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House walked back to the hut from the ball. His leg didn't even hurt, because he mostly felt numb.
He'd gone outside for some air, and that's when he'd heard Jack's voice from the shadows. Not just Jack's voice, but Jack's moan, a sound he recognized all too well. And so he'd gotten only close enough to see Jack and Alcuin making out against a wall. And it wasn't even just that they were kissing, it was the sheer intimacy of it, the way Jack's lips brushed across the boy's forehead, the way Alcuin was softly saying, "so beautiful, my love" in French.
House would have rather seen him fucking most other people than to see that. Why him? What was it about that fucking kid? Was he really that goddamned pretty? ... okay, he was. But there had to be more to it than that!
As much as House had wanted to stalk over there and grab the kid by his hair and tell him to stay the hell away from Jack, and anyone else that House loved for that matter, he'd actually just felt nauseated instead. He'd started walking away, afraid that he might throw up, and then eventually he was just back at their hut.
He sat on the bed, waiting, each minute that passed thinking how much further things could have gotten between Jack and Alcuin.
He'd gone outside for some air, and that's when he'd heard Jack's voice from the shadows. Not just Jack's voice, but Jack's moan, a sound he recognized all too well. And so he'd gotten only close enough to see Jack and Alcuin making out against a wall. And it wasn't even just that they were kissing, it was the sheer intimacy of it, the way Jack's lips brushed across the boy's forehead, the way Alcuin was softly saying, "so beautiful, my love" in French.
House would have rather seen him fucking most other people than to see that. Why him? What was it about that fucking kid? Was he really that goddamned pretty? ... okay, he was. But there had to be more to it than that!
As much as House had wanted to stalk over there and grab the kid by his hair and tell him to stay the hell away from Jack, and anyone else that House loved for that matter, he'd actually just felt nauseated instead. He'd started walking away, afraid that he might throw up, and then eventually he was just back at their hut.
He sat on the bed, waiting, each minute that passed thinking how much further things could have gotten between Jack and Alcuin.