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House has finally hired a new fellow! Praise the lord!
He was working with only a team of zero for the moment, as his last crew quit a few months back. Guess some people just aren’t cut out for home invasions. Wilson had been begging him to hire anybody. The amount of times he had caught him bouncing ideas off a cadaver had gotten creepy. Needless to say, when he heard that House had hired an actual doctor, he was ecstatic! Until he saw him. He was…
Blonde.
With an accent.
And blue eyes.
Oh god.
The new guy, Robert he believes, is currently sitting in House’s office reading whatever the latest medical article that was out. Wilson brings him a cup of coffee to say hello. He’s only being polite.
“Hope you like your coffee sweet.”
Wilson places the cup down in front of him.
“Oh! Thank you.”
He sits down next to the boy. It's a nice way of making him think they are equals.
“James Wilson, head of oncology. You must be House’s new fellow.”
He places his hand out for the other to shake.
“That I am.”
Mini Brad Pitt shakes it. His grasp is overconfident to an embarrassing extent. Wilson feels a little bad for him.
“Robert Chase.”
Wilson gives him a polite smile and lets go of his hand. They both look around the room in an awkward silence.
“So, how’s the work treating you so far?”
“It’s interesting, that's for sure.”
Chase begins to rattle on about some patient they had before. Wilson follows along loosely. Whatever bizarre case he’s telling him about, House has already told him before in excruciating detail.
“And what of House?”
Chase pauses a little, narrowing his eyes and looking to the side.
“Well, uhm. He's… interesting. I’ve never had a boss so, uh, passionate.”
Wilson chuckles, “I’ve known that man for about ten years now. No need to be coy.”
Chase lets out a sigh of relief, laughing a little.
“Well, I guess he can be a bit of an arse.”
Wilson smiles at him.
“But really, he is passionate. Just… in his own odd way.”
The smile fades a little as Wilson quirks a brow. Chase rambles on.
“I mean - when he gets a case he’ll actually, take he’s all in. And the way his mind works? I’ve never seen anything like it. Like the last case we got - House was able to figure out it was aceruloplasminemia just by noticing a small twitch in the chick’s arm. Would have never guessed that in a million years.”
Chase has a small smile as he speaks. When he’s finished daydreaming, he looks back to Wilson’s face. He’s met with an odd stare. Maybe he’s said something wrong.
“Of course, it wouldn’t kill him to be a little nicer. Christ, he’s called me Skippy nine times this week already.”
It’s Tuesday, that’s why the joke should be funny. But the way that Wilson ‘laughs’, it doesn’t seem that he gets the joke.
“Ah, well. He is a hoot.”
Wilson stands up. As he pushes his chair in he looks down at the man. He looks nervous, a little sweaty, but he doesn’t look away.
“Best of luck, Dr. Chase.”
He smiles, nods, and is out the door.
# # #
“When I told you to hire someone to replace your last fellow, I didn’t mean hire the local pool boy.”
Wilson takes his shoes and coat off at the door of their apartment. He walks toward the couch where he finds a sleeping House. Prescription Passion plays on the TV and a beer bottle is tipping out of his hand. It’s a sort of endearing scene. On the TV, Brock Sterling is talking to some new hot nurse Wilson doesn’t recognize.
“Oh, please doctor. I need you to help me with this shot. I’m deathly afraid of big needles.”
She bends over a table, hiking up her skirt a little while holding a syringe out to Brock.
“I don’t know, Janice. You know Marie is waiting for me.”
Brocks says this, but makes no move to leave.
“She can wait.”
She wiggles her behind enticingly at him, and that’s all it takes apparently. He saunters over to the new nurse. The new blonde nurse.
“Ok, Janice. Get ready to feel a big prick.”
Wilson lifts his briefcase over House’s body and drops it on him. House lets out a huff and starts to groan as Wilson walks towards the kitchen. He digs around their kitchen cabinets, not looking for anything really.
“What have I done to upset mother hen now?” House calls from the living room.
“That boy you hired. What’s that about?!”
Wilson shuts the cabinet door a bit too harshly. He steps into the doorway, placing his hands on his hips. House peaks his head around the back of the couch.
“What? You told me to hire somebody, so I did.”
He turns his head back towards the tv, turning it up.
“Yeah, but I wasn’t expecting you to pick one up from the local brothel.”
Wilson moves in front of the tv, arms now crossed. House tries to bat him away, but the other man quickly overpowers him. When he gets the remote he turns the tv off.
“What is it.”
“What’s what?”
“Is it the eyes?”
House scoffs
“I don’t even know what you’re-”
“The hair.”
“You’re such a-”
“Don’t tell me it’s that dumb accent.”
“It’s his mouth.”
Wilson goes stock still.
“Can you blame me? You should see him lick on one of those hospital suckers. I mean, wow-”
In an instant, Wilson is on him. His hands wrap tightly around the collar of House’s tee shirt, shaking him slightly. He brings their faces close together. Wilson’s face is red hot mad before leaning in and closing the gap. He kisses like he means to eat House’s face off. He bites his bottom lip roughly, pulling it back then letting it go. He licks over the lip before moving down farther. Kissing his chin, neck, collar bone. He snakes a hand underneath his shirt. Feeling the hair along his stomach, he follows the trail higher until his fingers grasp over his chest. He traces a finger lightly over his nipple. He grabs it and twists roughly.
“Yeoouch!! What was that for?!”
“I’m still-”
Wilson kisses the side of his ear.
“mad at you.”
He shifts down until his face is near House’s stomach.
“Oh, like you’ve never hired a sexy assistant before.”
He undoes the button of his jeans.
“Perhaps.”
Zipper down.
“But if my memory serves me correctly-”
He pulls the jeans down below his groin.
“I was swiftly punished for it.”
He breathes deeply over his crotch.
“We both know that that red head was too far.”
Wilson pulls his head back.
“And that new one that you hired isn’t?”
House rolls his eyes.
“Oh my god. We get it. You’re not as young as you used to be, and now you’re self conscious whenever any other younger, prettier guy with daddy issues comes within fifty feet of me.”
“You think he’s prettier than me?”
House rolls his eyes harder.
“Is that what I said?”
Wilson makes a miffed noise and gets off the couch.
“Oh my - are you seriously not gonna blow me?!”
“Well, you know how hot I get when you call me old and ugly.”
House can see from the couch that Wilson is putting his shoes back on. He’s seen this trick a hundred times before. This is what Wilson does whenever he wants House to think he’s really mad at him. Wilson wants to make him think he’s going out to find a young blonde of his own. But it just seems to take so long for him to get his shoes on whenever this happens.
Drama queen.
House pulls his pants up and hops off the couch. Wilson starts opening the door when House’s hand plants above his head keeping it closed. He can feel House press his body against his own back, encasing him between his body and the door. The pressure makes him embarrassingly aroused.
“Did you really hire that guy because he’s hot?”
He feels House’s breath puff on the back of his neck.
“I hired him because he’s a good doctor. And his dad made a phone call. It was just a bonus that he was hot.”
Wilson twists around beneath him. Grabbing his collar once more, he pulls him in for another kiss. It’s just as passionate as the one before, if not just a little less spiteful. Wilson sucks on the sweet spot behind houses ear that shoots off lovely jitters throughout his entire body. The oncologist takes his moment of weakness to flip them around, pinning House against the door. He quickly gets to his knees, easily yanking down House’s jeans down to his ankles. He takes his time pulling down his boxers, shimming them down in the dorkiest way. Wilson nips on the inside of his thigh until he reaches the base of House’s semi hard cock. He leans back a little to look at it before taking the whole thing in his mouth. House lets out a low moan as he watches the younger man work his mouth to make him completely hard. Wilson pulls back again admiring his work. He breathes lightly on his head as he looks up at the other man.
“Tell me about how Chase licks his suckers.”
Oh this freaky bitch!
“Getting pointers now? How cute.”
The comment earns him a flick on his tip.
“Ow, ow hey! Quit doing that!”
Wilson lifts a brow, but places a light kiss over his head as an apology.
“Tell me.”
Wilson looks up earnestly.
“Well, when he has a sucker - cherry flavor by the way. Just in case it can enhance your performance.”
Wilson rolls his eyes
“He swirls his tongue around it a couple times, no exactly three times before putting the whole thing in his mouth.”
Without a second wasted Wilson follows House’s instructions. His tongue goes around the tip of his erection precisely three times before taking house as deep as he can. House stares down at him for a while, watching him struggle to breath, but never pulling off. Wilson waits to hear the next instructions.
“Alright, then he slowly drags it out of his mouth and rubs it against his tongue. Maybe five times.”
On cue Wilson pulls back, happy to be able to breathe again. As he flattens his tongue and smoothly rubs it back and forth against House's length, he wonders if Chase really does eat his suckers this way. If he does, there's at least ten new issues he has with the guy.
“Yeah, yeah now suck just the tip. Oh yeah.”
House puts a hand in his hair and roughly tugs him further down his shaft, taking pleasure in Wilson's startled gags. He pumps himself with the other man's mouth a few times before pulling Wilson back to give him a moment to breathe. Wilson gives him a short nod and he’s back on him. The whole scene is just plain lewd. He can tell House’s leg is starting to bother him, so he tries to pick up the pace. He hums around his length, making sure to tighten his lips the way House likes. The older man suddenly pulls his head back and pumps himself a few times before coming on his face.
“Oh - you!! I told you to warn me when you do that!”
“What? I thought you liked the surprise.”
House wipes his hand over Wilson’s face, smearing the come and drool around. The sensation makes Wilson cringe. He grabs for his friend’s arm to pull him away, but House loses balance and falls on top of him, sending them both to the ground. They both try to catch their breaths as they lay on the ground. Everything on Wilson’s face is freaking him out more and more by the minute, so he grabs the end of House’s tee shirt to wipe it away. House lets him do it without a word. He notices the tent in his friends pants. He circles his bulge over his slacks with his palm, but Wilson smacks him away.
“Not right now. I’m tied.”
“And you’re trying to tell me you’re not old.”
“I’m not - ugh!”
Wilson whines and rolls away from House. He puts his head in his hands as he lays on his stomach. A pair of lanky hands begin to massage is back.
“I’m not tossing you away for jailbait. Frankly, I don’t think Chase could handle all of this hot bod.”
Wilson snorts.
“Seriously, you gotta have just the right amount of daddy issues. Too little and it’s boring. Too much and then it’s just sad.”
“I persume he has too much?”
“He gives Jesus a run for his money. Him and J man probably trade stories in Catholic bible study.”
“A catholic too, hmm? Must be your dream.”
“A dream I have to let die. I’ve settled for a just right amount of parental trauma jew.”
House kisses the back of his neck while Wilson laughs.
“Ok, ok you win. You can take me to bed, daddy.”
House thanks god for daddy issues.