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Patient diagnosed and pizza and beer demolished, Jack sat on the couch, flipping through channels as he waited for House to come back from the bathroom. He was surprised at how long he'd been able to keep his hands to himself, how long he'd gone without kissing Greg, how long it seemed to be taking him in there.

Jack leaned back, replaying the look in Greg's eyes. The tone of his voice, the way it had changed so swiftly once he'd gotten it. He stared past the television to some middle space, his heart beating faster and every nerve in his body waking up. He wanted to hear it again. And again.

What he heard instead was the shower turning on and a curtain sliding against the rod, which he took as an invitation.

Setting everything aside, Jack walked down the hall, undoing his jeans on the way. He left his clothes in a pile and slipped into the shower with Greg without a word, kissing his shoulder lightly.

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[misanthrope_md]

"I'm not sure why it's such a surprise," House said with a lifted eyebrow. He limped into his bedroom, where he shook two pills out of the Vicodin bottle, and then headed over to the bottle of scotch.

"Here's the thing. I realize that I'm a cripple and you're this perfect physical specimen. That you could probably break someone in half before I could raise my cane to hit them. That you're from so far in the future that the technology that seems whiz-bang to me probably seems primitive to you. You're better and stronger and more than me in a hundred different ways, and yet..."

He poured scotch, filling a short glass. "And yet I'd still feel obligated to, I don't know, stand in front of you if someone tried to mug us. It's stupid, I know. Maybe it's because I'm used to being with women, maybe it's some backwards ass way of dealing with my inferiority complex, or maybe it's just because I love you so damn much, but yeah. I've got two legs firmly in the pants in this relationship and I've tried not to make that too obvious because frankly I thought you'd be offended."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Good God, he hated that word. But there wasn't any changing it, and it wasn't a lie. His eyes drifted down to House's leg, but only stayed there for a second before he looked back up his body.

"I might have been...earlier. I don't know. It doesn't mean I'm wearing dresses and heels for you, though," he smirked, crossing the room and taking the glass from House to have a sip. "I love you, Greg."

[misanthrope_md]

"I don't get off on cross dressing," said House, taking the glass back from him. "I prefer you just as you are. If I wanted panties I'd be sleeping with a woman."

He downed most of the rest of the scotch. "And I happen to like your dick. A lot. Though I will concede that you'd probably look very nice in a skirt. You've got great legs."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I've worn a kilt," he offered, leaning in to kiss Greg's shoulder. "But that was in Glasgow..."

[misanthrope_md]

House still had a towel wrapped around his waist. "Well just so long as you don't make me wear one. Nobody wants to see my legs."

The rest of the scotch gone, he set the glass down on the counter.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack reached out and tugged the towel away slowly, lips still moving along bare skin. "I want to see them."

[misanthrope_md]

After all this time, House was almost used to it, the attention that Jack paid to his scar. Almost. It still made him a little uncomfortable, just because he didn't understand.

The towel dropped to the ground, and House gripped the dresser behind him for balance.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Love how you look," he murmured, kisses dropping along his collarbones and over his throat. "Love how you tase."

[misanthrope_md]

"What about in five years when I start to get even saggier and wrinklier?" House murmured.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I'll leave you for a hot blonde with a red sportscar," Jack teased, gripping the edge of the dresser on each side of Greg.

Then he dropped to his knees.

[misanthrope_md]

House sighed contently. "I can live with that, as long as this keeps up for now."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He brought his hands in and trailed them down Greg's body until he could hold his hips, kissing along his stomach and hips.

[misanthrope_md]

"You know, you have an amazing mouth," House purred, his voice strangely soothing as he reached out and began to stroke Jack's hair. "So pretty..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

His eyes slipped closed and he mapped every inch of skin with lips and tongue, moving lower at an agonizingly slow rate. "You have a fantastic body," he murmured.

[misanthrope_md]

"Mmmmm. Why don't you tell me all the things you'd love to do to it?" House wet his lips and let his eyes drop closed for a moment, concentrating on the feeling of Jack's lips on his skin.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Kiss you all over," he started, voice barely above a whisper. "I could make you shake with need. I'd suck your cock. Suck your tongue. Make you feel so good, Greg..."

[misanthrope_md]

"You always do, baby." House slid his hand down under Jack's chin. "Come on, let's go to the bed."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack looked up and blinked slowly. "Yeah...okay," he replied, rising effortlessly and crossing to the bed.

[misanthrope_md]

House waited for Jack to lay down, then settled beside him, but one arm draped over him, supporting his weight, so that House was looming above him.

"It's not always about me, you know," he said, a hint of a smile on his lips.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah?" he grinned, cocking his head to the side. "Go on..."

[misanthrope_md]

"I mean, you know, if you think I have a body worth worshipping, what about yours..."

House lowered his head and bit Jack's shoulder lightly. "So I'm thinking tomorrow... we sleep in, wake up and have some excellent morning sex..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Nnnngh, yes..."

[misanthrope_md]

"And then... we'll take my hot car into New York, go to some overpriced restaurant where we can get a fine cut of steak, chocolate cake, and really expensive champagne..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Jesus, Greg," he groaned, arching up to touch him, just a little. "Let's....let's...."

That was about as far as he got with his thought, then shivered, begging with just a look.

[misanthrope_md]

"I'm not done yet," House said, grinning at him and running a finger lightly down his chest. "After that we're going to check into some obscenely decadent hotel with a jacuzzi in the room, and we're going to hire some good masseuses to come in. Maybe Japanese women." He laughed.