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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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.

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"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."

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

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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.

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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.

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

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

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"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."

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

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"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.

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Nyx might have looked embarrassed then, just a tiny bit, suddenly reminded of all the ways Hex managed to make him behave. He laughed though, not wanting to let on that he might have been knocked slightly off-balance by the suggestion.

"I'm never good," he assured House. "I do like showing off though."

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House did clock the bit of discomfort, and wondered if he'd overstepped. "And I do enjoy watching you," he said as the doors dinged open, and then took Q's hand and pulled him down the hallway towards their room.

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Nyx let himself be pulled along, laughing a little. Though part of him was wondering if House had heard or seen something between him and Hex on set. They weren't always good at being discreet after all.

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House had indeed gotten a... glimpse once, and he couldn't deny that it had been kind of hot, but he wouldn't have dared suggest that to Nyx.

When the door closed behind them, he immediately pushed Nyx against it and kissed him, his cane clattering to the floor.

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Nyx made a surprised sound as he hit the door, gasping into the kiss, then laughing softly.

"Eager," he teased, kissing Greg back hard and holding onto him tightly as he nudged them both towards the bed.

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"I can't help it, you're just so hot," House breathed as they tumbled onto the bed, and he started pulling at Nyx's shirt. He really had had plans for this to be relaxing, but...

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"I'll try and tone it down," Nyx said, looking amused and helping Greg relieve him of his shirt, before working on getting the other man's off as well.

"I do like when you're hungry for it," he said, letting his voice drop just a little lower.

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'Don't tone it down," House said, letting his hands slide over Nyx's chest. "I like it. I like being... hungry for you. It's exciting. Even if it's... distracting."

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"Yeah? How distracting?" Nyx asked, rolling them over and climbing on top of the other man. "You secretly jerking off in your office? Maybe I should join you one day, slide right under your desk and... Distract you."

He started to open Greg's trousers, slipping his hand inside and groping him roughly through his underwear.

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"Oh, god," House gasped, his eyes practically rolling back into his head. "I - I have jerked off to you. Not at the office, but - fuck. Many times."

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"Yeah?" Nyx asked, giving him another squeeze. "And what were you thinking about, exactly? Was I on my knees? Was I riding you?"

He leaned over, speaking right in House's ear.

"Maybe I was fucking you? Maybe I was just jerking off for you, on my knees, begging for it... Tell me what you think about when I'm not there, and I'll do it, love. I'll do whatever you want."

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House's cock jerked in Nyx's hand, and his breath was coming fast now, practically panting.

"I - I've fantasized about all of those things," he said, the words tumbling out, and it felt like confession now. "I've thought of you on your knees under y desk. I've thought of you bent over it. I've thought of you in my shower, your hands pressed against the glass." He swallowed hard. "And yes, I've... I've thought about you fucking me."

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"So tell me what you want most, right now," Nyx said, before ducking his head a little to give Greg's neck a gentle nip.

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House groaned. "I... fuck, sorry, I'm having a little trouble thinking straight." And he really was.

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"Yeah? A bit distracted?" Nyx teased.

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"Yeah..." House breathed.

He wet his lips, hesitated. "I mean would you... want to fuck me?"

It had been ages. And he could probably count the number of times on one hand. But Nyx was also the first person he'd even consider trusting with that, in quite a while.