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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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack held tight so he couldn't back up and leaned in to draw his lips along Greg's collarbone. "I said...you have no idea how horny I am right now."

[misanthrope_md]

House yanked, but his arm didn't budge from Jack's grasp. He started to say something, but instead found himself sucking in a breath at the feeling of Jack's lips on his neck.

His cock twitched.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to let you go, and you're going to lay down," he said evenly, tongue flicking at the hollow of his throat.

[misanthrope_md]

"Jack," House mumbled, "I was already well aware that you can physically overpower me."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

The strap came off his wrist and Jack leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "I could hurt you so good," he purred. "I could have you aching for more and begging me to stop. I could do things to you that don't even exist in the twenty-first century. But you'd have to lay down to find out."

[misanthrope_md]

House hesitated. After all, it was just... laying down...

He rubbed at his wrist and then sank wordlessly back onto the bed.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He offered him a small smile and nod, then moved to the foot of the bed, looking him over. "You might want to make yourself comfortable."

[misanthrope_md]

House frowned. "Jack..."

But he settled more comfortably onto the bed anyway.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Yes and no only, Greg. Say my name again and the dance is over," he explained as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Do you understand?"

[misanthrope_md]

"Or what, we both go wank off somewhere?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I'll tie you up and find someone else and make you watch."

[misanthrope_md]

House just stared at him for a second. "You wouldn't."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't I?"

[misanthrope_md]

House thought about that. It wasn't like Jack would... but he might think it was...

He gritted his teeth.

"Yes."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack nodded and peeled off his shirt. "Would you like me to tie you down?"

[misanthrope_md]

"No," House said, after a hesitation that suggested that what he really didn't want was to admit to it.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Right," he said, the shirt coming off and finding the floor. You want to tie me down?" he asked, moving with a predatory grace back to the side of the bed near Greg's face.

[misanthrope_md]

"I thought that was what you wanted," House countered, reaching for him.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack shook his head and tore the braces from his trousers, catching Greg by the arm and securing it around his wrist. "Yes or no only, Greg," he said cool and calm while he looped the one end of the strap around the bedpost. "So now, I don't care what you want."

[misanthrope_md]

"What the fuck, Jack!"

House yanked. It didn't budge. Of course he'd be good at knots. He was good at everything.

"A little fucking warning?" he muttered.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He winced and sucked in a breath through gritted teeth before laying his hand over Greg's mouth. "Yes. Or. No. You've already been warned."

[misanthrope_md]

House's eyes widened but he didn't say anything. Couldn't, really, with his mouth covered and his hands tied.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack kept his hand in place, not hard, and looked down at Greg for a minute. "Do you trust me?" he asked, pulling his hand away.

[misanthrope_md]

"Yes," House said honestly.

At this point, it wasn't as if there was any further fight for control. So he might as well just... go along with it and see what Jack was up to.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Good," he said softly, leaning down to kiss him softly. "Say my name and it stops..."

...and he grasped Greg's cock carefully and began to stroke while he watched his eyes.