"Blue movie" (House\Wilson)
Title: Blue movie
House\Wilson
slash, smut, a bit of humor
NC
Dis. Nothing is mine
Word count: ~1030
A special thanks to beta hibernia1 :)
House and Wilson decided to entertain themselves by having sex in an unusual place, like an art house movie theater.
So off they went. There were only a few people in the cinema hall and the movie
was an independent one, so not a big crowd was to be expected.
They sat close to the end of the lines of seats, but not on the very last
row to avoid suspicion. There was a couple sitting three rows ahead of
them and the seats next to them were completely empty. The light went out
and a wide screen shimmered in front of them showing the trailer.
Wilson was a coy one. And Greg had enough bravery for two. Wilson took his time and kept himself and House in a lusty anticipation thrill by just sitting, doing nothing and saying nothing, only staring to the wide screen. They knew exactly why they had come to the movie theater, and watching a movie was definitely not on their list.
Wilson started softly fumbling with House's pants, he slowly and gently slid his hand onto House's crotch and started to discretely rub him through his jeans, making House hot and breathing faster. His actions seemed so loud to
him that he swallowed nervously a couple of times, looking from side to side in case someone spotted them.
But no one seemed to notice or care. People were rustling with their packages of chips and snacks, some were talking in low voices commenting on the movie's plot, et cetera.
House's dick got harder under Wilson's hand which was now squeezing him stronger but still very carefully. Wilson could barely see the expression on Greg's face in the darkness of the movie theater, but he felt his breath sped up a little. He moved closer to him, without moving his hand away from House's crotch, so that House could turn his head
to Wilson's side and, closing his eyes, send shivers of the thrill down his neck and spine while breathing warmly onto his skin.
Once they moved as close to each other as the seats' space allowed, House shoved his eager hand inside Wilson's half unzipped fly. Wilson tried not to gasp too loud. The fact that he was restraining himself added to his lust. He was struggling really hard not to moan. Finally he got his hand inside House's jeans, feeling his
leaking dick with his palm. The liquid was hot and somewhat sticky. James started to slowly stroke House inside his jeans, producing more and more precome onto his hand. His own dick was full of sticky drops leaking down. When they both felt they would come right now, House stopped stroking James to avoid the explosion right in the cinema hall. In his most quiet voice he said to Wilson, “Five minute interval. Meet you in the restroom downstairs.”
He pushed his dick down silently, zipping up his jeans and buttoning his jacket on the lower buttons to hide his hard-on, found his cane, then got up from his seat and slowly made his way towards the exit.
Wilson started to count the seconds to make sure exactly five minutes passed.
He leaned back deeply into his seat, so that he was barely to be seen and took hold of the armrests, breathing still rather heavily but very quietly.
House was supposed to wait for him inside the restroom, but when Wilson went downstairs he found House standing outside of it instead. This detail shook James, the scenario had been smooth so far.
They quickly looked around to make sure they weren't followed and vanished behind the restroom door, locking it behind them.
There were no separate cabins, just a wall and a row of urinals. House leaned back to the wall, unzipping his jeans. Wilson got down on his knees, stroking House's dick with his hand first.
“Fuck, I am so horny, Jimmy...” House said.
Wilson grinned and took Greg's dick into his mouth. This had to be intense but quick. They did not plan to stay here for too long, it was embarrassing and somewhat dangerous. But that was the point.
James on the floor of the restroom was staring directly into House's eyes from time to time,
while sucking him off . And it made House mad with lust.
When House was very close to coming, they heard a sudden knock on the door.
“Tell them it's engaged!” Wilson hissed at House.
“You tell them!” Greg hissed back.
While they were arguing in very quiet voices, with Wilson on his knees and House's pants down his ankles, and not answering the person outside the door, knocking became threatening banging, and they heard the door lock cracked which meant someone unlocked the door.
“Engaged!!!” House shouted at the top of his voice. The noise behind the door stopped and it was silence for a few seconds. Wilson was numb with fear and didn't realize that it would be better if he quickly got to
his feet, pretending that nothing was happening. Instead, he continued to sit in a kneeling position in front of a half naked House, holding his cock in one hand.
“We're busted.” House said, pushing James away slightly and zipping up
his jeans. “Quick, get up.” he commanded.
They realized that there was nothing they could do to appear innocent because only the two of them were in the restroom at that time and they didn't want to let anyone in, so at least they tried to seem as calm as possible.
The receptionist was looking at them when they came out of the restroom one by one. Her eyes
went round and she said, “I beg your pardon, I saw you buy tickets for the
movie. I was afraid there were strangers from the street who broke into the theater restroom. Pardon, once again.” She obviously was embarrassed more than House and Wilson themselves.
“Well, I think we'd better leave,” House said with a confused but charming smile.
They burst into laughter once they walked out of the movie theater, and headed slowly to Wilson's car. “We have to finish this somewhere . How about sex in the parking lot?” House smirked at James, putting on his seatbelt.
House\Wilson
slash, smut, a bit of humor
NC
Dis. Nothing is mine
Word count: ~1030
A special thanks to beta hibernia1 :)
House and Wilson decided to entertain themselves by having sex in an unusual place, like an art house movie theater.
So off they went. There were only a few people in the cinema hall and the movie
was an independent one, so not a big crowd was to be expected.
They sat close to the end of the lines of seats, but not on the very last
row to avoid suspicion. There was a couple sitting three rows ahead of
them and the seats next to them were completely empty. The light went out
and a wide screen shimmered in front of them showing the trailer.
Wilson was a coy one. And Greg had enough bravery for two. Wilson took his time and kept himself and House in a lusty anticipation thrill by just sitting, doing nothing and saying nothing, only staring to the wide screen. They knew exactly why they had come to the movie theater, and watching a movie was definitely not on their list.
Wilson started softly fumbling with House's pants, he slowly and gently slid his hand onto House's crotch and started to discretely rub him through his jeans, making House hot and breathing faster. His actions seemed so loud to
him that he swallowed nervously a couple of times, looking from side to side in case someone spotted them.
But no one seemed to notice or care. People were rustling with their packages of chips and snacks, some were talking in low voices commenting on the movie's plot, et cetera.
House's dick got harder under Wilson's hand which was now squeezing him stronger but still very carefully. Wilson could barely see the expression on Greg's face in the darkness of the movie theater, but he felt his breath sped up a little. He moved closer to him, without moving his hand away from House's crotch, so that House could turn his head
to Wilson's side and, closing his eyes, send shivers of the thrill down his neck and spine while breathing warmly onto his skin.
Once they moved as close to each other as the seats' space allowed, House shoved his eager hand inside Wilson's half unzipped fly. Wilson tried not to gasp too loud. The fact that he was restraining himself added to his lust. He was struggling really hard not to moan. Finally he got his hand inside House's jeans, feeling his
leaking dick with his palm. The liquid was hot and somewhat sticky. James started to slowly stroke House inside his jeans, producing more and more precome onto his hand. His own dick was full of sticky drops leaking down. When they both felt they would come right now, House stopped stroking James to avoid the explosion right in the cinema hall. In his most quiet voice he said to Wilson, “Five minute interval. Meet you in the restroom downstairs.”
He pushed his dick down silently, zipping up his jeans and buttoning his jacket on the lower buttons to hide his hard-on, found his cane, then got up from his seat and slowly made his way towards the exit.
Wilson started to count the seconds to make sure exactly five minutes passed.
He leaned back deeply into his seat, so that he was barely to be seen and took hold of the armrests, breathing still rather heavily but very quietly.
House was supposed to wait for him inside the restroom, but when Wilson went downstairs he found House standing outside of it instead. This detail shook James, the scenario had been smooth so far.
They quickly looked around to make sure they weren't followed and vanished behind the restroom door, locking it behind them.
There were no separate cabins, just a wall and a row of urinals. House leaned back to the wall, unzipping his jeans. Wilson got down on his knees, stroking House's dick with his hand first.
“Fuck, I am so horny, Jimmy...” House said.
Wilson grinned and took Greg's dick into his mouth. This had to be intense but quick. They did not plan to stay here for too long, it was embarrassing and somewhat dangerous. But that was the point.
James on the floor of the restroom was staring directly into House's eyes from time to time,
while sucking him off . And it made House mad with lust.
When House was very close to coming, they heard a sudden knock on the door.
“Tell them it's engaged!” Wilson hissed at House.
“You tell them!” Greg hissed back.
While they were arguing in very quiet voices, with Wilson on his knees and House's pants down his ankles, and not answering the person outside the door, knocking became threatening banging, and they heard the door lock cracked which meant someone unlocked the door.
“Engaged!!!” House shouted at the top of his voice. The noise behind the door stopped and it was silence for a few seconds. Wilson was numb with fear and didn't realize that it would be better if he quickly got to
his feet, pretending that nothing was happening. Instead, he continued to sit in a kneeling position in front of a half naked House, holding his cock in one hand.
“We're busted.” House said, pushing James away slightly and zipping up
his jeans. “Quick, get up.” he commanded.
They realized that there was nothing they could do to appear innocent because only the two of them were in the restroom at that time and they didn't want to let anyone in, so at least they tried to seem as calm as possible.
The receptionist was looking at them when they came out of the restroom one by one. Her eyes
went round and she said, “I beg your pardon, I saw you buy tickets for the
movie. I was afraid there were strangers from the street who broke into the theater restroom. Pardon, once again.” She obviously was embarrassed more than House and Wilson themselves.
“Well, I think we'd better leave,” House said with a confused but charming smile.
They burst into laughter once they walked out of the movie theater, and headed slowly to Wilson's car. “We have to finish this somewhere . How about sex in the parking lot?” House smirked at James, putting on his seatbelt.