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Title: A Hot Way too Cool Off
Paring: House/ Wilson
Author: JessieK1119
Rating:NC-17
Word Count: 910
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, that is a responsibility to great for me, I’m lazy.
Summery: Its hot, House is horny, and Wilson is indifferent. How will House get his way. Smut ensues.
A/N: Wow, I actually finished this. This is my first fic, Con crit will be much appreciated.
For get house laid: 007. House/Wilson -- established relationship. There's a heat wave in New Jersey, so somebody has the idea of creatively using ice cubes.
A Hot Way too Cool Off
It was hot. Unbelievably, unbearably hot. For the last week, the temperature hovered around the one-hundred degree mark, and showed no sign of abating. The AC had sub- come to the heat the day before, and despite a day of searching every store in a three state radius, a new one could not be found. The little relief brought by the small fan disappeared, when the thousands of working air- conditioners running at full power, caused a brown out. This left House and Wilson sitting on the couch naked, sweating, and generally miserable. Worse yet, House was bored.
“Let’s have sex.” House whispered into Wilson’s ear.
“Are you crazy? It’s over one hundred degrees; we’ll give ourselves heat stroke.”
“No we won’t. Come on Jimmy, I’m bored and horny.”
“I’m too hot.”
“Come on. We’re all ready naked, might as well have sex.”
“House, I haven‘t moved in over an hour, and I‘m still sweating; sex just seems like too much work.”
“Sex is never too much work. I’ll make it worth your while.”
“You’re finally going to do the dishes.”
“No. That would still be boring. Sex however is not boring.” House leans over and kisses Wilson gently on the neck, nibbling his way up towards his ear. He begins to nip, and suck on the lob. Weaving his hands into Wilson’s hair, House takes Wilson’s mouth with his slowly kissing him. He hears Wilson moan and knows that he may just get his way, if he plays his cards right. “See not as much work as you thought?”
“Fine, but if I have heat stroke, you‘re explaining how it happened.”
“Don‘t worry about heat stroke, I told you, I have an idea. Don’t worry you’ll like it.”
He goes in to the kitchen and comes back with a bowl of ice. “See. No heat stroke.”
House takes out a cube and places it in his mouth, leans over and takes Wilson’s mouth and kisses him. The kiss deepens as both men fight for the ice cube it passes from one mouth to the other until it is gone. Pulling out a few additional pieces, he gently starts to rub the ice over Wilson’s body. He starts at the neck rubbing the ice over the skin. He watches as goose bumps erupt over the skin. Slowly he moves the ice down his torso caressing up and down, making patterns on his skin. As he lazily draws figure eights around Wilson’s nipples, watching at the slowly become erect, Wilson’s soft moans become louder.
“House. Oh, please, more.”
Hearing the low moans coming from his partner, House knows his idea was successful. He leans over starts sucking and nibbling on his nipples. With a small grin, he takes more ice and cups Wilson’s balls. Wilson jumps, “Fuck that’s cold, a little warning would be nice.“ House pulls away, taking another piece of ice and placing it in his mouth; he leans over and takes Wilson’s now hard penis into his mouth.
“Oh god, House!”
“Like that Jimmy?”
“Fuck yes.”
He alternates between sucking and swirling the ice, listening to Wilson’s cries of pleasure. As he picks up the pace, Wilson yells, “Stop. I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
“You want more; turn over.”
Wilson turns over. Taking more ice House traces the ice down his back eliciting
another low moan from the man. He then begins to trace the ice up and down the inside of Wilson's legs. Focusing on the inner thighs, knowing that that is a particularly sensitive spot.House rubs the ice over Wilson’s tight ass purposefully avoiding his anus. House gleefully watches the other man squirm and buck.
“Damn it House, stop teasing.”
House takes the ice and circles his anus and without warning pushes it in.
“Fuck, House.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“God no.”
Grabbing the condom and lube House preps himself and Wilson. Taking his time he slowly enters, thrusting behind the ice cube. The dual sensations add a new dimension. Wilson losses the ability think, to talk, to do anything other than make incoherent sounds, as cold ice rubs over his prostate and House’s cock hits it. Sensing how close Wilson is House slows in order to prolong the sex.
“House don’t stop, for the love of God don’t fucking stop.”
Once again picking up the pace, House, equally aroused by the feeling of the ice
on his cock, leans over, kissing and biting at Wilson’s neck. He takes the ice and rubs it on a sensitive spot behind his ears the gently blows on the spot.
“Oh yes, oh god, pleasedon’tstop.” Wilson yells out in response to the sensations.
“Oh fuck yeah Jimmy.”
With one final thrust, House comes empting himself into the other man. He reaches around giving Wilson’s penis a few quick stokes. With this Wilson comes, and collapses on the bed. Rolling over, House pulls out, laying next to Wilson.
“So what did you think of my idea?” House asks Wilson.
“Well I’m still hot, but at least I no longer care.”