[for greg]
Jul. 25th, 2007 12:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
more_flexibleJack was in no way sulking. He was just reading, laid out on the bed on his stomach, not looking at the door.
He wasn't sulking. He wasn't taking notice of the gnawing jealousy in his gut that took hold when he passed House's class and saw all the students...including Phedre. He wasn't sulking as he stomped home without popping into the clinic. He wasn't sulking as he flopped down. He wasn't sulking as he stared at the pages without seeing them and thought about the last time he'd fucked anyone not House. And he didn't sulk when he thought about House going to bed with other people.
And House meanwhile was actually in a pretty good mood as he headed back to the hut. It was a good day for his leg, and for the first time in a while he actually felt like he had something to do during the day, since he'd had a class that morning. He was also pleased that his students were smarter than he was expecting. So by the time he walked in and saw Jack on the bed, he was practically chipper. "What are you up to?"
“Reading,” he replied, his shoulders tensing at the sound of House's voice. Part of him knew it was stupid to be jealous. That it was only fair if House got to be happy. Still...he hated it. He hated it so much that he couldn't even look at House.
“Have fun teaching class?” he said, a sharp bite of sarcasm to his voice.
House paused, from where he'd been about to join Jack on the bed, and lifted an eyebrow. "Yes, actually," he said, wondering if he'd missed something.
“Great,” he snapped, closing the book. “That's just great. Fucking fantastic.” Ok, so not being jealous wasn't working out.
Okay, now House was completely taken aback. "What the hell is your problem?"
Jack sighed and rolled so he could face him. “Who are you sleeping with?” he asked, scared to hear the answer.
House just stared at him for a few seconds. "What?"
"I saw you. With Phedre."
"Saw me doing... what?" Ordinarily Jack's words would have been somewhat ominous were it not for the fact that House knew he hadn't done anything.
"With...her," he said lamely, realizing suddenly just how ridiculous he sounded. "Just forget about it. I'm just...nevermind."
House, still looking at Jack like he was nuts, sat down on the edge of the bed. "Jack, I'm not doing anything with Phedre. Have you seen her boyfriend? He could break me in two!"
Jack folded his arms and rested his head on them, finally daring to look up at him. “I haven't, no. I just thought that maybe you were, I don't know...I saw how happy you looked. With her. And I know you miss women sometimes...”
Which was sad since clearly Jack had developed a vagina again.
"You really think I'm cheating on you?" This came out of House's mouth before he realized the implications, which were that if Jack was assuming House was sleeping with other people, maybe that was because HE was. To be honest, House had actually been assuming that maybe Jack wasn't, even though part of him thought it was wishful thinking. And he'd been feeling like a total pussy for not finding out for sure.
It took him a minute to work up the courage to ask, the whole time every thought and fear flashing in his eyes. "Are you?" he asked softly, the words barely making it past dry lips and tongue.
"No!" House snapped, obviously annoyed.
He turned his head, looking away. His stomach worked itself into an even tighter knot...but he believed House. Believed in House...and so he fought every doubt that crept into his thoughts.
When Jack turned away, House's stomach dropped as well. "Well?"
"Well?" he repeated.
"Well don't you have any feelings about that?" House said irritably.
Jack rolled onto his side and faced House, trying to wet his mouth enough to talk. It took longer than he thought it would.
“Of course I have feelings about it. I just...I'm...” He was a loss for words, was what.
House brushed a hand through his hair. "You feel guilty," he said flatly.
“Not exactly. A little...for thinking you would. Might,” he said, closing his eyes. “I don't want you to.”
"Oh," said House. Then he hesitated. "When you asked, like you were just assuming... I thought maybe it meant that you were."
Jack simply shook his head and opened his eyes. "No. Not in...not since..." God, he couldn't even remember, put on the spot.
"Not since you've been here."
House tried not to look to relieved, or you know, smug. "And you're okay with that?"
"Yeah. I am."
House smirked. "So then we've just established that we're both happy being in a monogamous relationship. Is that it?"
Jack blinked and his jaw dropped a little. That was 180 from where he'd been before House had walked in. "Um...yeah," he said, stunned.
"You sound a little freaked out," House snorted.
"I think I might be. A little," Jack replied. "Just...hearing it out loud."
"And you're sure you're okay with it..."
He nodded and twisted a little, squirming across the bed to be closer to House. "Yeah. I think I really am," he nodded, wrapping his arm around his waist to pull himself close.
"And you're sure that... I'll be enough?" He punctuated this by turning his head and kissing Jack's jaw.
Hot and cold washed over his skin and he tipped his head to give Greg more. He hadn't shaved and Jack had grown so accustomed to it that the rough drag of stubble against his jaw made him moan softly.
“You have been. You are,” he purred.
"And you promise you'll tell me if it starts... not to be?" House slid a hand onto Jack's thigh.
"Yes," he answered as he exhaled sharply, spreading his legs, shifting his hips. He really didn't have any complaints whatsoever.
"I'm so fucking lucky," House growled, kissing Jack's jaw again.
His head dropped back and he was barely aware that he was pulling at Greg's shirt, hands moving against his bare back and chest as he tried to peel it off. "I just want you," he whispered.
"Well I sure don't need anything else. I couldn't have an affair if I wanted to, Jack, I'd die from anymore sex."
That gave him pause and his hands stopped. "Am I...is it too much?" he asked, brows furrowing as he pulled away to look at Greg.
House laughed. "No. No, I swear. I'd tell you if I weren't interested." House turned around, careful of his leg, so that he could face Jack. Then he kissed him soundly.
Jack parted his lips easily, arms circling tighter as he pulled Greg down onto him.
House groaned softly. "You don't think we'll get boring do you?"
"Tell me if it does," Jack replied, moving to suck kisses down Greg's throat. "You know I have all kinds of tricks."
House laughed. "I've no doubt.... mmmmmmmm." He lifted his head, giving Jack better access, and ground his hips down against him.
"I just want you," Jack repeated when he pulled away just to get his shirt off, then had his hands all over Greg's body, moving light fingertips down his sides.
"Oh yeah? How do you want me?" House smirked a little as if to say, I'm all yours, do with me as you will.
“Like this,” Jack replied, and kissed him again. The sun was almost down and it was dark inside their hut and clothes found their way to the floor as Jack illustrated just what he meant.
He wasn't sulking. He wasn't taking notice of the gnawing jealousy in his gut that took hold when he passed House's class and saw all the students...including Phedre. He wasn't sulking as he stomped home without popping into the clinic. He wasn't sulking as he flopped down. He wasn't sulking as he stared at the pages without seeing them and thought about the last time he'd fucked anyone not House. And he didn't sulk when he thought about House going to bed with other people.
And House meanwhile was actually in a pretty good mood as he headed back to the hut. It was a good day for his leg, and for the first time in a while he actually felt like he had something to do during the day, since he'd had a class that morning. He was also pleased that his students were smarter than he was expecting. So by the time he walked in and saw Jack on the bed, he was practically chipper. "What are you up to?"
“Reading,” he replied, his shoulders tensing at the sound of House's voice. Part of him knew it was stupid to be jealous. That it was only fair if House got to be happy. Still...he hated it. He hated it so much that he couldn't even look at House.
“Have fun teaching class?” he said, a sharp bite of sarcasm to his voice.
House paused, from where he'd been about to join Jack on the bed, and lifted an eyebrow. "Yes, actually," he said, wondering if he'd missed something.
“Great,” he snapped, closing the book. “That's just great. Fucking fantastic.” Ok, so not being jealous wasn't working out.
Okay, now House was completely taken aback. "What the hell is your problem?"
Jack sighed and rolled so he could face him. “Who are you sleeping with?” he asked, scared to hear the answer.
House just stared at him for a few seconds. "What?"
"I saw you. With Phedre."
"Saw me doing... what?" Ordinarily Jack's words would have been somewhat ominous were it not for the fact that House knew he hadn't done anything.
"With...her," he said lamely, realizing suddenly just how ridiculous he sounded. "Just forget about it. I'm just...nevermind."
House, still looking at Jack like he was nuts, sat down on the edge of the bed. "Jack, I'm not doing anything with Phedre. Have you seen her boyfriend? He could break me in two!"
Jack folded his arms and rested his head on them, finally daring to look up at him. “I haven't, no. I just thought that maybe you were, I don't know...I saw how happy you looked. With her. And I know you miss women sometimes...”
Which was sad since clearly Jack had developed a vagina again.
"You really think I'm cheating on you?" This came out of House's mouth before he realized the implications, which were that if Jack was assuming House was sleeping with other people, maybe that was because HE was. To be honest, House had actually been assuming that maybe Jack wasn't, even though part of him thought it was wishful thinking. And he'd been feeling like a total pussy for not finding out for sure.
It took him a minute to work up the courage to ask, the whole time every thought and fear flashing in his eyes. "Are you?" he asked softly, the words barely making it past dry lips and tongue.
"No!" House snapped, obviously annoyed.
He turned his head, looking away. His stomach worked itself into an even tighter knot...but he believed House. Believed in House...and so he fought every doubt that crept into his thoughts.
When Jack turned away, House's stomach dropped as well. "Well?"
"Well?" he repeated.
"Well don't you have any feelings about that?" House said irritably.
Jack rolled onto his side and faced House, trying to wet his mouth enough to talk. It took longer than he thought it would.
“Of course I have feelings about it. I just...I'm...” He was a loss for words, was what.
House brushed a hand through his hair. "You feel guilty," he said flatly.
“Not exactly. A little...for thinking you would. Might,” he said, closing his eyes. “I don't want you to.”
"Oh," said House. Then he hesitated. "When you asked, like you were just assuming... I thought maybe it meant that you were."
Jack simply shook his head and opened his eyes. "No. Not in...not since..." God, he couldn't even remember, put on the spot.
"Not since you've been here."
House tried not to look to relieved, or you know, smug. "And you're okay with that?"
"Yeah. I am."
House smirked. "So then we've just established that we're both happy being in a monogamous relationship. Is that it?"
Jack blinked and his jaw dropped a little. That was 180 from where he'd been before House had walked in. "Um...yeah," he said, stunned.
"You sound a little freaked out," House snorted.
"I think I might be. A little," Jack replied. "Just...hearing it out loud."
"And you're sure you're okay with it..."
He nodded and twisted a little, squirming across the bed to be closer to House. "Yeah. I think I really am," he nodded, wrapping his arm around his waist to pull himself close.
"And you're sure that... I'll be enough?" He punctuated this by turning his head and kissing Jack's jaw.
Hot and cold washed over his skin and he tipped his head to give Greg more. He hadn't shaved and Jack had grown so accustomed to it that the rough drag of stubble against his jaw made him moan softly.
“You have been. You are,” he purred.
"And you promise you'll tell me if it starts... not to be?" House slid a hand onto Jack's thigh.
"Yes," he answered as he exhaled sharply, spreading his legs, shifting his hips. He really didn't have any complaints whatsoever.
"I'm so fucking lucky," House growled, kissing Jack's jaw again.
His head dropped back and he was barely aware that he was pulling at Greg's shirt, hands moving against his bare back and chest as he tried to peel it off. "I just want you," he whispered.
"Well I sure don't need anything else. I couldn't have an affair if I wanted to, Jack, I'd die from anymore sex."
That gave him pause and his hands stopped. "Am I...is it too much?" he asked, brows furrowing as he pulled away to look at Greg.
House laughed. "No. No, I swear. I'd tell you if I weren't interested." House turned around, careful of his leg, so that he could face Jack. Then he kissed him soundly.
Jack parted his lips easily, arms circling tighter as he pulled Greg down onto him.
House groaned softly. "You don't think we'll get boring do you?"
"Tell me if it does," Jack replied, moving to suck kisses down Greg's throat. "You know I have all kinds of tricks."
House laughed. "I've no doubt.... mmmmmmmm." He lifted his head, giving Jack better access, and ground his hips down against him.
"I just want you," Jack repeated when he pulled away just to get his shirt off, then had his hands all over Greg's body, moving light fingertips down his sides.
"Oh yeah? How do you want me?" House smirked a little as if to say, I'm all yours, do with me as you will.
“Like this,” Jack replied, and kissed him again. The sun was almost down and it was dark inside their hut and clothes found their way to the floor as Jack illustrated just what he meant.
