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Jack Dent (OC) ([info]jumpinjackdent) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-01-17 01:09:00

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Entry tags:greg house, jack dent, plotty mcplot

Who Jack Dent And Greg House [The Mick And Keith of UTR, Y/Y? Aha.]
What Greg is blowing things up with his mind. Jack is naked. What CAN'T They do?!
Where Greg's place
When Wednesday evening
Rating/status Naked!Jack gets us up to pg-13 at least.../in progress!


Taking a little breath, Jack looked down at the posts with Greg and shook his head. Why did he suggest going over? He had been locked in the bathroom since he went nude in the grocery store and a few old ladies gave him the dirtiest of looks after they figured out what the scar on his thigh said. As if he put it there! The point was, he ran home, locked himself in the bathroom and hadn't planned on coming out, not even letting Jules in (until he got lonely and did let him in), but here he was, saying he would go to Greg's house with liquor.

"Must be the face," Jack murmured as he stood and shook his head again, moving to go to the kitchen and grab a bottle of-What was it? Eyeing the bottle, Jack figured it was scotch after a moment. He grabbed another like it and stowed it under his arm as well. "Darling, I'm heading over to Greg's to see that he doesn't blow up his face. A shame to have one less of those in the world, hm?" He called to Julien, to realize the man had gone out. Right. Jack had wanted something from the store when he had been caught naked...Well, he'd leave a note.

'Dear Jules, went to Greg's to make sure he didn't blow up his face. He can read minds now, isn't that neat? Will be back later! [Address] if you perhaps want to come by? Love, Jacky'

Sticking that to the fridge, he then grabbed the bottle, took a deep breath, and headed outside, making a break for the nearest portkey. Little damage and a few cat calls later (The long hair always confused), he was at a portkey, and then not long after that, he was stumbling to Greg's door, dizzy, naked and still grasping the bottles as if for dear life.

Knocking, he leaned against the frame, keeping his back to the street. Greg would get the shock of full frontal and Jack would apologize of course, but he didn't think hanging about, tackle out, towards the street was decent. Call him old fashioned.


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[info]drsnarkfest
2008-01-17 04:48 am UTC (link)
To his credit, Greg only gave Jack a cursory once-over as he answered the door (which was especially impressive, considering his seated posture gave him a front row view to Jack's 'tackle').

"You're serious," He muttered, sliding back to head back into the house, letting Tri trot past him to sniff at Jack, whuffing half-heartedly.

"Scotch- good call." Either he'd seen it, or had 'heard' Jack think that's what it was. He was doing his best to stay out of the other man's head, but it was harder with someone nearby.

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[info]jumpinjackdent
2008-01-17 04:53 am UTC (link)
"Mmhmm," Jack had a moment to adjust to the fact that Jules hadn't answered the door but Greg before there was a dog, and as much as Jack loved dogs, when naked his love went down a touch, "Nice pooch," He murmured as he stepped in and shut the door behind him heading to walk after Greg into the house.

"I thought it was, seeing as it was what we had," Jack said, though he was distracted by looking around the house, "Lovely place, by the by. Now, where are the glasses and the strategically placed pillows and screens? If this were a film, someone would hold up a banana every time I turned to the side..."

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[info]drsnarkfest
2008-01-17 04:57 am UTC (link)
Triumph seemed unphased by the appearance of another naked body, moving back to the corner and curling up with a huff. Greg did a startlingly similar transition onto the couch, grabbing his own glass off the table, already half-full of a darker liquid.

"S'one on the table. I'd offer the guitar, but she's-" He glanced over at the pile of rubble that was once his first child, and sighed. "Try the throw on the back of the chair," He was flipping through the channels, looking for something to distract himself- the smallest unguided train of thought was taking him to places he didn't particularly want to be.

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[info]jumpinjackdent
2008-01-17 05:03 am UTC (link)
Jack eyed the rubble and gave a little scowl, "Oh God, look at that. What a shame. I stick by how bitchy this place is, and add that this must be it's time of month!" He shook his head and went to the table to grab himself a glass and brought the bottles over to set them on the coffee table in front of Greg.

Taking the throw, Jack put it on the chair and sat on it, thinking he had to know Greg a bit better before he would put his bare arse on his furniture, "Now, has anything else exploded?" He question as he looked around the room, his dizziness settling to be just an annoying sort of swaying feeling in his head, "And has anything you've done helped at all, or just constant suffering? If it helps, my favourite pair of socks were lost to the disappearing of my clothing, so you could always revel in my own sorrow-which is not near as bad as yours, but the fact that I'm bitching about it can then lead you to focusing on how much you hate me for even mentioning the damn socks!" He gave a smile and crossed his legs carefully, his hands settling to do all the work of a banana and he was then comfortable, or as comfortable as a naked man could get in a practical stranger's (who looked exactly like his live-in) home.

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[info]drsnarkfest
2008-01-17 05:10 am UTC (link)
Greg settled on an old replay of a football game- genuine, World Cup football- as he noticed the awkward way Jack was settling himself in a chair.

"You can relax, you know. One of the benefits of being a doctor- there's nothing there that's going to shock me." He took another drink, sighing.

Deciding he wasn't good enough at this 'smalltalk' thing to sufficiently hold his attention, he turned back to the TV, Jack striking him as the type that could hold a conversation up by himself.

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[info]jumpinjackdent
2008-01-17 05:21 am UTC (link)
"Ah, but I'll loose my allure," Jack pointed out, though he did shift a bit to get a little more comfortable, his thigh more his concern for hiding. One didn't want to share their nifty 'Faggot' scar with their new friends. Not until they had at least had a few drinks first!

"Anyway. So, I'm naked, how about that?" Jack grabbed one of the bottles and opened it, pouring a glass for himself and then sitting back once more, "Does the television help, dear, or is this just a tactic to get out of the tedious and rather boring 'small talk' we have to go through? I am just going to go on the record here and say I'm naked and you look exactly like the man I go to bed with every evening, so I think the ice is not only broken, but the polar ice caps of the relationship have melted and the poor little penguins aren't going to be cold anymore," Jack could not only hold the conversation up, he could move it along, end it, then pick it back up again after a quick commercial break, if need be. It had very much to do with his own need to keep things going and not focused on any one place (or person, mainly himself) for too long, unless it was interesting and others seemed happy to do so.

"Point is, I might not have the headache of hundreds of people thinking naughty thoughts, nor have I been here long, and I certainly did not loose a lovely such as your strat, but I do understand the discomfort of this place just a tiny bit now, and I'd like to say...Well, I've no clue what to say, but I suppose if I had a point, that would be it."

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[info]drsnarkfest
2008-01-17 05:27 am UTC (link)
The rambling, on any other day, would have made House cringe, but somehow focusing on Jack and his discomfort helped to drown out some of the other voices.

"Apparently it's happened before. Ray didn't seem too concerned, until our daughters got hit. They don't seem to mind too much, though; that should probably concern me more than it does," He shrugged, taking another long drink. It was becoming more obvious, the longer he spoke, that he wasn't exactly sober. Apparently 'drugs' were already on the list of failed alternatives to this new form of cognition.

It also helped his leg stop hurting- leg, missing, scarred, Jack's; right. That got a drink all its own.

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[info]jumpinjackdent
2008-01-17 06:06 am UTC (link)
"Did it? Oh, then there is more to come, how wonderful," Jack murmured, taking another sip before smiling a little, ignoring the high that Greg had, or rather not caring. The man had no leg, which was still a knew thing, and a killer headache-give the man what he needed, Jack said! "So, how old are the daughters? And what have they been hit by?"

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[info]drsnarkfest
2008-01-17 06:16 am UTC (link)
"Eighteen, and the naked... thing," He gave Jack a Look, waiting for the appropriate thoughts to connect before nodding. "Yeah, exactly." Taking another drink, he noticed he was coming up empty, raising an eyebrow and holding a hand over his shoulder, flinching just slightly as a whiskey bottle rushed from the bar, toward his head; although it did land safely in his hand. At least something of use was coming out of this.

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[info]jumpinjackdent
2008-01-17 12:40 pm UTC (link)
"Ah," Jack nodded a bit, feeling bad for the poor dears and wincing at the whiskey bottle trick, as nifty as it was, because he hardly wanted to have the man smashing bottles anywhere, "Give a man warning when you are going to do that so I can properly wince, thank you," Jack murmured, shaking his head as he sipped at his own drink, not really moving fast with it, "Well, at least you can be great fun at parties, with that talent. Bottles wizzing everywhere."

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[info]drsnarkfest
2008-01-17 06:03 pm UTC (link)
"I don't try it with other things. Alcohol is important enough to concentrate on," And the fact that he apparently had managed to develop a sort of 'booze sense' from all this managed to get another small smile from him, as he poured another drink.

"I haven't yet tried seeing if it can manipulate people," Which made it obvious by him saying, that Jack was safe. For now. He wouldn't poke around in people's brain and have them know, until he could control it, lest they end up like his stereo, a pile of silicon bits in the corner.

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[info]jumpinjackdent
2008-01-17 07:15 pm UTC (link)
"Well, when you do get around to trying it on people, tell me how it works out," Which was Jack's way of saying 'Thanks for not muddling around in my head, and please don't consider doing it in the future'.

"Oh, this would be far more fun if you were naked too," Jack said after a moment, sort of sighing as he leaned back in the chair, "And minus the ability to explode me with your brain, that would be nice too. Not that I think you want to, but accidents do happen, and I would so hate to be the stain on the carpet a few months down the line. 'Oh that? Yes, that was Jack Dent, a lovely fellow'-as I assume I will be referred to as, post mortem-'who was naked during the great weird plague of 2008, and Greg blew him up with his mind. Yes, it was a shame. We just can't seem to get that spot out...Out, damn spot!' And so on, wringing your hands, or rather, not, as I don't see you as the sort to wring hands so much as shuffle in spot or make faces. Jules doesn't wring his hands, at least. He broods."

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[info]drsnarkfest
2008-01-17 07:36 pm UTC (link)
At the mention of his own nudity, one of Greg's eyebrows quirked, head tilting in a 'you don't fucking say' way at Jack. "Didn't think you were that drunk, mate. We'll see how it goes," He was, of course, joking. Mostly.

"And yeah, I'm much better at drinking my trouble away. Obviously," He raised his glass in a toast for Jack, before knocking half his glass back.

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[info]jumpinjackdent
2008-01-17 08:04 pm UTC (link)
"I am one of the sort who don't need to be drunk to admire a man nude, Greg," Jack shrugged and gave a grin, toasting the man back before taking another sip and setting his drink to the side. Really, Jack wasn't much of a drinker, but when in Rome...And naked...

"So. Since I am naked, I do feel entitled to at least knowing something personal about you. Besides that you don't like sharing, you aren't as chatty as me and you drink your problems away. We've established those things and are moving on."

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[info]drsnarkfest
2008-01-17 08:15 pm UTC (link)
"There's your problem- entitlement is such a... bitchy emotion," Greg sighed, leaning back into the comforting leather of the couch, finishing off his glass and tossing it effortlessly onto the table, watching it spin a few times before settling on a coaster.

Still, the booze was apparently loosening him up enough to share, because his hesitation was only momentary. "I have perfect pitch, have played piano since I was five, and have lived in eleven different countries, to this day." Of course, his idea of 'personal facts' were of the 20Q variety- useless little tidbits of information, party conversation-starters. If he was looking for something more in-depth, he was a few surgeries too late.

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[info]jumpinjackdent
2008-01-17 08:21 pm UTC (link)
"I'm a bitchy man," Jack said simply, still grinning as Greg spoke.

"Eleven? How quaint. A good number. Not a fair dozen, but still rather impressive! Mind, you hardly strike me as the sort who likes to move that much, dear," He left it at that, deciding not to press for personal if the man was going to be so mysterious and secretive about it. Jack was fine with light conversation. He didn't like talking about his past, either. He was just more cheerful in his cover up.

"Now, to perfect pitch-can you sing? Singers always impressed me. An instrument is hard enough to learn, but tuning the human body, damn. I'm blown away."

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[info]drsnarkfest
2008-01-17 08:25 pm UTC (link)
"Marine brat," He left it at that, however, not choosing to elaborate. Jack could probably fill in the details based on his sparkling personality.

"Sing, guitar, saxophone, piano, and for five godawful months, a DJ at a disco." He rolled his shoulder, a light shrug, sighing as he glanced around. "How about you?"

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[info]jumpinjackdent
2008-01-17 08:32 pm UTC (link)
"Ah," And the topic was dropped, Jack trudging on to the more easy topic of music.

"Oh, aren't you delicious? Why, if I didn't already have one at home, Greg," Jack trailed off, picking up his drink to have a sip, "I don't don't do much of anything. Oh, I dance well, I suppose, but that comes from having the body of a a twelce year old Russian gymnast. I can pretend to play guitar, if forced, and I had a very brief brushing with a flute once. I never looked back."

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[info]drsnarkfest
2008-01-17 08:40 pm UTC (link)
"'And this one time, at band camp'?" He wasn't entirely sure Jack would catch the reference; he was sure, however, he didn't care. It amused him, and that was what mattered. He realized he hadn't addressed teh flirting, and deftly backtracked, waving a lazy hand. "Sorry, you're a little late. All letters of devotion or requests for sperm donation go through the little missus, now,"

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[info]jumpinjackdent
2008-01-17 08:48 pm UTC (link)
Jack did catch the referance, as movies were 'his thing', but he ignored it, for he had a dislike for the film quoted and didn't want to encourage any more quotes. He did smile at the comment about the little missues, though, and he shifted a bit with his fidgety excitement.

"Oh, I don't mind being late at all, what with the darling I've waiting at home, but do tell me about Ray, hm? I do recall you asked me what made Jules special when I first spoke to you, after all. What makes Ray special?"

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[info]drsnarkfest
2008-01-17 08:54 pm UTC (link)
Greg managed to smirk, a small thing, scoffing out a breath. "He's a dancer. He... can knot a cherry stem with his tongue." The implications of that- and the mental images that followed, made the smile grow, before settling into a 'thoughtful' sort of line. "He's the one that wouldn't leave, no matter how hard I tried to force him to. Not exactly romance, but it works."

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[info]jumpinjackdent
2008-01-17 09:14 pm UTC (link)
"Admirable," Jack noted at the first part, smiling a little at how awfully sweet Greg looked when thinking of Ray. He did hope Jules looked the same when he spoke of Jack, "And that is romantic to the core, really. It's those who will put up with everything that are the keepers, after all. Imagine how wonderful I think Jules for putting up with me!" Jack beamed for a moment before adding, "I think very highly of him. And of this Ray, if he makes you look like that." He nodded towards the man before finishing his drink and getting himself another.

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[info]drsnarkfest
2008-01-18 12:40 am UTC (link)
Greg's face straightened out once he was called on it, and he shrugged. "It helps that the sex is fantastic, and he's filthy rich." There, that should suck the romance out of Jack smirk.

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[info]jumpinjackdent
2008-01-18 03:15 am UTC (link)
Sadly, to be Jack meant to ignore the attempts of others to rain on his parade, "It's always fantastic when it's someone you love," He felt like sticking out his tongue to spite the man's attempt at being a party pooper but didn't.

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[info]drsnarkfest
2008-01-18 09:53 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, yeah," Greg grumbled, rolling his eyes a little. "Whatever."

"Your turn to share something, Ace."

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[info]jumpinjackdent
2008-01-19 07:37 am UTC (link)
"Well, let's see. Seeing as I'm a tad more open about these things, what is it you'd like to know?" Jack questioned, shrugging his shoulder. He didn't know really what to share, or what the man would care about.

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