House

[im_torchwood]

Jack couldn't just leave well enough alone. When he had free time, he found himself haunting the hospital, driving past Greg's building, spying on him as he got coffee. He even lo-jacked his bike.

But actually talk to the man? That wasn't in the plan.

He was actually in the hallway outside the clinic when his phone rang. He stopped to look at it, but it was just his boss so he swiped the call away.

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[drfeelbad]

"We started sleeping together," House said. "Caught up right where we left off."

[im_torchwood]

"If that's what you're hoping for...it'd be more likely you punch me in the face."

[drfeelbad]

"Why the fuck would I punch you in the face before I get the opportunity to see you naked?" House asked.

[im_torchwood]

"That is a much longer story. You want another? Get a booth?" Jack asked. The bartender put down the double.

[drfeelbad]

House held up a hand. "No, do not tell me why I would want to punch you in the face. It's irrelevant. I don't care." Then he added, "But yes, let's get a booth. My leg hurts."

[im_torchwood]

Jack nodded, grabbed both glasses, and sauntered over to a booth. He knew House would be a bit behind, so he took the moment to drip the retcon into the scotch.

Then he sat.

"Okay," he said. "But you gotta admit, this jaw is begging for a fist."

[drfeelbad]

"Only because it's so perfect," House said. After he sat down, he took a sip of the scotch.

"Kiss me," he said. "I want to see if it jogs my memory."

[im_torchwood]

"Kiss you?" Jack replied, arching a skeptical brow.

[drfeelbad]

"Yes," said House, and took another drink. "Why, you don't want to?"

[im_torchwood]

It had been so many years since he had kissed Greg. And still, after all this time, he couldn't deny he still cared.

So he moved in close and kissed him proper.

[drfeelbad]

House was actually kind of surprised when he did it. And even more surprised when it was a real kiss. A nice kiss.

When it broke, he looked kind of stunned.

[im_torchwood]

"Jog anything?" Jack asked, sitting back down.

[drfeelbad]

"A partial erection," House said, and grinned.

[im_torchwood]

"From one little kiss?" Jack asked, looking cocky.

[drfeelbad]

House might have been exaggerating, but he didn't say so. "What, it wasn't good for you?"

[im_torchwood]

"It's good for me every single time," he smiled.

[drfeelbad]

"You never answered me, about why you're stalking me," House pointed out quietly.

[im_torchwood]

"Probably a masochist thing," he shrugged. "I'm fucking stupid and I should leave you alone."

Funny how honest he could be ccx when he knew House wouldn't remember any of this.

[drfeelbad]

"Why?" asked House. "Why should you leave me alone?"

It wasn't as if his life wasn't complicated enough already, but this was too much of a puzzle to pass up. A sexy puzzle.

[im_torchwood]

Jack gave House a look.

"Really?"

[drfeelbad]

House frowned. "Really. What is it, you, or me?"

[im_torchwood]

"It's absolutely you," Jack answered. He took a sip of his water and when he sat it down he pushed it aside. "One hundred percent."

[drfeelbad]

“What does that even mean?” House sighed, and knocked back the rest of his drink.

[im_torchwood]

"Why don't you take me back to your place and I'll explain it," he said suggestively.

[drfeelbad]

House considered this for a moment. "All right. But I'm not promising to put out. I'm sure you know that you are appealing straight to my insatiable curiosity, not my dick," he said.