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[ John wants to argue, but he thinks it might be too cruel, when the love that makes him grateful his feelings still work is with Junpei's senpai. Instead he just acknowledges that with a solemn dip of his head and finishes his own tea. ]
Getting to the clinic's going to be a fucking journey, and I need to know you've had a full night's sleep and a real meal before I take your blood. So let's meet back here for breakfast tomorrow, okay?
Getting to the clinic's going to be a fucking journey, and I need to know you've had a full night's sleep and a real meal before I take your blood. So let's meet back here for breakfast tomorrow, okay?
All right.
[ He finishes the last of his tea and sets the cup back down. Sleep hasn’t been easy, nor has eating, but he’ll try to go through the motions of both. ]
… I don’t really need to tell you to take care of him, I know … but I’ll say it anyway. I just need to.
See you tomorrow.
[ He finishes the last of his tea and sets the cup back down. Sleep hasn’t been easy, nor has eating, but he’ll try to go through the motions of both. ]
… I don’t really need to tell you to take care of him, I know … but I’ll say it anyway. I just need to.
See you tomorrow.
Hey, it takes a village.
[ To look after House. That's what he learned in the Void. And even then, you fail and fail and fail. John gives him a grim little smile. ]
See you then.
[ He's already in the kitchen the next morning, cooking buttery eggs — he's never going to be in master chef territory but he's better than Ianthe so there's no shell - and no raw potato. He's also got a slab of meat waiting: ]
Morning. How do you like your steak?
[ To look after House. That's what he learned in the Void. And even then, you fail and fail and fail. John gives him a grim little smile. ]
See you then.
[ He's already in the kitchen the next morning, cooking buttery eggs — he's never going to be in master chef territory but he's better than Ianthe so there's no shell - and no raw potato. He's also got a slab of meat waiting: ]
Morning. How do you like your steak?
[ When John had mentioned ‘breakfast’, Junpei was picturing maybe some eggs and toast.
Steak as part of breakfast is such a foreign (literally) concept to him that he takes a minute to make sure he heard John correctly.
After a few confused blinks he sets himself down in a seat, rubbing the sleep out of one eye. Voice still scratchy from having just woken up. ]
Uh, medium rare … thanks.
Steak as part of breakfast is such a foreign (literally) concept to him that he takes a minute to make sure he heard John correctly.
After a few confused blinks he sets himself down in a seat, rubbing the sleep out of one eye. Voice still scratchy from having just woken up. ]
Uh, medium rare … thanks.
[ It's not really John's standard either, but his focus here is iron and protein. It's very easy for him to get meat (given his work at the hunting lodge and ability to preserve it) and eggs (given Bertie) and also in his cooking wheelhouse, so Junpei gets served up a plate of vaguely scrambled eggs and a medium rare steak.
John has his sliced very thin and very rare, nearly tataki, with sour black bread and, as always, a cup of tea. He'd thought about adding beans in tomato sauce but that made him think about cooking for Kiriona and that made him sad. ]
Sleep okay?
John has his sliced very thin and very rare, nearly tataki, with sour black bread and, as always, a cup of tea. He'd thought about adding beans in tomato sauce but that made him think about cooking for Kiriona and that made him sad. ]
Sleep okay?
For how I’ve been sleeping lately, yeah.
[ No point in lying. When he first arrived it was nightmares about his bullies, then it became nightmares about his monster, about the cages. About losing the people he’s come to care for so deeply. Sleep has always been a challenge, it’s just the form the challenge takes that has shifted.
As embarrassing as the also frequent dirty dreams have been, at least they’re a respite from waking up in a panic. ]
Being on an actual bed again helps.
[ No point in lying. When he first arrived it was nightmares about his bullies, then it became nightmares about his monster, about the cages. About losing the people he’s come to care for so deeply. Sleep has always been a challenge, it’s just the form the challenge takes that has shifted.
As embarrassing as the also frequent dirty dreams have been, at least they’re a respite from waking up in a panic. ]
Being on an actual bed again helps.
[ John sighs a little, like .. Junpei, take care of yourself. ]
I'm sure it does.
[ Mild, not too judgemental. Junpei has spent the night in a bed and now he's eating food, so he's doing as well as he could be. ]
It's been a long time since I've dreamed. Unless you count whatever that was in the Void.
I'm sure it does.
[ Mild, not too judgemental. Junpei has spent the night in a bed and now he's eating food, so he's doing as well as he could be. ]
It's been a long time since I've dreamed. Unless you count whatever that was in the Void.
[ Left on Junpei's bed (with no attempt to hide or disguise it from anyone else who might discover it) is a flat fabric wrapped parcel. There's a note on top addressed to Junpei which reads, in carefully penned kanji: ]
Two ripe round peaches
So sweet, pale, soft in hand
Covered by bright red lace
- Sensei
P.S. Put it on.
[ In the package is a set of red lingerie -- a lace one piece bodysuit, as well as a pair of panties, garter belt and matching stockings. ]
Two ripe round peaches
So sweet, pale, soft in hand
Covered by bright red lace
- Sensei
P.S. Put it on.
[ In the package is a set of red lingerie -- a lace one piece bodysuit, as well as a pair of panties, garter belt and matching stockings. ]
[ Nobody, but nobody, can inspire such a wide array of emotions in Junpei at one time as well as House can. Flustered, embarrassed, curious … and, annoyingly? Charmed. Ridiculously turned on.
The note is tucked away in a pocket. He needs to slip it into his journal.
He then mulls over how he wants to proceed as fingers trace idly along the patterns in the lace, feeling like a million eyes are on him even as he’s alone in the room. Yet it’s exciting to be watched, caught in this situation.
The next morning, he sends a brief message to House over the mental link:
You’d better come in today. ]
The note is tucked away in a pocket. He needs to slip it into his journal.
He then mulls over how he wants to proceed as fingers trace idly along the patterns in the lace, feeling like a million eyes are on him even as he’s alone in the room. Yet it’s exciting to be watched, caught in this situation.
The next morning, he sends a brief message to House over the mental link:
You’d better come in today. ]
I'm already in.
[ So to speak. But he is already at the clinic, in the little side room off the main hospital ward they've more or less taken over. Half trying to avoid Magda and half enjoying a private moment and some breakfast. ]
[ So to speak. But he is already at the clinic, in the little side room off the main hospital ward they've more or less taken over. Half trying to avoid Magda and half enjoying a private moment and some breakfast. ]
You can take half of mine if you miss them. I get kind of sick of them.
[ Tired, bitter. It might not be so bad if they were at least lucid, but it feels like falling for the same prank over and over when he doesn’t realize until he jolts awake in a cold sweat that his own mind had been harassing him yet again.
It doesn’t help when the same themes are repeated in an endless, annoying loop. ]
Just having plain sleep sounds like a luxury.
[ Tired, bitter. It might not be so bad if they were at least lucid, but it feels like falling for the same prank over and over when he doesn’t realize until he jolts awake in a cold sweat that his own mind had been harassing him yet again.
It doesn’t help when the same themes are repeated in an endless, annoying loop. ]
Just having plain sleep sounds like a luxury.
[ About fifteen minutes later the door to said little room will abruptly open, Junpei slipping in with a speed he usually doesn’t possess so early in the morning. It’s like he’s a liquid seeping into the room, door being swiftly closed behind him.
At first, it looks like he’s in his usual cute little nurse uniform with the questionably short skirt. By some miracle in spite of all the upheaval over the past couple months it’s remained in tact, not so much as a wrinkle to be found.
If one’s eyes are to take journey south, however, there’s a telltale flash of red that stands out vibrantly against the creamy pale skin of his thighs.
Leaning casually against the door, he crosses his arms over his chest. ]
I don’t know why I’m rewarding you for this kind of behavior.
At first, it looks like he’s in his usual cute little nurse uniform with the questionably short skirt. By some miracle in spite of all the upheaval over the past couple months it’s remained in tact, not so much as a wrinkle to be found.
If one’s eyes are to take journey south, however, there’s a telltale flash of red that stands out vibrantly against the creamy pale skin of his thighs.
Leaning casually against the door, he crosses his arms over his chest. ]
I don’t know why I’m rewarding you for this kind of behavior.
Don't be an idiot.
[ House speaks up from where he's reclining in the only chair in the room, eating a late season apple and writing notes in the journal in his lap. He flips said journal shut and sets it and the last quarter of the apple aside, glancing over to take in the sight of Junpei in all his flustered glory. ]
This is your reward. A thank you gift for filling in for me while I was.. elsewhere. [ He pulls himself to his feet and tilts his head a little, as if trying to figure out what h's looking at. ] Plus, we're all trying to be better citizens, right? Blending in. So this is blending. You look great. Presumably. Since I can't actually see if any of it fits or not. Are you really wearing them?
[ He leans down a bit, as if to try and peer up Junpei's skirt. ]
[ House speaks up from where he's reclining in the only chair in the room, eating a late season apple and writing notes in the journal in his lap. He flips said journal shut and sets it and the last quarter of the apple aside, glancing over to take in the sight of Junpei in all his flustered glory. ]
This is your reward. A thank you gift for filling in for me while I was.. elsewhere. [ He pulls himself to his feet and tilts his head a little, as if trying to figure out what h's looking at. ] Plus, we're all trying to be better citizens, right? Blending in. So this is blending. You look great. Presumably. Since I can't actually see if any of it fits or not. Are you really wearing them?
[ He leans down a bit, as if to try and peer up Junpei's skirt. ]
[ It’s like a superpower, the way that House can so effortlessly torpedo Junpei’s mood in one fell swoop.
In an instant he feels hot with embarrassment, part of him wanting to turn around in a huff and storm right out of the clinic. Mad at himself for getting suckered in by a dirty poem that probably took the other a minute or two at most to think up. Every time he tells himself he won’t get those vulnerable, fluttery feelings again, and every time the smallest thing has him acting like a fool once more.
But he doesn’t leave. Even as the shame simmers beneath the surface, he finds his hand coming forward as if it’s going to lift the skirt just enough for House to see the edge of the red lace lined bulge beneath …
… but then it pauses, tapping fingers against his leg instead. ]
In that case … I won’t bore you with it.
In an instant he feels hot with embarrassment, part of him wanting to turn around in a huff and storm right out of the clinic. Mad at himself for getting suckered in by a dirty poem that probably took the other a minute or two at most to think up. Every time he tells himself he won’t get those vulnerable, fluttery feelings again, and every time the smallest thing has him acting like a fool once more.
But he doesn’t leave. Even as the shame simmers beneath the surface, he finds his hand coming forward as if it’s going to lift the skirt just enough for House to see the edge of the red lace lined bulge beneath …
… but then it pauses, tapping fingers against his leg instead. ]
In that case … I won’t bore you with it.
Edited 2023-11-02 00:48 (UTC)
Oh, you're such a tease.
[ Far from bring put off by Junpei's reaction, a flicker of a grin crosses House's face. He likes novelty even more than being obeyed and the little hint of thigh, the little peek at the saucy minx he knows is lurking beneath Junpei's grouchy exterior, is enough to put him on the scent of a good time. ]
They wanted your measurements. I had to estimate. I want to know if I got it right. Had to spend a lot of time thinking about what you'd look like. [ He sways a step closer and lowers his voice, holding Junpei's gaze. ] A lot of time.
[ Far from bring put off by Junpei's reaction, a flicker of a grin crosses House's face. He likes novelty even more than being obeyed and the little hint of thigh, the little peek at the saucy minx he knows is lurking beneath Junpei's grouchy exterior, is enough to put him on the scent of a good time. ]
They wanted your measurements. I had to estimate. I want to know if I got it right. Had to spend a lot of time thinking about what you'd look like. [ He sways a step closer and lowers his voice, holding Junpei's gaze. ] A lot of time.
[ He hates it. He loves it. The way the other can stir him up, make him feel like frustration is a form of flirting. It’s clear from the way Junpei’s eyes regard House beneath his lashes that it’s working again, even as he keeps a look of cold disinterest on his face. ]
It’s tight.
[ The hand trails back up, feeling himself beneath both layers of fabric. How the lingerie hugs him so snugly. Follows every curve and dip like it was painted on.
House didn’t need to know how long he’d spent studying himself in the mirror, marveling at how even he thought he looked like a whole different person. Someone exciting, and confident, and sexy. ]
Your Japanese is impressive. If I didn’t know better I’d have thought it was written by a native pervert.
It’s tight.
[ The hand trails back up, feeling himself beneath both layers of fabric. How the lingerie hugs him so snugly. Follows every curve and dip like it was painted on.
House didn’t need to know how long he’d spent studying himself in the mirror, marveling at how even he thought he looked like a whole different person. Someone exciting, and confident, and sexy. ]
Your Japanese is impressive. If I didn’t know better I’d have thought it was written by a native pervert.
I've spent years studying the fine art of perversion. And Japanese.
[ His joke comes out somewhat flat. He's more than a little distracted by Junpei's wandering hand; his own gaze has dipped down to follow it, his mind already racing ahead to guess at what's still concealed by the layers of fabric. Even when he speaks, he can't drag his attention away from the slight bulge in the front of Junpei's skirt.
This was such a good idea. ]
How tight?
[ His joke comes out somewhat flat. He's more than a little distracted by Junpei's wandering hand; his own gaze has dipped down to follow it, his mind already racing ahead to guess at what's still concealed by the layers of fabric. Even when he speaks, he can't drag his attention away from the slight bulge in the front of Junpei's skirt.
This was such a good idea. ]
How tight?
[ That attention feels good. Addictive. One leg is crossed oh so casually over the other. He wants to drag this out a little, savor the electric feeling. The wandering fingers slip over his stomach. ]
For once I didn’t just skip breakfast because I was in a hurry. I’m pretty sure if I even had an apple I wouldn’t be able to fit in it.
[ Exaggeration, of course, but it should give some illustration of how well it fits him. How well House knows the shape of his body. ]
I’m surprised you could guess so accurately. You haven’t really seen it all in awhile.
[ Since the toga party, which may as well have been a millennia ago. ]
I guess since you’re so scientifically curious, you could feel it through the uniform if you want. Just don’t wrinkle it. I do have work to do, after all.
For once I didn’t just skip breakfast because I was in a hurry. I’m pretty sure if I even had an apple I wouldn’t be able to fit in it.
[ Exaggeration, of course, but it should give some illustration of how well it fits him. How well House knows the shape of his body. ]
I’m surprised you could guess so accurately. You haven’t really seen it all in awhile.
[ Since the toga party, which may as well have been a millennia ago. ]
I guess since you’re so scientifically curious, you could feel it through the uniform if you want. Just don’t wrinkle it. I do have work to do, after all.
I don't sleep much at all. I don't like it.
[ The vulnerability of unconsciousness. ]
Feels too much like dying.
[ The vulnerability of unconsciousness. ]
Feels too much like dying.
[ The teasing really works for him. And for House. He doesn't get any closer, but his gaze grows a degree more heated, lingering on the movements of his hands, the shifting of his thighs. ]
Through the uniform? I won't be able to feel anything.
[ That doesn't stop him from doing as he's told, though. He reaches for Junpei, flattening his palm carefully over his crotch. Just holding it there for a moment, his attention now on Junpei's face, watching for his reaction. ]
But this does feel familiar.
Through the uniform? I won't be able to feel anything.
[ That doesn't stop him from doing as he's told, though. He reaches for Junpei, flattening his palm carefully over his crotch. Just holding it there for a moment, his attention now on Junpei's face, watching for his reaction. ]
But this does feel familiar.
[ It’s an award winning act of holding back, especially considering how sensitive and obvious the boy was during their first encounter months ago. The truth is Junpei has been rabidly horny ever since the month began, and it’s no small feat for there to only be the tiniest catch in his breath at the press of that palm on his hidden arousal.
He’s already half hard, had been since he’d slipped into the lace and pictured the scene he’d set once he ran into House. A teenager is still a teenager, and his libido is chomping at the bit behind his forced bored expression. ]
Are you sure? You feel a lot of them, don’t you?
[ You know, as a doctor. ]
I can actually think of a few people I’d like to show this present to. It really is a thoughtful gift.
He’s already half hard, had been since he’d slipped into the lace and pictured the scene he’d set once he ran into House. A teenager is still a teenager, and his libido is chomping at the bit behind his forced bored expression. ]
Are you sure? You feel a lot of them, don’t you?
[ You know, as a doctor. ]
I can actually think of a few people I’d like to show this present to. It really is a thoughtful gift.
[ When it comes to the track and shape of Junpei's emotions, House is a dedicated and thoughtful researcher, teasing out new information from every skewed frown and arched brow, testing and re-testing the results until he can draw a suitable conclusion. He could write an entire paper on the tension in the corners of Junpei's mouth and eyes, the affectation of boredom that doesn't quite disguise the uptick in his interest, itself evident in the way his dick is filling out in the curve of House's palm.
His own expression is almost a mirror of the one before him, though the veil he ducks behind isn't boredom, but a detached and clinical sobriety. ]
Who? Quentin? You can't show anyone the present if it's still wrapped up. [ Daring, he squeezes Junepi's growing erection, then starts to rub his palm up and down, dragging the fabric of the skirt over the lace beneath. ]
I really think I deserve to at least see what it looks like.
His own expression is almost a mirror of the one before him, though the veil he ducks behind isn't boredom, but a detached and clinical sobriety. ]
Who? Quentin? You can't show anyone the present if it's still wrapped up. [ Daring, he squeezes Junepi's growing erection, then starts to rub his palm up and down, dragging the fabric of the skirt over the lace beneath. ]
I really think I deserve to at least see what it looks like.
Quentin was your first thought?
[ Unfortunately for Junpei, his cock doesn’t want to play along with the memo from the mind to keep a casual tone. The friction created by being snuggled beneath multiple layers of material combined with his usual weakness for House using that medical professional voice is just too much.
A whine escapes, dripping with that youthful sensitivity and impatience as he leans into the rubbing palm.
But he’s stubborn, even as he’s flushing pink and steadying himself against the door behind him, there’s still some fight left. ]
He’s not a bad choice. Considering all he’s been through recently … all he’s done for me … I wouldn’t mind spoiling him.
[ Unfortunately for Junpei, his cock doesn’t want to play along with the memo from the mind to keep a casual tone. The friction created by being snuggled beneath multiple layers of material combined with his usual weakness for House using that medical professional voice is just too much.
A whine escapes, dripping with that youthful sensitivity and impatience as he leans into the rubbing palm.
But he’s stubborn, even as he’s flushing pink and steadying himself against the door behind him, there’s still some fight left. ]
He’s not a bad choice. Considering all he’s been through recently … all he’s done for me … I wouldn’t mind spoiling him.
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