[for house]

[more_flexible]

[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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[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.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

But the sheets were safely pinned under Jack who was busy working his way up Greg's right leg, slowing once he reached the knee and devoting slow flicks of his tongue along the smooth scars. He breathed slow and even, his free hand fisting the sheet for control.

[misanthrope_md]

House tensed a little at first but then relaxed again. He swallowed hard and watched Jack with heavy-lidded eyes.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Moving slowly and fluidly, he positioned himself between Greg's legs, his mouth moving slowly along the line of the muscle, the missing tissue, and the scar in particular. It took every ounce of control to move up and in, reluctant to leave as he teased his way up to the seam of thigh and hip.

[misanthrope_md]

"I can't say I understand your fascination with that mess," House mumbled, resting his head back on his folded hands.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Beautiful," he murmured, looking up at him as light fingertips ghosted over the ruined wound. "Don't try to understand."

[misanthrope_md]

"I don't see anything there but pain," House murmured, eyes dropping again. "But I don't mind the touching if it's you."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Good, because I don't want to stop," he whispered as he lowered his mouth to kiss one hip bone and find his way to the other. The heat of Greg's cock brushed his cheek...but that was for later. He was preoccupied with the thousands of other nerves he could arouse.

[misanthrope_md]

"Jack," House gasped. "Touching... yes, touching good."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

It was hard not to smile as he kissed eagerly down Greg's left leg to his ankle, tongue grazing roughly over pressure points. Once he'd reched the bottom, he slid back up to catch Greg's hand. First he kissed his palm, then each knuckle in turn, finally letting himself suck his fingers in...one at a time.

[misanthrope_md]

"Jack, this is..." House moaned. Excrutiating. "Do keep in mind that I'm not a young man, I only have so many years left..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He let go with one last lick against the pad of Greg's finger and smiled, the cheshire grin gleaming in the low light.

"You want this to end so fast? I could spend hours on you, taking you to the edge a hundred times, Greg...I've barely given you a taste of what I could do," he purred.