House

[tempting_the_fates]

"You're the only person I know who could move to LA and somehow get paler," Olivia said.

She'd been perched on the counter beside him while he scrubbed off his makeup. Some of the crew didn't seem to like her, but truthfully, Nyx thought she was alright. Maybe a bit attention seeking, but who wasn't in this industry?

"What can I say, I'm a vampire," Nyx joked, drying his face.

"Yeah? Didn't know vampires bruised so easily," she said, pointing at a rather nasty one that was starting to bloom on his arm.

Nyx hadn't even noticed it, and frowned as he gave it a closer look. "I must have whacked my arm off something earlier," he said with a yawn.

"Are you sleeping at all?" she asked. "Jesus, Nyx, you seem permanently exhausted."

Nyx shook his head though, rubbing his arm a bit and then shrugging. "I swear, lately all I do is sleep. It's become my favorite pastime."

Olivia clicked her tongue thoughtfully, then pushed away whatever she'd been thinking with a laugh and a smile. "Yeah, well, if you're sick, keep it to yourself. I'm hosting a charity thing this weekend. Don't need your germs, thanks."

"I'm hurt," Nyx said, pretending to pout. "Thought we shared everything, Liv," he teased, leaning over and pretending to try and steal a kiss.

Olivia shrieked out a laugh, pushing him away and nearly falling into the sink. "Dickhead," she snorted, still laughing as she fixed her hair.

"Your dickhead though," Nyx grinned, walking away as she laughed again and flipped him off. On the way out the door he nearly walked right into House- Who was either on his way in, or on his way past. Nyx couldn't really tell. "Alright, Greg?" he asked.

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[drfeelbad]

"Oh... yeah, hey, just on my way out." House offered him a little smile and nodded to the motorcycle helmet under his arm.

[tempting_the_fates]

"Same, we just wrapped for the day," Nyx smiled. "You want some company?" he asked.

[drfeelbad]

"Yeah... I would actually," House said with a smile, and handed Nyx the helmet.

[tempting_the_fates]

Taking the helmet, Nyx grinned.

"Brilliant," he smiled. "Let's go."

[drfeelbad]

House really couldn't bring himself to care at this point if anyone saw them leaving together.

"You know what," he said as they got to his bike. "Fuck it, let's get a hotel room this time. I mean, assuming you're willing to give me your whole night."

[tempting_the_fates]

"What's brought all this on?" Nyx asked, a bit confused by the sudden change of heart- Maybe even a bit suspicious. Though he had no idea what he ought to be suspicious of. It just seemed odd. "A week ago you didn't even want to sneak out of a party together."

[drfeelbad]

"That's because I was concerned about your reputation," House said. "But then you seemed disappointed. So if you don't care, then I don't see why I should."

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx nearly pointed out his lack of care hadn't changed House's mind then, but decided to let it be. He wasn't looking for a fight, he was too tired for that.

"Sure, a hotel," he agreed. "Whatever you fancy. Just be warned, I'm still a bit... I dunno, tired," he admitted.

[drfeelbad]

House frowned.

"Still? Nyx, you should have some tests run. I'll give you a list."

[tempting_the_fates]

"I'm just tired," Nyx laughed. "I'm not used to working a real job, you know?"

[drfeelbad]

“… sure,” said House, not sounding entirely convinced. “Well why don’t we… relax, hmm? And then get a good nights sleep in a big bed with nice sheets.”

[tempting_the_fates]

"Sure," Nyx smiled, rubbing his arm where the bruise had blossomed earlier and nodding for Greg to lead the way to his bike.

"How's everything going with Hex? He's good, yeah?"

[drfeelbad]

“Uh yeah, it’s going well,” House said, and climbed onto the bike, waiting for Nyx to put on the helmet and join him.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx slipped on the helmet, then put his arms around House and held on.

"I told you he was good," he grinned.

[drfeelbad]

House really did not want to hear Nyx gush over Hex yet again. But he had no way of saying that without sounding like he was jealous, so he only revved the engine and took off.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx really was tired, and he leaned heavy against House as they drove, the wind keeping him awake as the streets slid by. His hand slipped under the other man's shirt, resting against warm skin as he let himself just relax and enjoy the journey and the sensation of being near.

[drfeelbad]

House knew of just the hotel, and it was at least a bit off the beaten path. Not exactly a hot spot for paparazzi. There wasn't even valet - no big deal since he wouldn't have given anyone the keys to his bike anyway - so he parked the bike outside the turned off the engine. The hotel was old but well kept, it definitely had some charm to it.

"I'm thinking champagne and room service," House said as he climbed off the bike.

[tempting_the_fates]

"Sounds like bliss," Nyx grinned, climbing off as well and taking off the helmet.

He was still trying to fix his hair as he followed Greg inside.

"Don't have to get posh for me though. I'll happily have a few pints instead, if you rather."

[drfeelbad]

"I've got beer at home," House said with a chuckle. "Why don't you wait by the elevator, I'll get a room."

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx nodded a little, rubbing Greg's back on his way past to go linger by the lift. Lounging against the wall, he returned a few texts he'd left on read earlier that day.

[drfeelbad]

House smiled a little at that simple touch, and it wasn't long before he was back from the front desk, with a key card in his hand. "Eighth floor," he said as he pushed the button and the elevator dinged open.

[tempting_the_fates]

"Nice," Nyx grinned, following him into the lift.

"How was your day then? I got to pretend to do surgery," he laughed.

[drfeelbad]

"I saw that scene in the dailies," House said. "You did a good job. Even if it's a shame for that mask to hide your pretty face."

[tempting_the_fates]

"Charmer," Nyx said with a little grin. "You should come hang out on set more. Give me a reason to peacock a bit."

[drfeelbad]

"Do you think you'd perform even better?" House asked. "Wanting to... be good for me?" His voice turns into a bit of a purr at that last bit.