[for greg] Vicodin, Merry Christmas

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Too many parties, too much to drink. He'd had a hangover for two days and he'd spent a lot of time in the shower just trying to wash the smell of alcohol off of himself.

Finally sobered and clean, he made sure his hair was dry before he bundled up and made the trek back to the cabin. He opened the door with panache, smiling as he proclaimed "Hi, honey, I'm ho--"

House was on the bed, turning a pill bottle that didn't tick anymore. It was quiet. That meant empty. Jack's gut twisted, but his smile didn't fade in the least.

"Home," he finished.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know." Jack leaned in and kissed him lightly, just once. "You're a good boyfriend."

[misanthrope_md]

House snorted. "Oh, yeah, I'm a jewel. Merry Christmas, you get the spend the next week holding my head over a bucket."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"And I had such big plans. I was going to freeze my balls off, and maybe hold people's hands when the shelf decided their reels would be great gifts," he said, arching his brow. "I'd rather be here. With you. However."

[misanthrope_md]

"Well this is a good time to be with me," House said. "How do you feel like spending my last hours of freedom?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack's eyebrow arched a little higher and he grinned. "You still feeling okay right now?"

[misanthrope_md]

"They always say the last one in the bottle is the best."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, I see," he answered, then started tugging Greg's shirt up. "I'm going to take advantage of that fact."

[misanthrope_md]

"Mmmm," agreed House, reaching for Jack's shirt as well, shuddering a little when the cool air hit his skin. "Once I'm in too much pain for this will you let me watch you jerk off?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"If that's what you want," Jack whispered against Greg's neck. He made quick work of the shirt and started on his jeans. "Sorry about not having that bearskin rug."

[misanthrope_md]

"I was just thinking how long it's been since you've gone a week without sex," House teased, sliding a hand down to Jack's crotch, skating his fingers deftly over the outline of the beginnings of his erection.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"It's been a while," he nodded as he caught his breath. "Nnnngh, God. Greg, if it'll make you feel better, I'll put on any show you want. I know you like to watch." He pressed his bare chest against Greg's, then caught him by the neck and kissed him hard.

[misanthrope_md]

"I sure like to watch you," House agreed, and lowered his head to nip lightly at the skin on Jack's neck. "How could anyone not?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," he chuckled as he moved them both toward the bed. "I know what you like to watch, too. I'd do the dirtiest things. Make you want to fuck me so bad..."

[misanthrope_md]

"I always want to fuck you. Want to fuck you right now."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"How bad?" he asked, his voice deeper, hungry against Greg's skin. He reached inside Greg's open fly, gripping the hard ridge through his boxers. "Oh...that bad..." Jack sank to his knees, mouthing his erection through the fabric with hot breath and hungry lips.

[misanthrope_md]

"Oh jesus," House gasped, reaching out and tangling his fingers tightly in Jack's hair.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He reached for the waistband and jerked down, catching Greg's cock in his mouth. He plunged forward, taking it all in one hot, wet swallow.

[misanthrope_md]

House's fingers tightened in Jack's hair, yanking. His hips thrust forward a little, almost involuntarily. "Ugh..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack sucked him relentlessly, almost gagging, until he was slick along the whole length. Then he let go and looked up. "Get on the bed."

[misanthrope_md]

Good thing, because House had been sure his knees were about to buckle.

"Oh, so you're giving the orders today are you?" he said with a smirk as he sank back onto the bed.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Are you following them?" he grinned, slipping his own pants off and crawling on top of him. "Touch me."

[misanthrope_md]

"Where?" House asked, even as his hands slid up Jack's body, skidding from his sides across his chest.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack lowered himself enough for one lingering kiss, then was off Greg entirely. "I'm going to suck your cock. I'm going to lick you...get you so fucking close you'll beg. Enough build up for you to have something good to think about. Distract yorself," he said as he skimmed his lips over Greg's cheek and jaw.

"And all I want is those fantastic fingers inside me, making it tough to stay focused," he whispered in his ear.

[misanthrope_md]

House sucked in a ragged breath. That was already pretty distracting. "Okay..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Grabbing the oil, he pressed the bottle into Greg's hand before straddling him and leaning down, offering his as for Greg to do whatever he wanted. One tug, a gentle pull, then all his hand was there for was to keep Greg steady so he could explore everything he already knew in intimate detail.