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]

"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.

[misanthrope_md]

House was perplexed as to what Jack currently had against hearing his name, but as soon as he felt the hand to his erection he groaned softly, deciding he didn't care.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Good," he murmured again. "Can I blindfold you?" he whispered in his ear.

[misanthrope_md]

House hesitated. "...yes." He almost added as long as you don't bring anyone else into the room but hoped at this point that that was a given.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

His tongue flicked against the roof of Greg's mouth, then over his upper lips as he pulled back. He stood up and walked over to the dresser and started going through it, intentionally slowly.

[misanthrope_md]

House felt like he should say something, give some sort of disclaimer - I'm letting you do this, you know - but it sounded pathetic even in his head. So he just watched Jack evenly.