[for greg]

[more_flexible]

Once Padme had come to get Sola, Jack carefully folded up the blanket and took his time before he made his way onto the porch. He laid the folded blanket beside the chairs and told Padfoot to lay there, then he stood in the doorway, just looking at Greg.

Fight for him, Stacy had said. He'd promised he would. Except it wasn't like anyone was trying to take Greg. Jack just kept repeating the one action that he knew hurt the man the most.

Jack watched him, waiting for some perfect moment or some epiphany to know what to say or how to say it.

"Greg..." he started, then walked inside and closed the door.

[dated thursday Aug 16]

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I was here. I was on the porch all night," Jack replied, taking the hint. He caressed Greg's stomach, then moved lower so he could get up under his shirt. "I was going to wake you up, but then Padme showed up..."

[misanthrope_md]

"And a baby took priority over sex? I'm amazed..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Hey, she's prettier than you," he teased, cushioning the barb by undoing Greg's fly.

[misanthrope_md]

"Don't worry," House said, sounding amused, "I know that if there's one thing I never need fear with you, it's lesbian bed death."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack laughed softly and looked up at him. Yeah...not gonna happen," he replied, then moved to pull his jeans and boxers off together.

[misanthrope_md]

"Mmmmm," House agreed. "But you swear you'll tell me if you ever just... get tired of me? If you need it with someone else? Because if I know ahead of time... we can talk."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Get...tired of you." Jack stopped, threw the clothes off to the side, and stripped off his shirt. He shook his head, then moved up to kiss Greg, letting his lips barely touch, feeling the smooth skin and rough stubble. Then he smiled.

"I love you. You."

[misanthrope_md]

"Yeah, I know," said House. "Otherwise you wouldn't still be here, you'd be out getting the best pieces of ass on the island..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I am the best piece of ass on the island," he said roughly, tugging at Greg's shirt. "And I'm yours."

He kissed him slowly, letting his tongue move lazily into Greg's mouth as his hands caressed his shoulders, arms, and stomach.

[misanthrope_md]

"That's true," House agreed, "which makes... me the bigger stud, I guess." He snorted.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"It does, doesn't it?" he purred, moving to kiss along Greg's jaw back to his ear. "You get me so fucking hot, Greg. No one here compares. Not even close."

Jack was working against him with his whole body, pulling and pushing, kissing and touching, trying to get just a little closer. "I tell everyone no. Only want you...your hands on me like that."

[misanthrope_md]

House smirked a little. "Do you?" He slid his hands suggestively over Jack's bare ass.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

The muscle beneath his hands clenched hard. "God, yeah," he exhaled. "If you knew how much I wanted you, all the time...God, Greg...I don't even want anyone else to touch me anymore."

[misanthrope_md]

"Then I have no reason to be jealous," House murmured, sliding his hands lightly up Jack's body. "Only smug."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack shivered a little wrapping his arms around Greg. "You...tired of me?" he asked hesitantly, dropping kisses down his chest, catching a nipple and sucking gently.

[misanthrope_md]

House actually chuckled a little at that, his head falling back. "I'm not sure that's possible. But if I ever start to feel it... I'll be sure to let you know. Because, you know..."

He was going to make a comment about being adventurous, but then, Jack already knew that.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I know," he exhaled, sinking lower still, kisses falling down Greg's stomach. Jack kissed lightly, teasing, drawing it out. Light flicks of just the tip of his tongue moved across one hip, then the other, and his hand closed around Greg's cock.

[misanthrope_md]

House sucked in a breath, his eyes fluttering shut, hips just barely rolling towards Jack's touch.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack licked, log and slow, from root to end, then closed his mouth around the firm heat. His tongue moved along the underside as he plunged down. He had Greg deep in his throat, and then he just...stopped. Stopped moving, almost stopped breathing. He looked up the length of Greg's body, watching his face.

[misanthrope_md]

House's face basically looked... as if he were about to explode. He opened his eyes and looked down at Jack - god, would he ever get over that look?

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He pulled off slowly, the suction hollowing his cheeks, his eyes dark and intense as he watched, kept watching, barely blinked. By the time he let go, Greg was wet and Jack moved up, settling between his legs and grinding his hips to stroke Greg's erection with his own.

"I love that I can do this to you every time. Make you look like this. Breathe like this," he rasped. "Love that after all this time...you want me. Love me. Love that I'm yours. Say it. Tell me..."

[misanthrope_md]

"I love you," House murmured, sliding his arms around Jack's waist again.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He leaned in, hips still pistoning, slickness spreading between them, and he kissed Greg again. This time it wasn't slow or gentle. Jack kissed him hungrily, devouring his mouth, one hand gripping Greg's shoulder, the other holding his hip.

[misanthrope_md]

"Jesus!" House gasped, hips bucking up towards Jack. "Just... stop teasing and..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack smiled against hiss lips, reaching for the oil and pulling away long enough to drizzle some in his hand and stroke Greg's cock, then get himself ready.

"Love when you need it so much you ask," he grinned, straddling Greg's hips and groaning low as he lowered himself, his own cock jerking as he took Greg to the hilt.

[misanthrope_md]

To be honest, House wished he didn't have to ask. He'd much prefer to be able to just flip Jack over onto his back and take him.

... not that this wasn't good, because...

"Ooh," House groaned, back arching as he thrust his hips up into Jack, hands planted firmly around his waist.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He pulled at Greg's shoulders, riding him slow. "Sit up," he whispered, spreading his legs a little more to keep pressure off the leg, but it was sublte, just a movement to make it easier for Greg to get up. "Want you closer."