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"I don't plan to," he said softly, pressing the bottle into Greg's hand. "As long as you don't stop either..."

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[misanthrope_md]

"Who wouldn't?" House teased as he pulled out his fingers and slid his hands onto Jack's hips. He met his eyes, waiting.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I'm only concerned with you," he replied, rising a little to free Greg's erection from being trapped between them. "Just want...Greg, need you," he pleaded.

[misanthrope_md]

House pulled Jack down and kissed him hungrily before pushing him up and positioning himself so that Jack could sink back down onto his cock.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He didn't want to wait anymore and eagerly pushed back then eased off, taking it an inch at a time. The oil worked better than anything else that he'd tried, but he'd only do this with Greg since it wasn't latex friendly. Some things didn't change, even in the 51st century.

Jack gulped in breath after breath as he relaxed and opened for Greg, finally settling deep and waiting for a second just to feel him.

[misanthrope_md]

"Oh, god..." House groaned. It was all he could do to keep from immediately thrusting up hard. He could feel the oil, too, it was so slick and easy...

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

As much as he wanted to enjoy this, he couldn't stay still. He had to move. Jack bent forward to kiss Greg, the drag against the sensitive skin driving him almost crazy. "Greg," he choked, catching the side of his neck in his hand, "...love..."

[misanthrope_md]

"Nnnngh," was all House could get out as he thrust his hips up, deeper inside Jack.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Oh, fuck," he moaned against Greg's lips, meeting the motion with fluid rocking of his own.

[misanthrope_md]

House made his movements a little harder, a little faster. At this angle, he couldn't see Jack's cock and maybe that was just as well. It was enough to hear the sounds he made, his breathing, the signs taht he was enjoying this. His hands slid over Jack's back instead.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Oh, fuck," he gasped again, driving back with the same force. The feeling of hips colliding, the sting of sweat beading along his hairline, everything along with those fantastic hands all over his skin...he hadn't realized how much he'd wanted just this. This moment where everything else fell away.

Even the realization that he was hard enough to dig into Greg's hip didn't even register.

[misanthrope_md]

House felt it, though. As he kept thrusting, eyes locked on Jack's, he slid subtly slid one hand around and wrapped his fingers around Jack's cock.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack exhaled with each thrust, gasped with every draw. He'd given up trying to be everyone's everything and now he wasn't even trying to be a good lover, wasn't trying anything. He was just here, with House, riding him almost like he'd never done it before.

[misanthrope_md]

And House could feel something different, too, had no idea what it was... but he liked it. It almost seemed like Jack was enjoying it more, which for House was the best part.

And fuck, he was trying, he was really trying, but he hadn't had sex in nearly a week, and holding himself back was getting to be less and less of an option.

"Jack," he rasped, "Jack, I can't - fuck, oh god baby..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Do it," he whispered, pulling his hands in to hold Greg's shoulders. "Want you to. Want to feel you..."

[misanthrope_md]

That was all the encouragement House needed. He cried out as he came, back arching off of the bed, his entire body shuddering with the effort.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

His head dropped and he pressed his teeth into the muscle of Greg's pec, clenching involuntarily as the throbbing force of the orgasm overtook him. It was brilliant. Fantastic. Like...like he'd never really paid attention before.

[misanthrope_md]

House's body sagged afterwards, but he managed to wrap his arms around Jack. "Jesus," he groaned.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"...Jack," he replied, raising his head so Greg could see his broad smile and flashing eyes. He was still breathing hard, his heart pounding fast, and through it all, he couldn't keep from kissing Greg just once more. And then once again.

[misanthrope_md]

House took a deep breath, trying to get his own breathing back to normal, and said, "Fucking amazing. As always. You... you're amazing." He kissed him again, hands roaming up his sides, over his back.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I love you," he replied, like it was suddenly the simplest thing in the universe. "I get that now."

[misanthrope_md]

House blinked. "You... didn't get it before?" He had no idea what would have been so enlightening about that particular sexual experience...

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Not like I do now," he replied softly, rising a little and gasping as Greg slipped from him. "I don't know...fucking up put things in perspective, I guess."

[misanthrope_md]

House snorted softly. "That it does."

He kissed Jack's shoulder and murmured, "Lay down."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm, okay," he replied, rolling over to lay on his back. It was only then he even noticed he was hard, and he reached down to ghost his palm over his dick. "I think you're the amazing one."

[misanthrope_md]

House couldn't help but feel a little smug when he saw that. "You just needed a little sexual healing, baby," he murmured, and settled on his side beside Jack, started running his hands over his body, accompanied by his mouth, licking and kissing starting at his neck and moving down his chest.