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prompt #130. House/Cameron -- bathroom!sex (but be creative, the hospital is banned!)
Title: Journal Entry - a dream
Author: Highlander II
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 703
Disclaimer: Not mine, David Shore, Fox, etc. etc.
Summary: House gets Cameron into the Mile High Club.
******
I wish I could get him out of my head, but for reasons I have yet to be able to explain, he just won't leave. I've tried everything short of leaving Princeton, but nothing's worked.
Case in point: I watched a movie, read my book, had a shower, then went to bed, expecting dreams of the movie and book in a weird mesh, like usual, but instead, I got this:
I'm waiting on his doorstep, leaning casually against the doorjamb, watching the empty hallway. Nothing. More waiting. More nothing.
"House, we're going to be late," I call and receive an annoyed grunt in response. I don't know what his problem is, I'm the one paying for the cab that's waiting outside for us.
When he finally emerges from his cave, he's wheeling a suitcase behind him. Apparently he just finished packing. Then he's shoving me out the door. If this is how the week's going to go, this conference might be a long one.
On the plane, he keeps 'accidentally' brushing my arm or touching me. Honestly, I don't mind, I like when he touches me, but I want so much more from him.
The next thing I know, I'm meeting him in the lavatory on the plane and I'm on my knees on a layer of paper towels. My hands are on his knees and his cock is laid out in front of me.
I bite my lip waiting for his nod that it's okay to take him. I curl my fingers around his shaft and stroke him softly. His hips jerk insistently, reminding me of the need for less foreplay and more action. I take him into my mouth, licking him, tasting him, wanting him to do more. I feel his hips jerk again and I press my hands to his thighs, opening my mouth to let him do as he will. His hands grip my hair and he fucks my mouth ruthlessly. I love every moment of it. Every moment of him being in control, telling me what to do. I get off on it and he likes playing to that.
The only drawback is that I can't get myself off and I am so fucking horny right now. This is the hottest thing we've ever done and I couldn't care less about the conference we're going to.
He comes in my throat, hard and fast and satisfied and I drink him down like always. (Can't leave evidence behind.) I spend a minute or two licking him clean. I love doing this to him - making him crazy, getting him off, helping him lose control for just a moment. It relaxes him more than he lets on and gets me all worked up so he can toy with me.
"Mmmm, good girl. Now get up." He nudges me, insistent. Despite his approval, I guess it's time to go.
How we manage not to get caught is anybody's guess, but that's House for ya - always skirting the line.
Back in our seats, he's got his hands down my pants in an attempt to reciprocate. Even he's not that much of an exhibitionist, so there's a blanket draped over us. His long, slender fingers are probing my warm, slick body while his teeth work at the pulsepoint of my throat. I love it when he touches me.
And damn, if he doesn't have me teetering on the edge of climax in short order. He's an evil bastard for holding me there.
"House," I whisper and can feel the strain in my voice.
His face sports a sly grin. "You're going to have to wait."
"Wha-? Why?"
The pilot announces the landing approach over the P.A. system. -Dammit.
"No time." He withdraws his hand and slides his coated fingers, one at a time, into my mouth. I suck his fingers gently and lift pleading eyes to him. This is so not fair.
He gives me another grin and presses his index finger against my lips as he speaks. "Hold that thought. It may be entertained after we check in."
That makes me smile. He loves to make me beg and I rather enjoy his methods.
That's when I woke up. Damned dreams.
Title: Journal Entry - a dream
Author: Highlander II
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 703
Disclaimer: Not mine, David Shore, Fox, etc. etc.
Summary: House gets Cameron into the Mile High Club.
******
I wish I could get him out of my head, but for reasons I have yet to be able to explain, he just won't leave. I've tried everything short of leaving Princeton, but nothing's worked.
Case in point: I watched a movie, read my book, had a shower, then went to bed, expecting dreams of the movie and book in a weird mesh, like usual, but instead, I got this:
I'm waiting on his doorstep, leaning casually against the doorjamb, watching the empty hallway. Nothing. More waiting. More nothing.
"House, we're going to be late," I call and receive an annoyed grunt in response. I don't know what his problem is, I'm the one paying for the cab that's waiting outside for us.
When he finally emerges from his cave, he's wheeling a suitcase behind him. Apparently he just finished packing. Then he's shoving me out the door. If this is how the week's going to go, this conference might be a long one.
On the plane, he keeps 'accidentally' brushing my arm or touching me. Honestly, I don't mind, I like when he touches me, but I want so much more from him.
The next thing I know, I'm meeting him in the lavatory on the plane and I'm on my knees on a layer of paper towels. My hands are on his knees and his cock is laid out in front of me.
I bite my lip waiting for his nod that it's okay to take him. I curl my fingers around his shaft and stroke him softly. His hips jerk insistently, reminding me of the need for less foreplay and more action. I take him into my mouth, licking him, tasting him, wanting him to do more. I feel his hips jerk again and I press my hands to his thighs, opening my mouth to let him do as he will. His hands grip my hair and he fucks my mouth ruthlessly. I love every moment of it. Every moment of him being in control, telling me what to do. I get off on it and he likes playing to that.
The only drawback is that I can't get myself off and I am so fucking horny right now. This is the hottest thing we've ever done and I couldn't care less about the conference we're going to.
He comes in my throat, hard and fast and satisfied and I drink him down like always. (Can't leave evidence behind.) I spend a minute or two licking him clean. I love doing this to him - making him crazy, getting him off, helping him lose control for just a moment. It relaxes him more than he lets on and gets me all worked up so he can toy with me.
"Mmmm, good girl. Now get up." He nudges me, insistent. Despite his approval, I guess it's time to go.
How we manage not to get caught is anybody's guess, but that's House for ya - always skirting the line.
Back in our seats, he's got his hands down my pants in an attempt to reciprocate. Even he's not that much of an exhibitionist, so there's a blanket draped over us. His long, slender fingers are probing my warm, slick body while his teeth work at the pulsepoint of my throat. I love it when he touches me.
And damn, if he doesn't have me teetering on the edge of climax in short order. He's an evil bastard for holding me there.
"House," I whisper and can feel the strain in my voice.
His face sports a sly grin. "You're going to have to wait."
"Wha-? Why?"
The pilot announces the landing approach over the P.A. system. -Dammit.
"No time." He withdraws his hand and slides his coated fingers, one at a time, into my mouth. I suck his fingers gently and lift pleading eyes to him. This is so not fair.
He gives me another grin and presses his index finger against my lips as he speaks. "Hold that thought. It may be entertained after we check in."
That makes me smile. He loves to make me beg and I rather enjoy his methods.
That's when I woke up. Damned dreams.