[private party]

[more_flexible]

[continued from here]

House didn't really dislike Jack, and besides, that was just how he was when it came to sex. It seemed like a stupid thing to label oneself, but he was... a generous lover. Moreso after his leg. Compensating for his own insecurities. It got him off to know that he was getting someone else off.

Of course, he wasn't thinking this now, he was thinking that it was nice to hear a sound like that, and that god it felt good, the friction, the water...

He supposed he should be surprised that he wasn't more hesitant or nervous after the weekend, but this was entirely different. This was how it should be. Flirt, ask, get. Jack licked his lips and leaned back more until his shoulders were against the wall. House's lips made his knees weak, and between that, the firm pressure against his cock, and the steady rhythm of the water, he groaned again softly.

Fingers traced the swell of House's ass, then slid up higher to hold his waist. He wished for an instant he could talk, but mostly because he just wanted it not to end.

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[misanthrope_md]

Ironically, House tended to get kind of... talky, when he was stoned.

House slid his hands up Jack's torso - lightly, careful of the bruises - as his lips traveled over his neck, across his collarbone, up to his ear, always far away from his mouth.

"Since you can't talk," he murmured, "you want me to do enough for the both of us?"

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He shivered and arched back, pressing his shoulders against the wall so he could grind his cock against House's, the water between them making everything slide so easily. He nodded and opened his eyes, turning his head and craning his neck. He doubted House would do much considering the damage, but it was just the act of offering, of saying yes to everything without saying a word.

[misanthrope_md]

House made a low sound of pleasure in the back of his throat.

Lips still close to Jack's ear, House ground against him a little. Figured dirty talk was a good way to allow him to call the shots, too, which House figured was important considering what he'd been through. After all, he couldn't talk but he could nod and shake his head.

"You want me to fuck you?" he murmured. "How do you like it, Jack - hard and fast and wet?"

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He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and nodded, then shook his head. Not fast...not hard. He bucked slowly against House and slid his hand back down as he shifted his feet and found a new balance so he could drag his foot up his calf.

[misanthrope_md]

Okay, good. See, this worked. Communication.

House licked the outside of Jack's ear. "Mmmmm slow then. Want me to tease you, want me to make you beg for it... well. Maybe not out loud."

House slid a hand between them, between Jack's legs, underneath, brushed two wet fingers lightly against his entrance.

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He breathed harder, lips parted as he gasped and spread his legs more. Grinding down against his fingers made him whimper softly, begging already.

He let his sore arm rest against the wall to brace him just a little more as he turned his head a little to rub his cheek against House's. It felt so good, especially high as he was. Everything felt good. Soft around the edges. Nothing to be afraid of...

[misanthrope_md]

"Turn around," House whispered.

If it weren't for his leg, he'd do it just like this, have Jack hike his legs up around his waist and fuck him with his back against the wall.

But yeah, that wasn't going to happen.

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That was all he needed to hear. He shifted again, careful not to slip, and turned in the space between House and the wall, wet skin sliding easily against wet skin. He pressed his chest to the wall and canted his ass back, rolling his hips and grinding against House's cock as he moaned softly in his throat again. He hoped House would just keep talking, touching him, telling him what to do.

[misanthrope_md]

Holy fucking shit. Hot.

Jack seemed to like him talking, so he kept doing it. Reached down and slid two fingers inside him, then three, as he murmured, "Going to fuck you, Jack, gonna make you feel so good... good thing we're in the shower, hmm, feels so dirty..."

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"Ohhh," he moaned, finding some hoarse voice to offer House as he thrust back against his fingers, his body clenching and pulling them deeper. He couldn't stand the cold slip of tile against his cock so he pushed his hand lower, grasping the firm flesh and holding on as he gasped and sobbed with need.

[misanthrope_md]

House wanted to take hold of Jack's cock himself, but in this position he had to put an arm above him on the shower wall to keep the weight off his leg.

But he was still determined to make this good - really good - so he sucked on an injured spot on the back of Jack's neck as he crooked one of his fingers expertly towards his prostate.

"I know you can't talk," he rasped, "but I'm gonna make you scream on the inside."

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He nearly lost his knees, dropping a little before standing again. Just to get his legs to stop shaking, he let his back slip, writing serpentine as he fucked his hand and ground back onto House's fingers. He knew this trick...fuck, the man knew just what he was doing. Strangled mewling cries rushed from him as he moved faster, faster, harder...

His forehead dropped against the wall as he came, wanting desperately to scream, say a name, anything, anything at all but these mute sounds he was capable of.

[misanthrope_md]

House was a little surprised when Jack came, but goddamn it was so hot he didn't mind at all. He groaned just from watched, from feeling a pulse around his fingers, from hearing small sounds of pleasure that obviously wanted to be louder.

He waited a moment for Jack to relax, then withdrew his fingers and kissed his neck again. "Christ you're something to watch, Jack," he murmured. "I hope it's okay if I keep going because if I don't fuck you I might keel over and die right here."

He paused, slid a hand around to caress Jack's inner thigh and added softly, "Bet I can make you come again."

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It only took him a moment to compose himself before he nodded emphatically and reached behind his back to touch House.

That was one of the more idiotic things he'd done in his lifetime. He barked out a sharp cry and pulled his hand back, arm curling up on itself.

Despite the pain, or in spite of it, he didn't stop moving his ass against House's cock. He wanted him to keep going, not stop even a little. He could find some more pot later for the pain.

[misanthrope_md]

House was alarmed for a second, then murmured, "Shhhhh," and ran light fingers down Jack's injured arm. "You'll forget all about it in a minute."

He carefully positioned himself, and remembered Jack's request for slowness, and so he pushed inside slowly, deliberately, almost teasingly.

And was completely overwhelmed by how good it felt. Dear god, so fucking tight. He'd just assumed...

"God, Jack," he groaned, head falling down onto Jack's shoulder. "God..."

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He smiled as he listened to House. The thought of being Jack, God of Fuck made him smile even wider, and he had enough of his senses back to not just passively take it. He fucked him, pushing back and clenching as he pulled away. He loved the way House sounded, the way he touched him, the way his body felt against his back as he slipped inside him.

[misanthrope_md]

House's breathing became irregular as he started to move a little faster, fucking Jack, not too hard, but god so tight, so good...

"Yeah Jack..." he rasped. "Fuck yeah... wish you could tell me how it feels, but I can guess..." He smirked a little and flicked his tongue into Jack's ear. "Feels good, doesn't it? All filled up? So fucking good..."

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The smile slipped to a simple O as he moaned with each thrust. He wanted more, wanted voice, wanted...fuck, he didn't even know what he wanted.

He spread his feet wider and dropped his chest, leveling out his ass. He couldn't move as well so he decided to risk one more stupid act. He took a deep breath and as he exhaled he begged with one whisper,

"Harder."

[misanthrope_md]

"Fuck!" The sudden shift in position brought House even deeper.

He heard the plea and was not going to argue with that.

And he figured, oh fuck it, and kept his arm braced above Jack but rather than using his other hand to guide himself he slid it around to grip Jack's cock, and started to pull him off in coordination with his harder thrusts.

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Jack. God of Fuck. He rolled his eyes back at the feeling of House driving deeper, hand around his cock, fucking him like he'd said. He could feel a tight pull inside as his cock stretched him, dragging and slidig and Jack couldn't stop the animalistic grunt as he pushed back and thrust forward in matching rhythm.

He had a mouth on him, it was nice to know he didn't just spew venemous insults. Promises made in whispers weren't hollow. Gods, Jack could listen to him read a stereo manual and it would be sexy.

[misanthrope_md]

"Christ Jack," House gasped as he felt his body start to tighten, felt himself starting to get close. "You're so tight, so fucking tight, feels so good..."

He was just trying to keep up the pace, really wanting Jack to come again first.

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That was it. If he'd wanted to, if he could have concentrated, he could have held out. Not like this, though. Not spread wide with House jerking him off and telling him how it felt. He gasped, managing an H sound as he breathed out before hissing an S...as close as he could get to his name before he bit his lip and jerked hard, ass closing even tighter around his cock as his stomach tightened and he came again, harder but with almost nothing behind it.

[misanthrope_md]

Oh. Dear. God.

House was glad he didn't have to hold out any longer, not that he could have with the sudden tightness around his cock, the briefest whisper of his name, the movement of Jack's body.

"Fuck...." he groaned as he came, pressing up against Jack and then sagging a little, arm sliding down from the wall above Jack.

When he could move, he kissed the back of Jack's neck and murmured, "You can call me Greg when we're fucking."

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He could barely hear him over the pounding in his ears. It was so warm suddenly. The pulsing of his cock and the sensation of being filled as House came made him groan again, bucking back and not wanting it to be over. He had no idea that was what it felt like.

'Greg' was beyond him right now, but he could whisper 'House' so he did, over and over as lips pressed to his skin and the orgasm gave way to a delicious calm.

Without ceremony, Jack stood up and Greg slipped from him, but instantly he turned and wrapped his arm around his waist and laid his head on his shoulder. Just a touch of affection so House would know Jack hadn't used him.

[misanthrope_md]

House was a little surprised, but was a little grateful for it as well, because he didn't want it to seem the other way around either.

Jack, he thought, was not a prostitute.

When Jack raised his head, House pressed his lips to his jaw, careful to still stay away from his mouth.

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He smiled brightly, obviously pleased with himself. He didn't just stand there gloating, though. He blinked once, indicating nothing really, then moved behind House and grabbed the soap. He rolled it in his palm and proceeded to wash Greg's back, whistling softly as he did.

If he could have talked, he may have told House about the geishas and tayuu in Kyoto or that bath house he'd gone to for a week and a half on Argolis.

House was probably the luckiest man on the island right now, being bathed and treated to a bit of Air on a G string after sex instead of having to listen to Jack talk.

[misanthrope_md]

House was a little surprised by suddenly findiing himself being washed, but he didn't really mind, especially after how icky he'd felt this morning.

"How's your arm?" he asked, craning his neck a little to look back at him.

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Another shrug and he held his palms upward. Honestly, both arms felt about the same, and the splint was driving him crazy.

Other than that, he was fine and he continued washing House slowly, moving lower and washing his legs. If House hesitated to label himself, Jack most certainly did not. He was generous and devoted to the body before him without reserve. A flash of a question of how House would react to Jack's attentions crossed his mind, but the leg wasn't any different than Jaime's arm or Six's perfection in his eyes. Every body was beautiful, and he did his best to make House feel that way.

[misanthrope_md]

The attentions to his leg did make House slightly uncomfortable, but he didn't want to draw attention to it. He was just glad that he'd gotten through the sex without much pain - especially considering that the last time he'd had sex in a shower he'd fallen afterwards.

He hadn't expected this sort of treatment from Jack, but it was kind of nice... and he felt good about what they'd just done.

Felt like a bit of a stud, actually.

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Jack took his time, partly from the need to move slowly and partly because he would have anyway. Body done, he moved to Greg's hair. He could only use one hand, but he knew all the pressure points, all the spots that would make the nerves sing.

When he'd finished that, he nodded to the spray and began soaping himself. He actually began to look forward to getting his voice back just so he could tell House...something.

[misanthrope_md]

House stepped under the spray to get the soap out of his hair, but at the same time gently caught Jack's wrist, the one holding the soap.

"What, you're not going to let me?"

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He looked almost as surprised as he had at the kisses against his neck. He opened his mouth, then shut it again and handed the soap off. He wouldn't turn him down, it was just all so, well, not how things went.

[misanthrope_md]

Well, okay, so Hous liked to be reciprocal, but - he had another reason for offering, which is that he wanted to take the opportunity to examine Jack's injuries. He expected the bruises and such were all fine and would heal well enough on their own, but he hadn't really gotten a good look at him when they'd brought him in.

Besides, he just appreciated a beautiful body.

He was so, so very careful every time he moved in the shower, because he was not going to slip and fall just because of the necessarily awkward distribution of his weight. He took the soap from Jack and started at the back of his neck, fingers tracing some of the outlines of his bruises as he washed him.

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He was fine with it, surprised, but fine, until he realized what House was doing. It was easier to be sore and pretend it was from something else...anything else. He could have jumped from a train or been in a bar fight. He could have done anything at all, but here, naked and wet with House not only touching him, but really looking at him, he could only close his eyes and try to be still. It had to be over soon...

[misanthrope_md]

It didn't take long for House to sense Jack's tension and suspect what it was about. Well, he'd gotten a decent look anyway and decided that he was right, there didn't seem to be any permanent damage. Maybe Jack would let him check his shoulder once they were out.

Hoping to make him feel a little better, when he finished he slid his hands up the length of Jack's sides as if admiring the lines of a sculpture. "Fucking gorgeous," he said matter-of-factly, and stepped aside so that Jack could rinse off under the water.

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He let out the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding and stepped into the water. The sensation of the pounding heat running down his body as he watched the water swirl down the drain pulled him away from thinking about the bruises. House thought he was gorgeous. It was good someone did...it helped Jack think of himself that way as well, just as a fact and free of conceit.

[misanthrope_md]

Interestingly, House liked Jack quite a bit better after this, and it had very little to do with the actual sex. Which, come to think of it, was kind of ironic since the reason he'd liked him before was the fact that he'd said he didn't want to have sex with him...

Huh. House took a deep breath, inhaling the steam, and then stepped out of the shower stall. Very carefully.

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The water off, Jack followed behind, snatching up a towel and securing it around his waist as he threw another on on the floor for House to stand on and handed him the last in the stack.

Moving over to the mirror out of habit, he wiped it off with a bare hand. The shitty pot had worn off with the exertion and endorphins and he was thinking clearly enough to study the bruising. He hadn't really looked, except to see his stomach and his arms.

His fingers wandered up to his neck, then down his chest. Suddenly, there was no bathroom. There was no House. Fucking gorgeous...he had to have been kidding.

[misanthrope_md]

That was a look House knew all too well.

As he wrapped a towel around his waist, covering his own scars, he said, "They'll fade."

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Even if he could have spoken, there was nothing to say to that. Of course they would. In a month, no one would ever know by looking.

Jack heaved a sigh and turned his back on the mirror before nodding at House. He dried off and left the towel flung over the edge of the stall as he went back to the bed and fought with the stupid gown.