Back with my usual disclaimers. You know...don't own House, all that. Just using him for my own entertainment.
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House was tingling with nerves and anticipation as he rode the elevator with Johnny. Now that the initial rush from their fierce makeout session in the studio was starting to wear off, House was questioning the wisdom of joining him here.
He could feel Johnny's long fingers curve over his shoulders, his thumbs pressing along his spine. The other man brushed his lips up the back of House's neck, ending with a flick of his tongue to the cartilage of House's ear. "Thinking too goddamn hard again." He murmured. "It ain't that serious, brother."
House let out an involuntary gasp at the move, only mildly surprised by his own reaction. He only vaguely heard the elevator ding when it arrived at its destination, and Johnny's rumbling chuckle behind him.
"Plenty more where that came from." He told House in his distinctive Texas twang. "That's nothing but a little preview."
The two men strode down the hallway until they reached Johnny's apartment, and Johnny quickly unlocked the door to let them in.
No sooner had House closed the door behind him than Johnny pushed him hard against it, his lips crashing into House's while his fingers easily unbuttoned House's shirt. Johnny's hands were rough over his skin, rougher than any woman House had known. Not that he could remember what a woman's touch felt like. It had been far too long since anyone had touched him in any sort of intimate way.
He felt Johnny's thumbs brush over his nipples, and House let out an involuntary gasp in both surprise and pleasure.
"Like that, huh?" Johnny growled against House's mouth while his hands continued their wandering journey over House's torso. House almost instinctively reached out to unsnap Johnny's shirt, spreading it open and smoothing his hands over the other man's chest and stomach.
Johnny moaned into House's mouth and leaned into his hands, letting his own hands drift to House' s waist, moving toward House's belt buckle. "Goddammit, House. That feels good, man."
House's hands slid to Johnny's lower back, and Johnny pressed against him, grinding against him. He could feel Johnny harden against him, and was only slightly surprised to find his own flesh harden in response.
Johnny's lips were on his again, his tongue slipping in to roughly tangle with House's. House almost couldn't help but respond in kind, succumbing to the stimulation far easier than he should have.
The other man reached down between them, working at House's belt buckle until it came loose, quickly unfastening his jeans with deft fingers and slipping a hand inside.
House thought he was going to come undone right there, and he let out a rough growl, arching into Johnny's touch as he moved down further, cupping his balls and gently caressing them. Johnny's other hand pressed into House's back, his lips drifting from House's mouth to start down his neck. His tongue flicked out all the way down to House's collarbone, where Johnny lightly sucked at a spot there, nearly bringing House to a point of no return.
Just then Johnny pulled back, scanning over House's face as he removed his hand from House's jeans. "Goddammit, House. I'd bang you right here if it weren't for that damn leg of yours."
"Sorry." House muttered, still tingling all over from Johnny's ministrations.
"Don't be." Johnny leaned in and kissed him again. "Gives me an excuse to get you into bed. Come on, it ain't far."
House allowed Johnny to pull him along to a nearby bedroom, and they both landed none too gently on the bed. Johnny pushed House onto his back and picked up right where he had left off.
Soon House was back in the moment, allowing Johnny's hands and lips to wander over him. The stimulation was driving him closer to the edge, and he barely noticed that Johnny had shifted so that he was between House's legs, tugging at his jeans.
The move made House tense, but Johnny didn't seem to notice. He continued to ease House's jeans and boxers off of him, an expression of mild surprise crossing his face when he ran across House's scar.
"Shit, man." Johnny commented softly. "No wonder you're hurting."
House rolled his eyes to cover his discomfort. "Do we have to talk about this right now?"
"Nope." Johnny leaned over House, capturing his lips in a rough kiss. "Rather not talk at all, if you catch my drift."
"Fine with me." He emitted a low moan as Johnny's hands smoothed over him, pulling him up so that he was sitting up. Johnny slipped off House's shirt and kissed him along his shoulder before guiding him to lie down again. He sat back on his knees, seeming to survey House's body.
Johnny's long fingers curved over House's legs, his thumbs pressing into his inner thighs on their way to meeting at House's core. "You are one fine looking man, brother." Johnny gave House an appreciative smile as one hand cupped him, a finger drifting lower to touch his hole.
House couldn't help but be a little intrigued at what Johnny obviously had in mind for him. Johnny let out a low chuckle at whatever expression was on House's face. "Don't worry, man. I ain't gonna hurt you." He shifted so that he lay beside House, his finger still pressing against House's hole and feeling around lightly. "I kinda like things on the rough side, but I'm not into all that."
House nodded mutely, watching as Johnny reached over for a small bottle on the nightstand, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers. "Just a little something to make things easier."
House closed his eyes and allowed Johnny to explore him, rubbing all around until he eased one long finger inside him. He sucked in a long breath at the move, arching his back before letting out a rough groan.
"God damn, you're turning me on." Johnny sounded nearly breathless, leaning over House as he slid his finger back and forth inside House. Soon he added a second, and House could feel himself getting closer to the edge.
He was squirming uncontrollably at the sensation, and he felt Johnny's lips on his neck, his tongue flicking out as he worked at a particularly sensitive spot. House let him know it, all manner of involuntary sounds falling from his lips.
"You're killing, me, man." Johnny told him roughly. "Let me out."
House somehow found the other man's belt buckle, fumbling around briefly before unfastening it, the button and zipper on Johnny's jeans close behind.
Johnny pulled out of House, quickly stripping down and reaching over House to pull a condom out of the nightstand. He covered himself in nearly record time, settling between House's legs and touching his tip to House's entrance. "I'll go nice and slow. It's gonna be good for both of us, trust me."
House was tense from both nerves and anticipation, still not fully sure what to expect. Johnny seemed to study him with an intense expression as he gently started to guide his shaft into House.
Johnny had prepared him well. House only felt the slightest twinge as parts of him were stretched beyond their normal limits as Johnny slowly entered him. He let out a low moan as Johnny pushed deeper, settling into an easy rhythm as he hit House's prostrate with nearly every stroke.
It was an altogether new sensation, and House was thoroughly enjoying it, much to his own surprise. Johnny slid his arms under House's legs, wrapping his hands around House's waist and pounding harder into him. "You like that? Huh?"
House could barely respond, curling his fingers in the bed covers as he came closer to the edge, rough sounds coming out of his mouth as Johnny started going faster.
He slammed into House with a final stroke, pressing into House as he came hard, curling his long, lean body over House to plant a long, hard kiss on his lips.
Johnny shifted as he slid out of House, reaching down to curve his long fingers around House's still hard cock and stroking him before taking it into his mouth.
That alone nearly took House over, but when he felt Johnny's tongue drag along the underside of his shaft, he couldn't hold back any longer. He came hard into Johnny's mouth, the other man sucking and swallowing until House finally stopped him with a hand on top of his head.
He blew out a long breath while Johnny shifted to lie next to him, his fingers tracing lightly over House's stomach. "Hope I wasn't too rough on you."
"Nope, not at all." It was actually a true statement. House closed his eyes, relaxing in the post-coital calm that had settled over him. It was his first sexual encounter in ages that hadn't involved an exchange of cash, and he had every intention of milking it for all it was worth. The fact that the encounter was not only with a man, but with a nearly legendary musician still surprised him, but House couldn't say it wasn't enjoyable.
"Still with me, brother?" Johnny's voice pulled House out of his thoughts.
"Yeah." House answered quietly. "Just…you know…thinking."
"Don't think so hard." Johnny told him, curling his arm around House's waist and pulling in closer. "Just enjoy it."
"Believe me, I'm trying." House huffed.
Johnny laughed a little and propped himself up on one elbow, hovering over House. "You up for going out later?"
"Where?"
"Another one of those music clubs." Johnny told him. "There's a new band that's generating a hell of a lot of buzz. Thought I'd scout them out for the label. Interested?"
"Sure." Even as House said it, he wasn't sure he would be up for it. Johnny had worked him over good, and all he wanted to do was sleep. "When?"
"Not for a couple hours yet. Figured we'd rest up, grab some food, and then head out."
"Sounds good." House relaxed as Johnny wrapped his long limbs around House, settling in on his shoulder.
This wasn't so bad, House decided. It was a hell of a lot better than holing himself up in his apartment feeling sorry for himself. So far he'd played some music, gotten laid, and now had another night of music to look forward to. This weekend was going far better than he had expected. House only hoped it would keep going. He was nowhere near ready for the fun to end.
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Johnny awakened an hour or so later, pleasantly surprised to find House still sprawled out next to him. He propped himself up on an elbow to admire the sight.
House was obviously older than Johnny, but he'd held up pretty well, save for the ragged scar that took up a good portion of his right leg. That must have been the old injury House had referred to when they had first met.
Johnny ran his hand over House's chest and stomach, careful not to wake him. He'd damn near fucked the man into a coma, and if Johnny had any hope of a repeat performance at some point over the weekend, it made sense not to disturb House.
Still, it was hard for Johnny to resist touching the man. He'd waited a good month for House to show up, and damned if it hadn't been worth the wait. House had reacted so strongly to whatever stimulation Johnny had given him, and that only served to heighten the experience for Johnny as well.
House snorted and turned to his side, still fast asleep. Johnny followed, tucking in behind him and lightly caressing House's back. The muscle flexed under Johnny's hand as House shifted, and Johnny smiled a little to himself as he admired the movement.
He slid an arm around House's waist and pressed against him, spreading his hand out along his stomach and leaving a lingering kiss on his neck. House seemed to stir slightly in reaction, murmuring something Johnny couldn't quite catch.
Feeling further encouraged, Johnny trailed his tongue over the spot on House's neck and smoothed his hand downward, moving toward House's center.
A rough hand suddenly grasped his and stopped him, moving it back to where it had previously rested. Johnny paused for a moment, simply resting against House while letting his thoughts wander.
It was odd, Johnny thought, that he found himself wrapped around this man as if they were a couple. A majority of his encounters ended with Johnny leaving as soon as he could manage it. Once in a while he found himself getting attached to someone, but those people were few and far between. As someone who had spent the bulk of his adult life on the road, Johnny couldn't afford to get attached to anyone. It was far better to get his kicks where he could and move on. No harm, no foul.
He wasn't sure when that attitude had started to change. Something about this last tour had worn him down, and by the time he landed in New York, Johnny was ready to get off the road for a while. When Rex and Calvin had started talking about starting a record label, Johnny had jumped at the opportunity. Of course, the fact that his own label had cut him loose probably had a lot to do with that.
"You didn't have to stop." House's voice pulled Johnny out of his thoughts.
Johnny shook off his darkening thoughts and shifted closer to House. "Thought you wanted me to stop."
House rolled over to his back, staring up at the ceiling. "I never said that."
"Guess I misunderstood you." Johnny answered, returning to run his hand over the other man's stomach, letting it wander downward until it brushed the hair that surrounded his slowly hardening cock. He curved his fingers around the firm flesh and stroked it with his thumb.
House let out a short gasp, and Johnny leaned over him, pressing his lips against House's and slowly slipping his tongue into the other man's mouth. A low moan was House's only reply as he wrapped an arm around Johnny and pulled him in closer until Johnny was almost on top of him.
Johnny slid his other arm under House and rolled to his back, taking House with him. House let out a surprised grunt, but didn't resist the move, and Johnny spread his long fingers out along House's lower back while still stroking House's now rock-hard cock.
Before long he felt House's rough fingers delicately, almost tentatively, run along his own shaft. The touch was followed by the feel of House's lips brushing against Johnny's neck and down to his collarbone.
House's light touch was an almost torturous tease, and Johnny wanted more. He arched into House, their cocks briefly touching. "Come on, brother. Don't be shy."
The other man seemed to pause briefly before taking Johnny's hard flesh into his hand and stroking slowly, squeezing lightly as he did so. He leaned heavily against Johnny, pressing his cheek against Johnny's own, the stubble rubbing against it, House's breath heavy in Johnny's ear.
Johnny shifted slightly, letting the hand that was on House's back move lower, feeling around until he found the hole, pressing and rubbing it. House squirmed at the touch, letting out a short groan, and Johnny pushed further. It was still slick from earlier, and Johnny's finger slid in easily, working back and forth.
House twitched and squirmed, obviously trying to contain his reaction and failing. He released Johnny to brace himself against the mattress, his cheek still pressed against Johnny's face, soft sounds of pleasure carrying into Johnny's ear.
Johnny easily took over, taking both his and House's cocks in his hand and stroking hard while he fingered House. He could feel the pressure build inside himself as House's whole body tensed against him. The other man was either trying hard to contain his reaction or taking his sweet time coming. Right now he felt so good against Johnny that he didn't care which one it was.
He plunged his finger in deeper while stroking faster, and House suddenly released, burying his face in Johnny's shoulder, a muffled groan escaping him, his body shaking ever so slightly.
House shifted as if he were going to pull away, but Johnny held him close, still stroking both of them. "Just stick with me a little longer, brother." He managed to rasp out. He pulled his finger out of House and rested his hand against House's back as he finished himself off, coming hard while encouraging a few final spasms of pleasure out of House.
"Fuck, man." Johnny blew out a long breath and folded his arms over House, bringing his hands to rest on the other man's rear. House immediately tensed at the move, and Johnny could sense that the mood between them had changed. "Something wrong?"
"Nope." House's response was short. "Just need to get up. Kind of need to clean up a little."
Johnny released him, a brief moment of disappointment running through him. "Sure, man. Bathroom's right over there."
House slowly pushed himself off Johnny, making no eye contact with him as he limped heavily toward the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Johnny folded his hands under his head and stared up at the ceiling with a hard sigh. House's reaction was baffling enough, but he was having an even harder time with his own reaction.
Just because he had wanted to hold House close didn't mean he was getting attached to the man. He just liked House, and it had been longer than he cared to admit since he'd been with anyone. So why was he so damned disappointed when House had pulled away?
He closed his eyes, listening as the shower water ran, House's rumbling baritone rising above it. Johnny allowed himself a small smile at the sound. Maybe House was starting to relax a little bit now, and maybe, in time…
Johnny was startled at his train of thought. The idea that he was even thinking there might be more to what was going on between him and House scared the hell out of him. He needed to check that thought, and fast, otherwise there was a real possibility he would scare House off. There was no way in hell he wanted to let that happen, not when he and House were getting off to such a great start.
He finally decided to quit analyzing things. There wasn't any point, anyway. Things would play out to their natural conclusion, and that would be it. Might as well enjoy things in the meantime. That sounded like as good a plan as any.
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