[for house]

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[continues from here]

True to his word, Jack was in House's bed that night. He was late, waiting until well after dark before returning. He left his coat by the door and slipped into Greg's room and stripped, sliding into bed with him.

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[misanthrope_md]

House was sound asleep. He'd waited up for a while, but when it got too late he thought maybe Jack wasn't coming after all, and a bit dejected, had fallen asleep.

Now he stirred awake at the feeling of another body in the bed. "Jack?" he murmured groggily.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He eased in closer, his arm draping lightly over Greg as he pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder. "Expecting someone else?"

[misanthrope_md]

"No..." House squinted into the darkness, still trying to wake up. "Just wasn't sure if you'd make it."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I keep my promises," he said softly, hands moving lower over chest and stomach.

[misanthrope_md]

"Well now you have to... wake me up..." Not that that was difficult, considering how House's body was already reacting to the attention.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack smiled, nuzzling in against his ear. "Wake up," he purred, hand moving steadily lower and skating along his thigh.

[misanthrope_md]

House groaned softly. "You do know how to wake a man up, baby."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"God, you feel good," he whispered, hand moving back up, figertips brushing soft, wiry hair as he passed on by back up to his stomach.

[misanthrope_md]

"So do you..." Honestly it just felt so good to be touched like that, to relax. He'd been so tense the past few days. Worried about Jack. Worried about Chase.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack shifted so he could get a better reach. His hand was warm and soft as he mapped Greg's stomach, chest, shoulders and arms, before carresing his throat and leaning in to kiss him softly.

[misanthrope_md]

House sighed contently into the kiss. "I could just lay her all day, with you touching me like that, and be perfectly happy."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I can do that," Jack replied. "But I'd rather do this...roll over on your stomach."

[misanthrope_md]

"O...kay." House kissed him softly and then rolled over. Perhaps slightly apprehensive, but more aroused than anything else.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Once he was settled, Jack rolled onto his hip and braced himself over Greg, kissing his back. He moved slowly, kisses overlaying kisses as he moved from shoulder to shoulder, down his spine, over muscle and nerve in silence.

[misanthrope_md]

House had his arms folded, head resting on them, and he closed his eyes and felt his entire body relax under Jack's hands and mouth.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack worked his way lower, fingers trailing over freshly kissed flesh. His tongue flicked lightly at the crease beneath his tailbone before he turned his attention to the rising curves of his ass.

[misanthrope_md]

House sucked in a breath and waited, for... something.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Nothing shocking came...xcept for the fact that he kept on as he had been. Not a single bit of skin went unkissed as Jack shifted again, steadily working his way toward Greg's feet.

[misanthrope_md]

House's entire body felt like it was made of jello. "Jack..." he murmured.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He gently took up one leg, pressing his lips to the sole of Greg's foot, then each toe in turn. "Like it?" he asked softly.

[misanthrope_md]

"I can't care where you're touching me, it feels fucking amazing," House sighed.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack breathed warm and slow over his instep, more kisses falling all the way to his ankle before moving to the next foot and repeating the whole thing with the other foot. "Some people don't..."

[misanthrope_md]

"Don't like you touching them? Insanity..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Roll over," he purred once he'd finished with Greg's foot. "I'll keep going."

[misanthrope_md]

"Anything you say, baby," House murmured, and rolled over, wincing a little. His right hand twitched at his side, as it would have been instinct to pull up the sheets to cover his leg.