Too good for Paradise (house slash)
Title: Too good for Paradise
House\Wilson
R
Some bdsm hint, slash, romance
Warning: an open ending, it feels like the fic is kind of unfinished.
Dis. House MD does not belong to me!
780 Words
“I gotta go, House.” Wilson said, getting inside his clothes, standing close to their bed, tying his tie.
House didn't want to let him go. He hated mornings. He couldn't stand the morning noise of life breaking in. He would love to keep those drapes closed all day and night.
“No, just stay.” he pleaded. Wilson sighed and pursed his lips.
“House, I've got work. I have to.”
“No, please.” House begged. “Look at me! I am saying “please”! Isn't it enough?” he said again.
Wilson smirked at him, still struggling with the tie. Somehow it wouldn't get the right way. Wilson was almost ready, his briefcase was on the chair, his jacket was in his hand, his shirt was buttoned on the upper buttons, his hair was dried and combed in “the best doctor” style.
House was lying on the mess of sheets with his stubble chin, sleepy eyes and messy hair.
Wilson leaned towards him to kiss him and leave for work for which he was already running late.
“Love you, House.” he whispered after giving a small kiss on his lips. But House grabbed his tie firmly, pulling closer.
“Yes, Jimmy. You will love me just right now.” he grinned at him slyly, and kissed deeply on the mouth.
Wilson secretly admired when House called him “Jimmy” and when he was brutal and rough like this. It turned him on so quickly.
House slid his hand between Wilson's thighs, groping him down there, rubbing and squeezing him rather rougher than usual, as he kissed him harder.
“H... House!” Wilson was panting, getting away from his mouth to gulp some air, “My patients, they can't wait.” he retorted.
“For fuck's sake, Wilson! Just think of yourself for once!” he grunted and him, pulling him near. Wilson was standing with his knee on the bed and his hands on House's bare chest, his mouth was devouring into House's, and his eyes were closed, as he moaned louder.
House slighted his grip on Wilson's tie, as he held his hips tight, learning forward to eat him through the pants. Wilson feeling freedom, started to retreat slowly.
“House, I've really got to go.”
“No, you've not!” House grabbed him and quickly pushed him onto the bed, getting on top of him.
Wilson felt a sudden rush or adrenalin sped up through his body and his cock tightened. Inside of him was a battle between his own needs and the needs of society he was serving. He still felt guilty for being in bed with his lover instead of going to work to his sick patients. He was so into the law thing that he would even sacrifice his own sexual satisfaction.
“I appreciate, but I can't stay, House... ” he said in his last attempt to set himself free and head for the hospital finally.
But once he tried to sit up, House grabbed his wrists and threw him back onto the bed.
“If you want to date House, get used to being under control, Jimmy.” he grinned, leaning very close down to him.
Wilson gasped in lust and closed his eyes.
He wrapped the end of Wilson's tie around his fist, pulling it harder, speaking in his low voice, breathing heavily into Wilson's ear.
“...You're dirty bitch. I'll show you how to behave.” he whispered again, pulling him by the tie harder.
Wilson felt shivers down his limps, House's voice tone turned him on, his chest was heaving, and his pants were very tight and damp with precome.
“Turn around, quickly.” House instructed, waking Wilson up from his lustful doze.
He obliged of course. Standing on his knees, holding his hands firmly on the head of the bed, Wilson was gasping in anticipation.
House moved closed to him, pulling his hair a little.
“I'll show you, bitch.” he repeated into his ear, holding his hair with one hand.
Wilson felt more precome inside his pants. House undid Wilson's belt, took off his shirt, grabbed a bottle of lube and smacked some right into Wilson's ass. He moaned loudly and bucked his hips back.
...Wilson was dying from lust. He was so beside himself from lust in such precious moments, seconds, which lasted less than a minute, but which were so intense, so absolute that he wouldn't hesitate to die for them. He would prayed all the gods for these moments to last longer. As long as possible. If Paradise existed it would feel like this, he knew it. But he also knew that it was too good to be true, even for Paradise...
House\Wilson
R
Some bdsm hint, slash, romance
Warning: an open ending, it feels like the fic is kind of unfinished.
Dis. House MD does not belong to me!
780 Words
“I gotta go, House.” Wilson said, getting inside his clothes, standing close to their bed, tying his tie.
House didn't want to let him go. He hated mornings. He couldn't stand the morning noise of life breaking in. He would love to keep those drapes closed all day and night.
“No, just stay.” he pleaded. Wilson sighed and pursed his lips.
“House, I've got work. I have to.”
“No, please.” House begged. “Look at me! I am saying “please”! Isn't it enough?” he said again.
Wilson smirked at him, still struggling with the tie. Somehow it wouldn't get the right way. Wilson was almost ready, his briefcase was on the chair, his jacket was in his hand, his shirt was buttoned on the upper buttons, his hair was dried and combed in “the best doctor” style.
House was lying on the mess of sheets with his stubble chin, sleepy eyes and messy hair.
Wilson leaned towards him to kiss him and leave for work for which he was already running late.
“Love you, House.” he whispered after giving a small kiss on his lips. But House grabbed his tie firmly, pulling closer.
“Yes, Jimmy. You will love me just right now.” he grinned at him slyly, and kissed deeply on the mouth.
Wilson secretly admired when House called him “Jimmy” and when he was brutal and rough like this. It turned him on so quickly.
House slid his hand between Wilson's thighs, groping him down there, rubbing and squeezing him rather rougher than usual, as he kissed him harder.
“H... House!” Wilson was panting, getting away from his mouth to gulp some air, “My patients, they can't wait.” he retorted.
“For fuck's sake, Wilson! Just think of yourself for once!” he grunted and him, pulling him near. Wilson was standing with his knee on the bed and his hands on House's bare chest, his mouth was devouring into House's, and his eyes were closed, as he moaned louder.
House slighted his grip on Wilson's tie, as he held his hips tight, learning forward to eat him through the pants. Wilson feeling freedom, started to retreat slowly.
“House, I've really got to go.”
“No, you've not!” House grabbed him and quickly pushed him onto the bed, getting on top of him.
Wilson felt a sudden rush or adrenalin sped up through his body and his cock tightened. Inside of him was a battle between his own needs and the needs of society he was serving. He still felt guilty for being in bed with his lover instead of going to work to his sick patients. He was so into the law thing that he would even sacrifice his own sexual satisfaction.
“I appreciate, but I can't stay, House... ” he said in his last attempt to set himself free and head for the hospital finally.
But once he tried to sit up, House grabbed his wrists and threw him back onto the bed.
“If you want to date House, get used to being under control, Jimmy.” he grinned, leaning very close down to him.
Wilson gasped in lust and closed his eyes.
He wrapped the end of Wilson's tie around his fist, pulling it harder, speaking in his low voice, breathing heavily into Wilson's ear.
“...You're dirty bitch. I'll show you how to behave.” he whispered again, pulling him by the tie harder.
Wilson felt shivers down his limps, House's voice tone turned him on, his chest was heaving, and his pants were very tight and damp with precome.
“Turn around, quickly.” House instructed, waking Wilson up from his lustful doze.
He obliged of course. Standing on his knees, holding his hands firmly on the head of the bed, Wilson was gasping in anticipation.
House moved closed to him, pulling his hair a little.
“I'll show you, bitch.” he repeated into his ear, holding his hair with one hand.
Wilson felt more precome inside his pants. House undid Wilson's belt, took off his shirt, grabbed a bottle of lube and smacked some right into Wilson's ass. He moaned loudly and bucked his hips back.
...Wilson was dying from lust. He was so beside himself from lust in such precious moments, seconds, which lasted less than a minute, but which were so intense, so absolute that he wouldn't hesitate to die for them. He would prayed all the gods for these moments to last longer. As long as possible. If Paradise existed it would feel like this, he knew it. But he also knew that it was too good to be true, even for Paradise...