So..apparently this is going to be my only update this weekend. So be it, I suppose. :P As usual, I don't own House or the team.
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Johnny reveled in the feel of House's rough hands spreading out under his t-shirt while he continued his own wandering journey over House's neck, ending by capturing the other man's lips with his own. House seemed to eagerly accept, and Johnny felt House's tongue slide into his mouth, probing, exploring.
This was one of the better parts of this...whatever the hell was happening between them. The sex was unbelievable, but Johnny honestly believed he could let House kiss him for hours. He couldn't recall anyone else he was perfectly willing to make out with for hours on end.
He thought he heard 'MmmBop' somewhere, and House pulled back with a groan, digging into his pocket.
"The minions." He explained brusquely while sliding open his phone. "What?" He snapped at the person on the other end.
Johnny watched, fascinated as House discussed the case, rattling off all manner of medical terminology before giving instructions in an authoritative voice. It was a very different House than the one that Johnny had spent the entire weekend with, but it was no less appealing. More so, if Johnny really thought about it.
House ended his call and shoved his phone back into his pocket with a huff. "Better make this a quickie. No telling when the kids are going to harass me again."
A little thrill coursed through Johnny at that. He was an old pro at quickies. God knows he'd done enough of them over the years.
He all but dived into House, picking up right where he'd left off and moving to slide House's t-shirt up his body, breaking away long enough to peel it off and toss it aside before moving down to start undoing his belt.
House pulled away, narrowing his eyes. "It doesn't have to be that damn quick."
"Sorry." Johnny was a little embarrassed. "Old habit."
House looked a little baffled, but Johnny merely shook his head. "Used to do it all the time when I was touring. Pick up someone, do my thing, leave." He leaned in to give House a quick kiss. "Guess I don't need to do that right now."
House shrugged casually, shifting his weight off his bad leg. It was a move that didn't escape Johnny's eye. "You're hurting, brother."
"No more than usual." House huffed and rolled his eyes.
Johnny smoothed his hands over House, coming to rest on his lower back. "Sure you don't want to…you know, head somewhere a little more comfortable?"
House snorted in response, fixing Johnny with a brief glare. "Couch."
Johnny pushed himself off the door, and House limped toward the couch, easing himself down with a soft sigh. Johnny immediately followed, sliding to his knees in front of House and smoothing his hands over the other man's legs.
He gently pushed House's legs apart, pressing kisses to his stomach while working at his belt buckle. House responded almost instantly, spreading his legs further and threading his long fingers through Johnny's hair.
Suddenly those fingers were trailing downward, those hands smoothing over Johnny's shoulders and taking hold of his arms, tugging at them. Johnny followed House's lead, shifting so that he carefully straddled House, bracing his hands against the back of the couch.
House's hands moved under Johnny's t-shirt, a serious expression crossing his rough face, those brilliant blue eyes studying him as his hands smoothed over him, coming to rest on the small of his back.
He leaned forward ever so slightly, closing his eyes before pressing an impossibly light kiss to Johnny's stomach through his shirt. The move caught Johnny pleasantly by surprise, and he reached down to curve a hand around the back of House's head, caressing with his thumb.
"Not stopping there, are you?" He murmured.
"Wasn't planning on it." House's voice was rougher than usual.
The brief exchange seemed to embolden House, and he moved to push Johnny's shirt up enough for Johnny to remove it and toss it aside. House's hands continued to smooth over him, setting Johnny on fire with his rough touch, pressing his lips all over his chest and stomach, his tongue tentatively flicking out with each touch.
It was more of a turn-on than Johnny had thought possible, and he thought for sure he would come undone right there if House kept it up.
Suddenly House's fingers were working at his belt buckle, fumbling slightly as he undid it and started working at Johnny's jeans. Soon House's hands were sliding just under the waist of Johnny's jeans, sliding them down.
Johnny barely dared to hope House was going to do what he thought he was going to do. He tried to remember the last blow job he'd gotten, and nearly failed. There had been that one on his last tour stop before New York, but it hadn't been exactly memorable.
This, on the other hand, was a completely different thing, and Johnny found himself nearly tingling with anticipation. If the way House's mouth and tongue felt over his skin was any indication, he could only imagine how it would feel wrapped around his now hardened shaft.
He felt fingers curve around his cock, a thumb tentatively stroking the underside. Johnny nearly held his breath, hoping like hell the man wouldn't lose his nerve. As much as he wanted this, he didn't want to push House.
"Look, man." Johnny ventured breathlessly. "If you don't want to…it's cool."
Sharp blue eyes flicked up at him, and House's thumb slid over the tip, evoking a sharp gasp from Johnny. His tongue followed closely behind, traveling over the slit and around the head.
Before Johnny could react, House took him in, closing his mouth around Johnny's cock, tongue and lips working the same magic there as it had over other parts of Johnny's body.
"Fuck." Johnny blurted out, otherwise speechless, clutching the back of the couch as House kept up his slow, almost torturous action, his hands running over ever part he could reach.
It was all Johnny could do to keep from shoving his cock down House's throat, demanding more of what the man was giving him. Instead he drew back, just a little, allowing House to continue sliding his tongue over him. He seemed to have relaxed somewhat, and unless Johnny was mistaken, he almost seemed to be enjoying the experience.
Johnny could feel the pressure building, and just as he knew he was about to come, he quickly pulled out of House's mouth, shooting his load over his own hand with a sharp groan before falling forward to capture House's lips in a hard kiss.
He could feel House's own hardened flesh between them, and Johnny started working his way down, shifting so that he was on the floor between House's knees, brushing his lips just above the waistline of House's jeans. House's hand roughly stroked his head, coming to rest at the back near his neck.
Further encouraged, Johnny finished what he had started earlier, unfastening House's jeans and working them down to expose House's own throbbing erection. Johnny took it in his hand, tracing his tongue from base to tip, thrilling to the soft gasps and groans that fell from House's mouth as Johnny took the tip into his mouth, sucking lightly.
House's grip tightened in Johnny's hair as he shifted slightly, spreading his legs further. Johnny took him in even further, the tip hitting the back of his throat and going further downward.
He reached between House's legs, caressing his balls before moving down, pressing a fingertip just to his hole. The move evoked a sharper groan from House as he arched toward the touch, and Johnny pushed deeper, moving his finger inside House.
House tensed around his finger, his grip on Johnny's hair tightening as he suddenly unloaded with a rough sigh. Johnny released him and gave him a quick kiss on the inside of his thigh while running his hands over his legs. The other man tensed slightly when Johnny's hand brushed over the rough and puckered scarred area, but otherwise didn't react.
"Still hurting, brother?" Johnny leaned slightly on House's other leg, tracing around the outline of the scar with one finger.
"Not as much." House answered quietly. "Just…you know, not into letting people touch it or see it."
"Hell, I've already seen it." Johnny told him. "Don't bother me."
House's lips quirked upward in a brief smile. "Something tells me you're not exactly checking out my scar most of the time."
"Course not." Johnny laughed. "Not when there's a hell of a lot more to check out on you."
House merely rolled his eyes at that, waving Johnny away to pull his jeans over his body and refasten them. Johnny pushed himself off the floor and did the same before returning to sit next to House, resting his hand on House's thigh.
"This is a big deal to you. I get it." Johnny told him before pressing a kiss to House's shoulder. "But trust me, when we're getting down to business, this thing is the last thing on my mind." He let his hand wander to the inside of House's thigh, pressing lightly up to his groin, evoking a sharp intake of breath from House.
Johnny pressed his hand over House's crotch, rubbing lightly until he could feel the flesh hardening again. He leaned into House, and the other man turned toward him to meet him for a slow, lingering kiss.
"See?" Johnny murmured, breaking away from House' mouth briefly to press his own growing erection into House's thigh. "Hot for you again already."
"Idiot." House growled, even as he started to push Johnny to lie down on the couch, covering Johnny's body with his own, kissing him deeply and grinding against him.
Maybe he was an idiot, but right then, Johnny didn't give much of a damn what House thought of him. As long as he kept up what he was doing, House could call him whatever he wanted.
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Foreman huffed irritably after he hung up the phone. Chase fixed him with a questioning look.
"Still no answer?"
"No." Foreman frowned, staring at the case file and pages of test results. "Three times, three voicemails. What the hell could he possibly be doing?"
"Well…" Chase hedged. "It could have something to do with Johnny Rocket."
Foreman arched an eyebrow. "You don't think…"
Chase raised his hands. "It's House. Anything's possible."
"But not probable." Foreman shook his head and passed Chase the file.
"Think about it." Chase pressed on. "He hasn't had a woman in his life the whole time we've worked for him, and you see how he obsesses over Wilson."
"Yeah, except for that lawyer woman." Foreman pointed out. "The one whose husband we treated a few years ago? And you see how he obsesses over Cuddy."
Chase merely shrugged. "So maybe he plays both sides of the fence. Wouldn't be the first one we know of."
Foreman fixed Chase with a sharp glare and returned to study the test results. Just then, the conference door swung open, and Thirteen strode in, followed by Taub.
"Patient's stable." Thirteen reported. "No new symptoms have presented."
"Which means we still don't know what's wrong with her." Foreman let out a long sigh.
"Why don't you call House?" Thirteen suggested.
"Been there, done that." Foreman answered. "He's not answering."
Thirteen scrunched her eyebrows. "That's…interesting."
Foreman glared at her. "Not you, too."
"What?" Thirteen's face was the picture of innocence.
"Chase seems to think House and…what's-his-name have something going on."
"Johnny Rocket." Chase supplied.
"Oh!" Thirteen's eyebrows shot up, then her face smoothed out in a thoughtful expression. "Never thought of him that way…"
"Thank you." Foreman interrupted.
"…but it's House." She shrugged. "Anything's possible."
"Uh, if we're done speculating about our boss's sex life…" Taub interjected with a barely perceptible shudder. "I think we missed something."
"Of course we missed something." Foreman snapped. "Otherwise the patient would be all better and we could go enjoy our night, too."
Thirteen snickered. "You're so cute when you try to be like House."
Foreman rolled his eyes as Chase and Taub both chuckled. "I'm going to try House one more time."
He punched the number into the phone and hit the speakerphone key. On the second ring, there was an answer.
"What?" House answered somewhat breathlessly. There was a brief pause, followed by murmuring and shuffling in the background. "Someone had damn well better be dying."
"Not yet." Foreman glanced around at the rest of the team. "She started crashing. That's when I tried to call you."
Another pause. "Is that right?"
"Uh, yeah." Foreman folded his arms over his chest. "Three times."
"Huh." There was silence for a moment. "And now?"
"She's stable." Thirteen chimed in, glancing at Foreman with an amused expression.
"So you called me for nothing."
Foreman let out an exasperated sigh. "We still don't know what's wrong with her."
"You know better than that, Foreman." House chided. "As long as she's stable, you've got time to figure it out. So…figure it out."
Foreman knew it was pointless to argue. House, for whatever reason, didn't want to be bothered if there was nothing interesting going on. "We'll keep you posted."
"You do that."
"Can you get an autograph from Johnny Rocket?" Chase called out.
"Sorry, Rocket doesn't do autographs." House quickly answered. A deep chuckle from the background followed House's words, followed by some indistinct words Foreman couldn't make out. "But he does do houses…windows. Bye."
The dial tone that followed was the only sound in the room until Foreman hit the button to silence it. There was total silence in the conference room as Foreman tried to process House's words.
It wasn't possible. House wasn't…no, it couldn't be. It was just another deflection on House's part.
He shook his head to clear it, returning to the case file. To his right, Thirteen suddenly burst out laughing.
Chase soon joined in, and even Taub had a slight smirk on his face. Foreman gave up thinking about the patient and closed the case file.
"Fine." He huffed irritably as Thirteen and Chase attempted to pull themselves together. "There…might be more going on between House and…"
"Johnny Rocket." Chase and Thirteen chorused.
"Johnny Rocket." Foreman reiterated. "That doesn't mean it's any of our business."
"What are you talking about?" Thirteen exclaimed. "House makes a second career out of getting into our business."
"Not without a reason." Taub pointed out. "And if something is going on…maybe he'll be easier to work for."
"And maybe he can hook us up with tickets." Chase chimed in.
"Yeah, that'll happen." Thirteen rolled her eyes.
"Never know." Chase grumbled, returning to the pages of test results.
Foreman sighed as they settled in again, discussing the case. The sooner they figured out what was wrong with their patient, the sooner they could all get out of here, and the sooner Foreman could get the image of House and Johnny Rocket out of his head.
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House slid his phone closed and tossed it on the nightstand, settling back down on the pillow with a huff. Johnny slid a hand over House's bare chest, leaning down for a brief kiss. "Everything alright?"
"Just the minions again." House answered. "I think they're on to us."
"Yeah?" Johnny continued to move his hand over House's body.
"Yep." House couldn't help the slight smile that crossed his face. "Chase is probably putting together a betting pool as I speak."
"Remind me. Which one's Chase?"
"Never mind. It's not important." House shifted so that he faced Johnny. "You'll know him when he attacks you for an autograph when you show up at my office again."
Johnny drew in closer, tracing a finger up and down House's spine. "When? You kind of make it sound like you want this to be some kind of regular thing."
House briefly cursed himself for his little slip. "Maybe."
"It's cool, brother." Johnny told him. "Wouldn't mind making this a regular thing myself. I kind of like getting away from everything once in a while."
"Funny, I kind of think the same thing about going to New York."
"Maybe we can both get what we want." Johnny answered with a chuckle before dipping down to capture House's lips in a deep, lingering kiss.
House had his doubts. He couldn't recall a time when he'd ever really gotten what he wanted. But as Johnny pushed him back over to his back, his tongue tangling up with House's, he was a little more willing to accept the possibility. Maybe.
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