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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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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.

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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.