for Jack

[misanthrope_md]

[taking place on the night of all this]

House didn't have much of a sense of time on the island, generally, but he did know when it was getting to be really late. Still, he knew Jack, and his bizarre sleeping habits, and so usually wasn't that surprised if he came back to the hut late, just having been visiting friends or in the compound and not really caring that it was midnight.

But House did like sleep, and so it was probably around midnight when he zonked out, arm splayed out across Jack's pillow.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

No, Jack was fairly certain she wouldn't. However, what was said on the beach would stay on the beach, and Jack kept quiet. He curled in against House and kissed him, his lips still holding onto the taste of lipstick.

"I'm happier here with you."

[misanthrope_md]

Suddenly House stiffened a little. "And I suppose this is the part where I'm supposed to pretend you don't taste like lipstick, in the interest of keeping peace," he said coolly.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack pulled back and dragged his fingers across his lips. "Don't pretend. I told you she kissed me. I kissed her back. Well, not her back. In return. And, you know...but it was just a kiss, Greg. She was...sad. I held her and made her feel better. I told you all this...to you want the play by play? I walked in and the films were going. She made a crack about being a television star and curled up against me. I held her. We talked a lot about you. She kissed me. I kissed her. She held me. I held her. I told her I belong to you, she said she didn't want to jeopardize anything...want me to keep going?"

[misanthrope_md]

House was quiet for a long moment, then sighed. "No, thank you. I'm going back to sleep."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Yeah...okay."

Jack watched him for a minute, then rolled out of bed. He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on in the dark.

"I slept enough," he said quietly, then went out and sat on the porch.

[misanthrope_md]

Once House heard the door close, he grumbled something under his breath, flopped onto his back, and fell back to sleep within minutes. It was the middle of the night.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack sat on the porch with Padfoot laid beside him. The dog's tail thumped against the boards for a while, but finally stilled as he curled up asleep. Jack watched the stars, named them off in his head, tried to find one for himself.

Stacy. There she was, shining down. He wondered how many times Greg and Stacy had done this sort of thing, this...tension. She was more than just a resource for navigating the relationship with Greg, though. He did like her, but he trusted her. Trusted her enough to sleep. Trusted her enough to dream.

His thoughts moved to the dream, but he really didn't want to think of the bloody man or the faceless woman so he shoved all that to the back of his mind and considered the films. Thought of what he'd seen...how it effected him.

He closed his eyes and saw vividly the bare skin of Stacy's back, but what had truly captivated him was Greg. Shirtless. Naked...even though it wasn't shown. Greg's lips. Greg...who was in bed, just feet from him.

Jack pushed up from the chair, careful not to disturb the dog, and walked back in quietly. He waited a second to see if Greg was really asleep, then stripped and climbed back onto the bed, burrowing under the cover and slipping the pajamas down slowly before closing his lips around the sleeping man's soft cock.

[misanthrope_md]

House didn't wake, but it was clear he was dreaming about something as Jack started, his hips canting slightly towards Jack's mouth, a ghost of a smile appearing on House's lips before he groaned softly in his sleep.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He moved slow, working his tongue along every inch, taking him deep but then less and less as Greg grew hard in his mouth. He stroked the bare skin of his hips, encouraging the thrusting with fingers, palms, and moans.

[misanthrope_md]

Though still apparently asleep, House's hips started to move more, faster, fucking Jack's mouth. A few unintelligible sounds tumbled from his mouth, along with something that almost sounded like, "yeah, you like that..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack moaned low, working with Greg's rhythm. He tightened his lips, drew back, making his cheeks pull in. One hand moved from Greg's hip to the root of his cock, pulling him off firmly, his own hips bucking against the bed.

[misanthrope_md]

It was at this point that House finally woke up, his entire body twitching in surprise as he realized what was going on. But he didn't have much time to process it all, with Jack still going at it; House didn't think he'd ever woken up 9/10 of the way to orgasm before. He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to.

"Fuck," he gasped, reached out and tangling his hand in Jack's hair and yanking. "Fuck yes, Jack, that's it..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Another groan and Jack redoubled his efforts with Greg's fingers tearing at his hair. Faster, harder, wetter, letting every sound echo in the darkness.

[misanthrope_md]

House panted, eyes rolling up to the ceiling, and when he came, he groaned loudly and thrust his cock down Jack's throat.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

It was rare, but Jack gagged and jerked back, swallowing hard. He waited until Greg was completely finished, then let go, licked his lips, and stretched up the length to kiss him.

"I don't taste like lipstick anymore," he purred.

[misanthrope_md]

"No," House growled, "you taste like come." And he kissed him, hard. Then - "You're determined that I'm not going to sleep, aren't you?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack kissed him back hungrily, despereate for more. When it broke for more talking, he was in the middle and his lips and tongue kept moving against nothing.

"You can sleep any time you want," he answered, movig lower to kiss Greg's shoulders and chest. "Just not now."

[misanthrope_md]

House groaned. "Christ. I'm an old man, you know..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I know you're mine," he murmured, his erection digging into Greg's leg.

[misanthrope_md]

"Mmmmm..." A smile tugged at House's lips. "Which is why you're humping my leg."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack chuckled and reached down, grabbing his cock. "Which is why I'm going to come on you, then lick you clean."

[misanthrope_md]

House shuddered at that, his eyes following Jack's hand. He licked his lips.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He moved, straddling Greg's hips so he could watch. "I know what you like to see," he said softly as his hand moved and his hips rolled on him. "Know...what gets you...hard."

[misanthrope_md]

House swallowed. "If you get a repeat performance out of me after that, I'll be extremely impressed." Still, he could feel the stir of arousal deep in his belly as he watched Jack.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack tipped his head back, stroking slowly to start, pulling the skin tight, then slack over the head, thrusting into his palm.

"If I do, I want you to fuck me," he said, soft and low, his ass grazing Greg's cock. "I want to ride you, curled over, licking my come off your chest."