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misanthrope_md ([personal profile] misanthrope_md) wrote2007-06-08 04:50 pm
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Homeplort Part 7

When House woke up, he felt a great deal of trepidation before opening his eyes... then was immediately relieved to find himself in his bed in Princeton rather than back on the island. The first thing he'd done was swallow two Vicodin. Then, surprised to find Jack asleep, he'd just let him sleep. He got up and took a shower, dressed, and started making breakfast. Omelettes again, as it was really the only thing he could cook. And coffee.

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2007-06-08 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack slept through the noise. He simply rolled over and buried his face in Greg's pillow, sleeping deeply. He'd been completely exhausted by the time he'd fallen asleep, and it wasn't until the scents of coffee and bacon roused him from his dreams.

Jack padded out to the kitchen, still naked, every mark on his neck and shoulders having gotten darker as the hours passed. He scrubbed his fingers through his hair and rubbed his eyes as he yawned, then wrapped an arm around Greg's waist from behind.

"Good morning," he purred, kissing the back of his neck.

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmmm," he exhaled against Greg's neck, letting him go in favor of a cup."I slept great, but I'm not sure it was your bed so much as you," he chuckled."

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
He'd already poured a second cup and simply slid it down the counter. "Yeah, maybe that's it," he grinned. He took a sip, then sat down the coffee so he could stretch, groaning loudly. "I should shower. Is there time?"

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Jack looked him over, his gaze moving down slowly, then back up to his face. "God, you look good," he said softly, leaning in and kissing him lightly. "I'll be right back."

He walked off shaking his head and chuckling softly. The shower turned on and his voice carried as he sang softly while he got cleaned up. It wasn't much longer before he returned in the other suit, jacket draped over his arm. He even had the dark blue tie around his neck, hanging loose.

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Does that make me your kept boy? Because I could get used to this," he shot back with a bright smile. "Feed me. Dress me. Fuck me into the mattress. And all I have to do is be yours," he added, tipping his neck so the hint of a mark showed above his coller.

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Hie eyebrows rose once and Jack reached out and snatched the keys. He caught House's hand at the same time, and stepped close, the scent of soap and shampoo still clinging to him. "Love to. Where are we going?"

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Right. Different now from the last time," he nodded, grabbing Greg's cane and passing it off. "You might have to hep me out a little. It's been a longtime since I drove, and I don't have a license. Or know where I'm going," he laughed. "Not that anything like that ever stopped me before."

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
"The last vehicle I destroyed got blown up by a bomb. When I was saving the world? Come on...have a little faith in me, gorgeous," he teased.

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure thing sugar daddy," he laughed, walking out ahead of House to unlock the car, open the doors, and get her going. The purr of the engine was even better in the driver's seat,and he waited patiently fr House to join him. "Which way first?"

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Once they hit the turnpike, it was a straight shot into the city. Jack drove fast, but remarkably well. The engine sang the way he worked the gears, but the purr was lost beneath the Coltrane coming from the stereo.

The trip should have taken an hour. 45 minutes and they were pulling up to The Peninsula (http://newyork.peninsula.com/) and Jack was handing the keys over to a valet.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he grinned, taking the bag before House could grab it.

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
No one knew them here, and Jack wasn't in the mood for subtle. Especially if it wasn't really real. He laid his hand on the small of Greg's back and leaned on the counter. "And can you reccomend a really good place for steak?" he asked, his voice dripping like warm honey.

The man behind the counter was good at his job, he barely looked flustered at the tone. "The Cottage is the best, sir. Although our restaurants are..."

"The Cottage," Jack cut him off and looked at House. "Take me there."

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
Jack chuckled and shook his head, but in the elevator he wrapped his arms around House and brushed his lips against his neck. "More than six grand a night...would you really pay that much for me?" he purred, ignoring Mark completely, who ignored the two of them in return.

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
As soon as the door shut, Jack ambled across the room and started looking through cupboards and drawers. He wandered in and out of rooms, and finally flopped back onto the bed, looking at House across the distance.

"The bed's not as good without you in it," he grinned.

[identity profile] captainjack.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Jack laughed softly and climbed off the bed, digging into the pocet and pulling out the phone.

Mom

This was an opportunity he couldn't possibly pass up. He flipped it open and turned his back to the bathroom, enjoying the view.

"You've reached the phone of Doctor Greg House, Captain Jack Harkness speaking."

"He's just stepped into the gents, Mrs. House. Blythe, then.

"Yes. Of course."

"We could do that, I can't see him taking that long."

"How do I know Greg? We're very good friends."

"Really. For about a year, now."

"I'm sure there are quite a few things he doesn't tell you, Blythe."