[for greg]

[more_flexible]

Jack left Roger and Prior after the song ended and headed for the clinic. He'd hoped House would still be in there and the shot had taken effect.

The look in his eyes spoke volumes.

"Hey," he purred, leaning against the door once he'd closed it.

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[misanthrope_md]

House looked up from a stack of papers, his glasses, sliding down on his nose. He did indeed know that look. "... yes?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Are you busy?" he asked, not really caring if the answer was yes.

[misanthrope_md]

"Not... really, no. For god's sake, Jack, you're looking at me like I'm a wounded hyena."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"...A hyena?" he asked, then cracked a smile as he pushed off the door and crossed to him, offering his hand. "Come here."

[misanthrope_md]

"Where are we going?" House sighed as he grabbed Jack's hand with one and his cane with the other.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Nowhere," Jack replied, wrapping his arms around Greg's waist. "I just wanted to see you."

[misanthrope_md]

"Well here I am," House said. "Now that you've seen me what are you going to do?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Without another word, Jack leaned in and kissed him slowly.

[misanthrope_md]

House had a feeling that might be where this was going. Still, he wasn't going to complain, since the clinic was empty. He slid one arm around Jack's waist and kissed him back.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

When he finally pulled back, he was wearing a completely shit eating grin. "The jukebox played Night and Day."

[misanthrope_md]

House snorted. "Oh, I see."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"You want to go play the piano?"

[misanthrope_md]

"I guess so, unless there's an audience."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack looked up at the clock and shook his head. "Five o'clock. They'll be gone. Come on."

[misanthrope_md]

House frowned. "What's at five o'clock?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, but Roger has something with Prior at five. He's pretty punctual about it," he shrugged. "It means we'll have it to ourselves."

[misanthrope_md]

Ahhhh.

House snorted, shaking his head. "I've got to hand it to him, I wouldn't have pegged Roger for being so responsible or so generous. But there you have it." He paused. "Unless they're sleeping together. Are they sleeping together?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"If they aren't, they should be," Jack shrugged, taking his hand and tugging him toward the door. "You should see how they dance."

[misanthrope_md]

"Well I guess that's... convenient," House said, mostly thinking that it was a little odd. Of course, there were stranger things to bond over than disease.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack quirked a smile. He knew he'd been right in what he'd told Roger.

"Come on," he urged. "Play for me."

[misanthrope_md]

House sighed a little and slid onto the piano bench, then cracked his knuckles and started to play "Anything Goes."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack stood behind him, watching his hands and guarding him from any eyes that might peer in. Mostly, he was just touching. Being close.

"In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking, but now, God knows...anything goes," he sang, his hands resting lightly on Greg's shoulders.