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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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"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."

He was shaking, now. Beyond a tremble or a shiver. Shaking.

"God, yes," Jack groaned, rolling his hips and clenching to feel more. "I'd give you something so good to watch."

"But nobody fucks you like I do," House added, still watching him. "I bet you'd just love to reach down and jerk off right now, wouldn't you. Grab your cock with one hand and pull, put the other on that dildo and start pushing it in and out, fucking yourself as hard as you can."

The sound that tore from his throat was part ecstacy, part exquisite agony. He was rock hard, squirming and writhing out of need, but also to drive Greg crazy.

"Nobody. Yeah. God, Greg, I..." he rasped, moving just so until the dildo hit just the right spot and he arched off the bed.

"Christ, that's hot," House breathed, settling back onto the bed. He unfastened his jeans and slipped his hand inside, starting to jerk off.

Jack caught his breath and repeated the motion, arching again, then doing it once more. Without warning, his stomach crunched hard and a snarling scream echoed, followed by him slamming his head back onto the bed.

By the time it was done, he couldn't even move.

House froze. "Jack?"

"Uh...huh?" he gasped in nearly a falsetto. It took every bit of strength he had to just open his eyes and look at Greg.

"Are you okay?" House scrambled up beside him. "Did you pull something?"

He smiled, and another second passed before he was able to chuckle softly. "Just an orgasm, baby. just...no come yet," he said softly, totally boneless.

House blinked at him, and then relaxed. "Shit, I thought I'd hurt you." He reached down and twisted the dildo. "Well so much for my plan."

"Ohhhh, what plan?" he groaned, squirming more. "Making me beg? There's a lot I could beg for still. I could beg you to fuck me. Beg you to spank me. Beg you to keep doing what you were doing, come on my face," Jack purred, feeling much more like himself.

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