FIC: "Condoms and Flavored Lube", Greg House/Eric Foreman
Title: Condoms and Flavored Lube
Author/Artist: hawkeyecat
Community: 30_lemons
Pairing/Fandom: Claimed: Dr. Greg House and Dr. James Wilson, House, M.D. Actual pairing: Dr. Greg House and Dr. Eric Foreman
Theme: 06. The Closet
Word Count: 485
Disclaimer: I’ve been in this fandom for how long? And I still have no rights. Very sad.
Author's Notes: For Starr and Sigrid. Beta-read by amazonqueenkate.
House had no problem admitting Wilson was his best friend. It’s not like he could deny it; only the entire hospital would call him on it if he did. Wilson and Cuddy both said Wilson was also his only friend, not just his best, and considering the two names there, something was just ironic about that.
That did not mean House was having a torrid affair with Wilson, complete with lots of flavored lube and a complete lack of condoms, or that House was the cause of Wilson’s marriages’ failures. The only one he’d willingly take credit for was marriage two-the infarction one-and that was partly because he’d never liked Sam, anyway.
No, the torrid affair, the one that had House literally biting his lip to keep from having the woman in 221A from calling the cops as a very talented mouth seemed set on making his brain leave via his cock, had condoms. Just not right now. And the lube wasn’t flavored, thank you. As soon as his brain was done leaving, he’d think about what the whole best friend versus sex partner thing meant, besides that Wilson was far straighter than any man who could cook and was on divorce three has any right to be.
And the fact that he decided he’d think after his brain left showed exactly what a good job Foreman was doing.
House resisted the urge to thrust up into Foreman’s mouth, instead pressing his hips down against the mattress, and Foreman must have noticed because he laughed, and fuck, his mouth was still around House’s dick. That felt better than it had any right to, and House came right then, not taking the split second to warn Foreman, and he’d probably bitch about that later, but too bad. Shouldn’t have laughed.
Foreman shifted back up the bed, and while House was considering his options-also known as recovering-Foreman lazily wrapped a hand around his own cock, pumping slowly. That was appealing enough that House didn’t want to stop watching and replace Foreman’s hand with his own; instead, he wrapped his hand around Foreman’s, going with his pace until Foreman moved his hand and House took over, finding the rhythm that Foreman liked, until Foreman threw back his head and moaned, coming messily all over House’s hand.
Maybe it wasn’t a torrid affair, since Foreman was slipping under the blankets like he belonged there. At this point, he sort of did, and House wiped his hand on a corner of the sheet as he got in on his side. Foreman turned onto his side, his arm ending up across House’s middle, and House just made himself comfortable. Whatever it was, it wasn’t with Wilson. Wilson had a lot of positions as best friend, but in House’s bed was not one of them. And House was pretty sure he was glad that was the situation, too.
Author/Artist: hawkeyecat
Community: 30_lemons
Pairing/Fandom: Claimed: Dr. Greg House and Dr. James Wilson, House, M.D. Actual pairing: Dr. Greg House and Dr. Eric Foreman
Theme: 06. The Closet
Word Count: 485
Disclaimer: I’ve been in this fandom for how long? And I still have no rights. Very sad.
Author's Notes: For Starr and Sigrid. Beta-read by amazonqueenkate.
House had no problem admitting Wilson was his best friend. It’s not like he could deny it; only the entire hospital would call him on it if he did. Wilson and Cuddy both said Wilson was also his only friend, not just his best, and considering the two names there, something was just ironic about that.
That did not mean House was having a torrid affair with Wilson, complete with lots of flavored lube and a complete lack of condoms, or that House was the cause of Wilson’s marriages’ failures. The only one he’d willingly take credit for was marriage two-the infarction one-and that was partly because he’d never liked Sam, anyway.
No, the torrid affair, the one that had House literally biting his lip to keep from having the woman in 221A from calling the cops as a very talented mouth seemed set on making his brain leave via his cock, had condoms. Just not right now. And the lube wasn’t flavored, thank you. As soon as his brain was done leaving, he’d think about what the whole best friend versus sex partner thing meant, besides that Wilson was far straighter than any man who could cook and was on divorce three has any right to be.
And the fact that he decided he’d think after his brain left showed exactly what a good job Foreman was doing.
House resisted the urge to thrust up into Foreman’s mouth, instead pressing his hips down against the mattress, and Foreman must have noticed because he laughed, and fuck, his mouth was still around House’s dick. That felt better than it had any right to, and House came right then, not taking the split second to warn Foreman, and he’d probably bitch about that later, but too bad. Shouldn’t have laughed.
Foreman shifted back up the bed, and while House was considering his options-also known as recovering-Foreman lazily wrapped a hand around his own cock, pumping slowly. That was appealing enough that House didn’t want to stop watching and replace Foreman’s hand with his own; instead, he wrapped his hand around Foreman’s, going with his pace until Foreman moved his hand and House took over, finding the rhythm that Foreman liked, until Foreman threw back his head and moaned, coming messily all over House’s hand.
Maybe it wasn’t a torrid affair, since Foreman was slipping under the blankets like he belonged there. At this point, he sort of did, and House wiped his hand on a corner of the sheet as he got in on his side. Foreman turned onto his side, his arm ending up across House’s middle, and House just made himself comfortable. Whatever it was, it wasn’t with Wilson. Wilson had a lot of positions as best friend, but in House’s bed was not one of them. And House was pretty sure he was glad that was the situation, too.