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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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"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?"

"You like that," House purred, noticing Jack's reaction. "You're getting hard just from this. You naughty, naughty boy."

He gave the knots a little tug, seeing how well Greg had tied him. Pretty fucking well, actually. It made his breathe deep and look into his eyes.

"So what if I am?" he purred.

"I like naughty," House said, and then dove down and sucked Jack's cock into his mouth.

A high pitched cry became a moan as the wet heat engulfed him. "Jesus, Greg...I fucking love you," he whispered.

House growled, vibrating around Jack's cock as he continued to suck him hard.

It wasn't much longer before he was bucking his hips, pulling against the ties, gasping Greg's name and random yes's with every breath.

House waited, waited until he felt the familiar tensing in Jack's body, the certain way that his breath pulled...

And then he stopped.

Licking his lips, he pulled away, sitting up on the bed. Then he leaned over and grabbed his jeans, started getting dressed.

Jack was lost, aching, gasping, and when it all abruptly stopped he whimpered as he tried to catch his breath.

"Greg?" he choked, confused as he watched him getting...dressed?

"Greg?" he asked again, fear coloring the name.

It was only when House heard his name the second time that he realized his little game of teasing might not be the best idea.

Christ, he was stupid sometimes.

Playing it off, he stopped with his jeans, then turned back around and flashed a smile at Jack as he sat at the foot of the bed. "Don't worry, baby, I'm not going anywhere."

He ran a finger over Jack's foot. "Of course, neither are you. Not going... or coming."

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