I'm home on vacation this week, so you kids get a bonus weekday chapter, chock full o' man-smut (remember, this thing's rated M for a reason!). :) As usual, I don't own the fabulously sexy House.
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Johnny followed House into his hotel room, his senses still on fire from what had begun in the cab and carried over into the elevator. Within moments of the door closing behind him, he caught up to House and slid his hands around his waist, moving under the layers the man seemed to insist on covering himself up with.
Johnny couldn't understand. House was well built through the arms and shoulders, with long, strong legs. Sure, there was some middle-aged softness through the middle, but that hardly detracted from the rest of him. If anything, it only added to his appeal.
He let his hands wander to House's stomach, spreading out his fingers while his mouth made its own journey over the back of House's neck, nipping and licking and sucking. The move evoked a sharp gasp and a shaky groan from the other man, his hands clutching at Johnny's over his shirts.
Johnny freed his hands from House's grasp to move further upward, reveling in the texture of his rough hair as he pushed both shirts up and off House's body. The other man lifted his arms enough to allow Johnny to remove the clothing, dropping it to the floor beside him.
He immediately tightened his hold on House, wrapping his arms around the other man and pressing a series of hard kisses to his neck. House tensed slightly, but leaned against Johnny, tilting his head to allow him further access.
Johnny relaxed his hold, letting his hands travel to House's belt buckle, unfastening it and his jeans before slipping a hand inside. He wasn't fully hard yet, but he was well on his way.
House started to let out a low moan as Johnny stroked him, reaching behind him to run his hands along Johnny's legs, pressing his bare back into Johnny's chest. Johnny suddenly had the desire to get rid of the clothing that came between them, and he pulled his hand out of House's jeans to turn the other man toward him.
He placed House's hands on his chest while leaning in for a kiss. Just before their lips touched, Johnny hissed out, "Strip me down, brother."
Deft fingers worked at his shirt buttons while their tongues tangled furiously in a growing battle for dominance. Finally the shirt was undone, and Johnny released House just long enough to allow him to slide it off his shoulders and onto the floor.
House pressed into him, circling his arms around Johnny's waist and resting his hands on his lower back. Johnny took his hands and placed them at his belt. "Don't stop there…keep going."
He started guiding House toward the bed while the other man worked at his belt and jeans, getting them undone just as the back of House's knees hit the bed, and he landed with a soft thump.
Johnny eased himself to his knees in front of House, tugging down the other man's jeans and boxers, managing to get his shoes off in the process.
He spread House's legs apart, smoothing his hands over the rough hair and feeling the strong muscle underneath. His mouth followed his hand, dragging his tongue up the inside of House's thigh slowly, delicately, and he could hear House let out a rough groan at the move.
With his other hand, he traced down the inside of the other thigh with one finger, feeling as House twitched and squirmed at the stimulation. Johnny couldn't help the thrill that coursed through him.
A thought flashed through his mind. "Turn over." He told House roughly.
If House questioned the move, he didn't show it, slowly turning over so his legs dangled over the end of the bed, exposing his bare ass to Johnny.
Johnny allowed himself a small smile as he ran his hands up the back of House's thighs, trailing back down with his fingertips. House's foot kicked up at the touch, and he squirmed even more as Johnny's hand slid back up and curved to take hold of his ass, spreading him slightly.
His tongue dipped down to the base of House's balls, tracing a moist line across them before he started toward his hole, circling it before pressing against it slightly.
House jerked so violently that Johnny thought he would fly right off the bed. "Goddamn." He croaked out. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Just a little tongue action." Johnny smirked a little while playing around House's hole with one finger. "You want me to stop?"
"I didn't say that." House snapped back. "Just…wasn't expecting that."
Johnny picked up where he left off, replacing his finger with his tongue and slowly tracing a random pattern over the area, dipping down to sweep over his balls and back up the crack before returning to press against his hole, pushing just inside.
House let out a series of random sounds, alternately squirming and tensing under Johnny's ministrations, and Johnny finally took hold of the other man's cock. He was rock-hard now, pre-cum glistening on the tip.
Johnny took a bit of it on his finger and rubbed it against House's opening, pushing the tip of his finger just inside while he stroked House's cock. The other man let out a low moan, pushing against Johnny's finger, his erection throbbing in Johnny's hand.
He was so close to coming, and Johnny wasn't far behind. Johnny quickly removed his finger and dug into his pocket for the lube and condoms he had stashed just before they left the apartment. Suddenly Johnny was very grateful for his foresight.
House whimpered slightly at the move, but Johnny smoothed a hand over one ass cheek. "Hang on, man. Won't be but a second."
House turned his head as far as he could, a frown on his face. Johnny chuckled a little as he squirted a generous portion of lube onto his fingers and slid them inside, working back and forth.
He sighed and closed his eyes, laying his head down again and seeming to relax into the sensation. Soon Johnny pulled out and ripped open the condom with his teeth, rolling it over himself and preparing to enter House.
Johnny guided himself inside House, slowly pushing until he heard House's breath catch, his muscles clenching around Johnny's cock. He took hold of House's hips and caressed him lightly. "You alright?"
"Mm-hm." The answer came out as a slightly strained, high pitched moan.
"You want some more?"
The other man nodded furiously, and Johnny pushed further, further than he had earlier, and he could see the muscles in House's back flex as he gripped the sheets in his fists, an expression of something akin to rapture on his rough face.
Johnny started rocking into House, leaning over him to work over the back of his neck with lips, tongue, and teeth, covering House's hands with his own and curling his fingers around the other man's balled fists.
"Fuck." House lost all control, arching his back and coming hard, shooting some of his fluid onto Johnny's leg.
Johnny shoved into House with one more hard stroke and unloaded, tightening his grip on House's hands and nipping his neck hard before nearly collapsing on top of him.
He blew out a long sigh and lay his head on House's back after he pulled out, smoothing his hands along the other man's sweat-slicked skin. Finally Johnny collected himself and disposed of the condom, kicking off his jeans and shoes before returning to lie next to House.
He cringed when he spotted the mark on House's neck. While he hadn't drawn blood, the teeth marks were unmistakeable. "Sorry about the neck thing. I don't know what I was thinking."
"You weren't." House mumbled, looking up at him with one blue eye open.
Johnny laughed a little as he traced a finger down House's spine. "Neither were you."
The other man shrugged. "It's easier if I don't."
Johnny sobered at that, stopping his movement and spreading his fingers out on House's back. "Mind if I…" He gestured toward the bathroom.
"Nope." House shifted so that his head now rested on his hands.
Johnny gathered up his clothes and headed into the bathroom, dumping them on the floor before taking a hard look at himself in the mirror.
His hair was the same blond it had been his entire life, though Johnny could see where the hairline was starting to recede. In the light, he thought he spotted a few silver hairs in there as well. Fine lines were starting to show up around his eyes and mouth, probably as much from his pack-a-day habit as from age.
He let out a hard sigh of frustration. At nearly forty, he was getting too old for this shit. Too old to be traipsing around the world, playing for audiences that seemed to get smaller and smaller every year, and definitely too damn old for these hotel hook-ups which seemed to come fewer and farther between.
Maybe it was time to finally call it a day. Get off the road, launch this label, and just settle the fuck down. He could produce for other people, push new talent, write for others who could play it better than he could.
He sighed at the thought. It was relatively easy for him to make decisions about his professional life. His personal life was much more challenging, especially now. Fucking around with House was a good time, no doubt, but he wasn't convinced that it could be much more than that. No point in getting attached to someone who might not want to get attached to him.
A knock at the bathroom door snapped him out of his thoughts. "Hey, the guy paying for the room gets the bathroom privileges."
"Be right out, man." Johnny quickly cleaned up and dressed, soon emerging and nearly running into House. A naked House that still glistened with sweat, a slightly dopey expression on his face.
He flashed the other man a quick smile as he pushed by, finding his pack of cigarettes and lighter that had fallen out of his shirt pocket and heading out to the balcony.
The cool night air calmed him as he took out a cigarette and lit up, taking a deep inhale and blowing out a long plume of smoke. His thoughts wandered back to House and the circumstances that had led him to return to New York.
Was it simply loneliness, or was the man starstruck? Johnny honestly didn't know. Normally he wouldn't have cared, enjoying the simple pleasure of playing music with him and the physical pleasures that came later on.
Something was changing within Johnny, however, and he suddenly had a need to know what was ticking inside the other man's head. It would be nice to have some regular company if he were going to stay in New York. He would almost be willing to accept a purely physical relationship with the man if that was all he wanted.
The thought caught Johnny off guard. He hadn't considered anything more than that with anyone in years. Why the hell start now?
The sound of the sliding door opening jolted Johnny out of his thoughts, and he turned to see House slowly limping outside and ease himself into one of the chairs.
Johnny turned around and leaned on the railing, flipping open his pack. "Smoke?"
"Got one of my own." House answered, holding up a cigar before clipping the end and lighting up.
They were silent for a long moment until House broke it. "Why me?"
Johnny was baffled. "What do you mean?"
"I mean…" House shifted so that he was sitting forward, leaning on his knees while taking a contemplative puff on his cigar. "You could have your pick of anyone. Literally. And yet…you choose some old, straight gimp as your fuck buddy. Doesn't exactly compute."
Johnny laughed and glanced at House. "Are you complaining?"
"Didn't say that." House responded. "And no, I'm not. I'm just saying that it doesn't make sense."
Johnny butted his cigarette and folded his tall frame into the other chair, stretching out his long legs in front of him. "I told you, it ain't just about sex." He glanced over at House. "You were so high that you probably don't remember that part."
"I wasn't that high." House snapped. "Continue."
Johnny pulled out another cigarette and lit up, taking a long drag. "There's some…connection with you. Something I haven't felt with anyone else." He took another thoughtful puff. "You and me, we lead pretty lonely lives."
House frowned and flicked the ashes off his cigar. "How do you know that?"
"Seriously, man?" Johnny let out a short laugh. "You're some kind of freaky medical genius, and I'm a former boy wonder guitar guy. Hard to find common ground with someone in either case. So…when some kind of weird connection does happen, you've got to grab on to it."
"Speak for yourself." House grumbled. "I'm not grabbing on to shit."
"You're here, aren't you?" Johnny asked. "Pretty sure that was you I was nailing to the mattress."
"Thought you said it wasn't just about the sex." House was clearly uncomfortable with this line of conversation.
Johnny shrugged. "It's not. But it is kind of…a natural…hell, I don't know. One connection carries over into the other. At least, it does for me. I can't speak for you."
House didn't respond, and Johnny thought that perhaps he had said too much. "So what are you trying to say here?"
Johnny took a moment to collect his thoughts before continuing. "I'm kind of in the twilight of my playing career. My record label cut me loose when my last album only sold thirty thousand copies. The clubs are getting smaller and smaller…it's getting harder to book dates…" He took in another long drag and exhaled hard. "Fuck it, it ain't worth it to keep killing myself out there. I'd just as soon get off the road and stay in New York, take a different road. You know, produce, write, support new talent that's worth a shit."
House snorted. "So you're done recording, too?"
"I'll put out an album once in a while." Johnny told him. "Still want your version of 'Wild Heart' that you were playing earlier."
House was silent for a moment. "Figured you were bullshitting me about that."
"Hell no, man." Johnny turned toward House and butted his cigarette. "I love jamming with you…on all fronts."
"You still didn't answer my question." House reminded him.
"Yes I did." Johnny countered. "You just ignored it."
"Did not."
Johnny pushed himself out of the chair and kneeled down in front of House, setting his cane aside and sliding his hands around the other man's waist. He leaned in and pressed a small kiss in the space between his ear and his jaw. "You might want to put that cigar down for a minute, brother."
House set the still-burning object in a nearby ashtray and pulled back to study Johnny. "Now what the hell are you doing?"
"Reminding you why I chose you as a 'fuck buddy'." Johnny told him, running his hands under House's t-shirt and pressing a line of kisses down his neck. "I'm kind of hoping we can be a little more than that…eventually."
"Is that why you're staying in New York?" House snorted derisively, even as he reluctantly folded his arms around Johnny. "You're a goddamn moron if that's the case."
"It's not the whole reason. I already told you that." Johnny told him firmly. "But I think we've got the beginning of a damn good thing here. Might as well see where it goes."
He pressed a firm kiss to House's lips before the other man could argue the point, and he could feel House surrender, pulling Johnny in closer.
Johnny rose up slightly, pressing into House. He could feel House's growing erection along with his own, and the other man let out a short groan.
He broke away from Johnny's mouth to glare at him. "You're going to fucking kill me. You know that, right?"
Johnny shrugged casually. "I'm willing to risk it."
House made a 'hmph' sound, but resumed kissing Johnny, sliding his hands up the back of his shirt while spreading his legs further until their groins were touching.
Johnny stroked House through the soft material of his sleep pants while continuing to kiss him deeply, their tongues tangling almost gently in comparison to the rough duel from earlier. He broke away from House's mouth and started working his way down his chest until he reached his waist.
House looked down at him with interest. "What are you doing now?"
Johnny started tugging down House's sleep pants. "I was getting ready to suck your dick, if that's alright with you."
House looked vaguely surprised, but amused. "Well…since you're already down there…"
Johnny had taken House's cock into his mouth before the last words left House's mouth, and House let out a sharp hiss, grabbing the back of Johnny's head.
Johnny shifted so that he could take House in more fully, and before long, his cock was sliding down his throat in steady rhythm, and House was barely containing his sounds of pleasure as he took hold of Johnny's hair.
The other man soon unloaded, relaxing his grip on Johnny's hair and stroking the top of his head lightly with a soft sigh.
Johnny took a deep breath and pushed himself up to meet House, pressing a long kiss to his lips before pulling back to look at him. "Goddammit, man. You just turn me right the fuck on." He kissed him again. "And that's the other reason I chose you. Now don't you forget that."
House met his look with a slightly amused smirk. "Going to be kind of hard not to."
Johnny chuckled, leaning in again. If this was all that ever came out of this thing with House, he could live with it. Anything else would be one hell of a bonus.
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