[for greg]

[more_flexible]

Jack woke up in his own bed, in his own hut, with his own boyfriend pulled close. They'd had a shitty night, between both of them losing the election and Jack's raging jealousy over Greg's...whatever...with the Doctor.

But now the sun was up and Jack laid there, watching Greg sleep. Not for very long, though. It was only a few minutes before he leaned in and kissed him beneath the ear.

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[misanthrope_md]

House sighed. "Addictive?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Not really. Not any more than the belladonna one. But he said it's more effective for pain without the hallucinations and death," he said, taking a sip. "Why?"

[misanthrope_md]

"I just... should know what I'm putting in my body, that's all," House said after a moment.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I'll tell him to find you when I see him again," he replied, laying a hand on Greg's leg. "Can I get you anything else?"

[misanthrope_md]

"Yeah..." House managed a half smile and said, "Just lay here with me for a little while." His head didn't hurt anymore but he just sort of generally felt like crap.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack sat his cup aside and stretched out, laying beside him. "I can do that," he said softly, pressing a kiss to Greg's arm.

[misanthrope_md]

"Jack," House said quietly after a moment, "I don't think I would have been able to stand it if it had been you."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I already made my choice," he replied quietly.

[misanthrope_md]

"I know you did," said House, "but you don't seem to believe that I did too."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack propped himself on an elbow to look down at him. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he'd agreed to let it drop.

"More like I can't believe it. Still. That you want me."

[misanthrope_md]

House sighed, looking tired again. "I... don't know what to do about that, Jack."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"...Don't quit on me," he whispered, leaning in to press his lips to Greg's shoulder.

[misanthrope_md]

"I'm not," House promised. "I just feel like such a shit, like I'm not making you happy."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack shifted, sliding closer, and draped his arm over Greg. "You make me happy. I love you. More than that, I like you."

[misanthrope_md]

"Mmmm well at least someone does."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Do I make you happy?" he asked, drawing a circle with the tip of his tongue against bare skin. "At least sometimes..."

[misanthrope_md]

"Yes," House murmured, "and it's not about sex."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I know," he lied.

[misanthrope_md]

"You're lying," sighed House.

Everybody lies.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"You're getting better at catching me," Jack replied. "So I don't know. If it's not about sex...the way I look...I don't know."

[misanthrope_md]

House just looked at him for a second, gaze even. "If that's what you really think, you're an idiot. Do you want me to prove it? Want to go, what, a month, a week without sex? Piece of cake."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"For you, maybe," he smirked. His hand roamed lightly up and down Greg's torso and he shook his head. "I'm not a doctor. Not a lawyer. What I can do, I can't do here. It's not like we just...talk. We could. I guess. Talk and not fight."

[misanthrope_md]

"I've told you things that I've never told anyone," House said. "And I'd... tell you more, if you asked. We talk more than you think we do, I think."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack stopped the motion of his hand and looked up into Greg's eyes. "What's your favorite color?"

[misanthrope_md]

House blinked. "I... don't know, blue I guess. You're really not going to pull this on me, are you? Who gives a shit what my favorite color is?"