[for greg]

[more_flexible]

That morning, at the clothes box, Jack had met Buffy. He'd been here more than a year and so had she, but what was amazing was that in the past seven months (almost to the day) he hadn't ever even seen her. Sure, he'd wondered, he'd thought about that name...dreamed about that name on the lips of a raving madman. That name along with ropes and blades and smothering darkness.

He'd just thought he was handling it better.

He'd collected enough shellfish for he and Greg and threw together a quick lunch after he'd left the basement. If he could keep busy, he could keep from thinking about it. From thinking about her. She barely came up to his chest and she was so pretty and young and if she'd been bound and there had been...no. He couldn't keep doing this to himself. He'd done what he had to do to stay alive, and he'd done all he could to keep people like Buffy safe. He tried not to think about Maladicta being hit, tried not to think about how he'd failed to just keep the man there with him. He just needed to stop thinking about it.

Except he couldn't. It was on his mind the whole way to the treehouse.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He lifted his hips to roll the line of his erection against the resistance of Greg's body and smiled softly. "Greg..." he started, then looked down. "Thanks."

[misanthrope_md]

House sucked in a breath. "You're... welcome." Even though he wasn't really sure what Jack was thanking him for."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

His hands encircled Greg and held him close as his lips moved over his skin, his lips, his collarbones. "You have any idea how much I need you?" he asked, "Just...just to be here with me?"

[misanthrope_md]

"I... no, but I'm... here."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Need you much, Greg," he whispered, reaching down to cup his ass in both hands. "You make it better without even trying."

[misanthrope_md]

House sighed a little and murmured, "Just tell me what you need."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Flicking his tongue along Greg's pulse, his fingers moved up, then under his waistband. "I need you fucking me," he whispered. "I want you to make me feel so good."

[misanthrope_md]

House felt his cock twitch against Jack's leg. "Are you... sure?" Again, not where he'd seen this going. God, Jack could run hot and cold. Not that he was complaining at this point.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"It's part of why I asked you out," he purred, pressing up against him. Doing it like this, with Greg letting him call the shots, he was okay.

For now.