for Jack

[misanthrope_md]

For two days now, House had been taking Vicodin. Not as much as he'd been taking when he'd left Princeton - having cleaned it out of his system, it didn't take as much to make the pain go away. Though he knew it was only a matter of time before he started to build up a tolerance again.

In the meantime, he saw no reason to tell anyone. Certainly not Wilson or Chase, who would probably try to talk him out of it. What did they know? They didn't understand. Sure, he functioned. And he might be a jerk, but he still came off as a normal human being most of the time. But he was still in constant pain.

And he hadn't told Jack just because... well, he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was just easier if he kept it completely to himself. Like it didn't really exist. Because then he wasn't doing anything potentially stupid or selfish.

But despite all the misgivings, he felt great. Better than he'd felt in six months.

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[misanthrope_md]

House slowly pulled out the dildo, and then turned his head to kiss Jack. "Lay on your back and close your eyes."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack groaned at the loss, but he obeyed again automatically. Greg could have told him to do anything, and he'd have done it.

He could feel the toll the toy had taken on him. He was stretched and open, loose and waiting as he closed his eyes for Greg.

"Please," he whispered one more time.

[misanthrope_md]

House climbed off of the bed so that he could take off his jeans. And as he did, he almost soundlessly slipped his hand into his pocket, snuck two Vicodin out of the bottle, and swallowed them, before kicking the jeans over to the corner of the room.

"Are you sure you want me," he teased, climbing back up next to Jack. "The dildo was bigger."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Yes," he hissed, eyes still closed. " I want you. On me. In me. All over me. I want you a hundred ways, and then a thousand more. Greg, I'm begging you, baby, please," he said, remarkably keeping his hands to himself.