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"Two Drink Minimum" House/Wilson/Amber Rated R Wordcount-300

Title: Two Drink Minimum
Fandom: House MD
Threesome:House/Wilson/Amber
Rating: R
Wordcount: 300
Notes: Written for photoash, who stumped me in the Stump The Writer meme and gave me the prompt: Wilson and Impotence - House/Wilson preferred. Takes place during Season 4, no spoilers for Season 5. Thanks to leiascully for hard-core beta services.

Summary: Two's company; three's a party.



Two drinks, just two.

At least he only remembered two, but the result was undeniable and humiliating, especially under Amber’s glare and House’s smirk.

“Do something!” Amber demanded, speaking not to him, but to House, who seemed oddly compliant, as he did when’d just maneuvered Cuddy into ordering him to do exactly what he’d intended in the first place. Wilson lay back on the bed unable to voice an objection.

He could never resist House, especially House’s mouth or hands on him, coaxing Little Jimmy back to life. Wilson felt both aroused and ashamed, but clearly the jig was up as far as Amber was concerned. She was too smart not to know what had been going on all along and here was the proof, as his cock hardened against House’s tongue.

At the first signs of resurgence, Amber narrowed her eyes and joined House on the bed, demanding a place at the feast, apparently unwilling to be outdone in the one area of their one-upsmanship in which she was sure she had the upper hand.

Wilson lay back, enjoying the attentions of the two people he cared most for, luxuriating in the competitive nature of their desire, driving each of them to touch and caress him as though he were the most important thing in the world.

He closed his eyes, losing track of who was doing what and which parts went where, who was sucking, and who was stroking, which fingers had entered him, until their combined forces led to a climax that left him panting with gratitude.

When he woke up, Wilson was alone in bed. He found Amber on the couch and House nowhere in sight.

Only his hangover spoke the truth.

It was a dream that would never come true.
Tags: drabble, greg house, house/wilson, housefic, james wilson
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