jason accepted the beer in the end, he didn’t realize he was the one who had to go and pick it up. He wasn’t sure he wanted to have a look at his fridge. Who knows, there might be things in there so out-of-date that they were actually live. “You need to be more careful how you use your power. If you would just try to balance your adrenaline level you’d extend your lifestyle and still be able to do what you do best,” Jason started to say as he walked towards the kitchen and the fridge. A part of him wondered why he still bothered telling JJ things like that. The guy would not listen anyway. No matter the shape he ended up into after the adrenaline rush was leaving him, he still went for it. Well, you needed not to be a mutant to be an adrenaline junkie.

He was opening the door of the fridge when he heard JJ say he could really use a fuck right about now. Not what Jason liked to hear. He needed to think of something. “Maybe a bar would sound better then. All the alcohol you want and you might just get someone who actually wants to sleep with you,” Jason suggested. And that person would not be him so he was the winner in all of this.

[JJ Johnson]

JJ just groaned as Jason lectured him about his lifestyle choices and the use of his power. Nothing that Jason said sounded new to the cop. Various health officials and superiors had been singing that same damn song to JJ for ages now. "Balance is for pussies," growled JJ. he moved a bit, wincing as he felt the new skin adjust to it. His body had more or less caught up, but that didn't magically take away all the exhaustion and such. Shame that Jason's magic fingers didn't do that as well.

The fridge opened; it looked pretty much like you'd expect. A couple of six-packs of cheap beer filled most of the top shelf, along with what looked like some leftover Chinese food and a half drunk 2-liter of some off-brand soda. Most of the rest of the fridge was just a random collection of half-eaten leftovers and a few condiments, mostly in the form of those little packets that fast food joints handed out on a regular basis.

JJ did hear Jason's suggestion, and he barked a laugh. "Don't think I didn't think about it. I could've totally pointed out my wound and been all like 'check this shit out! That's some quality hero shit right there'" JJ chuckled. He'd obviously done that before, and he'd have no qualms about doing it in the future too. "And what about all those whores you were talking about? They already leave town or something?" he twisted, staring in Jason's direction, mostly wanting to follow the other guy as the beer approached. Delicious, delicious beer.

[Jason Campbell]

As expected, his words were greeting with a grunt and a shrug. Not like he expected for it to actually sink in that head of his but still, he felt like it was his duty to remind him every now and then. With someone else, the chemicals would be greeted with a sigh of relief, but JJ was not one of those who tried to keep things ‘under control’. He supposed, in a way, that it meant he was accepting himself as he was. Now he was just trying to find something positive out of everything.

Jason honestly thought JJ would jump on the idea of going to a bar. But apparently he was wrong about this. Then again, he could absolutely picture JJ showing off his battle scars expecting girls to fall for it. Seriously, there really were people thinking like that? And here you thought only comedy had guys like those. “I’m surprised no girl offered to be your nurse,” he replied sarcastically as he opened the fridge. Well, at least it was easy to spot the beer. In fact, his fridge somewhat look like his. Jason was ashamed to admit it, but he was a terrible cook and even worst at thinking of actually buying food. It resulted in a lot of frozen dinners and restaurants takeovers.

Taking the beer, he joined JJ back in the living room as he asked about the whores. Really? “Do I seriously look like the kind of person who knows where the prostitutes are?” He better not answer that. Giving JJ a beer, Jason sat back where he was earlier as he healed the guy and opened his beer. “I’m afraid you’re on your own if you want any girls,” he commented. Anyway, he bet JJ was still getting more girls with his brutish charm than he was.

[JJ Johnson]

Under most "normal" circumstances, JJ certainly would've jumped to go to a bar. Those circumstances didn't generally involve him feeling like warmed up shit, so yeah, not moving from the couch. In actuality, JJ doubted that he could even really do anything to Jason if the guy dropped trou and bent over on the couch. Not that he was going to say or even suggest that to the good doctor, not with his legendary stamina.

"Oh, they definitely offered. Nothing gets the panties dropping like heroism, man," JJ chuckled and then made a sliding gesture with one hand. "Sploosh, right to the floor," another chuckle, and JJ was again twisting to try and see what was taking Jason so damn long. JJ's fridge wasn't all that disorganized; certainly shouldn't take all that long for someone to fetch drinks or something. Ah, there the beer was! JJ grunted and took his, popping the top on the nearby coffee table and taking a pretty hefty swig of it. Stuff felt great going down, even if JJ suspected he'd be regretting it later. He figured he'd be regretting a lot of things later.

The doctor's response about the whores made JJ grunt, pulling the bottle down, "Well, yeah, I figure the doctors know where all the hookers at. They gotta get their checkups and shit, right?" he shrugged and took another pull, as if just accepting this as a fact of life. "But if there are any, I guess I can find out. I got sources and shit," he moved and sat the beer down on his chest, leaning back and closing his eyes. He took several deep breaths, almost forgetting that he still had Jason nearby. JJ pried open one eye and looked at the doctor. "I don't get you though, man. You won't drop trou for this hot piece," he gestured at himself, "but you don't seem interested in chicks either. You some kinda freak? I know they don't castrate doctors; I've seen the pornos and that ER shit," he pointed at the TV, clearly the source of all JJ's information.

[Jason Campbell]

In the end, Jason knew little of JJ. Sometimes, he felt like there wasn’t much to know about him. But he supposed even the fake guys of Jersey Shore had some substance, somewhere, well hidden. JJ was human after all and Jason knew mostly just what he saw thanks to all the healing he did for him in the past year or so. Jason simply shook his head, not that JJ could see, as he commented the whole heroic trick on girls. “You sure have one thing in common with most heroes: you seem impossible to kill, or to stop,” he commented as he joined him. This of course was not working on Jason. Well, if JJ had breasts instead of juiced up biceps, perhaps it would but he didn’t want to go there. He was actually hoping this conversation would not turn solely on sex as it would give him way too many opportunities to hit on the poor doctor.

He almost shook his head again when he saw at what speed JJ was gulping his beer down. But hey, it was his life and they were in his home. It was not like he’d have to drive or anything. The worst he could do right now possibly was to fall asleep in a puddle of his own vomit. Embarrassing, maybe, disgusting the next morning, for sure, but not life threatening. Besides, Jason thought he was no better so he would not comment on that.

Checkup on whores, right. “We doctors are a bunch of lazy asses, that’s why we invented clinics, so we don’t have to walk anywhere,” he replied. Sorry JJ but Jason had no desire to bring out the possibility of calling girls here. Somehow, having an orgy in this apartment was not his idea of a good time, even thought it probably was JJ’s.

As JJ whined over the fact Jason didn’t seem all that interested in his body, his only answer was to take a gulp of his beer. Jason already made it quite clear that he was not homosexual, bisexual any whateversexual that would make him want to bend over for JJ. He frowned however when he was called a freak as JJ seemed to think he was not interested in women. The porn and ER shit barely marked him in comparison. “I love women. And I can assure you I’m not castrated. I just don’t try to get one in my bed every night,” he corrected. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that, now JJ will want to look for himself. Or not understand how you don’t want a hot, naked girl in your bed. Sure Jason liked the image but let’s be honest he was not the best at talking a girl out of her clothes.