misanthrope_md | for Jack

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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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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."

"Ohgod," he whispered, watching as he sat. Jack swallowed hard, then swallowed hard again. Greg hadn't done this before and he had no clue what to expect.

He'd never felt quite so alive.

"Anything you want," he added, closing his eyes again.

House had originally been planning on leaving him there to go crazy for a while, take the dog for a walk or something. Of course, then he'd remembered...

Still, this would be just as good. Same concept, without actually letting Jack out of his sight.

"I've got a surprise for you," House said.

"What?" he asked, struggling a little. He was naked, totally exposed, and totally at Greg's mercy. He was trying so hard not to grin.

House leaned over to the nightstand, reaching into a drawer. "Your friend Maureen," he said. "Bit of a weird one, isn't she. Anyway, she saw me with Padfoot. Next thing I know, a couple of days later she's giving me this - "

House turned around, brandishing a neon pink dildo.

Jack's eyes went wide and round. "She didn't," he said, staring at it. "I told her she could boil it and use it herself again..."

"Well she did mention it was, er, sanitized," House said, glancing down at it. "Seemed a shame to give it to a dog when there's plenty of other things he could chew on..."

"Oh, Jesus," he groaned, his eyes locked on it. "Greg, please."

He was hungry for something, anything...but not desperate yet.

"Haven't decided what I'm going to do with it yet," House said, twirling it around in his fingers. "Hell, maybe I'll just fuck myself with it and make you watch."

"...Would you?" he asked, half tempted by the idea, half aching for Greg to do it to him insted.

House smirked. "I've got an even better idea."

He leaned over Jack, kissed his chest, and whispered, "Your ass is still slick with my come."

And he smoothly slid the dildo inside him.

As he pulled his knees up, Jack cried out, the didldo sliding in easily.

"Fuck...dirty," he gasped.

House smirked a little, and kissed him. All the while keeping his hands clear of Jack's cock.

Then he pulled away completely, just looked down at him. "How's that feel?"

He was gasping, short and shallow, struggling against the ties again.

"It's...okay," he answered, his voice cracking and giving away how much he was enjoying everything.

"God you look good like that," House assessed, eyes raking over him obscenely. "Stretched out, filled up. Sometimes I think I might like to watch someone else fuck you. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, baby."

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