[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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[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.

[misanthrope_md]

"So you like my fingers, do you?" House murmured, slicking up one finger with oil and then deliberately teasing Jack's hole.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack's agreement was muffled, or it was until he drew bac and groaned, arching his back. That only helped to push his ass up higher, spread him just a little more.

""Like...is a word," he said quietly, letting his hand take up what his mouth had been doing.

[misanthrope_md]

House bit back a groan as he pushed his finger deeper, crooked towards Jack's prostate. "I could make you come just like this, you know, easily."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Chrst, yeah," he choked out. Jack licked his lips and dropped again, squeezing hard around Greg's finger. It pulled him deeper inside and Jack gasped, the rush of air chilling the wet skin.

"Fuck me like that and I'll come on your chest," he threatened, then added, "Then I'll have to lick you clean."

[misanthrope_md]

House added a second finger and pushed both deep, stroking Jack's prostate deliberately.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He could barely breathe and the friction of his cock against Greg's chest was good. Really good. Not good enough for him to be moaning like he was. The way it built up, the way his groin tightened with that hot, slow pressure.

When he came, he had Greg's cock sucked tight enough that he couldn't pull away. He could still feel where Greg had pulled his hair, just a little, and between that and the self-inflicted gag, he ardly made a sound as he spilled across Greg's body.

[misanthrope_md]

"Fuck!" House gasped, a bit surprised by the sudden sticky warmth in addition to the feeling of Jack's mouth still wrapped around his cock.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack barely faltered and was bobbing on Greg's cock while he ground his hips, dragging his own waning erection agaist the hot slickness. His mouth and hand worked in tandem, bringing Greg close, then changing, slowing down, speeding up. Anything to keep him at just 'close'.

[misanthrope_md]

"Oh fuck - " House gasped, "oh christ - " It was maddening by now, and he found himself rasping, "Weren't you going to... lick it off?" Anything to change up the maddening routine.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He swung himself around, spread and braced above Greg. One brief look, then he lowered his head, his tongue drawing long lines across Greg's chest as Jack made the lewdest noises possible.

He could feel the press of Greg's cock against his thigh. It was just enough to make him thrust his hips, grinding against him until the slick wetness dried between them.

[misanthrope_md]

House's breathing was coming out in shallow pants now, and he finally managed to rasp, "What.... now...?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack chuckled darkly, moving up to lick Greg's lips. "Now? Now I'm going to ride your cock so slow, when you come you won't be able to breathe," he promised.

[misanthrope_md]

"As long as... fuck... as long as I actually get to come."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He shifted and rose to his knees, watching Greg with dark, half-lidded eyes. "Not even half as fast as you made me," he said as he eased down, groaning as he took Greg in nearly painfully slowly. He was still slick and Jack had gotten just enough come on him to ease the entry.

"This...is my favorite part," he sighed as his fingers curled into fists.

[misanthrope_md]

House groaned softly. "You don't miss... topping...?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"In case you didn't notice," Jack pointed out, "I am on top."

[misanthrope_md]

House didn't quite have it in him to roll his eyes at that moment, but he did manage to say, "Well I guess there's no mistaking who's in charge in this situation. But you... know what I meant."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He rocked slowly, just enough to barely qualify as moving at all. "Of course I miss it. And women. And a lot of things. But I have this. You," he groaned as he slid back, taking the full length. "...all of you."

[misanthrope_md]

"Fuck, Jack," House gasped. He wanted to come so badly that it was all he could do not to start just bucking his hips wildly. "Please..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"And besides...you let me fuck you, sometimes," he continued, leaning forward so he could move against Greg like he he was pitching, taking his time building to a faster pace.

"You look so good like that," he whispered. "With come running down your legs. And the way you moan..."

[misanthrope_md]

House sucked in a breath, shuddering a little. "Keep talking," he whispered.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I know what you like, Greg. With your ass in the air and my hand pulling you off. Fuck, I don't even have to pull...I just fuck you harder," he purred. "And you're so damn tight. The longer between times? It's like fucking a virgin."

[misanthrope_md]

House swallowed hard, his eyes dropping closed. "Goddamn, Jack..."