Fic: Cashing In (Or: Party Favor Part 3/2)
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yeah, totally trying this sex thing again... meep!
And, this is a sequel! YAY!
In the two weeks following Cuddy's dinner party, Wilson was expecting House to burst into his office and demand sex. As each day passed without any mention of the bribe, Wilson began to relax in the hope that House had forgotten. Which was unlikely, but it would have been nice...
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House walked into Wilson's office mid-week after solving a case and promptly locked the door.
"Now," House stated, leaning against the door.
"What?" Wilson asked, voice rising slightly.
"I want you... now," House elaborated.
Wilson glanced frantically at the papers on his desk, looking for an excuse to back out. "I-I have a lot of paper work, and then I'm meeting with a patient--"
"In an hour. More than enough time. You'll probably even have time left over to do that paper work," House interrupted. "But, if you really want to say no, then I guess we need to get you a helmet..."
Wilson's eyes widened. He had effectively trapped himself. It was either have sex in his office, or willingly put himself on an 180 mph death machine for a year... "Where, uh, where..." his mind blanked.
House smirked. "I haven't decided. Guess we'll just have to see what happens..." House headed over to Wilson, who was still sitting at his desk, left hand still holding the pen he was using when House had walked in. House sat on Wilson's desk, facing him, and took the pen out of Wilson's hand.
"What if--" Wilson began, but was cut off by House's mouth pressing forcefully against his.
"If you insist on talking, I'm going to put that mouth of yours to a much better use," House whispered, taking Wilson's bottom lip gently between his teeth.
"I-- oh." Wilson stopped talking as House undid the button and zipper on his pants.
"Come on, get up here." House nodded at the desk. As Wilson stood up, House let Wilson's pants and underwear drop to the floor. "Well," House said, "Looks like you're committed to this now."
Wilson raised an eyebrow. "I'm not going to be able to get out of doing this, then?"
House shook his head.
Wilson sighed and looked down, eyes closed. "Then... then I might as well enjoy it," Wilson mumbled, before placing his arms on either side of House and leaning in for a kiss.
"Nice to see you getting into the mood," House teased, as Wilson cleared enough of the desk off to lay House down on it.
"You," Wilson replied, pressing his body against House's, his erection touching rough denim, "are wearing too much clothing..." And then he moved off slightly, his hands were pushing House's shirt up and over House's head and it was off, and Wilson was trailing kisses down House's chest...
Wilson's tongue flicked over House's nipple as he undid House's jeans, then moved down to House's hip, sliding off the pants and boxers before taking House's cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip, before House's hand grabbed his tie and pulled him up.
Mouths met, eagerly parting for tongues to mingle. Then Wilson was kissing down House's neck, biting and sucking as he went.
"Fuck," House muttered, as Wilson's tongue and teeth and lips continued down and then back up his body.
Their hands were wrapped around the other's cock, the friction from the movement of their hands and hips causing gasps and half-uttered names. And then with one last stroke, House's orgasm hit him, spilling come over Wilson and the desk.
With a shudder, Wilson soon followed, and then fell back onto House. They stayed on the desk until House's leg beat out the post-coital haze.
Wilson sighed as he cleaned up and got dressed. "I'm never going to be able to look at my desk the same way again."
House smirked. "Don't worry-- we'll get to all the furniture... eventually."
yeah, totally trying this sex thing again... meep!
And, this is a sequel! YAY!
In the two weeks following Cuddy's dinner party, Wilson was expecting House to burst into his office and demand sex. As each day passed without any mention of the bribe, Wilson began to relax in the hope that House had forgotten. Which was unlikely, but it would have been nice...
--
House walked into Wilson's office mid-week after solving a case and promptly locked the door.
"Now," House stated, leaning against the door.
"What?" Wilson asked, voice rising slightly.
"I want you... now," House elaborated.
Wilson glanced frantically at the papers on his desk, looking for an excuse to back out. "I-I have a lot of paper work, and then I'm meeting with a patient--"
"In an hour. More than enough time. You'll probably even have time left over to do that paper work," House interrupted. "But, if you really want to say no, then I guess we need to get you a helmet..."
Wilson's eyes widened. He had effectively trapped himself. It was either have sex in his office, or willingly put himself on an 180 mph death machine for a year... "Where, uh, where..." his mind blanked.
House smirked. "I haven't decided. Guess we'll just have to see what happens..." House headed over to Wilson, who was still sitting at his desk, left hand still holding the pen he was using when House had walked in. House sat on Wilson's desk, facing him, and took the pen out of Wilson's hand.
"What if--" Wilson began, but was cut off by House's mouth pressing forcefully against his.
"If you insist on talking, I'm going to put that mouth of yours to a much better use," House whispered, taking Wilson's bottom lip gently between his teeth.
"I-- oh." Wilson stopped talking as House undid the button and zipper on his pants.
"Come on, get up here." House nodded at the desk. As Wilson stood up, House let Wilson's pants and underwear drop to the floor. "Well," House said, "Looks like you're committed to this now."
Wilson raised an eyebrow. "I'm not going to be able to get out of doing this, then?"
House shook his head.
Wilson sighed and looked down, eyes closed. "Then... then I might as well enjoy it," Wilson mumbled, before placing his arms on either side of House and leaning in for a kiss.
"Nice to see you getting into the mood," House teased, as Wilson cleared enough of the desk off to lay House down on it.
"You," Wilson replied, pressing his body against House's, his erection touching rough denim, "are wearing too much clothing..." And then he moved off slightly, his hands were pushing House's shirt up and over House's head and it was off, and Wilson was trailing kisses down House's chest...
Wilson's tongue flicked over House's nipple as he undid House's jeans, then moved down to House's hip, sliding off the pants and boxers before taking House's cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip, before House's hand grabbed his tie and pulled him up.
Mouths met, eagerly parting for tongues to mingle. Then Wilson was kissing down House's neck, biting and sucking as he went.
"Fuck," House muttered, as Wilson's tongue and teeth and lips continued down and then back up his body.
Their hands were wrapped around the other's cock, the friction from the movement of their hands and hips causing gasps and half-uttered names. And then with one last stroke, House's orgasm hit him, spilling come over Wilson and the desk.
With a shudder, Wilson soon followed, and then fell back onto House. They stayed on the desk until House's leg beat out the post-coital haze.
Wilson sighed as he cleaned up and got dressed. "I'm never going to be able to look at my desk the same way again."
House smirked. "Don't worry-- we'll get to all the furniture... eventually."