Was there ever any doubt? A special Two-For-Tuesday treat for all my Houseketeers.
I'm running out of things to say about Beta Goddess Carol, but these two required extra special sessions with the whips and stilettos. I've still got the welts, but it hurts so good.
Title: Party of Five
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson (Mention of others)
A/N-Takes place after "All In," but no spoilers.
Of all the times for Wilson to get pissy.
Just because House couldn’t resist a joke about how Cameron looked so good in the red dress they should invite her home for a threesome. Suddenly Dr. Kiss and Tell copped an attitude about not wanting to share. House had launched into his own riff on Wilson’s hypocrisy. The ride home had been exceedingly quiet.
Why did he have to choose anyway, he thought, knocking back his bedtime Vicodin. In fact, why couldn’t he have them all? He had an attractive group working for him. Why not use their combined capabilities?
Lying in bed, he let his fingers gently play over his cock as the picture came into focus.
First he’d have Chase and Foreman work in tandem. The blond sucking his cock; the dark one giving his balls thorough attention. Four gifted hands. Two very skillful tongues. Awesome.
The boys moved out of the picture, allowing Cameron to come in, still wearing the red dress. It was unwieldy, but he liked her in the dress, liked the stiff texture of the fabric against his skin. She’d have nothing on under it except a garter-belt and stockings, so she could push the dress up and straddle him. Oh god… She was hot and wet and tight and…Oh god!
He wrapped his hand around the full length, blindly reaching for the lube in his dresser drawer. He wanted them all. It might take a bit of acrobatics, but his fantasy leg worked perfectly and his puppets were in no position to complain, although Chase’s screams as House fucked him could be pain or pleasure. Foreman’s tongue was working its way along the crack of his ass, no doubt symbolically, and Cameron…he’d lost track of her until he realized she was the other slice of bread making a Chase sandwich.
Almost there. Hand moving so quickly he could explode at any minute, but not yet. It wasn’t quite right. Then he was there, standing in the door to see what he was missing.
Their eyes met and then…then….his legs started shaking and he could hear Cameron, Chase, Foreman, all moaning and groaning through their loud, lengthy orgasms, but all he could see through his own shuddering, sticky haze was Wilson.
He’d nearly fallen into a particularly smug doze when the door opened.
For a second, House thought that his fantasy had gone into instant replay, but the rest of the cast was nowhere to be seen. Wilson shuffled his feet in the doorway, ready to apologize and be invited in. It might be fun to make him suffer a few more hours, but House didn’t have the energy or the inclination.
His fantasy didn’t work without Wilson, and neither did his life.
And the bonus fic:
Fandom: House MD
A/N-Written for the teeming millions. You know who you are.
Wilson couldn’t get the idea out of his mind.
House bound and gagged. Arms and legs tied to the bed. Competely at Wilson’s mercy. Unable to use his clever hands or his vicious tongue. Completely hard, maybe in spite of himself. Writhing, squirming. Blue eyes glazed with arousal.
If only it could be done without risking pain to House’s leg. He wanted control, not pain.
For now there was only the fantasy and his hand, night after night, sometimes during the day as well.
Every nasty quip brought Wilson closer to taking the chance.
House never worried about hurting him.