Lisa texted Blythe to tell her that James was now out of hospital and with the two of them, and explained that she was intending to get both boys back out to the ranch by later that afternoon, but pushed the truth by suggesting that James was simply very tired and needed a nap, and Greg was also exhausted after his days of pining and being upset and concerned about his friend, well okay, that second part is hardly a lie…
Plugging in her phone and opening up a game to play, Lisa waited until the boys would be done and she might be able to talk more about this letter, I know that Greg knows how to open and reseal mail so it doesn't look tampered with… was it something to do with a cigarette lighter? But it has to be done right, or I'm going to end up either burning this letter entirely, or not be able to reseal it, and God knows what's going to happen then.
Lisa stared at the envelope, constantly fighting the temptation to open it, knowing that if she did, that James was right, despite his extremely arrogant way of having put it, she would be violating HIPPA laws by reading a hospital discharge letter that has been addressed to him. She knew by the thickness of the envelope, and by the nature of it being a discharge letter, that it would likely be at least a few pages long, and as such, she wouldn't be able to decipher anything in the envelope by holding it up to a flashlight, surely this is driving Greg absolutely crazy too, I know that he couldn't stand not knowing what is inside this envelope either- but James will probably go over it with him later, as he said, and for now- Greg's mind is absolutely elsewhere, I really doubt that what's on his mind right now is this letter or its contents. The noise coming from the bedroom where only a few hours before Greg had been lain on that same bed, sobbing his eyes out from terror and fear over what happened to James was not lost on Lisa.
"I missed you so much, James," Greg had growled low in his throat as he smothered James' neck and shoulders in kisses, "you have absolutely no idea how much I missed you,"
James lavished him back, "oh, I'm absolutely sure that I do, I haven't stopped thinking about you since we were separated, it's been driving me crazy, constantly thinking about what I wanted to do to you the second I'd get out,"
"Well now we can," Greg muttered back, looking James dead in the eyes, his excitement almost electric.
Greg got up off the bed and fetched a bottle of lube he'd bought at a shop the first day they'd came into town that they hadn't yet had the chance to use, "oh thank God," James groaned, his head flopping back, "otherwise you would have completely destroyed me! Again!" he laughed, as he wriggled out of his underwear while still lying on the bed, kicking it across the room, and Greg stripped down himself, before again crawling up towards James who whispered that he didn't want a blowjob, all he wanted was to have his boyfriend deep inside of him right away, taking him for himself, that he'd particularly missed that and really wanted more of a 'quickie' and so then that they'd still have the energy for another round later that evening.
Greg was more than happy to oblige, as he rolled James over and lavished him in kisses, pushing away his hair at the back of his neck, slowly working downward onto his shoulders and back; as he traced his fingers down James' back, either side of his spine, now covered in a healthy amount of back fat, before pausing quickly to lubricate up a couple of his fingers as he gently traced them between James' butt crack and then to his asshole. Greg slowly inserted one finger, and then another inside of James to begin massaging his prostrate, "aww, fuck Greg," James cried out, louder than he'd intended to, he was just so built up after nearly a week without sex. Greg leant over and bit down on James' ass cheek in a playful, cheeky manner, "hey! Your mouth goes on my mouth, not in my ass!" James laughed.
"Maybe I want to make things a bit more fun," Greg smirked, matching James' volume, lubing up his hard cock, removing his fingers and gently pressing it until James granted him access.
"Oh my God!" James nearly shouted, "fuck, Greg, fuck, I fucking love you and your cock! Make me all yours, baby!" as Greg smirked again and began pumping into James, who, while he was always rather vocal, was being exceptionally so this afternoon; not that Greg was about to complain; he loved this about James, that he was so confident and comfortable to be as vocal as he liked, and didn't care whatsoever who else heard.
About ten minutes later, Greg felt a warm rush come through his body, "baby, I'm there," he panted.
"Good," James responded, "good, fill me up!" and within several more pumps, Greg had done just that, and was soon laying next to James, panting and smiling. Almost immediately, James began to excite himself with his hand with his head to one side, smiling slyly at Greg.
"Again? Already?" Greg gasped, still exhausted, and James nodded with a smile.
"Just a blow job, just for Jimmy, come on," James begged, and Greg watched James with a growing excitement, before he pushed his lover's hand away and just used his own, and as soon as James was hard, Greg had slid down and wrapped his increasingly talented mouth onto James' cock, as he set to work. James wasn't able to hold it for too long at all, all the excitement and anticipation clearly having had a huge effect on him. "Fuck Greg, fuck!" James yelled as loud as he could as he gently pushed Greg's head down, "ahh! Fuck Greg, I'm about to cum!" as Greg reached and slightly scratched the small of James' back between his body and the linen, and James placed one hand hard down on Greg's shoulder, and the other one supporting the back of his head, James' body going stiff and then his muscles releasing as he shot deep down into his throat; Greg coughed, but then swallowed most of it as he looked upwards to see his lover smiling down at him before his head fell back against the pillow. Greg clambered back up the bed, and kissed James firmly on the lips, "I can taste myself," James laughed.
"I know, I can taste you too," Greg laughed back as he relaxed onto James' chest, hearing and feeling the comforting beat of his heart and his hard, heavy breathing; before looking back up at James with pure love and admiration in his eyes, "I love you, James Wilson,"
"I love you more than the moon and the Earth, Gregory House," was James' single reply, as they rested for a moment; purely enjoying the love of each other's company before getting up to shower and wash each other.
Greg strode out proudly from the bathroom first, shirtless and wearing jeans and socks as he wandered over to the kitchenette, "what's for dinner?" he queried.
"Greg, it's four o'clock," Lisa mumbled, trying to reign in her embarrassment at everything that she'd just heard, she felt like they may as well have just had sex right in front of her and it would have only added in the visuals.
"What's on TV?" James walked out wearing Greg's top and underwear, but no pants.
"James. Where are your pants?" Lisa asked tightly, her mood, tolerance, and patience coming to the end of its tether.
"I only had the clothes I wore at the hospital, so Greg and I decided to share an outfit," James shrugged, walking over and picking up the remote off the table, launching himself over the back of the couch, his leg landing on Lisa's, as he turned on the television, "oh, Greg! Monster trucks!" he turned his head to call out, straight into Lisa's ear, who then stood up in a huff.
"James! For fuck's sake! This isn't your own personal fucking apartment, boys! I'm staying here too! Me! I'm the one that drove you two idiots across the country in my truck! I'm the one who listened to you," pointing at Greg, "eat fucking coco puffs for two and a half days straight and get crumbs all throughout my car! I'm the one who just heard you crying for the last three days in that very same bed absolutely racking my brains what to do to help you! I'm the one who gave up my holidays to visit your family, who I frankly can't stand to be around whatsoever so you would feel more comfortable!" Cuddy yelled so loud that both Greg and James winced, and then she turned her attention onto James, "and you," she pointed at James with narrowed eyes and took a step towards him, "he's an idiot!" she pointed at Greg standing in the kitchenette watching it all unfold, unsure of what to make of this; "but you are an entirely different breed! You shoved me up against a motel railing on the second storey nearly pushing me to my death onto the parking lot below because of your own unrestrained jealousy issues! You're the fucking idiot who tried to run into a busy highway to kill yourself! Then, you go ahead and take all his pills, and very nearly kill yourself! AGAIN! That I needed to resuscitate your stupid ass! You nearly died! Repeatedly! I am deeply extremely concerned about what is going on inside of your head right now, and you treat it as if it's all a joke! And then; I bring you home from the psychiatric hospital and because he's been crying and utterly inconsolable for three full fucking days, so I just want a bit of rest, a bit of relaxation, not thinking that would be too much to ask for. And, then you two go ahead and have screaming loud sex so I can't relax, all I can hear is that bed near on breaking, and the two of you shouting out narrations of what you're fucking doing! I don't care that you two are gay! That doesn't even cross my mind, but I do wish that you'd be a bit more considerate to me! I'm your boss! Did you two forget that? Although, honestly, for the last two weeks, I have felt like your goddamn mother! Why would either of you have thought anything that's happened over the last nearly two weeks has been even remotely appropriate?" Lisa screamed so loud her throat was on fire.
"We're sorry, Lisa," Greg mumbled, and James nodded and sniffled.
"Oh, give it up boys! Shut up!" she snapped, rolling her eyes; "wait, if you're wearing his underwear, what are you?..." she slapped her hands down onto her thighs, "you know what? I don't even care! I don't even care anymore! I'm going for a drive, and I'll see the two of you, I don't know- tomorrow maybe, who knows! Maybe I'll get even more furious and pissed and drive home and then Dumb and Dumber can figure out their own way home! That'd be a fucking treat, wouldn't it? The cripple and the crazy; hitchhiking across the country! Or stay here and live in that fucking awful, haunted mansion for all I fucking care!" Lisa shouted, storming towards the door, Greg put his hand out in a gentle way to stop her, his hand brushing up gently on her arm, and James hung his head in shame and embarrassment, but Lisa just brushed Greg off like an annoying insect and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. Greg and James stared at one another in bewildered astonishment; neither feeling like watching monster trucks anymore.
Thirty minutes later, Lisa was sitting alone in a dirty diner in a bad part of town, eating a hamburger, when a slice of tomato and a blob of burger sauce dripped down onto her trousers. Hanging her head, she thought back to her two best friends in the world, as embarrassed as she was to admit that to herself; yes, they're idiots, but they're my idiots, God damn it. I'll have to go home and apologise to the two people who I belittled, bullied, and treated like garbage. The two idiots who still will love me at the end of it. At least, I hope.