[for Greg] Waking in a Winter Wonderland

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Jack rolled over and snuggled closer to Greg. He was fucking cold, and that should have been his first clue. Actually being able to tug blankets up should have been another.

It wasn't until he opened his eyes and looked around that he really got it. There was snow out the window. The glass window. And the hut had become something different entirely. Hell, there was even a potbelly cast iron stove. It was winter, and they were in their own place.

Jack grinned and leaned over.

"Greg, baby. Wake up," he said. "It's winter again."

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[misanthrope_md]

"Mmmmmmph," House mumbled, barely awake. He yanked the blankets up to his chin. "Your feet are fucking cold."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Just for that, he dragged a cold foot up Greg's calf. "Wake up, sunshine," he teased.

[misanthrope_md]

"When did we get a quilt," House mumbled, and then finally blinked awake. "What the..."

He threw off the blankets, and saw that he was wearing thick flannel pajama bottoms and a thermal shirt.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack looked at what he was wearing and shook his head. "Oh, that's so much worse than what you went to sleep in," he grinned as he lay there naked, completely uncovered.

[misanthrope_md]

House looked over. "Aren't you cold?"

Apparently the issue was that he'd actually gone to bed wearing clothes (albeit thin pajama bottoms and a tshirt), whereas Jack had, as always, been nude.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Not yet, but I'm getting there," he answered, moving closer and tugging the blankets back up. "I guess I'll be chopping wood today, huh? I'm sure Stu will let me use his axe."

At least his hand was warm...which was good since it was already underneath the thermal shirt.

[misanthrope_md]

"So I guess this is an annual thing, huh... christ, does it really seem like it's been a whole year since it was winter last?" That meant, for one thing, that it had been over a year since he and Jack had been together.

"I'm torn. On the one hand, real cabin. On the other, have you ever tried using a cane in ice?" He remembered falling on his ass more than once last year.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"No, I haven't," Jack said, settling in half on top of Greg. "It doesn't seem like a whole year, no. We were still in the treehouse then. But hey, you've got less of a walk to the Compound now," he offered cheerfully, his hand working its way higher.

[misanthrope_md]

House's lips quirked a little. "I don't think you really want to have sex," he said. "You're just trying to steal my body heat."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Am I that transparent?" he teased. House was sort of right, though, and Jack added his other hand to the exploration of warm skin.

[misanthrope_md]

"Maybe we should get a bear skin rug and fuck in front of a fire."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Great idea...or..."

One hand continued up, brushing his nipple, as the other moved down to fight with the thick waistband of the flannel bottoms.

"We could use the bed since we're here."

[misanthrope_md]

House licked his lips. "Could you - get me a Vicodin first?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack smiled against the warmth of Greg's neck. He loved getting his way.

"Sure," he said softly, withdrawing his hand and stretching across the man to reach for the bottle. He looked inside before letting one drop into his palm. "This bottle's getting low."

[misanthrope_md]

House took it from him and swallowed the pill dry. "Yeah," he said. "There's maybe half a bottle left after this one. I uh, I set aside one bottle. For the clinic. I mean, I'm going to have to deal with running out eventually anyway, may as well not be a complete selfish jackass about it."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, okay," he murmured, returning to what he'd been doing. All he really cared about was that Greg felt better when he took them...he wasn't thinking about the long run.

Especially not right now.

[misanthrope_md]

House had been thinking about it quite a bit actually, but now wasn't the time to dwell on it. Especially when Jack was doing that.

"Hey, baby..." he purred.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack exhaled softly, melting a little every single time Greg said that like that. He moved so he could look at him.

"Yeah?"

[misanthrope_md]

"Tell me what you want."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I want to make you break a sweat. I want to ride you so hard," Jack grinned, grabbing the quilt to keep it over them both as he swung his leg over and straddled Greg's hips. He curled over him, kissing him slowly. "I want you just how I've got you."

[misanthrope_md]

"Mmmmmm," House agreed, and the kiss lasted quite a while until he said, "You're not getting bored, are you?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Shocking as it might seem? No. I'm not," he murmured, moving along Greg's jaw as his hand moved down Greg's arm to catch his hand and hold it. The ring on his finger had discolored and was shades of browns, and when he took it off there was still a band of lighter skin beneath it.

He dragged the ring across Greg's knuckle, then pulled his arm over his head. "Are you?"

[misanthrope_md]

House actually smiled a little when he felt the ring. "Well it's novel to me just to be having sex regularly, but you..." He flicked his eyes up to meet Jack's gaze. "It is a little shocking."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I love you," he said simply. Just that, and the flash of a smile, and he pulled the covers over his head and moved lower while pushing the shirt out of the way so he could get his tongue and lips against a nipple.

[misanthrope_md]

"I love you too," House murmured. "I just... I want to make sure that you tell me if you're ever, you know... because, you know, I'm willing to.... try things, whatever..."

Maybe it was that Jack had seemed so unsettled lately, or maybe it was some residual unease about what had happened with Wilson and Ianto and Daniel, or maybe it was just the realization of how long they'd been together... but House found himself suddenly concerned that they were going to wake up one day and suffer from lesbian bed death without warning.