Title: Just Dinner
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summary: After being patched up by House – Horatio asks him to dinner
Beta: Star (Gil)
Author's Note: This is set before Horatio goes to Miami or House to New Jersey
Challenge: 3-Way - Horatio/Speed/House
Prompt: #T4P47 – Don’t Deny
Word Count: 1967

~*~

He snarled at everyone that dared get in his way. He was late for work, because his alarm didn't go off, because the electricity was off, because some moron working for the state cut the damn power line, because he was too stupid to read the little sign that said don't dig here power lines, and now he was late. Gregory House was never late. He was snarky. He was a gift doctor. But he was never late.

"You’re late."

"Really, I was just running from the train station to here, because I felt like a quick jog," Gregory snapped as he headed into the doctors' lounge.

"You have three patients waiting for you," Nurse Joan said as she handed him the charts. "Might want to try setting your alarm, next time."

House slammed his locker door shut and glared at her. "There's a concept. Next time I'll try that fancy finagled gadget, instead of relying on the early bird waking me up so he can get the worm."

She rolled her eyes and left the lounge.

He looked down at the charts and groaned; he stopped by the Nurses Station and glared at them. "I'm being punished for being fifteen minutes late."

"No." One shook her head. "We just don't like you."

House's eyes narrowed at them. "You do realize this means war."

"Bring it on." Joan handed him another chart. "That's four patients."

Gregory looked down at the chart then back at her. "You're good."

She smirked. “If you need any help, we could always call one of the interns for you."

"Oh hell no." House walked off towards the exams room. "Last time you so kindly provided me with help, the little airhead couldn't grasp the simple concept of counting."

He walked down the hall plotting his revenge; he had snotty kids, senile old geezers, and hormonal teenagers for his morning rounds. He opened the door to the exam room only to find said teenage girl on her knees blowing said teenage boy. "Well, this brings a whole new meaning to the phrase breakfast of champions."

~*~

Gregory leaned against the back wall, resisting the urge to slam his head against it. He had to give the nursing staff credit; they were evil vindictive bitches. He smirked; he loved it. And whether Joan would admit it or not, their little spats got her going, and she held her ground with him each and every time. Too bad she was old enough to be his mother.

"So I hear you've had some rough cases."

House opened his eyes and looked at the redhead standing in front of him. "Didn't I turn you down?"

"I'm stubborn." Horatio smirked. "Besides your excuse was lousy."

"I thought it was well founded..."

"Going to Queens so you can find your dying aunts, niece’s cat?" The detective's eyebrow rose. "I've heard better from whacked out druggies."

"Damn, losing my touch." House snapped his fingers. "I'll just have to try harder."

Horatio crossed his arms in front of him. "Let's just be upfront. Dinner. Tonight."

"It's not a good idea," Greg answered, perfectly honest. "Society isn't very gracious about things outside their norm. And this is outside their norm."

"It's dinner," the redhead pushed. "Just think of it as my way of thank you for saving my life."

House rolled his eyes. "It was a scratch."

"One that took twenty-five stitches, as you so adamantly pointed out a few dozen times." He grinned.

"Will you leave me alone if I agree?" the doctor asked.

"Let's just wait and see, shall we?" Horatio gave him a small smirk. "There's this great Italian place on 5th and Main."

"I get off at seven." Gregory stepped away from the wall and headed back in. "By the way, I hate Italian."

"I'll make sure they serve their homemade lasagna." Horatio walked off with a slight wave.

"Bastard." He smiled softly then hid it. No use letting anyone know he had a date.

~*~

The moment the door was closed, Gregory had been pushed against it and kissed with an inch of his life. He opened his mouth to the questioning tongue, a moan escaping his throat. He slipped his hands around the slim waist and pulled him closer, grinding his aching cock into the lean hip. Horatio pulled back and nibbled his way down the jaw and neck, his hands slipping under the soft t-shirt caressing hot skin.

Gregory pushed Horatio back, panting slightly catching much needed air. "You promised me coffee and dessert."

Horatio smirked wickedly. "I do have whip cream and strawberries."

"So you planned on seducing me?" House slipped his hand into the bright red hair and pulled him into another deep kiss.

He stepped back. "Bedroom's this way."

Gregory followed him back into the bedroom, taking a courtesy glance around before pulling Horatio into his arms and kissing him hard and passionate. He had known since high school that he had found boys attractive, and figured soon after that wasn't a good thing in society’s eyes. He had done what it took to get where he was, and at first had no intention of ever seeing one Horatio Caine again.

"Damn," Greg panted as he pulled jacket and shirt off the detective.

"Oh I can do better than that." Horatio chuckled before pushing his lover onto the bed. His hands caressed up House's legs, cupping the hardening erection under the now tight jeans. "Can't wait to feel this." He quickly unzipped the jeans and in one shot, had the jeans and shorts off and tossed across the room. He took the hard cock into his hand, stroking it softly and running his thumb along the swelled head.

Gregory watched the redhead intently, groaning deep in his throat when he took the cock into his mouth. He couldn't take his eyes away from the sight. Watching Horatio's head bob up and down, the feel of that warm mouth sliding along his cock, it was intoxicating. He slid his hand into the soft red hair and gripped the locks, thrusting forward slightly. Horatio looked upward, blue eyes catching brown, and took the full length down his throat. Gregory groaned and shot his load down the eager throat.

Horatio swallowed it all down, then sat back up a smirk on his face. Gregory pulled him down and kissed him passionately, tasting himself on Horatio's tongue. "Fuck me, will you."

Caine pulled back slightly. "You sure?"

House rolled his eyes. "What do you want me to do to make it more clear officer, strip and spread them?"

Horatio moaned, pushing his erection into his lover's thigh. "Do I need to strip search you?"

Gregory moaned, "You have too many clothes on."

The redhead gave him an evil smile and stood up; he unbuttoned his pants and let them slide down his legs, kicking them off to the corner. His thumbs snagged the waist of his silk boxers, and he watched Greg's eyes go darker with lust. He slipped them off and tossed them over towards his discarded pants. Taking his own hard cock into his hands, Horatio stroked it firmly, moaning as he felt it harden in his hands.

"I know a much better place you can put that," House smirked.

"On your knees," Horatio's voice dropped to a low commanding tone. Gregory shivered as he rolled and got onto his knees; he moaned as calloused hands caressed his back and ass. "Spread them." He eagerly spread his legs, giving his lover better access. Horatio grabbed the lube. "How long has it been?"

"College," House moaned as two fingers entered him, striking that one spot instantly.

"A quick fuck behind the autopsy room?" he asked before running his tongue along the arched spine.

Gregory pushed back on the probing fingers. "Empty hospital bed at the clinic, now shut up and fuck me or I'm leaving."

Horatio pulled his fingers out. "Demanding, aren't you."

"You're just now figuring..." House groaned in passion as he was taken in one full thrust. "Oh God..."

H set a fast pace, his hard cock sliding in and out of the tight ass. He gripped Greg's hips tightly as the brunette fell forward onto his elbows, his legs spreading even more, allowing Horatio even more access. House cried out in pleasure as each thrust scraped over his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure down his spine. He was once again hard and aching with need. He reached down and began to stroke the hard member, matching the rhythm Horatio had set. Both men were lost in a haze of passion and need, sweat pouring off of them. Horatio slammed hard into his lover and stilled, a strangled groan escaping his lips as he came hard. Gregory stroked his cock faster so close to completion, the moment he felt Horatio's hand on his, he cried out as he came all over their fingers.

Horatio pulled out and quickly checked to make sure his lover was okay before slowly moving off the bed to get something to clean them up. When he returned he was a bit surprised to see Gregory getting dressed.

"Going somewhere?" he asked leaning against the bathroom door unashamed of his nakedness.

"You got your fuck, so I'm leaving." House shrugged as he slipped on his shirt. "Now you can stop harassing me at work."

Horatio's eyes narrowed as he stalked across the room. "You think that’s all this was?" He growled, pushing Gregory face first into the wall, holding an arm behind him, in a classic police maneuver. "That I just pestered you until you gave in and let me fuck you?"

House struggled against the hold. "This can be considered police brutality."

"I have handcuffs and a baton," the detective growled low in his throat.

A deep moan escaped his lips. "You're enjoying this."

"Actually I am." He pushed his awakening erection into Gregory's hip. "As much as seeing you on your knees sucking me off would greatly please me." He stepped back, letting him go. "I would rather you want to do it."

House turned around and leaned against the wall and looked at the redhead. "You're a cop. I'm a doctor. Both of us are men. The two shall not meet."

"I'm not asking you to skip into work holding hands and spouting off poetry."

Gregory's eyebrow rose. "That could be fun."

Horatio rolled his eyes. "There's something here. I want to find out what it is."

The two men looked at each other, both weighing the odds and each other. Greg sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. "I hate you."

"I know, now strip and back into bed." The redhead smiled as he gestured towards the large bed.

"Someone promised me desert," he said as he slipped back out of his jeans. "And I expect to be pampered and cherished; I like lavish gifts..." He stopped mid sentence when Horatio pulled out his handcuffs. He smirked. "Why, honey, you're so sweet; you got me a bracelet."

Horatio gave him a playful smirk. "Shall we see if they fit."

The rest of the night was filled with moans of passion as they began to learn each other's bodies. In the earlier hours of the morning they dropped off into a content sleep, with Horatio's arm around Greg. Neither men knew at the time, but it was the beginning of a relationship that would see them through the darkest of times.