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]

"You still haven't told me why you're stalking me," House pointed out. "Curiosity? Obligation? Affection?"

[im_torchwood]

"I'm not stalking you," he repeated again. It was just as much bullshit now as it had been beforre.

[drfeelbad]

House snorted. "Look, if you know me, you know there's no point in lying to me. And I know you're not stupid, because I wouldn't have gotten close to someone stupid."

[im_torchwood]

That made Jack smile. Of all the things he got called, rarely was he labeled smart. But he could do temporal calculations in his head, could fix nearly any tech, and he was exceptionally well read. He just didn't present any of that.

"You don't think it's just because I'm so pretty?" he asked.

[drfeelbad]

"Pretty gets you into bed," House said. "Pretty might get you a glimpse at the birthmark. But no way you get both the birthmark and details about my father. Hell, Wilson doesn't even have both of those things."

[im_torchwood]

Jack smirked at that.

"Wilson's tough competition," he said. "But you and me, we got...pretty close."

[drfeelbad]

House looked at him for a moment and then said, "Guess what happened when I ran into the guy I'd been sleeping with, when it was a different version of him and he didn't remember me."

[im_torchwood]

"Do tell," Jack said. The bartender passed and Jack ordered House a double.

[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.