Sorry for the delay on this one. Kind of found myself stuck on it for a while. As usual, I don't own the incredibly sexy House, just the incredibly sexy Johnny Rocket.

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House allowed his mind to wander as stepped out of the shower and found a towel. It had been a wild afternoon, and House only now felt as if he were waking up from a long, absurd dream.

His musical jam session with Johnny had been the stuff of dreams, even though House suspected Johnny had merely been flattering him when he'd told him he wanted to record House's version of his song. The jam session of the non-musical variety, on the other hand…nothing had prepared him for that.

It had been hot, intense, and powerful, from the minute it started in the studio to the moment it had ended with House shooting his load down Johnny's throat. House hadn't exactly known what to expect, and he sure as hell hadn't expected to react the way he did.

But react he had, and House had easily submitted to whatever Johnny wanted to do to him, enjoying every damn minute of it. Logically speaking, so little of his life was really in his control anyway. What was one more damn thing? At least giving up sexual control was enjoyable for all involved.

He wasn't sure why he had reacted as he did when Johnny had wrapped himself around him after that second round. It wasn't as if the man had declared undying love for House or anything. The move just felt more intimate than it should have, and it made House want to get away as fast as he could. They had no business getting so attached to each other. House had his life in Princeton, and Johnny would only be in New York for a few months, then he would most likely be back out on the road.

He limped heavily out of the bathroom, the towel wrapped around him, and went in search of his scattered clothes. Johnny was still stretched out across the bed, almost right where House had left him.

House heard him move when he sat down on the side of the bed to get dressed, and he felt a hand brush along his lower back as Johnny slid off the bed. The light contact sent a shiver through House, and he couldn't help but huff a little in irritation.

This was already getting far beyond ridiculous, House decided while he finished dressing. Allowing a man to bang him and suck him off for physical release was one thing. There was no reason on earth why a simple touch from that same man should make him react so strongly. Surely House wasn't that desperate for contact.

"Ready to roll?" Johnny's rough voice snapped House out of his reverie. He was rolling up the sleeves on a black buttondown shirt over a pair of faded, snug fitting jeans. House suddenly felt very underdressed in his own slightly wrinkled light blue buttondown over a t-shirt and jeans.

"I guess."

Johnny seemed to sense House's awkwardness. "You look good, man, don't sweat it."

House nodded and pushed himself off the bed, looking around for his cane. In all the excitement, he had completely lost track of the thing.

Johnny tilted his head. "Looking for something?"

"My cane." House answered. "Not sure where it ended up."

Johnny's rough face broke into a wide grin. "Probably dumped it at the door. Hold on."

He soon returned with the object in his hand, giving it to House. "Guess we'd better find a way to keep track of that thing. I've got a feeling you're gonna lose it a lot."

House snorted as he pushed himself off the bed. "So you just assume this is going to happen again."

"I don't assume shit, brother." Johnny's tone suddenly sobered. "That's up to you."

The words struck House oddly, and it must have shown, because Johnny let out a short huff. "Look, there's nothing that says you have to figure it out right this minute. Still got a whole weekend ahead of us."

Johnny made a good point, and House nodded firmly, gesturing to Johnny. "Ready whenever you are."

Their first stop was a nearby bar and grill, where the waitress greeted Johnny with a friendly nod before seating them in a booth and taking their drink orders.

House glanced over the menu, pleased to find a basic bar menu along with a selection of steaks and other items. The place had the vibe of a casual neighborhood place, bustling but not overwhelmingly busy, a place where someone could easily blend in if they wanted.

The waitress returned with their drinks and took their order before discreetly disappearing again. House glanced up to see Johnny taking a small memo pad and a pen out of his shirt pocket, flipping it open and making a few notes.

Johnny caught his glance, a slight smile gracing his rough face. "Just making a game plan. There's about three bands I planned on checking out tonight."

House was curious. "So tonight's all business, huh?"

Johnny chuckled. "Not all business, brother. Going to be some fun in there, too."

"Good to know." Truth be told, House was looking forward to what would probably prove to be an adventurous night.

Their meals soon arrived, and they fell into comfortable silence, Johnny taking the occasional call to handle what House assumed was music business.

House had to admit, he was impressed with Johnny's businesslike demeanor so far. The man was far more than a killer guitar player, and House had little doubt that Johnny would get this label of his off the ground.

Johnny snapped his phone closed and nodded to House. "We should probably get going. First band starts at nine."

House nodded in response and drained the remains of his beer, reaching for his wallet when the bill arrived. Johnny was reaching for his at approximately the same time, chuckling as he spotted House's move.

"Tell you what, man." He told House. "You cover dinner, I'll cover the rest of the night."

"That works." House agreed, tossing down his credit card. He figured that things would work out just about even as the night wore on.

They soon left, and Johnny hailed a cab to take them to the first club on his list. As soon as they entered, House immediately felt older than dirt. He was surrounded by young kids that looked like extras from 'The Lost Boys', although he suspected very few of them would understand the reference.

He felt a hand squeeze his shoulder, followed by a low chuckle. "Yeah, it's a freak show, but the band is supposed to be hellatious. Hang tight, brother."

House nodded, allowing Johnny to guide him through the rapidly filling club. They managed to find an empty table, and Johnny flagged down a waitress to order drinks.

The lights went down just as their drinks arrived, and House took a long pull off his beer as the band started.

It was a slow, soulful, almost mournful opening, one that rapidly morphed into a driving three-chord sound that harkened back to old-school English punk. Not House's favorite style, but they played it well.

The next song was similar, and by the end of the set, House's interest had diminished considerably. The lights came up, and House noticed Johnny making a few notes in his memo pad.

Johnny glanced up at House with an amused expression. "So, thoughts?"

House was baffled. "You really want to know?"

"Yeah, man."

House frowned as he played with his beer bottle. "They're good at what they do, but…they're repetitive. One-hit wonders at best."

Johnny nodded and tucked the memo pad back in his pocket. "Kind of what I was thinking. Ready to move on?"

"Whenever you are."

Another cab took them to another club, this one more crowded, with a bluesy vibe. House already liked this one better than the first.

He and Johnny pressed through the club, the other man's body brushing against his as they found a table somewhere in the middle of the darkened room. Johnny smoothed a hand along the back of House's shoulders as they sat, sending a slight shiver through him.

He shook off the feeling and flagged down a waiter for drinks, deciding it was time to switch over to the non-alcoholic side of things. He didn't want to get into a situation he couldn't get out of.

The band cranked up, launching into a raucous version of 'Wrap It Up'. House was enjoying himself, but decided to reserve judgment until he heard some original material.

The next few songs sealed the deal for House, and after the set was over, he turned to Johnny. "How about these guys?"

Johnny's expression seemed a little dark, and he tapped his pen against the table. "Too young. Doubt that they've even hit puberty. Probably had to lie about their age just to get hired in here."

House was puzzled. "You were just a kid yourself when you started."

"Exactly." Johnny laughed bitterly. "You see how that turned out."

House leaned back in his seat. "Three platinum selling albums, eight gold selling albums, and two Grammy awards. Not too shabby for a scrawny kid from Austin."

"Yeah, but it all came at one hell of a price, House." Johnny sounded resigned, draining his water and scribbling a few notes. "Spent my entire adult life on the road, no place to call home…the bottle became my best friend, my confidante...Fuck it, man. It wasn't worth it."

House hadn't considered the other side of things. "So that's a 'no' to these guys."

"For now." Johnny answered. "I'll keep track of them. Maybe if they're still around in a few years…we'll see."

They went to one more club, and after a couple of songs, Johnny huffed irritably and scratched out something in his memo pad. Soon they were back out into the cool night, striding side by side in search of a cab.

"Well, that was kind of a bust, business-wise." Johnny sounded vaguely disappointed as he spotted a cab and flagged it down.

"I still say you should go talk to the second band." House pointed out while they climbed into the cab. "Maybe you could give them a few pointers on how not to live the rock star life."

Johnny laughed at that, shaking his head. "I'll think about it. Right now I've only got one other thing on my mind."

"Is that right?"

"Yep." Johnny leaned in, grabbing House's face in his large hands and pressing a long, hard kiss to his lips, teasing them apart with his tongue.

House was caught off guard, but soon responded, sliding a hand to the back of the other man's neck and allowing their tongues to tangle together.

"Hey, lovebirds." The cab driver's rough voice interrupted them. "Where you going?"

Johnny broke away and started working his way down House's neck. "You might want to let the cabbie know where we're going, brother."

"Right." House's voice sounded rough as he tried to gather his thoughts together long enough to make a decision. Finally he gave the cab driver the address to his hotel. The driver nodded firmly and pulled away from the curb.

"Interesting choice." Johnny commented casually as he slid a hand up House's leg.

House shrugged, squirming at the feel of Johnny's hand on him, even as he was enjoying it. "I'm paying for the damn room. Might as well make some use of it."

"I like the way you think, man." Johnny's voice was soft as he leaned in for another kiss. This one was softer than the first, almost tender, and House felt himself succumbing once again to this man's considerable charms.

Part of him was trying to analyze things, trying to ignore his increased respiration, pounding heart, and hardening flesh. That same part wanted to fight this, despite the state of relaxation and release he had experienced earlier.

The same hand that was creeping up his leg now caressed him through the layers of denim and cotton, creating a sweet friction that was nearly House's undoing.

Johnny let out a low chuckle at the sound that House involuntarily let out. Suddenly House felt Johnny grab his hand and place it over the other man's equally hard flesh.

"Feel that, brother?" Johnny murmured. "That's what you do to me." He pressed his hand harder over House's crotch. "Seems I've got the same effect on you."

House could hardly argue with his own physical response, despite the fact that a tiny corner of his mind still screamed out for anything about this that made sense.

The cab stopped, and Johnny leaned hard into House, pressing one last kiss to his lips before exiting the cab. "Maybe we ought to do something about that."

A smile curved over House's rough face as he pulled out some cash to pay the driver before following Johnny out. He found his thoughts circling back to the same place they were just before they had left Johnny's apartment. This whole thing was just short of insane. There was no way he should be hanging out in New York with this man, playing music with him, making the club rounds with him. He damn sure shouldn't be getting ready to get some from him. Again.

Oddly enough, those thoughts disappeared the minute they stepped onto the elevator, Johnny pressing against him as he picked up right where he had left off in the cab. Nothing mattered but what was happening between them right this minute. Right now, it was enough. House could pick things apart later. Much later.

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