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for Jack

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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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.

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."

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."

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

"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.

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

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

"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.

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

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

"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.

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."

"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.

"Please Greg, keep hurting me?" House clarified softly as he shrugged out of his jacket.

"Yes. God, yes," he answered, pulling against Greg's hand so he could open his eyes and look at him. "If...you want to."

The lines were so undefined that Jack still wasn't sure if he could ask, should ask, or if Greg wanted to. But...flexible. Hell, if he could keep his pants on around everyone else, Greg could do this one thing.

He licked his lips slowly and nodded. "Please Greg, keep hurting me."

House bent his head and pressed his lips to Jack's skin below his collarbone, then bit him.

He wasn't sure why this suddenly didn't bother him as much - he wasn't sure if seeing Jack and Alcuin had motivated him because he wanted to prove to Jack that sex was better with him, that he could be enough, or if it was... well, anger.

As he swiped his tongue against the bite mark and tasted the slight tang of blood, he really hoped it was the former.

Jack went quiet. His breathing was shallow, eyes closed again, his fingers curling to hold onto the bedding. This wasn't something he'd let just anyone do to him. It wasn't anything he'd ask anyone to do to him.

He groaned softly, unable to keep it in, and with his next breath he whispered, almost to softly to be heard.

"More."

House pushed Jack's shirt over his shoulders and ran one hand up his chest. He paused at one of his nipples and thumbed over it before sliding it between his thumb and forefinger and pinching as hard as he could. Just as he crushed his mouth against Jack's.

He cried out, the sound muffled by the kiss. He lunged toward him, pressing against Greg's hand, kissing him almost desperately. It hurt...God, it hurt. It was perfect.

It was penance.

House groaned into the kiss, and brought Jack's lower lip between his teeth, biting down until he tasted blood again as he shoved his hand between Jack's legs.

Thighs spread quickly and Jack whimpered softly. Pain, need, it was all blurring into one and all he could think of was please. He let go of the bedding and grasped Greg's shoulders, holding him there, tempted to pull him closer but afraid he might stop.

"Tell me how much you need me," House growled as his lips moved to Jack's neck, sucking hard at a spot at the hollow of his neck while he massaged his groin through his pants.

"Jesus, Greg...I need you every fucking minute of the day," he gasped, rocking his hips to meet his hand. "You've got no idea. Three...four...five times a day. Need...fuck, so much..." Jack said, his voice cracking a bit.

"Not just sex," House whispered, tongue darting over the now discolored spot on Jack's neck. "Me."

"Yeah...yes," he lied, gasping and squirming to get closer. To get more. "Greg, I need you. Please. Please."

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