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for Jack

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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"Nnnngh..."

Jack had the same old dilemma. Thrust into Greg's hand, grind against his cock. Such choices.

He found a rhythm to do both, so close to coming his thighs shook.

"Oh god, Jack, fuck..." House groaned, getting to the point where he couldn't really hold out himself. The nails of his one hand dug into Jack's wrist as the other pumped his cock furiously.

His voice rose in pitch and volume, his whole body shaking, hips bucking, cock thrusting for more, a little more...

"Greg, fucking fuck!" he screamed, pulsing suddenly and hard, shooting off against the door.

As soon as House felt Jack come, he slid both his hands down onto his hips, holding him fast as he started to thrust as hard as he could, so fucking close, grunting with each thrust that practically knocked Jack against the door.

He spread his hands again, using them to take the brunt of it as he dropped forward, pushed his ass back, and took it, letting Greg use him.

It had been way to fucking long sine he'd felt this good.

"God Jack," House gasped, barely able to get the words out. "Oh god, oh fuck, that's - oh fuck - "

He came, harder and better than he could remember in a really long time. It seemed to go on and on, Jack's perfect ass milking his cock, House's pulse pounding in his ears.

Just as the rush of wet heat filled him, Jack's shoulders and spine started to prickle with sweat. He had his cheek pressed to the wood, gulping deep breaths to try to bring himself back.

"Love..." he muttered, the rest of it implied.

House nodded breathlessly and staggered back a little. "I think I need to lay down."

He sank back onto the bed, looking exhausted, but sated and happy.

Jack nodded and stood up a little more, leaning heavily against the door. He didn't trus himself to move just yet.

"You okay?"

"I'm fan-fucking-tastic. If you can tear yourself away, get over here, I want to touch you."

Jack turned slowly, grinning as he stumbled to thebed and stretched out, kissing Greg slowly. "You are high," he chuckled. "Sanders come up with something new for you?"

"I'm not high," House said, which was true. "So no, he didn't." Not wanting Jack to ask anymore questions, he decided to go about distracting him. Which meant running his hands up and down his body.

"Mmmm, God, that's good," he sighed, stretching out so Greg could do more. "Too bad, you know. I love fucking you whe you're a little stoned."

"What, you didn't like that?" House murmured, hand slightly down Jack's hip then ghosting over his balls. "Do I need to smoke some pot and try again?"

Jack groaned and spread his thighs a little. "I fucking loved it...and sure." He turned a bright grin to Greg and reached out to touch his jaw. "Been a while since you fucked me til I could't walk."

When Jack got like this, House usually couldn't keep up. But this time he might surprise him.

"This time I want you to tell me exactly how you want it."

He slid down a little, lowered his head, and licked a line from root to tip of Jack's soft cock.

"Anything you want. Anything."

Another groan and he had his fingers tangled in Greg's hair. "God...you expect me to think when you're doing that?" he said softly, then waited just a heartbeat.

"Tie me up and fuck me hard, baby. I don't even care if you let me come."

"Tie you up?" House's eyes glinted. "Kinky. But you might change your mind about that other bit. I want you begging before we're through."

"Is that so?" he challenged, rolling to kiss Greg slowly, biting his lower lip.

"Go get something I can tie you with," House said, and slapped him lightly on the ass.

"Yessir." Another grin and he rolled off the bed. It took a minute of pawing through the chest, but he came back with a hanful of ties that neither of them wore. Really, they shouldn't even keep them with the clothes.

"Legs spread, arms up," said House, in a way that was clearly not a suggestion.

Jack laid down and did just as he was told. "You're so fucking good to me," he murmured.

House smirked a little. "You might want to withhold judgment on that one, baby."

He pulled one of the ties tight around Jack's wrist and knotted it expertly, then did the other.

He bit back a moan, but let his eyes slip closed. "Why? You gonna be bad?"

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