He's just more flexible when it comes to dancing

[more_flexible]

Jack found the package addressed to him and scurried off to his room to open it. He wasn't used to getting gifts. In fact, he hadn't gotten one since...well, there was Christmas, but he hadn't been given anything since Jane baked him a pie all his own.

He unwrapped it carefully and poured over the records and just stared at the player for a long time. It was surreal, this thing that really wasn't anything spectacular and yet he was so happy he couldn't stop smiling. After a long time of just exploring it, he took an LP out of it's cover and laid it on the turntable. A few cranks of the handle and it began to spin, Moonlight Serenade spilling out his door and down the stairs.

[for those treehouse people who want a dance]

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[misanthrope_md]

"Well that hardly seems fair," House muttered, but made no further complaint.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack pulled him closer, holding him tightly. "Get used to it," he shrugged.

[misanthrope_md]

"How is it that we work? Two men who both like to be in control?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Because I pick my battles," he smirked. "I don't like fighting with you, Greg."

[misanthrope_md]

House snorted. "I should have figured you were just humoring me." One of his hands slid down and rested on Jack's ass.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack leveled his eyes upon Greg's. "I could, you know, not," he said darkly serious. "You really want everything to be a battle?"

[misanthrope_md]

House blinked. "I was joking, Jack."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"No. I really don't think you were," he purred, holding him closer. "You like to win too much."

[misanthrope_md]

"Well of course I do. As do you, apparently."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Don't there need to be stakes?" he asked as he craned his head to the side, teeth grazing lightly against Greg's neck. "Something to lose?"

[misanthrope_md]

House sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. "Pride?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, good place to start," he breathed, tongue moving along his pulse.

[misanthrope_md]

"What, you're going to fight me for my pride now?" House murmured.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Maybe just a little," he answered, leading Greg back to the bed.

[misanthrope_md]

"You know, I do give into you occasionally," House pointed out. He let Jack lead him to the bed but then he wrapped an arm around him and pulled him into a fierce kiss.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack tangled his fingers in Greg's hair and returned the brutal kiss for a moment before tearing away. "I know," he said, licking his lips. "Take off your clothes."

[misanthrope_md]

House hesitated. "Is this where I'm supposed to say, no, take off your clothes?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"And then I say no, you first...and we both stay dressed?" he grinned.

[misanthrope_md]

House rolled his eyes and then leaned over and kissed Jack. Might as well start with a concession.

He started to strip off his clothes. Sort of slow. Actually making something of an effort to be sexy even though he didn't really think he'd succeed.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Good," he said, stepping back to watch.

[misanthrope_md]

House stripped down completely, eyes never leaving Jack's.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He reached up and pulled his suspenders off his shoulders, letting them hang at his sides as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "Now lay down, Greg."

[misanthrope_md]

House frowned. "I'm not taking orders from you, Jack."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. You are."

[misanthrope_md]

"You know, if you wanted to do this maybe it was best not to mock me ahead of time," House pointed out. "I'm feeling less inclined to concede."