Title: Selfish Bastard
Fandom: House MD
Rating: Hard R
Written for the hc_smut_a_thon with a prompt of Jealous!House Goes Wild.
Full of spoilers for Season 3.
Thanks to the beautiful kj_draft for doing beta and letting me borrow her Het-glasses.
Warning: Sorry slashers, nothing to see here.
Summary: What really happened after Top Secret.
That</i> was why she’d abandoned any pretense of interest in Sebastian Charles and why the her whole “getting high and doing Chase” adventure hadn’t led to anything further. Until now, apparently.
Something must have been building up between Chase and Cameron while he was distracted with Tritter and the shit-storm the cop had unleashed. Too much time pretending to quit drugs; not enough time keeping track of his employee’s sex lives.
Obviously she wanted him to know. The matching wet-hair was very cute. Like she couldn’t have taken a few more minutes to borrow Chase’s blow-dryer on a cold morning.
He told himself he didn’t care and maybe he didn’t, but then she had to come in and kiss him. The moment he kissed back, let his tongue slide against hers, if only for a second, everything changed.
House had been through hell and more hell. He deserved something better than walking into a janitor’s closet to find his girl Cameron, half naked with Chase pawing her like a horny teenager.
His first reaction was a self-congratulatory smirk, but he quickly assumed a hard-won mask of indifference as the reality set it. He gave himself an extra few seconds to take in the details of her body and see how they matched up with the images that had playing in his private peep-show for the last two years.
By the time he got back to his comfortable chair, House was anything but comfortable. He ran through the usual litany: too young, too pretty, too needy and now apparently too slutty. None of it mattered. He wanted her and his body wouldn’t take “no” for an answer.
He sent her a page with a two word message:
She got there in two minutes. Her hair was back in a ponytail, with only a few loose tendrils as evidence of someone else’s hands running through it.
“Lock the door and close the blinds.”
She obeyed, leaving them with privacy and darkness.
“What do you want, House?” She challenged, standing close enough for him to look, but giving herself plenty of room to escape if she didn’t like what she heard.
You can have a life with him or you can have a life with me. It’s not easy, but it is simple.
Tempting, but stupid. An ultimatum was not the way forward. Cameron had fallen in love with him because he was a bastard. She’d have to fuck him for the same reason.
“Was Baby Doc able to finish?”
“Would you have been?”
House dropped his voice to a growl.
“Cuddy, Wilson and the Princeton marching band could have shown up. If I had you like that, nothing would stop me from finishing what I started. How about you, Dr. Cameron? You started something here last week. Are you prepared to finish it?”
“Would it be an end or a beginning?”
“That’s up to you, Alison.” He drew her name out at the same time he was unbuttoning his jeans, showing her exactly what she’d done to him.
Her mouth opened slightly, a dreamy expression on her face as she made her way toward him. House was starting to feel the slightest bit unreal himself. After nearly three years of keeping her at bay, he was now demanding her attention because she’d managed to make him jealous. With Chase, of all people.
She knelt at the foot of his chair and reached out toward his straining cock. It felt like she was moving in slow motion and that the contact would never happen. When it did, the first touch was enough to make him sigh with pleasure. Her hand was warm and inquisitive, alternately caressing and squeezing him with a confidence that grew as his erection did, making it clear how much he wanted her.
Soft hand replaced by hot, teasing lips, and skillful tongue. Nothing shy or tentative, as though she’d been sucking him off for years. Maybe she’d been fondling herself, mouth gaping in the darkness, practicing for this moment all the time he’d been thinking about her.
He wanted to fuck her, push her up against a wall, or down on the floor, or even pull her on top of him in the chair, but it had been a bad leg day and she didn’t seem inclined to give up the power she currently had over his mind and body.
His eyes closed tightly as he gave up the last vestiges of detachment to Cameron’s insistent mouth, moaning softly around him, as she brought him closer to gibbering lunacy.
Hands and mouth working together. Softness and strength, heat and moisture, stroking and sucking. So good. So hot. Up and down, setting a rhythm that seemed to vibrate through his whole being. As she took him deeper and sucked harder, he felt his hands reaching out, wanting desperately to touch her, but she was too far away.
House’s body tensed, the thigh making itself briefly felt before his hips rose and oh god, he was coming, pumping, giving himself to Cameron and she was sucking, swallowing, leaving him drained and light-headed.
Cameron, I love you.
Ragged groans escaped his lips, but the words themselves were held back, lest she instantly fall into his arms with dreams of white-picket fences and freedom from verbal-abuse in the office.
She’d cleaned him off and buttoned him and now she was leaving. For once he didn’t know what to say.
“Beginning or ending?” he managed to get out, in a hoarse whisper.
“You know where to find me. Now it’s your turn to finish something.”
He let himself relax into the brief window of endorphin induced bliss, thinking he was still safe from the perils of entanglement, if he wanted to be.
But that would mean leaving her to Chase, or someone else, and House had never been good at sharing.