Last update for the weekend. Sorry to leave it hanging so long. As usual, I don't own House (dammit).
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House opened his eyes the next morning to find himself still wrapped around Johnny. He wasn't sure what had made him curl up to the man when he'd climbed into bed late last night, and he wasn't sure what kept him there now.
Their wild weekend had finally come down to this, two people simply lying close together as the morning light started to creep into the room. It was something that hadn't happened to House in years, and it was something he was reluctant to give up now that he had it again.
So it was with a guy. Okay, that was still more than a little weird to him. And the guy was still a well-known musician, even if he was no longer at the top of the charts.
All of that aside, there was still something oddly comforting about simply being here with someone who wanted him. If only he didn't have to go home.
The thought caught him off guard, and House chided himself for his lack of logic. Of course he would have to go home. He'd played out this rock star fantasy thing long enough. It was time to go back to his own world, the world of medicine and mysteries.
It still didn't keep him from wanting to stay here, at least for a little longer. He huffed irritably and shifted slightly, and he could feel Johnny shift in response.
The other man shifted until he faced House, meeting him with a slightly sleepy expression in his hazel eyes. He slid one arm over House's waist and leaned in for a quick kiss. "Morning."
"Looks that way." House suddenly tensed at the intimate moment that was unfolding between them.
A slow smile spread over Johnny's face as he leaned in and kissed him again, slower and deeper this time, and House allowed himself to just go with it.
Johnny broke it off with a short sigh, tracing along House's hairline with his thumb. "I won't keep you too long. I know you've gotta go soon."
"Not that soon." House was a little more awake and aroused now. "Think I could manage to hang around for a while."
"Good thing, man." Johnny chuckled a little. "'Cause I wasn't really ready to let you go just yet."
Johnny leaned into House before he could respond, lips and tongues meeting and tangling slowly with each other. It was a different kind of intimacy than House had experienced over the course of the weekend, almost soft and tender, but no less intense.
House pulled Johnny in as close as he could, sliding a hand under the other man's t-shirt and spreading his fingers out along the small of his back. Johnny let out a rough moan at the move, pressing hard into House and letting his hand smooth down the outside of House's leg, long fingers curving around the back of his thigh and caressing the outside with his thumb.
Johnny's touch felt so good, so right, so…normal. How had it come to this, that a man's hand feeling around his damaged leg seemed like the most natural thing in the world? Even as House lost himself in the feel of Johnny's hand over his body, he couldn't help analyzing the whole thing. This shouldn't feel normal, and yet, it did.
House let out a low moan of his own as Johnny's hand moved upward, sliding over his ass and under his t-shirt, the pads of his fingers stroking and massaging his back. He almost didn't care if they got down to the sex part. This slow exploration was working for him, too, and House thought he could let this go on for hours.
God, maybe he really was that starved for attention. It was kind of pathetic, in House's mind.
Johnny pulled away with a puzzled expression, leaning on his elbow and resting his head on his hand. "Something bugging you, brother?"
House let his thoughts rattle around in his brain, hoping like hell they would form into something cohesive. It wasn't happening. He merely shook his head and averted his eyes, concentrating on the spot where Johnny's collarbones met.
Johnny let out a low chuckle and pressed his lips to House's forehead. "Look…whatever's cooking in that big brain of yours…just let it go. We've got a good thing going on here. Just…you know, let it happen."
House wanted to, he really did. He had no idea why he was suddenly resisting.
He could feel Johnny's eyes on him, his hand continuing to smooth over him, almost as if he were simply waiting for House to respond.
House let out a short sigh and closed his eyes. "I'm pathetic." He finally told Johnny in a resigned tone.
Johnny shifted so that he was eye level with House. "How do you figure?"
"I don't know." House huffed. "I just…am. Don't think I'd be here otherwise."
Johnny met that comment with a puzzled frown, his hand never leaving House's body. "You're going have to explain that a little further. Not sure I'm following."
House sighed irritably and involuntarily shifted closer. "I'm not into guys. At all. Never have been. If I weren't so…" He shook his head. No way in hell was he going to make such a blunt confession of his loneliness. "Forget it. Just…forget I said anything."
He felt Johnny's hand slip out from under his shirt, his arm wrapping around him while his hand rubbed his back in slow circles. It was oddly calming, and House didn't want to think about why.
"Let me tell you something." Johnny's voice was low in House's ear. "You wouldn't be here if I thought you were…pathetic. Trust me when I say you're far from it, brother." He leaned in for a quick, firm kiss. "I'm not saying I'm in love with you or anything crazy like that. I just know that I want to see you as often as I can."
He moved his hand to stroke House's head, resting it on House's scruffy cheek. "There's nothing pathetic about wanting to get close to someone. Matter of fact, I hear that's kind of normal. Not that either one of us is exactly normal." Johnny sighed a little as he kissed House lightly. "Probably why both of us have such a hard time letting someone in. You let someone in, chances are pretty good you'll get hurt."
"You'll probably be the one." House told him. "Hurting people is a special talent of mine."
Johnny let out a low chuckle at that. "I don't usually let folks in close enough to get hurt. Kind of suspect you don't either." His expression sombered slightly. "I think I'm kind of willing to take the risk."
Something clutched in House's chest at Johnny's words. "I don't know if I am."
Johnny simply nodded as if he understood. "I like you, House. I really do. Whatever you're willing to give me, I'll take it."
House scowled and squirmed slightly. "Christ, you're as pathetic as I am."
Johnny let out a long laugh at that. "Yeah, wanting to hang out with you, play music, and have wild hot sex with you is real pathetic. You're something else, House."
House was a little stunned by Johnny's response. He had expected anything but that. So much for pushing buttons. Clearly it wasn't going to work with Johnny.
A hard kiss put an immediate stop to any further thoughts. Johnny's hand resumed its former journey up House's t-shirt, the long fingers splaying out along his lower back as his tongue worked its way into House's mouth.
House found himself back in the moment, forcing himself to put the overanalysis on hold, at least for the time being. Johnny gently nudged him, and the two of them rolled over until House was on his back, the other man pressing into him and settling between his legs. His hands pushed House's t-shirt up and over his head, and he broke away from House's mouth long enough to toss it aside before diving in again.
Somehow they both managed to dispense with various bits of clothing, and they were lying against each other, skin on skin, their hardened cocks finding a smooth, steady rhythm as hands and lips wandered everywhere they could reach.
Suddenly Johnny broke away, shifting so that he was alongside House. "Turn over, brother."
House started to roll over, and Johnny stopped him just as he rolled to his side. He could feel Johnny's hand trace down between his cheeks, feeling around until a finger pressed just inside him, his lips and tongue working at what had suddenly become an extraordinarily sensitive spot on his neck.
He let out a low moan, arching against Johnny as the other man continued to play with him, teasing him. Suddenly he pressed a kiss into House's neck.
"Hang tight, man. Be right back with you."
He reached over House briefly, soon returning to squirt something before sliding a now-slick finger deep inside him, deeper than before. House let out a sharp gasp at the move, even as he was almost expecting it.
A second finger soon joined the first, and Johnny's mouth picked up right where it had left off, working down his neck and settling into a spot where his neck met his shoulder.
The stimulation was driving House ever closer to the edge, and he couldn't seem to stop the sounds that fell out of his mouth as he pushed against Johnny, his back pressed into the other man's chest.
"Ready for me, brother?" Johnny's voice rumbled in House's ear.
"Mm-hm." House murmured, unable to respond further.
Fingers slid out, and there was an increasingly familiar crinkle and snap before House felt Johnny push against him again, slowly entering him.
"You feel so goddamn good, man." Johnny told him roughly, building a steady rhythm, every stroke hitting the sweet spot deep inside House, the pleasure slowly building until House was almost climbing the walls from the sensation.
Johnny plunged in deeper, his long fingers curving around House's hardened cock and stroking slowly. His thumb slid over the head, picking up the pre-cum and spreading it over his shaft.
That finally did it for House, and he unloaded all over Johnny's hand with a loud groan as Johnny slammed into him with one final stroke, tensing against him as he rode out his own explosion.
Johnny sighed and pulled out of him, disappearing briefly before returning to press against House, wrapping an arm around his waist and pressing a kiss into his neck. "Promise me something, man."
House didn't like the sound of that. "Depends on what it is."
Johnny let out a short laugh, spreading his fingers out along House's stomach. "Don't make me wait a damn month to do that again."
House couldn't help but laugh in response. Despite his doubts, he didn't want to wait that long, either. "Alright. I promise."
"Seriously?"
House shifted so that he lay on his back, finally making eye contact with Johnny again. He answered with a firm nod. "Seriously."
"Cool." A wide grin lit Johnny's rough face, and he bent down to give House a brief kiss. "We're going to make this work."
"How do you know?"
"Don't, really." Johnny shrugged. "Just kind of got a feeling."
House rolled his eyes. "You're an idiot."
"Yeah, the idiot you've been hanging out with all damn weekend." Johnny answered with a short laugh. "How long before you've got to go?"
House wriggled his arm out from under Johnny to check his watch. "About…an hour before I'm supposed to check out of the hotel room I barely used."
"Damn." Johnny grumbled. "Guess you'd better get going." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "How about next time you come up here, don't bother with the hotel room? Be cheaper that way."
"Is that the only reason you're suggesting that?"
"You know damn well it isn't, brother." Johnny shifted so that he lay down to face House. "The way I see it, you've got the studios, the clubs…and me, all in one place. Seems like a pretty sweet deal, don't you think?"
House turned the idea over in his mind before nodding. "I've heard worse ideas."
That slight smile never seemed to leave Johnny's face as he released House. "Guess I'll see you soon, right?"
"Right." House reluctantly pushed himself out of bed and gathered up his clothes before getting dressed. Afterward, he bent over Johnny for one last kiss.
The other man wrapped his large hand around House's neck and pulled him down, deepening the kiss as House tumbled on top of him.
"Keep that up and I'm going to have to pay for an extra day at the hotel." House grumbled after he broke the kiss.
"I'll cover it." Johnny cracked.
"Forget it." House rolled his eyes and allowed Johnny to pull him down again. What the hell? It was only money, after all.
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House packed up his backpack and flagged down a taxi to take him to the train station for the trip home. After some internal debate, he had finally decided to leave the Flying V in Johnny's capable hands.
Capable hands, indeed. Those hands were capable of far more than handling a guitar. House shivered a little at the memories of the weekend. He'd had few expectations when he'd arrived. Good thing, too. The weekend had turned into far more than House ever could have expected. Funny thing was, playing music with Johnny wasn't the best thing that had happened to him all weekend.
He smirked slightly to himself as he boarded the train, settling into a seat and closing his eyes. A little sore, but not bad. Nothing he couldn't live with. Nothing he wouldn't object to getting again, either.
The thought surprised him a little. Things between he and Johnny had run the gamut from rough and wild to almost sweet and tender. House wasn't sure which he preferred. He wasn't sure there was any reason he would have to choose between them. It was all good as far as he was concerned.
It wasn't just the sex and music that had House wanting to see Johnny again. The two of them had managed to forge a real connection over the course of the weekend. House hadn't managed that with anyone in years. Johnny's laidback personality probably had a good deal to do with that. The man just seemed to take House in stride, even admire him a little. House had mocked Johnny initially, but once they started playing together, it all clicked.
They just worked, for whatever reason. House didn't understand how he could connect so quickly with someone he barely knew, with someone he had never expected to meet in the first place. But connect they had, and it was almost a relief for House to find someone who seemed to understand him.
Johnny had called it. Neither one of them were anywhere near normal. Frankly, House was okay with that. Normal was boring, and Johnny was anything but boring.
The train finally pulled into Princeton, and House eased himself out of the seat and made his way to the parking lot. He could smell a touch of spring in the air, and it made him antsy to drag out the bike. Soon, he promised himself. Soon he would get the old girl out of storage and get her ready to ride. It could be fun to fly up to New York every so often. Since he'd left the Flying V with Johnny, he wouldn't have to haul much with him.
The idea sounded better and better, and House suddenly couldn't wait for the weather to improve.
He climbed into his beater and started it up, pulling out his phone to pull up one of his contacts.
"Rocket."
"Train didn't crash." House told him. "I think I'm all in one piece."
"That's good." Johnny laughed. "Glad you made it."
They chatted casually about a couple of tracks Johnny was getting ready to lay down as House drove, and soon he pulled up in front of his apartment.
"Guess I'll let you go." House tucked the phone under his ear as he put the old beast in park and shut it off. "I'll try to keep in touch through the week. Don't know how it's going to go just yet."
"That's cool, brother." Johnny answered casually. "If you can't make it here, I can probably make it down there."
"You sure you want to do that?" House still wasn't sure how he felt about that. Broadcasting his personal business wasn't his style, and it would be all over the place if Johnny showed up at the hospital. "Might be kind of boring after New York."
"I could do with a little downtime." Johnny replied with a short chuckle. "Besides…things can't ever get too boring with you around."
House smirked to himself. He was pretty sure that was the other way around. "Guess I'll let you know, then. See you around."
"See you, man." There was a brief pause, and Johnny's voice dropped a little. "Kind of miss you already, brother."
A little shiver went through House at that, even as he wasn't completely comfortable expressing the same sentiments just yet.
He said his goodbyes and slid his phone closed, staring down at it in his hand, a slow smile refusing to leave his face.
This could work. This could possibly work. For the first time in forever, House allowed himself an unfamiliar emotion. He wasn't sure if he remembered exactly what is was. It felt a little something like…hope.
House grinned like an idiot all the way into his apartment.
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