Captain Jack Harkness

"Yeah, I guess that would be tough, being tied to the bed and all."

House slid his hands onto Logan's ankle and put some pressure on the joint, not seeing any point in saying 'tell me when it hurts' since it would probably just get a reaction.

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"Ow, fuck," Logan hissed, drawing away as much as he could and fighting the urge to kick House with his good foot. "That hurts," he snapped.

Though for all the snarling and hissing, Logan didn't look ready to snap. In fact, he looked unusually meak, his shoulders hunched and his whole body somewhat curled up.

"I wasn't tied to the bed," he muttered. "...Not totally anyway."

He looked over at Jack, silently trying to will the other man closer, wanting Jack at his side, but aware enough of the awkward tension in the room that he didn't ask for him to come closer out loud.

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Jack took a step closer and laid a hand on Logan's shoulder, his brows drawn together in concern. He knew it wasn't good, and he knew House- regardless of his personal feelings- wouldn't cause Logan undue pain just to be a dick. He was a good doctor.

"How bad is it?" he asked...distracted for a moment by the way House's hands looked against Logan's bruised skin.

Edited Date: 2009-10-31 02:13 am (UTC)

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"Torn ligament," House said, pulling his hands away. "You know, this might be the most impressive sex injury I've seen so far." He paused. "Well, on the island anyway. You wouldn't believe what some people put up their asses."

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Logan had a smart ass reply on the tip of his tongue, but he bit it back, knowing he shouldn't wind up the man who was going to fix him up.

"Can you fix it?" he asked, speaking to House, but looking at Jack. Jack, who had been staring far too intensely at his ankle and House's hands.

"...You got something to share with the class, Jack?" he asked.

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Jack barely shook his head before he looked away. He needed to not be here, regardless of whether Logan needed him or not. He was still way too wired and memories of each man twisted together in his head and his thoughts wandered to all of them, two of them, ropes and sex and bruises and gentle hands and fixing.

"I'm going to get some ice," he said abruptly, turning away before anyone could notice just how tight his jeans had become.

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House noticed. That was kind of fucked up, actually, but on the other hand, he didn't exactly mind seeing Jack uncomfortable.

"Make sure to get some for that boner while you're at it," he said innocently, and then looked back at Logan. "I'll wrap it up for you, but you need to stay off it. Trust me, you don't want me to have to perform surgery in this shithole."

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"Don't see why you'd want him to do that, I'm pretty sure it was for you," Logan muttered.

"And I can't stay off it, I teach surfing on Saturdays," he argued. "What about Jack's- things. You know, in the tube? Would they fix it a little?"

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Jack stalked off to the kitchen. He got ice, but he did it more to pull himself together. He was dying to blurt out what was on Logan's back. He didn't want to be cruel, but everything was mixed up in his head. It was just pure lust and he couldn't think straight. It took some doing, but by the time he walked back into the clinic with some ice, he was fine. He was even smiling.

"What's the prognosis?"

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"Oh hell, I don't know," House said. Jack walked back in then, so he added, "So Jack, will your creepy little robots mend a torn ligament?"

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"They fix anything, right?" Logan asked, his posture finally relaxing as he rubbed his tender wrists and looked over at Jack hopefully. "I've watched them patch you up before."

His good foot swung a little, and he looked down at House with a smirk. "Then you won't have to fix me up. Everyone wins."

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"Yeah. They'd do it," Jack nodded. "Probably still have to wrap it for the night, but they'd fix the damage."

He passed the ice off to Logan and smiled softly, then walked over to get the tube. He handed it to House, since he was the doctor, after all.

"Actually, they'll probably fix all the damage."

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House rolled his eyes. "Jesus. I don't even want to know what the rest of the damage is."

Then he looked down, because he didn't necessarily want Jack and Logan to see his expression. He might have been cracking jokes, but every time he was forced to think about Jack and Logan's sex life he felt like his stomach was twisting in knots.

He opened the canister and let the nanos flood out over Logan's ankle.

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Logan drew away, still weary of the nanos, even though he'd suggested using them.

They spent a decent amount of time around his ankles, fixing the damage as best they could and erasing the rope burn. A moment later and they were at his wrists, buzzing around and then swooping off to repair the pink burns on his back.

He looked embarrassed, but he kept quiet, his head ducked slightly until they finally finished.

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By the time the glittering bots returned to the tube, Jack was keenly aware of everything they'd fixed. Logan would be as clear as he'd been when they woke up that morning.

House's evasive behavior didn't escape his notice. He felt a twinge of guilt for just a second, then he remembered just how much pleasure the other man had taken in flaunting his relationship with that Pamela woman and the guilt vanished.

"That should take care of it," he said, eager to get going. "Everything else check out, House?"

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"I'm assuming he doesn't need a physical," House said flatly.

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"You want me naked and bent over, you only have to aske, House," Logan replied, sliding off the table and wandering carefully over to Jack. His hand found the other man's and he held on as he looked back at House.

"Maybe another time thoiugh, I have plans tonight. Thanks, doc."

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Jack flashed House a smile and gave him a soft, "Thanks," before turning and leading Logan out of the clinic. Being able to walk on his own made it a much easier exit than it had been an entrance.

"I can't believe to tore your ligament," he said in a hushed voice as they left. "You shouldn't struggle so much."

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"What's the point of being tied up if you don't struggle?" he asked seriously.

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"So much," he repeated. "Kinda kills the moment when you injure yourself."

As they left the compound and started around the corner, his hand crept higher and he caught Logan's shirt in his fist. He pulled the man to a stop and kissed him, starting lightly and then pushing for more.

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"Jack" Logan gasped in protest, his voice muffled by the other man's lips.

Still, he didn't try to push him away, In fact, he didn't really fight at all, letting Jack kiss him and grab him however he liked.

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A pivot and a step and Jack had Logan backed up against the building. The tension of worry vanished and all he was aware of was how close the younger man was and just how long he'd already had to wait.

"I want you," he murmured. "Right here. Right now." He slipped his hand lower and undid the button of Logan's jeans. "But I'll wait. I just want you to need me as much by the time we get home."

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Logan gasped softly, leaning back against the wall and quickly looking around to make sure no one was watching.

"Someone's gonna see," he argued, trying to swat Jack's hands away. "Besides, I wasn't the one you were gawking at in there. I saw how you were looking at him, you really expect me to put out after that?"

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"He had his hands on you," was all he said, pushing to get closer. The swatting barely deterred him and he had a hand under Logan's shirt without much effort.

"You know I just want you. No matter who I look at. I can't help it, sometimes...and I really want you," he said, low and breathy against Logan's ear.

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