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Fic: Lab Coats
Title: Lab Coats
Author:kiwi_from_hell
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: House/Wilson
Disclaimer: What, you think I'd take responsiblity for something like 'Informed Consent'?
Summary: It's smut. And it's about lab coats. Set immediately after 'Control'. Don't look for a plot, you'll only hurt yourself.
Notes: I figured fic was needed after the last episode, but since what I'm working on right now will probably take a while to get done, I'm posting this. I wrote it for a friend a little while ago. No great literary work, it was designed for fun and fun alone.
One thing Wilson had never expected to see was House standing in his back garden in the middle of the night. He had also never expected to see House in a lab coat, and he at no point in his life imagined that one day he would be peering out of the window of his marital bedroom, to see the gay man who co-ordinated his extra-marital activities throwing stones to gain his attention.
Life is funny like that.
Life is fun like that.
Wilson locked eyes with House for a brief moment, trying to appear stern, trying to appear like he wasn’t just dying to dash downstairs. If he let House think he could get away with this, the next step would be House turning up for dinner and dragging Wilson off to the bathroom between the main course and dessert. Wilson didn’t try to appear too stern.
With a quick glance at Julie, who sure enough was sleeping peacefully - Wilson was suddenly pleased he snored, so she had learnt to ignore noises in the night - Wilson pulled the curtains closed and crossed the room in the dark. He fumbled for his robe, but after stubbing his toe twice on…something, decided the night was warm enough to go outside in his boxers.
Wilson’s garden was the picture of suburbia; a pristine lawn lined with prim flower beds. All that was missing was a white picket fence. He’d have to settle for a wiry man in a lab coat – he’d never seen the attraction in picket fences anyway.
“What are you doing here, House?” he whispered from the back step. Shivering, he realised he’d over estimated the warmth of New Jersey summer nights.
“I’m showing my appreciation for keeping your mouth shut on the transplant committee by wearing my lab coat. It still itches,” House pouted.
“I think Cuddy and Vogler cared more about the lab coat than I did.”
“You’re the only one who wouldn’t just throw a bucket of cold water out of your window when you saw me though. That makes you special.” House walked towards Wilson, meeting him at the side of the house.
“Well gee, I feel all warm and fuzzy inside,” Wilson smirked. “Except for the part where you dragged me out into the freezing cold in the middle of the night.” Verbal parry and thrust, they exchanged it every time. Wilson would pretend he was just pissed off at House’s usual antics, and House would play at flirting and seduction, while they both tried to push each other into making a definite move.
“You should wear a coat,” House said.
“Yeah, I guess I should,” Wilson’s eyes roved down House’s body, and the bare calves confirmed his suspicions. When House said he was wearing his lab coat, he was giving a thorough description of his outfit. “I know you’re not the gentlemanly type, but mind if I borrow yours?”
Even before Wilson put his arm through the second sleeve of the lab coat, he felt a lot warmer. House standing naked in his garden certainly had the effect of getting his blood flowing. His boxers felt a bit tight.
House stood inches away from him, hair silvery in the moonlight, lips shining and wet and warm breath caressing his cheek. Wilson bent into to expectantly parted lips, brushing them with his own and teasing them with the tip of his tongue. He raised his hand to cup the back of House’s neck.
Wilson gasped as House propelling himself forward, turning the gentle kiss fierce and slamming Wilson into the wall of the house. In a split second he mentally noted they had just trampled a flower bed, then turned his focus to House’s neck. He kissed the soft skin and drew a fingernail along House’s jaw line. Tingling from the touch of House’s roaming hands, Wilson licked from his collar bone to his ear and bit down gently on the lobe, running his tongue over the flesh held between his teeth. House’s hands were on his back and stomach, turning in slow, lazy circles and ghosting teasingly lower.
“Come on,” Wilson whispered, breathless, and urging House on before he even realised he’d spoken.
“Hmm?” House was kissing his chest, and spoke murmured words against his skin. “‘Come on’ what?”
“Come on, stop playing and…God,” Wilson moaned the last word. House had bent down to one knee, lowered Wilson’s boxers and pressed his lips to his hipbone.
House’s mouth was tantalisingly close to Wilson’s cock, but despite the hands in his hair pushing him downwards, House ran his tongue over the curve of jutting hip, holding the opposite side firmly with his fingers digging into Wilson’s back and his thumb rubbing in circles. He nipped, pinching the skin between his teeth and tugging it back and Wilson arched his back against the cold, stone wall. His face was flushed and his mouth hung open.
When House ran his fingers along his own cock, he moaned against Wilson’s hip. Wilson had to fight down a groan as the vibrations ran through his body. Vaguely, somewhere in the back of his mind, Wilson hoped Julie couldn’t hear anything.
“Please, House…” he choked out.
House laughed quietly, mouth still pressed to his hip and that feeling was almost more delicious than the moan.
“Please,” Wilson repeated. He felt House smile against him.
House took two tentative swipes at the tip with his tongue and Wilson’s head fell forward. He looked down at House as he pulled his tongue from the base to head of his cock, then took it into his mouth. The wet, enveloping warmth radiated through him, and Wilson moaned deeply from the pit of his stomach. He kept his eyes open, locking on the sight of House’s bobbing head, the occasional flash of blue as House looked up at him. Wilson’s breath ripped through his chest in gasps. He felt everything in his body tighten. House’s tongue rolled around his cock. Chipping his nails, Wilson scrabbled at the wall, trying to find something to hold on to, until one hand found the top of House’s head. Wilson couldn’t control his hips bucking, thrusting forward into House’s mouth, and spots swam in front of his eyes.
Between the blur, he saw House take his own cock in his hand and start rubbing rapidly, tugging and pulling in desperate strokes. Wilson felt House moan around him and was pushed over the edge, coming in a shuddering gasp that was so close to pain it was euphoric. In the post orgasm haze, sliding down the rough wall as his knees buckled, he was dimly aware of House crying out and then his warm body falling against him.
“Ungahf…” House murmured.
“Huh?” Wilson cracked open an eye.
“Nothing, just incoherent post coital sounds of appreciation. I’m gonna need my coat back.”
“Uh huh.” Wilson nodded.
“And you need to go back upstairs.”
“Uh huh…damn. I hope she didn’t hear anything.” He blinked and sat himself up, breathing in the cool air to make himself more alert.
“Neither of us have been murdered, so I guess not.” House smiled. “See you tomorrow.” He hoisted himself off the ground and helped Wilson shrug the lab coat off.
“Uh huh.” A wicked grin spread across Wilson’s face. “Hey, do you want to come to dinner tomorrow night?”
Title: Lab Coats
Author:
kiwi_from_hellRating: NC-17
Pairing: House/Wilson
Disclaimer: What, you think I'd take responsiblity for something like 'Informed Consent'?
Summary: It's smut. And it's about lab coats. Set immediately after 'Control'. Don't look for a plot, you'll only hurt yourself.
Notes: I figured fic was needed after the last episode, but since what I'm working on right now will probably take a while to get done, I'm posting this. I wrote it for a friend a little while ago. No great literary work, it was designed for fun and fun alone.
One thing Wilson had never expected to see was House standing in his back garden in the middle of the night. He had also never expected to see House in a lab coat, and he at no point in his life imagined that one day he would be peering out of the window of his marital bedroom, to see the gay man who co-ordinated his extra-marital activities throwing stones to gain his attention.
Life is funny like that.
Life is fun like that.
Wilson locked eyes with House for a brief moment, trying to appear stern, trying to appear like he wasn’t just dying to dash downstairs. If he let House think he could get away with this, the next step would be House turning up for dinner and dragging Wilson off to the bathroom between the main course and dessert. Wilson didn’t try to appear too stern.
With a quick glance at Julie, who sure enough was sleeping peacefully - Wilson was suddenly pleased he snored, so she had learnt to ignore noises in the night - Wilson pulled the curtains closed and crossed the room in the dark. He fumbled for his robe, but after stubbing his toe twice on…something, decided the night was warm enough to go outside in his boxers.
Wilson’s garden was the picture of suburbia; a pristine lawn lined with prim flower beds. All that was missing was a white picket fence. He’d have to settle for a wiry man in a lab coat – he’d never seen the attraction in picket fences anyway.
“What are you doing here, House?” he whispered from the back step. Shivering, he realised he’d over estimated the warmth of New Jersey summer nights.
“I’m showing my appreciation for keeping your mouth shut on the transplant committee by wearing my lab coat. It still itches,” House pouted.
“I think Cuddy and Vogler cared more about the lab coat than I did.”
“You’re the only one who wouldn’t just throw a bucket of cold water out of your window when you saw me though. That makes you special.” House walked towards Wilson, meeting him at the side of the house.
“Well gee, I feel all warm and fuzzy inside,” Wilson smirked. “Except for the part where you dragged me out into the freezing cold in the middle of the night.” Verbal parry and thrust, they exchanged it every time. Wilson would pretend he was just pissed off at House’s usual antics, and House would play at flirting and seduction, while they both tried to push each other into making a definite move.
“You should wear a coat,” House said.
“Yeah, I guess I should,” Wilson’s eyes roved down House’s body, and the bare calves confirmed his suspicions. When House said he was wearing his lab coat, he was giving a thorough description of his outfit. “I know you’re not the gentlemanly type, but mind if I borrow yours?”
Even before Wilson put his arm through the second sleeve of the lab coat, he felt a lot warmer. House standing naked in his garden certainly had the effect of getting his blood flowing. His boxers felt a bit tight.
House stood inches away from him, hair silvery in the moonlight, lips shining and wet and warm breath caressing his cheek. Wilson bent into to expectantly parted lips, brushing them with his own and teasing them with the tip of his tongue. He raised his hand to cup the back of House’s neck.
Wilson gasped as House propelling himself forward, turning the gentle kiss fierce and slamming Wilson into the wall of the house. In a split second he mentally noted they had just trampled a flower bed, then turned his focus to House’s neck. He kissed the soft skin and drew a fingernail along House’s jaw line. Tingling from the touch of House’s roaming hands, Wilson licked from his collar bone to his ear and bit down gently on the lobe, running his tongue over the flesh held between his teeth. House’s hands were on his back and stomach, turning in slow, lazy circles and ghosting teasingly lower.
“Come on,” Wilson whispered, breathless, and urging House on before he even realised he’d spoken.
“Hmm?” House was kissing his chest, and spoke murmured words against his skin. “‘Come on’ what?”
“Come on, stop playing and…God,” Wilson moaned the last word. House had bent down to one knee, lowered Wilson’s boxers and pressed his lips to his hipbone.
House’s mouth was tantalisingly close to Wilson’s cock, but despite the hands in his hair pushing him downwards, House ran his tongue over the curve of jutting hip, holding the opposite side firmly with his fingers digging into Wilson’s back and his thumb rubbing in circles. He nipped, pinching the skin between his teeth and tugging it back and Wilson arched his back against the cold, stone wall. His face was flushed and his mouth hung open.
When House ran his fingers along his own cock, he moaned against Wilson’s hip. Wilson had to fight down a groan as the vibrations ran through his body. Vaguely, somewhere in the back of his mind, Wilson hoped Julie couldn’t hear anything.
“Please, House…” he choked out.
House laughed quietly, mouth still pressed to his hip and that feeling was almost more delicious than the moan.
“Please,” Wilson repeated. He felt House smile against him.
House took two tentative swipes at the tip with his tongue and Wilson’s head fell forward. He looked down at House as he pulled his tongue from the base to head of his cock, then took it into his mouth. The wet, enveloping warmth radiated through him, and Wilson moaned deeply from the pit of his stomach. He kept his eyes open, locking on the sight of House’s bobbing head, the occasional flash of blue as House looked up at him. Wilson’s breath ripped through his chest in gasps. He felt everything in his body tighten. House’s tongue rolled around his cock. Chipping his nails, Wilson scrabbled at the wall, trying to find something to hold on to, until one hand found the top of House’s head. Wilson couldn’t control his hips bucking, thrusting forward into House’s mouth, and spots swam in front of his eyes.
Between the blur, he saw House take his own cock in his hand and start rubbing rapidly, tugging and pulling in desperate strokes. Wilson felt House moan around him and was pushed over the edge, coming in a shuddering gasp that was so close to pain it was euphoric. In the post orgasm haze, sliding down the rough wall as his knees buckled, he was dimly aware of House crying out and then his warm body falling against him.
“Ungahf…” House murmured.
“Huh?” Wilson cracked open an eye.
“Nothing, just incoherent post coital sounds of appreciation. I’m gonna need my coat back.”
“Uh huh.” Wilson nodded.
“And you need to go back upstairs.”
“Uh huh…damn. I hope she didn’t hear anything.” He blinked and sat himself up, breathing in the cool air to make himself more alert.
“Neither of us have been murdered, so I guess not.” House smiled. “See you tomorrow.” He hoisted himself off the ground and helped Wilson shrug the lab coat off.
“Uh huh.” A wicked grin spread across Wilson’s face. “Hey, do you want to come to dinner tomorrow night?”
