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Wilson was at his wits’ end. For the past few days, House had been making it his personal mission to drive him insane. More than he usually did, anyway. First of all, he had incurred Cuddy’s wrath the previous week, so she had sentenced him to what even Wilson considered an unfair amount of clinic duty.
Of course, House refused to suffer alone, so he had been paging Wilson for consults nonstop. He had gone along with it at first, concerned that one of the consult requests might actually be warranted, but his breaking point came around the fifth time House called him in, when he had walked into the exam room to find a man wearing swim trunks, with bruises around his eyes…and goggles wrapped around his forehead.
House just looked up at him innocently, and Wilson seethed internally as he suggested to the perplexed man that he should loosen his goggles next time he went swimming. After that incident, he ignored House’s consult pages, boy who cried wolf be damned. Besides, House was perfectly capable of calling in one of his oncology colleagues if he needed to, although Wilson wouldn’t put it past him to pester them until Wilson had to step in.
Even worse, House had been jokingly flirting with him all week, theoretically to cure him of his clinic boredom, but he had definitely stepped it up after Wilson started boycotting consults. Luckily, the only time of day Wilson was really seeing him that week was at lunch, but House planned his attacks well, his flirting becoming skilled and borderline lewd, and leaving Wilson embarrassingly hard under the table.
He desperately tried not to show that it was affecting him, assuming his poker face and tossing annoyed, unimpressed glances towards House now and then, but he knew he was blushing redder and hotter each time. Judging by House’s increasingly smug smirk, it had been obvious since his little game had started.
That smirk had followed Wilson home every night that week, making him flop down on his bed as soon as he got home and jerk off, hips thrusting pathetically into his grip as he thought about the dirty things that came out of House’s mouth (and the dirty things he wanted to do to House’s mouth, he thought with a smirk of his own).
His other breaking point had been Thursday night, when House had stopped by his office before leaving. He was suspiciously casual the whole time, and Wilson’s eyes narrowed when House asked what he was doing. After he cautiously told him that he was just finishing up some paperwork, he briefly caught a wicked look flashing in House’s eyes before he said almost sweetly, “Well, don’t tire those pretty hands out, I wanna feel them all over me.”
Wilson’s jaw dropped, and he didn’t even try to hide it as House smirked and left. “’Night, Wilson!” he called cheerfully over his shoulder.
That night, he jerked off right then and there, stumbling over to lock his office door before collapsing into his desk chair, stifling his moans as he stroked himself desperately.
Now it was Friday, it was a slow time at the clinic, and Wilson had gotten up the nerve to page House for a consult of his own.
———
House was leaning back in the chair in his office, taking full advantage of his break between clinic duty shifts, when his pager went off. Grimacing, he opened his eyes and reached for it, but his lips curled into a smile when he saw it was from Wilson. Emergency consult, exam 4, it read. House seriously doubted it, especially since any actual emergency would bypass the need for a consult, but figured it would be fun to humor Wilson’s revenge plot.
He hauled himself out of the chair and headed towards the elevators, amused. He always loved it when he could get Wilson to go along with his schemes and pranks, almost as much as he loved making him flustered. The only time he had really enjoyed himself during the past week of clinic duty purgatory (because Cuddy, as God, of course, was keeping him there as punishment for his latest sins) was at lunch, watching how his flirting was affecting Wilson.
House limped into the clinic, noting with jealousy that it was almost empty, and snuck around the other side of the nurses’ station to avoid Cuddy’s sightline, making his way to Exam Room 4. The blinds were closed, but he didn’t think much of it, swinging the door open dramatically. “So, what’s the big-” He stopped, confused, when he saw that Wilson was alone in the room, leaning against the exam table. Okay…so maybe not revenge, then, he thought as he slowly closed the door behind him. Was he in for another lecture?
“Am I in trouble?” he quipped, frowning suspiciously when he realized that Wilson looked nervous.
“Just wanted to return the favor for your antics this week,” Wilson replied casually.
Wait…
House’s eyes widened as the implications of that statement hit him, and Wilson smiled at him fondly, his cheeks turning pink as he slowly started moving towards House.
“You’re cute when you’re confused,” he teased in the same tone House had been using on him all week. And apparently it really was effective, because he could feel himself flushing already. Wilson’s smile broadened. “Makes me want to kiss you,” he went on, that mischievous look gleaming in his eyes.
House watched, captivated, as he approached him, heart racing and blood rushing to his face. Wilson backed him up against the door gently, removing his cane from his tight grip and leaning it against the wall. “I want you, House,” he murmured, and suddenly the blood was rushing in another direction. “Did you mean all of it?”
It took House a second to even process what he meant through the fog of arousal, and Wilson chuckled. “Yeah,” he whispered huskily, feeling himself getting hard fast as Wilson pressed up against him.
Then Wilson’s hands were on his waist, and he was leaning in, brushing his lips over House’s teasingly. House breathed in shakily, closing his eyes as he brought his hands up to grasp Wilson’s back, and he felt Wilson smirking against his mouth just before he kissed him.
House moaned softly, parting his lips to urge him on. It worked, and soon Wilson was kissing him hard, stroking his hands up and down his sides and over his hips. He was about to protest when he felt one of Wilson’s hands leave his waist, but gasped into his mouth when he heard the door lock behind them.
Wilson pulled his lips away, keeping his face close, and House nearly whined. He opened his eyes, breathing heavily, and felt arousal surge through him. Wilson was staring at him tenderly, his eyes dark and full of desperation and lust. His lips were obscenely wet from the kiss, and he was blushing harder than House had ever seen.
He was about to be irrationally jealous that Wilson was blushing more than he did when House flirted with him, until his dazed brain processed that he was blushing that pretty shade of red for him.
“Fuck,” Wilson whispered, pressing a wet kiss to House’s lips. “I see why you’ve been teasing me all week. You’re so hot like this, all flustered…” He trailed off as he moved to bury his face in House’s neck, trailing hot kisses up towards his ear. “Panting for me, your lips red and swollen…” He punctuated the end of that thought with a dirty kiss to the sensitive spot behind House’s ear. House whimpered, and he could feel Wilson smiling smugly against his skin.
“God, your face and neck are so flushed already,” he breathed, shifting to the other side of House’s neck to repeat the process. House was gasping, little moans escaping his throat as Wilson’s kisses got hotter and sloppier. “And your ears,” he added affectionately, brushing his lips over House’s ear for emphasis. Then he was sliding his hands down to House’s ass, and before House could react, Wilson purred into his ear, “I wonder how flushed your cock is.”
House moaned urgently, instinctively tightening his grip on Wilson’s back and pulling him impossibly closer. Wilson shushed him gently, and House came back to reality just enough to remember that they were in the clinic. It almost didn’t matter, though, because they were now pressed so close together that House could feel Wilson’s erection hot against his own, and it felt like he was in the same situation as House.
Namely, that House was painfully hard, to the point where his cock had twitched every time Wilson had focused on his ears. Now he was throbbing against the fly of his jeans, whining softly at the teasing pressure.
“Oh, God, House,” Wilson whimpered, squeezing his ass as he rocked his hips forward slightly, rubbing himself against the bulge of House’s cock. House made a pained noise in the back of his throat, moving his hands down to cup Wilson’s ass in return. Wilson bucked his hips harder with a strangled moan.
“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to touch me like this,” he gasped. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years, but right now…I really wanna fuck you.”
House’s snarky response of All you had to do was ask died on his lips when Wilson dropped that bombshell.
“Wilson,” he whined, suddenly feeling dangerously close to coming in his pants.
Wilson stopped rocking his hips abruptly, and House nearly cried out from frustration. They both breathed raggedly for a moment before Wilson looked up to gaze into House’s eyes. “We’ll have to save that for another time, though,” he murmured apologetically, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to House’s lips. “If we’re not quick, we’ll get caught.”
At that moment, House couldn’t have cared less if they got caught by a patient, a nurse, or Cuddy herself, but he quickly lost his train of thought when a wicked smile spread across Wilson’s face.
“C’mere,” he whispered playfully, kissing House again as he pulled him away from the door, moving them backwards towards the exam table. He pushed House up against the end of it, giving him a filthy kiss before moving his lips to his ear. “Turn around.”
House felt white-hot lust course through him at the possibilities, but he retained enough control to raise an eyebrow at Wilson before turning and placing his hands on the table for support.
“I feel like you’re about to give me a prostate exam,” he muttered half-jokingly, half-flirtatiously. Of course, he was standing upright instead of bent over, but it really wasn’t far off.
Apparently Wilson had picked up on that other half, because he chuckled as he moved in to press his body against House’s. House moaned softly as Wilson’s cock pressed into his ass, hot and rock hard even through the layers of fabric.
“Another time, maybe,” Wilson purred with a wet, hot kiss to the nape of House’s neck. House whimpered, grinding his hips back into Wilson’s cock as a silent plea to do something, anything…
House felt Wilson smirk into his flushed skin before wrapping his right hand around the side of his lower belly, under his blazer, and planting it there gently. Wilson groaned slightly, possibly because of the tantalizing heat he felt there, or possibly as a response to House squirming under his touch.
House was so distracted by the surprising eroticism of the sensation, of Wilson’s warm hand over what was apparently a sensitive part of his stomach, that he didn’t notice Wilson reaching around his hip with his left hand until he pressed it over the bulge between his legs, stroking his cock firmly through his jeans.
“Fuck,” House whimpered, grinding against Wilson’s hand urgently. Wilson moaned in response, bucking his own hips harder into House’s ass.
“I’ve been horny all week because of you,” he panted, kissing that same spot on the back of House’s neck as he rubbed right over the head of his cock. House gasped and squirmed, and his cock twitched again when Wilson moved his lips to his ear. “You and that dirty mouth,” he continued huskily. “I had to jerk off as soon as I got home every night, and I almost didn’t make it that long…” He pressed a kiss just below House’s ear, and House whined softly, feeling a rush of precum add to the growing wet spot in his straining boxers.
“I had to wash my sheets this morning,” Wilson murmured into his ear, his hot breath against the sensitive skin making House shiver with pleasure. “I don’t think I’ve had to do that in a couple of decades.”
“Wet dream, or did I...” House let out a soft high-pitched moan, practically feeling his eyes glazing over as Wilson stroked him more intently. “…get you so worked up you forgot your potty training?” he got out with great effort, panting shamelessly as the sensations of Wilson’s pretty hand and his hard cock teasing his ass almost became too much.
“I was dreaming about fucking you in the cafeteria,” Wilson answered without so much as a pause, and House nearly forgot to breathe. “You were…flirting with me again, teasing me, and then…” House heard him swallowing hard, and he thought he felt Wilson’s cock jump against his ass just before he started grinding faster. “Y-you were spread out on the table for me, naked, with that fucking smirk…” He choked out a whimper. “You felt so fucking good, so tight, and you kept whispering dirty things into my ear, grabbing my ass to pull me in deeper…”
House desperately hoped he was done, because the combination of Wilson talking about fucking him senseless in the cafeteria and the rhythm and pressure of his hand on House’s aching erection was making him feel close to coming again, and he suddenly never wanted this to end. At the same time, part of him wanted to come just like that, spilling helplessly into his jeans while Wilson kept rubbing his cock, murmuring filthy things to him as his face and neck burned an indecent shade of red.
“A-and then…” Wilson was panting too, his voice close to becoming a whimper. “You came all over your stomach, and you wrapped your legs around my hips, begging me to come inside you…fuck, House!”
Wilson abruptly stopped grinding, lightly gripping House’s hip with his left hand to still him. House groaned at the loss of sensation on his cock, vaguely wondering if Wilson had come. After a few moments of Wilson breathing heavily against his neck, he rocked forward into House’s ass slightly, letting out a breathy whine, and House was pleased to feel that he was even harder than before.
“God,” Wilson breathed, slowly moving his hand back down to rest over House’s cock, and House felt his heart rate jump. “I was so close, but I…” He trailed off, kissing House’s earlobe. “I wanted to touch you first.”
“Now who's got the dirty mouth?” House moaned indignantly, thrusting into Wilson’s taunting hand.
Wilson retaliated by sucking on his earlobe, and House let out an embarrassing whine as his thighs trembled.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked softly, sounding amused and smug as he brushed his lips along House’s ear, and House almost yelped when he finally, finally rubbed over his cock — once. That bastard.
“Yeah, who would’ve guessed I like being sucked,” he grumbled.
“Your ears are so sensitive,” Wilson murmured, ignoring him and his frustration.
House smirked, getting an idea.
“I think Cuddy might allow it,” he said as casually as he could while Wilson trailed wet kisses down his neck.
“What?” Wilson asked, confused, but not enough to distract him from his task.
“You fucking me in the cafeteria,” House purred seductively, and Wilson froze almost comically. “Of course, she’d get her thong in a twist if we made a mess on the table, especially if you came inside me, but…”
Wilson moaned desperately against his neck as both his hands flew to House’s fly, fumbling with the button and zipper, and House grinned. Wilson impatiently pushed his jeans down over his boxers just enough to expose his cock, a small whimper escaping his throat as he looked over House’s shoulder as best he could. He stroked his right hand back up over House’s stomach, this time running it up under his button-up and T-shirt to caress House’s bare skin. House gasped at the heat of Wilson’s hand against his lower belly, but he didn’t have much time to bask in the feeling before Wilson was pulling his boxers down with his left hand.
“Fuck,” Wilson whispered just before he started stroking House’s throbbing cock, fast and hard.
House mewled, and Wilson moaned lustfully before rubbing his cock urgently against House’s ass and frantically kissing the back of his neck. House thrust into Wilson’s tight grip, fighting the urge to close his eyes and lean his head back on Wilson’s shoulder, and instead looking down to watch Wilson jerking him off. God, he was touching him expertly, teasing the head, twisting his fingers just right…
“Jimmy,” he whined, the sight of his cock slipping through Wilson’s fist combined with the unbelievable pleasure leaving him unable to think of a witty remark. “God, feels so good, f-fuck…” A particularly good stroke caught him off guard, and suddenly his knees felt weak. Wilson noticed, and held him tighter against him protectively, mouthing along the nape of his neck again.
“So is this what you wanted all week?” he teased breathlessly, moving his thumb to stroke House’s wet tip. House let out a lewd whimper, and Wilson’s rhythm faltered for a second before he started rocking his hips faster.
“Wasn’t…planning on this,” House moaned. “But if I’d known you wanted me that bad…” He licked his lips, smirking. “I would’ve just…oh, God…asked you to fuck me on the table.”
“House,” Wilson nearly growled, stroking his erection so insistently that the pleasure was overwhelming. House’s thighs began to tremble again as he felt his orgasm quickly building up in his lower belly.
“I’m close,” he whined, grinding his ass back against Wilson’s straining cock.
Wilson groaned, moving his mouth back to House’s ear and tracing his lips over the sensitive skin. “Come for me, House,” he murmured with a wet, hot kiss under his ear. “You’re so fucking hot like this, I can’t hold it back much longer…” Another kiss, to his earlobe this time. “Please, Greg, please come for me, I wanna see it, wanna hear you…” He pulled House’s earlobe into his mouth gently and sucked on it almost pornographically, rubbing the tip of House’s cock coaxingly.
House shuddered and cried out as he came into Wilson’s hand, moaning softly at the feeling of Wilson stroking him through it with his other hand. When he heard a distinct slurping sound behind his ear, his cock throbbed weakly as a fresh wave of arousal hit him. “Fuck, Jimmy,” he whimpered. “Are you…”
Wilson only moaned around his fingers in response, and House swallowed hard at the idea of him licking and sucking his hand clean.
Oh, how he wanted Wilson to fuck him on the cafeteria table.
Dimly, he realized Wilson was still grinding against his ass, making little noises of frustration and desperation, and he returned to rubbing back against him. He needed to hear and feel Wilson come, and he knew just how to push him over the edge.
“Fuck me,” he begged. “Please, Wilson, harder, I want you to come inside me…” Wilson let out a strangled moan, bringing his hand back to House’s stomach and holding him tightly. That gave House an idea, and he shifted his weight slightly before removing his left hand from the exam table, reaching around to grip Wilson’s ass and pull him closer. “I’ve wanted you all week, needed you, need you to come inside me, please…”
Wilson’s hips stuttered, sobbing with pleasure as he came in his pants, thrusting against House’s ass while gripping his hip with one hand and pressing the other lightly into his stomach. He panted and moaned while the waves of pleasure hit him, House breathing raggedly under his touch.
“Greg,” Wilson whispered tenderly as his breathing slowed, and House felt a twinge in his heart, turning around carefully in Wilson’s grasp to look at him.
Wilson was gazing at him, smiling affectionately, and House was suddenly struck with the realization that his best friend had looked at him like this before. Many times, in fact, but he had never recognized it for what it was until now.
Wilson glanced down, snorting as he realized that House was still basically half naked. House shivered as Wilson gently tucked his cock back into his boxers and zipped up his jeans. With that, he moved in closer again, wrapping a hand around House’s neck to bring him in for a warm kiss.
After they reluctantly separated their lips to breathe, Wilson nuzzled his face into House’s neck while holding him steady, and House pressed small kisses into Wilson’s hair.
A sudden knock on the door made them both jump violently.
“Wilson, are you in here?” Cuddy’s strident voice asked with a hint of concern, but mostly irritation. Wilson’s eyes widened in horror. “I can’t find House anywhere, and I can only assume that you’re either hiding him, or he’s holding you hostage until he gets out of clinic duty.” The doorknob jiggled. “And why is this door locked?” she demanded.
House grinned evilly at Wilson. “Sorry,” he yelled through the door before Wilson could stop him. “Emergency consult!”