Kink Bingo - October Challenge - Pick One Kink - House
Title: Evolution
Fandom: House
Prompt: Kink Bingo October Challenge - Pick One Kink (begging)
Warnings: m/m, angst, semi-partner betrayal, pain, kink, no beta
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: House/Wilson
Summary: 5 Times House Begged and One Time He Said Please
Disclaimer: blahblahblah not mine blahblahblah ya'll know the drill blahblahblah nobody reads this anyways blahblahblah
Wordcount: ~4k
AN: This is my first attempt at Kink Bingo, my first attempt at slash sex, and my first attempt at a 5 times fic. I'm not so very certain that I did the prompt WELL, but I did the prompt, and each section is over 500 words, so since I wrote this in about four hours today, I'm going to call that even.
Also, I don't have a beta, I've never had a beta, I really will eventually get a beta. That said, if I did something stupid, please point it out to me, cause it totally does happen.
1.
It was the Tuesday before Halloween, which meant that House was hiding from Cuddy. Wilson stuck his head into coma guy’s room and noted the chip crumbs on the bedspread and the evil villain mustache drawn on poor coma guy’s face in permanent marker. There might as well have been a neon sign saying “HOUSE WAS HERE.” Unfortunately, there was no House currently.
He checked the cafeteria, on the off chance that House had found someone else to steal food from, but the cashier said she hadn’t seen him. She emphasized to him so firmly that she hadn’t seen him, didn’t want to see him, and would be glad to never see him again, that he was still laughing when he made it back up to his floor. He glanced in Diagnostics as he passed on the off chance that House decided that hiding in plain sight was the mode du jour. No dice, although Cameron was there, dressed as a princess, arguing with vampire Chase, who kept biting his own tongue from the looks of the grimace on his face.
He was just about to turn around when he noticed one of the nurses trying frantically to get his attention. She was dressed as a fairy and when she shook her wand in the direction of his office, she rained glitter all over the carpet. He nodded to her and snuck over to his office door. Through the door, he heard House start to say something, then Cuddy’s strident tones cut through loud enough to be clearly understood.
“But nothing, House. You still owe me twenty clinic hours this month, and there’s only two days left in it! And you owe me hours. Not Cameron. Not Chase. Hell, not even Foreman. You. And for every hour you still owe me on Friday, I’m moving your parking space back a row.”
Wilson winced and decided that was his cue. Bracing himself, he opened the door and leaned in, trying to look charming. From the look House threw him, he suspected he had landed more in the vicinity of putz, but he could work with that. Cuddy was dressed as a witch, and if after last year she hadn’t learned her lesson, then she deserved whatever comments House had made.
“House. Lisa. May I? Because if you’re busy, I can come back later,” he directed that mostly at House, gesturing around his own office. Most people, Cuddy included, totally missed his sarcasm, and now was no exception. How they thought he’d survived friendship with House without being able to sling back was anybody’s guess.
“We’re done here,” Cuddy said firmly, “Twenty hours. Not Cameron, Chase or Foreman. By Friday.”
“Wilson, save me! The Wicked Witch is trying to take my ruby Gameboy!” House looked up at him through his eyelashes and grinned jokingly. Cuddy sighed and threw a pitying glance his way as she passed him in the doorway before storming out. “Watch for falling houses!” House called after her, loud enough for most of the floor to hear. Possibly even the Lobby. With her gone, he turned back to Wilson, and rolled his eyes, “Can you believe her? She must be PMSing if she’s resorting to threats this early in the day.”
Wilson ignored the grousing and shut the door, moving to lean against his desk, “Twenty hours, huh? What are you going to do?”
He was surprised when House looked up at him through his lashes again. “Wilson, save me. She’s gonna move my parking place!” House pouted, shoving lips shiny with the remains of his latest stolen Halloween candy out until they glinted in the bad fluorescent lighting.
Wilson felt his cock wake up and take interest. Shit, they were at work… And that sounded stupid even in his head. This was House. “So do the clinic hours,” he shrugged, but he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off those shiny lips.
House, in a totally shocking move, slid off his chair and onto his knees. “I’ll blow you if you’ll take ten clinic hours.”
Wilson’s whole body jerked at that, staring down in horror as House blew a hot licorice scented breath along the zipper of his pants, “Fuck.”
“If you do all twenty, sure. Cuddy really should know not to leave me loopholes.” House was staring intently at the ever growing bulge in front of his nose.
Taking a deep breath, Wilson grabbed tried valiantly to get enough blood in his brain, “Why should I do any? They’re your clinic hours.”
“I’ll blow you,” House repeated, looking smug.
Wilson grinned, “You already do.”
House thought about that for a moment, “I’ll blow you now.”
Wilson groaned as that thought burned its way from brain to cock. “Not a good idea.”
“Stick in the mud. Ten clinic hours, going once.”
“Five for the blowjob, and I get to fuck you with the lights on when we get home for the other five.” Wilson gasped as House nuzzled his cock through his pants.
“Five for the blowjob, and ten for the lights,” he said finally as he reached for the zipper on Wilson’s pants.
Wilson grabbed his chin just as his cock was freed from his boxers, “Five each, or I go out on the balcony until you leave.” He watched House’s eyes lock on his cock, watched that candy streaked tongue slip out and wet suddenly dry lips.
“Deal.”
2.
“I want Thai tonight.” House was bouncing a ball against the wall right next to Wilson’s head as he made that announcement. It was Saturday, and neither of them had been called in, so Wilson was trying to get caught up on his reading. There had been some interesting articles published on potential new cancer treatments that he wanted to go over.
“That’s nice. I’ll take Pad Thai,” he made a note of a reference he wanted to double check and went back to reading.
House gave a theatrical sigh and bounced the ball off the journal Wilson was currently reading and into his lap. “I want Thai. Take me out.”
“House, despite popular belief, you are a grown man. I’ve got six more journals to go through.” He picked the ball up and threw it down the hallway toward the bedroom without losing his place.
“Wilsooooon…” House put on his most obnoxious pitch and dragged the name out as long as he could.
“House...” Wilson jumped in surprise as House was suddenly there, not on the couch as he’d been a minute ago, but right there in front of him, carefully lowering himself to straddle Wilson’s lap.
“Wilson, take me out for Thai.” House’s voice was soft and hoarse, and he tucked his forehead against Wilson’s shoulder when he tried to catch a glimpse of the expression in those blue eyes. “I want to go out with you. And spend your money.”
There was a soft pleading note hidden deep beneath the usual sarcastic banter, and Wilson shifted as his body took a very firm interest in the body pressed against it. “Out. As in a restaurant. As in a public place?” He winced as the last bit came out as more of a question than he’d intended.
House lowered himself more until Wilson was very aware that House as just as hard as he was, “Take me out to dinner, Wilson.” He lined their cocks up behind the firm line of their zippers and rubbed slightly, “I want to go out to dinner. Take me out to dinner.”
“Oh god. House…” Wilson grabbed his hips just to have something to hold on to, watching as his journals tumbled to the floor and really, really not caring. “I wanted to stay in tonight,” he gasped, thrusting up reflexively.
House didn’t answer, just started moving in a rhythm he’d probably be paying for later when his leg wasn’t outvoted by his dick. He latched on to Wilson’s lobe and nibbled, his breath making warm and slightly ticklish puffs against the flushed ear. “I want Thai.” House turned his head and caught Wilson’s mouth in a sloppy kiss, their rhythm slowly gathering steam. Way too slowly for Wilson’s tastes right then, and as House breathed a pleading, “I’ll pay,” into the kiss, Wilson used his grip on the older man’s hips to thrust up hard and fast. An embarrassingly short time later, he muffled a shout in House’s neck as he came.
When he regained enough muscle control to lift his head, he found House looking debauched, but oddly anxious. He dropped a quick kiss on his lover’s lips and smiled, “You’re paying.”
House glared, but it didn’t hide the flash of relief or pleasure that lit up his eyes, “I was under duress.”
“You’re paying.” Wilson helped him stand up so they could both go get cleaned up.
With a put upon sigh, House limped toward the bedroom, “Fine.”
3.
He hated the holidays. It had been three weeks since he and House had seen each other for more than an exhausted grope or a quick kiss goodbye. The clinic was clogged with patients with the flu or other charming winter afflictions, the ER was swamped with accidents caused by the heavy ice and idiots who’d rather gripe about their families on the phone than pay attention to the road, and House had had a record eleven patients. Cuddy was beside herself with joy that the Diagnostic unit was actually doing work, specifically House, since the ducklings had been run ragged helping out the other understaffed departments.
She’d been so happy, in fact, that she’d kicked them both out of the hospital shortly after lunch. She’d said something about an investor tour and not wanting House within a million miles of the place, but Wilson hadn’t really been listening. He’d grabbed his coat and been herding House out the door before she’d even finished.
Now, as they tumbled onto the bed, he stared down into needy blue eyes and forgot everything else. “You look…” he shook his head, there were no words.
“Need you. Hurry.” House tugged frantically at Wilson’s shirt, not bothering with the buttons, but trying to shove it and his undershirt up and off. His tie was long gone, in fact he was pretty sure it hadn’t made it into the apartment.
Something in House’s voice slid like warm oil down Wilson’s spine, and he found himself shaking his head, a dark smile stretching his lips, “No rush. I want to take my time. Play with you a little.”
House threw his head back and groaned, all the muscles in his neck standing out so that Wilson just had to lean down and nip one, tasting the salt and pure House flavor. “Fuck, Wilson. Fuck me. Hard, fast. Need it. Can’t wait.” Hands fumbled to get both of their pants off, and Wilson found himself catching at them, holding them gently, but firmly as House shook underneath him.
“You want me that bad?” House nodded vigorously, his eyes shut tight. “How bad?” his voice was dark with something he wasn’t quite sure he understood.
“Oh god.” House writhed and twisted underneath him, but didn’t once try to free his hands. Somewhere, deep down where Wilson never had the courage to look, he knew what this was, even if he’d never admit that it turned him on.
“Tell me.” He leaned down and bit one of House’s nipples.
“FUCK! I need it. I need it so damned bad I feel like I’m going to come apart if you don’t put your damned cock in me. I need it so deep I can fucking taste it tomorrow. I need it so hard that I’ll still be feeling it next month.” House was gasping, his hips bucking raggedly, but he still refused to open his eyes.
Wilson let go of the other man’s hands and helped him get their pants off, stoking both the revealed cocks teasingly until House whined. “If you want me so bad, get the lube.” He watched, some kind of twisted amusement leaking up, as House scrambled to pull himself up the bed and get to the bedside table without rolling or dislodging Wilson. As a reward, Wilson leaned down and kissed the shiny head of House’s cock just as House got a grip on the lube. Cursing when he almost dropped it, House’s whole body seemed to undulate toward that single point of contact.
“Fucking hurry.” House gasped as he shoved the lube in Wilson’s general direction.
Wilson slicked his cock and then shifted to lay behind House, making sure that the leg was positioned so that it didn’t start cramping right in the middle of things. He stroked a slick finger over House’s hole, groaning when the muscles spasmed like they were trying to suck him in. “You really need it, huh?”
House tried to shove himself back against that finger, and growled when it simply moved with him. “Yes, I fucking need it. How many times do I have to say it? I need you to stick your hard fucking cock in my ass and pound me with it until I can’t see straight. If you don’t do it damned soon, I’m going to…” he trailed off on a strangled noise as Wilson lined the head of his cock up against that desperately spasming pucker.
“You’ll what?” he rubbed once, twice, “Come on, House, tell me. You’ll what?” House whined incoherently and he gave a low chuckle that would have sent every nurse at PPTH running. “I don’t think you’ll do anything. I think you’re too desperate for this…” he whispered in House’s ear as he pressed inward, wedging just the very tip of the head in place.
“Yesyesyes… no! More. Don’t stop!” House jerked violently backwards and Wilson almost lost the connection. The desperation in his lover sent waves of arousal pulsing through him and he almost gave in. Instead, he nipped House’s shoulder in reproach. House shuddered and panted, throwing his head back to rest on Wilson’s arm, “More…”
Baring his teeth, Wilson pushed. House let out a low groan that ended in a hiss as the wide flare of the head popped in. “Like that?”
Stubble scraped his arm as House shook his head, “More. Need it all. Hard. Come on. Come on! Need…” Wilson’s hips jerked involuntarily as House turned his head and looked up at him. The darkness of the room made it impossible to get a good look at those blue eyes, but he was glad of that for the moment because the intensity of that look even muted burned straight to his cock. House shouted triumphantly as Wilson pounded into him, and the hot muscles convulsing, clutching around his cock broke the last of his control.
They moved together fast and hard, and House just kept chanting ‘More’ under his breath. Finally, Wilson grabbed House’s neglected erection in a vicious grip, barely managing a single hard yank before House howled completion and Wilson let himself fall over the edge.
4.
“Give them back.”
Wilson looked up from his reading as House stormed in. Today was not a good day, he could tell. His lover was already sweating and pale, and he looked unsteady enough that the leg must be about to give out any second.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about House,” he said, setting his book aside and getting to his feet.
House scoffed, “My pills. The ones I hid behind the headboard. Give them back.”
Now Wilson was alarmed, “You’re out already? House, how many have you been taking?”
“None of your business, now give them the fuck back!” Wilson gasped as House threw a wild punch and the pressure was too much for his leg. House toppled forward and took Wilson down with him. “…give them back…”
“House, I don’t have them. Where else do you have some hidden?” He helped House up on to the couch and checked behind the books on the bookshelf, but came up dry.
House curled in on himself, gripping his leg so hard his fingers turned white, “Kitchen, behind the vanilla extract.”
“Are you sure?” Wilson called back, checking each shelf in each cabinet as quickly as possible, becoming more frantic as he went, “House, there’s nothing here.”
“Liar! Give them back. Give them to me.” House tried to struggle to his feet and ended up crashing to the floor.
“Shit, House, stop!” Wilson hurried to him and knelt down, hauling the leg into his lap and beginning to massage the writhing muscles.
“No! No! Give them to me! I’ll be good, Wilson. Just make it stop!”
Strong hands clutched at his arm, and as he looked up into those half mad eyes, he was horrified to realize he was getting hard. House was sweating, hurting, practically out of his mind with pain, and he was getting aroused? What was wrong with him? Wilson shifted House’s leg to one side, but House grabbed at him, shifting until his hip rubbed firmly against Wilson’s erection. It felt good, and the thought made Wilson want to be violently ill. “House, let me get a sedative.”
“Already took one. It’s not helping. Hurts so damned bad. Make it stop!” House writhed, throwing one arm up over his face, and Wilson bit back a groan as he got even harder.
“You just have to wait for it to kick in. Just hang in there for a little bit longer.” Telling his twisted libido to eat shit and die, Wilson focused on massaging the knots of overworked muscle as best he could until the sedative kicked in. House alternated between cursing and pleading with him to make it stop. Finally, an uncounted eternity later, House’s pleas began to slur and the muscle under his hands slowly calmed to just occasional twitches. Wilson hauled a semi-conscious House onto the couch again, and then stroked his hair until he fell asleep. Once House was breathing quietly, Wilson walked into the bathroom, turned the shower on full and stood, fully clothed, under the icy water, hoping it would get rid of his disgusting urges as easily as it got rid of his erection.
5+1
“Fuck you, Wilson. Poor Saint Wilson has to be called in to deal with House again. Poor Saint Wilson, maybe that’s why all his marriages failed.” House spat virulently at the couch where Wilson slumped, exhausted, “Little do they know, huh? Just think of how shocked they’d be if they knew the truth. Poor Saint Wilson gives it up the ass to Big Bad House. Maybe I should take out an ad in the Gazette. How would you like that?”
“Jesus, House, is that what this is all about?” he sighed tiredly, covering his face with his hands, “You want me to put up fliers in the Oncology ward?”
“I’d settle for you telling Cuddy! But no, that might sully Saint Wilson’s reputation too much. Those pretty nurses might stop asking you to dinner. Well they can fucking have you.” Snatching up Wilson’s jacket, he flung it onto the couch.
Watching the contents of his pocket go dribbling out onto the floor, including the condom he’d been hoping to put to good use tonight, Wilson felt something snap, “My nurses, huh? Well what about your goddamned hookers, House? Did you really think I wouldn’t notice your oh so discreet little call when I got home? I’ve been out of town for three days. Three. You can’t keep it in your pants for three fucking days?”
House flinched, “The damned convention is only two days, and you were going to stay over the weekend.”
“Because Cuddy asked me to give some lectures at the school! It’s not like I was over there having a quick weekend with some bored housewife off Ashley Madison!” Wilson was on his feet, stuffing condom and keys back in his coat pocket before his brain caught up with him.
“You weren’t supposed to be home!” House shouted.
“And that makes it okay?” Wilson shouted back, rolling his eyes, “Fuck you, House. I caught a redeye so that I could come home to you because I didn’t want to spend all weekend thinking about that argument.” Wilson was whispering now, all his energy expended leaving only sad resignation. “And then I walk through the damned door to find that apparently you were more than happy to pick right up where it left off. What would you have done if I hadn’t come home? Fucked the hooker and then gloated about it when I got off the plane on Tuesday?” House wouldn’t meet his eye, and that was enough of an answer. “Then I guess you’re right, House. The nurses can fucking have me.” Turning, Wilson walked toward the door, his whole body on the verge of staging a coup and refusing to leave.
“…wait.”
Without looking back, Wilson shook his head. “There’s nothing more to say, House. Trust me, after three divorces, I know.”
“What do you want?” House snapped, “Do you want me to beg? You think I don’t know how much you like it when I beg. Is that what you want, Jimmy? Want me to get down on my knees and beg and plead with you so you won’t go? Want me to promise you to never look at anyone again, and whimper and whine till you let me suck your cock again?” House was right behind him now, but Wilson refused to turn, and he stepped up to whisper in his ear, “Want me to cry for you, like when my leg was cramping? You think I didn’t notice how hard you got? Want me to hold onto your leg and promise you anything so you can get your rocks off?”
Wilson’s stomach turned in revulsion as House’s words made him start to get hard. “No.”
“Don’t lie to me, Jimmy.” One artistic hand snuck around to stroke at the front of Wilson’s pants.
“NO!” Wilson shoved him away violently and rushed to the door. Leaning against it, he tried to calm the shaking enough to get to his car. Behind him there was nothing but silence. When he thought he was calm enough to make it out the door without breaking down, he turned the knob.
He had one foot out the door when he heard a thump and House called his name in a tone that Wilson had never heard before, “Wilson, wait.”
He couldn’t stop himself from looking back, and he froze. House was on his knees in the middle of the living room, hands clasped in front of him. He only noticed that peripherally, though, because House’s face… House’s face was beautiful. His mouth was tight with anxiety, but his eyes were shining. Wilson looked at those eyes and what he saw there soothed his very soul. House understood. House knew how deep his darkness went and he was okay with it. More than that, House had darkness to match.
The look in those eyes went straight to Wilson’s cock, and for the first time, he allowed himself to revel in it. He turned and was just shutting the door behind him when, in a voice that seemed ripped from his very core, House whispered, “Please.”
Fandom: House
Prompt: Kink Bingo October Challenge - Pick One Kink (begging)
Warnings: m/m, angst, semi-partner betrayal, pain, kink, no beta
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: House/Wilson
Summary: 5 Times House Begged and One Time He Said Please
Disclaimer: blahblahblah not mine blahblahblah ya'll know the drill blahblahblah nobody reads this anyways blahblahblah
Wordcount: ~4k
AN: This is my first attempt at Kink Bingo, my first attempt at slash sex, and my first attempt at a 5 times fic. I'm not so very certain that I did the prompt WELL, but I did the prompt, and each section is over 500 words, so since I wrote this in about four hours today, I'm going to call that even.
Also, I don't have a beta, I've never had a beta, I really will eventually get a beta. That said, if I did something stupid, please point it out to me, cause it totally does happen.
1.
It was the Tuesday before Halloween, which meant that House was hiding from Cuddy. Wilson stuck his head into coma guy’s room and noted the chip crumbs on the bedspread and the evil villain mustache drawn on poor coma guy’s face in permanent marker. There might as well have been a neon sign saying “HOUSE WAS HERE.” Unfortunately, there was no House currently.
He checked the cafeteria, on the off chance that House had found someone else to steal food from, but the cashier said she hadn’t seen him. She emphasized to him so firmly that she hadn’t seen him, didn’t want to see him, and would be glad to never see him again, that he was still laughing when he made it back up to his floor. He glanced in Diagnostics as he passed on the off chance that House decided that hiding in plain sight was the mode du jour. No dice, although Cameron was there, dressed as a princess, arguing with vampire Chase, who kept biting his own tongue from the looks of the grimace on his face.
He was just about to turn around when he noticed one of the nurses trying frantically to get his attention. She was dressed as a fairy and when she shook her wand in the direction of his office, she rained glitter all over the carpet. He nodded to her and snuck over to his office door. Through the door, he heard House start to say something, then Cuddy’s strident tones cut through loud enough to be clearly understood.
“But nothing, House. You still owe me twenty clinic hours this month, and there’s only two days left in it! And you owe me hours. Not Cameron. Not Chase. Hell, not even Foreman. You. And for every hour you still owe me on Friday, I’m moving your parking space back a row.”
Wilson winced and decided that was his cue. Bracing himself, he opened the door and leaned in, trying to look charming. From the look House threw him, he suspected he had landed more in the vicinity of putz, but he could work with that. Cuddy was dressed as a witch, and if after last year she hadn’t learned her lesson, then she deserved whatever comments House had made.
“House. Lisa. May I? Because if you’re busy, I can come back later,” he directed that mostly at House, gesturing around his own office. Most people, Cuddy included, totally missed his sarcasm, and now was no exception. How they thought he’d survived friendship with House without being able to sling back was anybody’s guess.
“We’re done here,” Cuddy said firmly, “Twenty hours. Not Cameron, Chase or Foreman. By Friday.”
“Wilson, save me! The Wicked Witch is trying to take my ruby Gameboy!” House looked up at him through his eyelashes and grinned jokingly. Cuddy sighed and threw a pitying glance his way as she passed him in the doorway before storming out. “Watch for falling houses!” House called after her, loud enough for most of the floor to hear. Possibly even the Lobby. With her gone, he turned back to Wilson, and rolled his eyes, “Can you believe her? She must be PMSing if she’s resorting to threats this early in the day.”
Wilson ignored the grousing and shut the door, moving to lean against his desk, “Twenty hours, huh? What are you going to do?”
He was surprised when House looked up at him through his lashes again. “Wilson, save me. She’s gonna move my parking place!” House pouted, shoving lips shiny with the remains of his latest stolen Halloween candy out until they glinted in the bad fluorescent lighting.
Wilson felt his cock wake up and take interest. Shit, they were at work… And that sounded stupid even in his head. This was House. “So do the clinic hours,” he shrugged, but he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off those shiny lips.
House, in a totally shocking move, slid off his chair and onto his knees. “I’ll blow you if you’ll take ten clinic hours.”
Wilson’s whole body jerked at that, staring down in horror as House blew a hot licorice scented breath along the zipper of his pants, “Fuck.”
“If you do all twenty, sure. Cuddy really should know not to leave me loopholes.” House was staring intently at the ever growing bulge in front of his nose.
Taking a deep breath, Wilson grabbed tried valiantly to get enough blood in his brain, “Why should I do any? They’re your clinic hours.”
“I’ll blow you,” House repeated, looking smug.
Wilson grinned, “You already do.”
House thought about that for a moment, “I’ll blow you now.”
Wilson groaned as that thought burned its way from brain to cock. “Not a good idea.”
“Stick in the mud. Ten clinic hours, going once.”
“Five for the blowjob, and I get to fuck you with the lights on when we get home for the other five.” Wilson gasped as House nuzzled his cock through his pants.
“Five for the blowjob, and ten for the lights,” he said finally as he reached for the zipper on Wilson’s pants.
Wilson grabbed his chin just as his cock was freed from his boxers, “Five each, or I go out on the balcony until you leave.” He watched House’s eyes lock on his cock, watched that candy streaked tongue slip out and wet suddenly dry lips.
“Deal.”
2.
“I want Thai tonight.” House was bouncing a ball against the wall right next to Wilson’s head as he made that announcement. It was Saturday, and neither of them had been called in, so Wilson was trying to get caught up on his reading. There had been some interesting articles published on potential new cancer treatments that he wanted to go over.
“That’s nice. I’ll take Pad Thai,” he made a note of a reference he wanted to double check and went back to reading.
House gave a theatrical sigh and bounced the ball off the journal Wilson was currently reading and into his lap. “I want Thai. Take me out.”
“House, despite popular belief, you are a grown man. I’ve got six more journals to go through.” He picked the ball up and threw it down the hallway toward the bedroom without losing his place.
“Wilsooooon…” House put on his most obnoxious pitch and dragged the name out as long as he could.
“House...” Wilson jumped in surprise as House was suddenly there, not on the couch as he’d been a minute ago, but right there in front of him, carefully lowering himself to straddle Wilson’s lap.
“Wilson, take me out for Thai.” House’s voice was soft and hoarse, and he tucked his forehead against Wilson’s shoulder when he tried to catch a glimpse of the expression in those blue eyes. “I want to go out with you. And spend your money.”
There was a soft pleading note hidden deep beneath the usual sarcastic banter, and Wilson shifted as his body took a very firm interest in the body pressed against it. “Out. As in a restaurant. As in a public place?” He winced as the last bit came out as more of a question than he’d intended.
House lowered himself more until Wilson was very aware that House as just as hard as he was, “Take me out to dinner, Wilson.” He lined their cocks up behind the firm line of their zippers and rubbed slightly, “I want to go out to dinner. Take me out to dinner.”
“Oh god. House…” Wilson grabbed his hips just to have something to hold on to, watching as his journals tumbled to the floor and really, really not caring. “I wanted to stay in tonight,” he gasped, thrusting up reflexively.
House didn’t answer, just started moving in a rhythm he’d probably be paying for later when his leg wasn’t outvoted by his dick. He latched on to Wilson’s lobe and nibbled, his breath making warm and slightly ticklish puffs against the flushed ear. “I want Thai.” House turned his head and caught Wilson’s mouth in a sloppy kiss, their rhythm slowly gathering steam. Way too slowly for Wilson’s tastes right then, and as House breathed a pleading, “I’ll pay,” into the kiss, Wilson used his grip on the older man’s hips to thrust up hard and fast. An embarrassingly short time later, he muffled a shout in House’s neck as he came.
When he regained enough muscle control to lift his head, he found House looking debauched, but oddly anxious. He dropped a quick kiss on his lover’s lips and smiled, “You’re paying.”
House glared, but it didn’t hide the flash of relief or pleasure that lit up his eyes, “I was under duress.”
“You’re paying.” Wilson helped him stand up so they could both go get cleaned up.
With a put upon sigh, House limped toward the bedroom, “Fine.”
3.
He hated the holidays. It had been three weeks since he and House had seen each other for more than an exhausted grope or a quick kiss goodbye. The clinic was clogged with patients with the flu or other charming winter afflictions, the ER was swamped with accidents caused by the heavy ice and idiots who’d rather gripe about their families on the phone than pay attention to the road, and House had had a record eleven patients. Cuddy was beside herself with joy that the Diagnostic unit was actually doing work, specifically House, since the ducklings had been run ragged helping out the other understaffed departments.
She’d been so happy, in fact, that she’d kicked them both out of the hospital shortly after lunch. She’d said something about an investor tour and not wanting House within a million miles of the place, but Wilson hadn’t really been listening. He’d grabbed his coat and been herding House out the door before she’d even finished.
Now, as they tumbled onto the bed, he stared down into needy blue eyes and forgot everything else. “You look…” he shook his head, there were no words.
“Need you. Hurry.” House tugged frantically at Wilson’s shirt, not bothering with the buttons, but trying to shove it and his undershirt up and off. His tie was long gone, in fact he was pretty sure it hadn’t made it into the apartment.
Something in House’s voice slid like warm oil down Wilson’s spine, and he found himself shaking his head, a dark smile stretching his lips, “No rush. I want to take my time. Play with you a little.”
House threw his head back and groaned, all the muscles in his neck standing out so that Wilson just had to lean down and nip one, tasting the salt and pure House flavor. “Fuck, Wilson. Fuck me. Hard, fast. Need it. Can’t wait.” Hands fumbled to get both of their pants off, and Wilson found himself catching at them, holding them gently, but firmly as House shook underneath him.
“You want me that bad?” House nodded vigorously, his eyes shut tight. “How bad?” his voice was dark with something he wasn’t quite sure he understood.
“Oh god.” House writhed and twisted underneath him, but didn’t once try to free his hands. Somewhere, deep down where Wilson never had the courage to look, he knew what this was, even if he’d never admit that it turned him on.
“Tell me.” He leaned down and bit one of House’s nipples.
“FUCK! I need it. I need it so damned bad I feel like I’m going to come apart if you don’t put your damned cock in me. I need it so deep I can fucking taste it tomorrow. I need it so hard that I’ll still be feeling it next month.” House was gasping, his hips bucking raggedly, but he still refused to open his eyes.
Wilson let go of the other man’s hands and helped him get their pants off, stoking both the revealed cocks teasingly until House whined. “If you want me so bad, get the lube.” He watched, some kind of twisted amusement leaking up, as House scrambled to pull himself up the bed and get to the bedside table without rolling or dislodging Wilson. As a reward, Wilson leaned down and kissed the shiny head of House’s cock just as House got a grip on the lube. Cursing when he almost dropped it, House’s whole body seemed to undulate toward that single point of contact.
“Fucking hurry.” House gasped as he shoved the lube in Wilson’s general direction.
Wilson slicked his cock and then shifted to lay behind House, making sure that the leg was positioned so that it didn’t start cramping right in the middle of things. He stroked a slick finger over House’s hole, groaning when the muscles spasmed like they were trying to suck him in. “You really need it, huh?”
House tried to shove himself back against that finger, and growled when it simply moved with him. “Yes, I fucking need it. How many times do I have to say it? I need you to stick your hard fucking cock in my ass and pound me with it until I can’t see straight. If you don’t do it damned soon, I’m going to…” he trailed off on a strangled noise as Wilson lined the head of his cock up against that desperately spasming pucker.
“You’ll what?” he rubbed once, twice, “Come on, House, tell me. You’ll what?” House whined incoherently and he gave a low chuckle that would have sent every nurse at PPTH running. “I don’t think you’ll do anything. I think you’re too desperate for this…” he whispered in House’s ear as he pressed inward, wedging just the very tip of the head in place.
“Yesyesyes… no! More. Don’t stop!” House jerked violently backwards and Wilson almost lost the connection. The desperation in his lover sent waves of arousal pulsing through him and he almost gave in. Instead, he nipped House’s shoulder in reproach. House shuddered and panted, throwing his head back to rest on Wilson’s arm, “More…”
Baring his teeth, Wilson pushed. House let out a low groan that ended in a hiss as the wide flare of the head popped in. “Like that?”
Stubble scraped his arm as House shook his head, “More. Need it all. Hard. Come on. Come on! Need…” Wilson’s hips jerked involuntarily as House turned his head and looked up at him. The darkness of the room made it impossible to get a good look at those blue eyes, but he was glad of that for the moment because the intensity of that look even muted burned straight to his cock. House shouted triumphantly as Wilson pounded into him, and the hot muscles convulsing, clutching around his cock broke the last of his control.
They moved together fast and hard, and House just kept chanting ‘More’ under his breath. Finally, Wilson grabbed House’s neglected erection in a vicious grip, barely managing a single hard yank before House howled completion and Wilson let himself fall over the edge.
4.
“Give them back.”
Wilson looked up from his reading as House stormed in. Today was not a good day, he could tell. His lover was already sweating and pale, and he looked unsteady enough that the leg must be about to give out any second.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about House,” he said, setting his book aside and getting to his feet.
House scoffed, “My pills. The ones I hid behind the headboard. Give them back.”
Now Wilson was alarmed, “You’re out already? House, how many have you been taking?”
“None of your business, now give them the fuck back!” Wilson gasped as House threw a wild punch and the pressure was too much for his leg. House toppled forward and took Wilson down with him. “…give them back…”
“House, I don’t have them. Where else do you have some hidden?” He helped House up on to the couch and checked behind the books on the bookshelf, but came up dry.
House curled in on himself, gripping his leg so hard his fingers turned white, “Kitchen, behind the vanilla extract.”
“Are you sure?” Wilson called back, checking each shelf in each cabinet as quickly as possible, becoming more frantic as he went, “House, there’s nothing here.”
“Liar! Give them back. Give them to me.” House tried to struggle to his feet and ended up crashing to the floor.
“Shit, House, stop!” Wilson hurried to him and knelt down, hauling the leg into his lap and beginning to massage the writhing muscles.
“No! No! Give them to me! I’ll be good, Wilson. Just make it stop!”
Strong hands clutched at his arm, and as he looked up into those half mad eyes, he was horrified to realize he was getting hard. House was sweating, hurting, practically out of his mind with pain, and he was getting aroused? What was wrong with him? Wilson shifted House’s leg to one side, but House grabbed at him, shifting until his hip rubbed firmly against Wilson’s erection. It felt good, and the thought made Wilson want to be violently ill. “House, let me get a sedative.”
“Already took one. It’s not helping. Hurts so damned bad. Make it stop!” House writhed, throwing one arm up over his face, and Wilson bit back a groan as he got even harder.
“You just have to wait for it to kick in. Just hang in there for a little bit longer.” Telling his twisted libido to eat shit and die, Wilson focused on massaging the knots of overworked muscle as best he could until the sedative kicked in. House alternated between cursing and pleading with him to make it stop. Finally, an uncounted eternity later, House’s pleas began to slur and the muscle under his hands slowly calmed to just occasional twitches. Wilson hauled a semi-conscious House onto the couch again, and then stroked his hair until he fell asleep. Once House was breathing quietly, Wilson walked into the bathroom, turned the shower on full and stood, fully clothed, under the icy water, hoping it would get rid of his disgusting urges as easily as it got rid of his erection.
5+1
“Fuck you, Wilson. Poor Saint Wilson has to be called in to deal with House again. Poor Saint Wilson, maybe that’s why all his marriages failed.” House spat virulently at the couch where Wilson slumped, exhausted, “Little do they know, huh? Just think of how shocked they’d be if they knew the truth. Poor Saint Wilson gives it up the ass to Big Bad House. Maybe I should take out an ad in the Gazette. How would you like that?”
“Jesus, House, is that what this is all about?” he sighed tiredly, covering his face with his hands, “You want me to put up fliers in the Oncology ward?”
“I’d settle for you telling Cuddy! But no, that might sully Saint Wilson’s reputation too much. Those pretty nurses might stop asking you to dinner. Well they can fucking have you.” Snatching up Wilson’s jacket, he flung it onto the couch.
Watching the contents of his pocket go dribbling out onto the floor, including the condom he’d been hoping to put to good use tonight, Wilson felt something snap, “My nurses, huh? Well what about your goddamned hookers, House? Did you really think I wouldn’t notice your oh so discreet little call when I got home? I’ve been out of town for three days. Three. You can’t keep it in your pants for three fucking days?”
House flinched, “The damned convention is only two days, and you were going to stay over the weekend.”
“Because Cuddy asked me to give some lectures at the school! It’s not like I was over there having a quick weekend with some bored housewife off Ashley Madison!” Wilson was on his feet, stuffing condom and keys back in his coat pocket before his brain caught up with him.
“You weren’t supposed to be home!” House shouted.
“And that makes it okay?” Wilson shouted back, rolling his eyes, “Fuck you, House. I caught a redeye so that I could come home to you because I didn’t want to spend all weekend thinking about that argument.” Wilson was whispering now, all his energy expended leaving only sad resignation. “And then I walk through the damned door to find that apparently you were more than happy to pick right up where it left off. What would you have done if I hadn’t come home? Fucked the hooker and then gloated about it when I got off the plane on Tuesday?” House wouldn’t meet his eye, and that was enough of an answer. “Then I guess you’re right, House. The nurses can fucking have me.” Turning, Wilson walked toward the door, his whole body on the verge of staging a coup and refusing to leave.
“…wait.”
Without looking back, Wilson shook his head. “There’s nothing more to say, House. Trust me, after three divorces, I know.”
“What do you want?” House snapped, “Do you want me to beg? You think I don’t know how much you like it when I beg. Is that what you want, Jimmy? Want me to get down on my knees and beg and plead with you so you won’t go? Want me to promise you to never look at anyone again, and whimper and whine till you let me suck your cock again?” House was right behind him now, but Wilson refused to turn, and he stepped up to whisper in his ear, “Want me to cry for you, like when my leg was cramping? You think I didn’t notice how hard you got? Want me to hold onto your leg and promise you anything so you can get your rocks off?”
Wilson’s stomach turned in revulsion as House’s words made him start to get hard. “No.”
“Don’t lie to me, Jimmy.” One artistic hand snuck around to stroke at the front of Wilson’s pants.
“NO!” Wilson shoved him away violently and rushed to the door. Leaning against it, he tried to calm the shaking enough to get to his car. Behind him there was nothing but silence. When he thought he was calm enough to make it out the door without breaking down, he turned the knob.
He had one foot out the door when he heard a thump and House called his name in a tone that Wilson had never heard before, “Wilson, wait.”
He couldn’t stop himself from looking back, and he froze. House was on his knees in the middle of the living room, hands clasped in front of him. He only noticed that peripherally, though, because House’s face… House’s face was beautiful. His mouth was tight with anxiety, but his eyes were shining. Wilson looked at those eyes and what he saw there soothed his very soul. House understood. House knew how deep his darkness went and he was okay with it. More than that, House had darkness to match.
The look in those eyes went straight to Wilson’s cock, and for the first time, he allowed himself to revel in it. He turned and was just shutting the door behind him when, in a voice that seemed ripped from his very core, House whispered, “Please.”