The Wind
Genre: AU, smut
Word count: 458
Rating: NC-17
Written for damigella_314 . For her Easter Basket, she asked writers to go AU. "Really AU." So I did.
The sun set and the room grew cold. James Evan Wilson knew that he should close the window to keep out the chill of September, but if he did…
The time was coming.
A half moon lit the sky, grey streamlets of clouds breaking the moon’s light. Wilson paced with anticipation, waiting. And waiting.
And waiting. Why hadn’t it happened?
Soft wind whispered through the open window, and it seemed to swirl around Wilson. Wilson felt the sweetness of surrender sweep over him. He let himself fall on to the bed, eyes closed.
“Yes,” he whispered to the air. “Please, yes.”
The wind became a soft breeze, smelling so wonderfully familiar, it was what he wanted, please, please, now, now…he didn’t dare open his eyes.
The breeze flowed over his naked body, caressing him, causing the hairs on his arms to stand up and his penis to swell. As if it knew what it was doing, the breeze blew gently on his member. Wilson shuddered at the sensation. He knew better than to move. The breeze would go away if he moved. It swirled softly around his cock, pulling but not pulling, sucking but not sucking, the feelings so intense Wilson didn’t think he could stand it. The breeze spread itself across him. Sweetly, softly it caressed his nipples, ruffled his hair, it was as if he was lying in a field on a cool day.
The breeze enveloped him, all around him, then seemed to draw in, concentrated around his cock. Without knowing why he should do it, Wilson opened his legs, bending the knees so that the breeze could shudder over his testicles.
“Oh my god…” Wilson whispered. The breeze resumed its circling around his penis, causing Wilson to gasp and moan. He tried to keep still, but he couldn’t, it was so amazing, so tender and yet so intense.
Holding in his cries, Wilson stiffened and bucked as his orgasm hit, wave after wave of pleasure sweeping over him, the same way as the wind swept over him, gaining strength. He opened his eyes to see the curtains billowing, the lampshade bobbing, and papers flying off the nightstand. The wind engulfed him, he gave himself to the wind-
And then it was gone.
Wilson lay on the bed, feeling exhausted and quietly ecstatic.
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The next day at the hospital cafeteria, House set his tray down across from Wilson. “How are you this morning, Wilson? Did you sleep well?” He was smirking.
“Like a baby. I haven’t been that relaxed…it seems like a long time.”
Chase walked by with his tray, and looked down, puzzled, at the other two doctors. “You two look like you’re up to something,” he said.
House smiled. “Shooting the breeze.”