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Jack walked out ahead of him and toyed with the ring as he waited for House to catch up. It bought him enough time to collect his thoughts and pull himself together a little bit more. It was easy to be this Jack, this guy who had figured out...whatever. This guy who was in love with Doctor Greg House. Jack Harkness, boyfriend.

He looked at Greg and smiled, reaching out to wrap his arm around him and take him home to make good on the whispered promises.

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"Right," House murmured. "Right, that's exactly what I want. Uuuugh....."

He moved them slowly toward the bed, tongue tracing the curve of Greg's ear and hand moving steady and slow.

"Sit down," he whispered. "I want to fuck that filthy mouth of yours first."

"Oh you're the one doing the fucking, are you?" House purred, yanking off his tshirt and sinking down onto the bed.

Jack nodded, reaching out to tangle his fingers in Greg's hair. He popped the button of his jeans and dragged the zipper down slowly, watching those gorgeous eyes the whole time.

"Yeah," he said softly. "For now."

House kept his eyes open and fixed on Jack's as first he licked down the length and then wrapped his lips around his cock.

He caught his breath then swallowed hard. Just watching it was enough to make him want to come that second, the way it felt, though...

"Christ, Greg," he exhaled, fingers curling a little in his hair.

House started to suck him off slowly, lips moving over the length of his cock, reaching up with both hands to grasp his hips and pull him closer.

Jack started to breathe faster about the time Greg took hold of his hips. He matched the slow pace, thrusting into it as those lips slipped against his cock. He groaned softly, forcing himself to keep his eyes open.

House kept his eyes on Jack as he continued, even as he let Jack take some control of it. As if to remind him whose mouth he was fucking, and yes baby, I love you, and I love sucking your cock.

He bit his lip and finally couldn't stop his eyes from falling closed, his head from dropping back. He groaned again, louder, pulling at Greg's head when he started pumping his hips faster, having just enough control to keep the thrusts shallow.

House dug his fingers harder into Jack's hips and moaned around Jack's cock, not able to do much at this point but go along for the ride.

"Oh, God...Greg," he rasped, his voice tight and low. Every breath came faster and faster, his fingers tightening and releasing. Jack had given up trying to control himself with Greg. He was so close, that slow burn rising in his groin, the unravelling sensation spiraling low in his gut.

"So...God, close," he whispered, his legs starting to shake.

House slid his hands lower, bracing the backs of Jack's thighs to keep him from shaking, and he pulled him closer, pulling him even farther down his throat.

"Ohfucking..." he choked, grasping Greg's hair and face in both hands, his breath hitching as he arched back, thrust in, and came hard enough to take his knees out from under him. If Greg hadn't been holding him, he'd have likely fallen.

"Greg, God, I love you," he whispered.

House swallowed and then coughed a little before looking up at Jack and smirking. "I love the way you glow after you come."

"Glow, huh?" he smirked, recovering quickly enough to push Greg down onto his back and climb onto the bed, straddling his hips. "You should see your mouth," he said, eyes on the darker, swollen mouth. It wasn't enough to look, so Jack dropped forward, braced himself above Greg, and kissed him slowly, tongue tracing his lips.

"Mmmm..." The kiss seemed to go on forever, but when it finally broke, House murmured, "I think you like the taste of your come on my mouth."

"That's a big part of it," he grinned, licking again slowly. "The other part is the longer I kiss you, the harder you fuck me."

"That's because the longer you kiss me the harder I get," House murmured, grabbing Jack's hand and pressing it to his groin.

"Mmm, that's probably why," he answered softly. "How about you get those jeans off and I'll quit teasing you," he suggested as he crawled off.

"Oh, I don't mind a little teasing," House said as he yanked down his jeans, wriggling out of them. "How about you?"

"Not in the least," he grinned, stretching out a bit beside Greg as he got undressed. "Sometimes it's fun."

"Good," House said. "Turn over."

Jack didn't bother to say anything, he simply obeyed. If House said it, Jack did it...easy as that. He rolled onto this stomach and stretched out, waiting.

House settled himself lazily between his legs, and then bent his head and licked a line down his spine, all the way through to the crack of his ass.

"Ohhh..." he sighed, spreading his legs. "You call this teasing?"

"It will be by the time you're begging me to fuck you," House said before plunging his tongue inside him.

He took a shuddering breath, hips rising to meet the warmth and wetness of Greg's tongue. Jack held onto the sheets and moaned a low, "Greg...fuck..."

House didn't respond, busy with other things, tongue flicking across Jack's entrance and alternately thrusting inside.

Jack gasped, arching and pushing back, begging with stuttering whimpers.

House licked up, not stopping, up Jack's spine again. "What was that?"

"P-please, Jesus, Greg..." he gasped, his whole back tight, spine curved hard.

"Don't stop. God, do anything, just don't stop."

House sucked two fingers into his mouth and then slid them inside Jack as he kissed up his spine until he started sucking at a spot at the nape of his neck.

It stole all words and breath. Jack arched hard, ass rising, back bowing, neck pressing back to Greg's lips. It wouldn't take much more to make him beg and he knew it.

House bit down a little on the spot at Jack's neck as he added one more finger, crooking them towards Jack's prostate.

"Fuckme...please,Greg..." Jack exclaimed breathlessly, bucking his ass to try to get more friction, more anything. "Please...please Greg, God..."

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