[for greg]

[more_flexible]

Jack couldn't keep his hands off Greg the whole way back to the hut. He was drunk, and he was impatient, and by the time they arrived, he just wanted to be naked and close.

Jack peeled off his shirt and reached to pull Greg's off too, but got distracted and began to kiss him, pushing his hands up under the fabric to touch the warm, bare skin.

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[misanthrope_md]

House hardly had a chance to react to anything on his own, as Jack was immediately taking control, practically ripping off of his clothes.

When House got drunk enough, he couldn't think straight, and not being able to think straight was the one thing that could make him less confident, more complacent. Jack, on the other hand, seemed aggressive enough for both of them.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He kissed him hard, tongue thrusting in insistantly. He couldn't really taste anything except for the liquor, but at least they were both soaked in it. His skin was flushed, pickling with heat even in the warm night air.

"Been watching you all night," he rasped, backing off long enough to get the offending shirt out of the way.

[misanthrope_md]

"Watching me what? Sit there and drink and look pathetic?" House's eyes raked greedily over Jack's body, he couldn't help it. "I, on the other hand, was watching you..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack grinned and reached up, tangling his fingers in Greg's hair before kissing him hungrily again. His other hand moved slowly over Greg's side, down over sharp angles and softer muscle.

"Watched me," he repeated, moving from Greg's mouth to his neck, sucking kisses down his throat.

[misanthrope_md]

"Watched you flirting with anything that wasn't nailed to the floor," House muttered, head lolling back with a sharp groan.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Jealous?" he breathed against the hollow of Greg's throat, fumbling at the man's fly. He let go of his hair, raking his nails down Greg's back all the way to his jeans. "Or did you like the show?"

[misanthrope_md]

"Maybe a little," House admitted, obviously to the first question. "And no, not really. It's different if the show's for my benefit."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I'll give you something to watch then" he whispered, popping the button and falling to his knees, pulling Greg's jeans down until they puddled around his ankles. He leaned in to kiss the bare skin just above the waist of his boxers, and then lower, working his lips along the length of his cock...only hindered by the thin fabric barrier.

[misanthrope_md]

House bit his lip and groaned, almost unintentionally reaching out to grip Jack's head, fingers tangling tightly in his hair.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"God, I love you" he groaned, his breath hot as his words were muffled by Greg's groin. "Want you so fucking bad, Greg. Make you beg, make you scream." His hands moved up Greg's legs, up into his underwear. Even with them in the way, he knew just what to do with his lips and his tongue to drive Greg crazy.

[misanthrope_md]

"Like you wanted everyone else tonight?" House gasped, tightening his grip in Jack's hair.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He gasped, the grip harder than before. He craned his head back, looking up at Greg.

"Didn't want any of them. Just made them feel...gorgeous. I just want you," he said softly. His fingers moved slowly over the smooth skin of Greg's hips, then he hooked the fabric from inside and started to pull them down.

[misanthrope_md]

"Jack - " House gasped again, his voice pleading. Now he was holding on just for balance, as he was afraid his legs would give any moment.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Just want you," he repeated, then leaned in to nuzzle the seam of Greg's thigh. His erection brushed against Jack's cheek as he breathed in and felt the wiry hair against his lips.

Both hands reched around, gripping Greg's ass firmly. The last thing he wanted was for him to lose his balance as Jack wet his lips and closed soft kisses around the head of his cock, just to the ridge, then back...again and again.

[misanthrope_md]

"For god's sake, Jack..." House groaned.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

His mouth was so warm, so wet, watering for more. He wanted to taste every inch of Greg, feel him only with his lips and his tongue. He let go, took him deeper, then pulled back and off, only to do it again, a little more of his cock slipping into Jack's mouth each time.

[misanthrope_md]

"Jack," House pleaded, barely having the willpower in his drunken haze not to just start fucking Jack's mouth.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He started sucking him off in earnest, groaning at the firm heat in his mouth. God, he loved hearing his name when Greg said it like that.

[misanthrope_md]

"Fuck yes," House moaned, his hips rolling a little into Jack's movements, eyes fluttering closed. "So good, so fucking... good..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack pulled at Greg's ass, holding him close as he relaxed and took him in to the hilt. He stopped then, reveling in the feeling of Greg's body against his face, his throat filled with him too.

[misanthrope_md]

"Jack," House gasped again, "fuck Jack, I - " It was all he could do to give any sort of fair warning before he was coming, hard, yanking on Jack's hair and groaning.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He swallowed around the swelling, pulsing cock, holding onto his ass so he couldn't get away. As he swallowed, his tongue undulated, sucking softly and milking every last drop from him. It was only once he was done that Jack pulled off and looked up.

"Get in bed," he rasped, breath coming hard and fast.

[misanthrope_md]

House wasn't sure he had much a choice, honestly, since his knees were about to give out, so he just did as Jack said without question, sinking back onto the bed and taking a few deep breaths, trying to clear his head. It didn't work, the world was still just a haze of blurry lust.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack was on him, pushing him back, spreading his legs. His tongue went straight for his entrance, laving hungrily as he pushed Greg's legs up and over his shoulders.

[misanthrope_md]

House bit his lip hard to keep from crying out, the sensation so soon almost orgasming almost too much. God, sometimes when Jack got like this... House wasn't sure if anything could have stopped him, if for some reason he wanted to.