Charity Case - Later That Night
This is for deelaundry
Genre: smut
Word count: 512
Rating: NC-17
“Oh, oh God, oh yes, oh yeah, oh yeah, strut baby, strut!”
“OW! OUCH! OW! Jesus Christ, House, at least let me sit down!”
“No.” House stopped mid-stroke, fixing Wilson with a bleary-eyed stare. “The way your hips move in those things…oh my god…walk across the room again…oh yeah, yeah…”
“House, Adam’s shoe size is half the size of mine! I’m in pain!” Wilson hobbled painfully across his office, supporting himself by holding on to his desk. “The things I do for you.” Wilson was in his underwear, legs bare, his feet practically folded in half to squeeze into Adam’s bright red high heels.
“I like the pain.” House’s voice was husky with lust. “I like to watch the edges of your feet bulging from where those hot red stilettos gouge into your instep You have great gams.” He continued stroking himself, sliding down lower on Wilson’s couch. “Gimme your leg.”
“You expect me to stand on one foot in these instruments of torture?” Wilson swayed across the room, barely keeping his balance. He collapsed on the couch, relieved that at least some of the agony had lifted. He swung his bare right leg over House’s left leg, making sure to rub House’s groin. House threw back his head on the couch and moaned, shifting his exposed crotch under Wilson’s limb. Then House leaned forward, lifting Wilson’s leg and licking Wilson’s insole. Now that felt good, despite the pain. But Little Jimmy was too preoccupied with the mind-bending suffering to do more than give a faint echo.
“Please,” Wilson tried to whimper in a sexy voice, “Take the shoe off, please.”
“I love it when you beg.” House slid his hand down Wilson’s leg, gently moving his body against Wilson, until he came to the ankle. Then he slowly took off the red shoe. Well, prying it off was a better way to describe it, since Wilson’s foot was firmly wedged into the Red Shoe Of Death. Suddenly the shoe popped off. House held it under his nose and inhaled deeply.
“All these years,’ Wilson gasped, “and I never knew you had a foot fetish.”
“I have a women’s’ high heeled shoe fetish,” House corrected him, licking the side of the shoe. “Oh, this is expensive leather,” he growled. “Move it.”
Wilson lifted his leg back, his foot throbbing, deep red lines cutting into his insole, his toes bright red. House took the red shoe and slid his penis into it. As Wilson watched in disbelief, House fucked the shoe. He came with an explosive gasp, holding the shoe tightly. Then he dropped his head, panting, and let the shoe fall to the ground.
“I’m not doing this again,” Wilson snapped, working the other shoe off his right foot.
There was a knock on the office door.
On aching, unsteady feet, Wilson made his way across his office to the door..
Only to find Foreman standing on the other side. Foreman took in the scene with a glance.
“I see the other shoe dropped,” Foreman said, and gently closed the door. Outside Wilson heard him say, “What the fucking fuck?” to himself.
Genre: smut
Word count: 512
Rating: NC-17
“Oh, oh God, oh yes, oh yeah, oh yeah, strut baby, strut!”
“OW! OUCH! OW! Jesus Christ, House, at least let me sit down!”
“No.” House stopped mid-stroke, fixing Wilson with a bleary-eyed stare. “The way your hips move in those things…oh my god…walk across the room again…oh yeah, yeah…”
“House, Adam’s shoe size is half the size of mine! I’m in pain!” Wilson hobbled painfully across his office, supporting himself by holding on to his desk. “The things I do for you.” Wilson was in his underwear, legs bare, his feet practically folded in half to squeeze into Adam’s bright red high heels.
“I like the pain.” House’s voice was husky with lust. “I like to watch the edges of your feet bulging from where those hot red stilettos gouge into your instep You have great gams.” He continued stroking himself, sliding down lower on Wilson’s couch. “Gimme your leg.”
“You expect me to stand on one foot in these instruments of torture?” Wilson swayed across the room, barely keeping his balance. He collapsed on the couch, relieved that at least some of the agony had lifted. He swung his bare right leg over House’s left leg, making sure to rub House’s groin. House threw back his head on the couch and moaned, shifting his exposed crotch under Wilson’s limb. Then House leaned forward, lifting Wilson’s leg and licking Wilson’s insole. Now that felt good, despite the pain. But Little Jimmy was too preoccupied with the mind-bending suffering to do more than give a faint echo.
“Please,” Wilson tried to whimper in a sexy voice, “Take the shoe off, please.”
“I love it when you beg.” House slid his hand down Wilson’s leg, gently moving his body against Wilson, until he came to the ankle. Then he slowly took off the red shoe. Well, prying it off was a better way to describe it, since Wilson’s foot was firmly wedged into the Red Shoe Of Death. Suddenly the shoe popped off. House held it under his nose and inhaled deeply.
“All these years,’ Wilson gasped, “and I never knew you had a foot fetish.”
“I have a women’s’ high heeled shoe fetish,” House corrected him, licking the side of the shoe. “Oh, this is expensive leather,” he growled. “Move it.”
Wilson lifted his leg back, his foot throbbing, deep red lines cutting into his insole, his toes bright red. House took the red shoe and slid his penis into it. As Wilson watched in disbelief, House fucked the shoe. He came with an explosive gasp, holding the shoe tightly. Then he dropped his head, panting, and let the shoe fall to the ground.
“I’m not doing this again,” Wilson snapped, working the other shoe off his right foot.
There was a knock on the office door.
On aching, unsteady feet, Wilson made his way across his office to the door..
Only to find Foreman standing on the other side. Foreman took in the scene with a glance.
“I see the other shoe dropped,” Foreman said, and gently closed the door. Outside Wilson heard him say, “What the fucking fuck?” to himself.