for Jack

[misanthrope_md]

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.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He'd hung around for a while and put himself back together, then went looking for House. Not at the boarding house, he followed the path to the hut, hoping Greg had just gotten bored and gone home.

Padfoot darted past him when e opened the door and Jack gave the dog a quick glance before he walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Thought you might be here," he said, forcing the casual tone.

[misanthrope_md]

House was still wearing his suit, sitting on the same spot on the bed. He hadn't really thought of what he was going to say, but suddenly instead of accusing, it was just, "I was bored."

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Jack nodded and turned, pulling the tie he'd never to fix from around his neck and shrugging the jacket of the tux off.

"Sorry. I don't know why I made you go. I didn't want to be there, either."

[misanthrope_md]

House shrugged off his jacket as well. "I didn't actually see you there."

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"I stayed outside. Went for a walk with Ianto so he wouldn't hit the tree anymore, then talked to a couple people. Nothing exciting," he said, the dull acceptance having crept back in on the walk home. He undid his cuffs and the buttons, then joined House on the bed, leaning in to kiss his neck.

"Fuck me," he whispered.

[misanthrope_md]

It was all House could do not to flinch away from him. He wasn't sure what was going through his head, except thinking that Jack probably wouldn't want to fuck if he'd just fucked Alcuin...

"Suddenly horny?" he asked

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"Not suddenly," he said, his voice growing deeper. "Been waiting all day..."

[misanthrope_md]

"Have you?" House murmured. "Just for me?" He slid one hand up Jack's back, up his neck, then tangled his fingers in his hair, pulling tightly.

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Jack gasped, his lips parted and eyes falling closed. "Yes," he whispered, massaging the truth of the one small word.

[misanthrope_md]

"You know how much it means to me that you save yourself for me," House said softly, fingers pulling even tighter.

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"I...know," he answered, swallowing hard. If he'd thought about it, Jack might have questioned why now, of all times, House was acting like this.

Fact was, it felt to good for him to care.

[misanthrope_md]

House probably should have been questioning it, too. As in, why he wasn't calling Jack on what he'd seen.

"You've been hornier than usual lately," he continued, his voice soft, mouth close to Jack's ear. "I'm surprised you can even walk with how much time you've been spending with my cock inside you."

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"I...yeah," he groaned, arching closer and reaching out to try to get the suit jacket off of Greg. "God, please, Greg...you're hurting me." Just a statement. He really didn't want him to stop. And as if he hadn't needed to get off bad enough before he got home, now he was almost shaking.

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He'd slammed the door when he left. How pathetic. It hadn't felt nearly as good as he'd hoped, getting out. House was pissed and hurt, Jack was pissed and hurt, nothing was resolved, and eventually he'd have to go back.

He'd walked for a while, finally winding up on the beach, and he laid down in the sand. It was dark and he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling he'd fucked up. Fucked up badly. And then he'd just left.

House probably wondered who he was fucking. That was a laugh. He wasn't going to. He hadn't. He wouldn't. Not that House believed him.

At some point he fell asleep. He only knew he had because the sunrise nearly blinded him. He got up and walked back, taking a shower early enough that he was alone, then he headed back to the hut. His hair was still wet and he had on fresh clothes when he walked out through the growing breakfast crowd.

He really hoped House would still be asleep as he walked in.

[misanthrope_md]

However, House was not even there.

He had, in fact, woken to a blinding pain in his hand and walked to the Compound, to the clinic, where he'd been trying for twenty minutes to splint his own hand.

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He sat down on the bed, trying to think and finding himself only able to think of the normal patterns. House wasn't home, Jack should go find him. Kitchen, clinic, shower...

God, what if he'd gone off and found someone else if he thought that was Jack was doing, too?

He got to his feet and was back in the compound, hitting each destination in order. Kitchen. Clin--

At least his hair was dry.

"Hey."

[misanthrope_md]

House looked up, felt his stomach turn over. "You showered."

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"I shower every day," he replied evenly, coming closer. "How bad did you hurt it?" He looked at the job House had done bandaging it up and his one handed attempt wasn't that good. "You want a little help with that?"

[misanthrope_md]

"I think I fractured a metacarpal," House muttered. "It needs a proper splint." It hurt like hell, too.

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"You must have hit the bed harder than Ianto hit the tree," he said, walking over to where the clinic's splinting supplies were. "You're going to have to wear this for a few weeks. And no cane in this hand."

Hell, he almost sounded like an actual doctor.

[misanthrope_md]

"Trees aren't made of iron," House said irritably. He didn't add that he'd be better off if he'd just punched Jack in the face.

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"I guess," he agreed, bringing the stuff over to where House was. He really didn't know what to say, so he focused on the triage. At least that was something he wouldn't fuck up.

[misanthrope_md]

House was still in his clothes from the night before, albeit horribly wrinkled.

"I probably look like hell."

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Jack shrugged and got to work, taking House by the arm and getting a look at the badly bruised area, a clear indication the bone was probably broken beneath it.

"I've seen worse."

[misanthrope_md]

House was quiet for a long moment, almost until Jack was done.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Did you fuck him?" His voice sounded slightly strangled.