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]

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.