Fic: 21st Century 1/1 House M.D./Torchwood
Title: Twenty-First Century Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own House M.D. or Torchwood. Characters: Chase, Jack, House Words: 699 Prompt: 4 Jack/Chase Fandom: Torchwood/House M.D. Pairing: Jack Harkness/Robert Chase Rating: Adult Warnings: Language, Violence Summary: The twenty-first century is when everything changes. Author's Note: Crack, mmmmm. ______________________________________
Sitting in House's desk chair, Jack swiveled it to and fro slowly as he put both feet on the man's desk. He held a glass of scotch he had found in the bottom drawer of the desk. It wasn't an uncommon sight in his own office, but at Princeton-Plainsboro, one risked death sitting in the boss' chair.
That is, unless, one was the boss' pet.
Speaking of which, Jack grinned around the cigar at the man standing a few feet away staring at him. Spreading his legs so that his package was clearly visible, he leaned back. "Is there something I can do for you, Robert?"
"House is on his way up. Immortal or not, he will find a way to kill you if he catches you." Having been the subject of the man's full throttle amorism since his arrival, Chase was now immune to his sexual posturing. It had been a hectic six days, but the man's friend was well on his way to recovery. For his part, however, he was ready to hang up his stethoscope and just runaway, far, far away.
Seeing that he was having no effect, which was no fun at all, Jack slid to his feet, but kept a hold on the glass. It was good stuff, probably cost the elusive Doctor House a few hundred at least. Still, not one to give up easily, he laid a hand on Chase's shoulder, the thumb of which played with his lapel. "Tell me, Robert, what keeps you here? There is an entirely different and wondrous world out there. These are exciting times. The twenty-first century is..."
"Where it all changes, yes, I've heard this speech a dozen times already." Grabbing Jack's hand, he twisted it until the other man let go. "The answer is still no. I'm not going to sleep with you."
"Oh, you have no idea how much that drives me wild." Leaning in closer, Jack pulled the cigar from between his teeth and grinned. Taking a slow breath, he growled at the younger man. "I'm a demon in the sack, promise."
"Just give it up, he's not budging. Chase, coffee, now." Limping in to his office, House watched the younger man jump then scramble out of the room. Instead of following Chase with his eyes, he observed Jack as the man returned the favor. "I think it's time you left. There's only room for one man slut in this hospital and Wilson's got tenure."
Shrugging, Jack dropped the cigar in the pencil holder on House's desk. He started for the door, but the doctor cleared his throat. Stopping, Jack held out the glass.
Snatching it away from the man, House sniffed it to confirm his suspicions. "I'll expect another bottle by the end of the business week, Captain." He waited for the sound of the door to close but it never came. Turning on a hunch, he found a very naked Jack standing in front of his office door.
Snapping on a pair of latex gloves he pulled from some where, Jack drooped a stethoscope around his neck. "Let's play doctor."
"Isn't that interesting." House raised an eyebrow at Jack's superman pose. "Hypersexuality can be a sign of neurological trauma. Tell me, when was the last time you had your had a brain scan?"
Catching the look in the doctor's eyes, Jack took a step back and swallowed nervously. He thought he was saved when the door opened behind him.
"Your coffee, sir." Voice clipped, Chase walked around the brightly smiling Jack. Setting the mug down on House's desk, he faced his boss expectantly.
"Our friend here needs a few tests run." House pointed at Jack with his cane, mimicking the other man's erect body part.
"Which ones?" Clinical mode setting in, Chase eagerly eyed Jack up.
"Start with his head and work your way down." House enjoyed the way both men looked at him in question. Let them take it as they may. "Oh, and Chase, be very thorough." Yes, he was the top dog here for a reason. Whistling, he turned back to his desk and limped over to sip his scotch. It was very good scotch after all.