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Dirty Old Bastard House and Cliche Exam Room 3 Sex
by brodeurbunny30
"Paging Dr. Wilson to Exam 3. Paging Dr. Wilson to Exam 3." House smirked, as he put down the receiver of the phone. This was the dirtiest trick he'd pulled on James yet. Ever since they had first started seeing each other, House had always come up with interesting ways of seducing Dr.Wilson at work. Today was no different. House had paged Wilson with his most stressed voice he could manage. Wilson must be panicking right now; running through the halls to rush to the exam room because House never sounds as worried and stressed as he did only moments ago over the PA system. House was a dirty old bastard, but a clever one.
He waited patiently by the door of the exam room, listening for the sound of hurried footsteps. He had taken two vicodin in preparation for this. Now, he waited. Five minutes past, and House was becoming restless. It was nearing ten minutes since his page, and he wondered if Wilson had caught on to his plan, and decided to ignore him.
But exactly twelve minutes after his page, House had been neurotically checking his watch, he heard a set of rushed footsteps in the hall. It had to be Wilson. House slinked to behind the door, waiting for James to enter. There was a turn at the handle, and James Wilson stepped into the room.
"House? Greg? What happened? I was in the middle of an exam---" His worried words caught in his mouth, as House snuck up behind him and wrapped a silk tie around his eyes quickly, and efficiently. House grinned naughtily as he tied a sturdy knot in the silk accessory. House reached one hand up to stroke Wilson's soft cheek with the back of his hand. Wilson swallowed hard, as House's other arm slipped around his waist, gripping him firmly from behind.
"Guess who." Wilson tried not to let House's throaty voice entice him, but it was difficult and he already felt his arousal press against his slacks.
"Well, by the sound of that gravelly, hoarse voice in my ear...I can only assume that you are.... Dr. Chase?" Wilson smirked. House didn't like to be compared to the young Australian doctor. House loosened his grip around Wilson's waist, and let his hand wander down to James' groin to grip his cock through his trousers. Wilson groaned out loud at the touch which was so forward, and so possessive.
"Guess again." Wilson thrust wantonly against House's grip without meaning to. He licked his lips and tried to string a sentence together. House already had him in the palm of his hands, literally, and he had only just walked into the room. House was indeed a dirty old bastard.
"House, you bastard. I can't believe you." His voice was tense, and breathless as House kept a pressured grip on Wilson's cock.
"Isn't the old, sex in exam room 3 a little clich?" House stayed silent, but he began to stroke him, slow and decisively. Wilson's hips bucked against his will. He was becoming frantic under House's expert touch.
"House, say something damnit. Oh God..."
House's other hand had begun to explore the skin along his throat and chest, as he felt House's lips touch the baby soft skin behind his ear. Wilson had planned on saying something, but his lips couldn't form the words as House nibbled his earlobe, then ran a string of butterfly kisses down his neck, finishing by teasing his collar bone under the thin cotton of his shirt.
After what seemed like hours worth of this sweet torture, House removed his hands from Wilson's body. A shiver of cold rushed through James' body as House freed him from his sensual grip. He tried to keep his breathing under control, though it was difficult with his eyes blind-folded, and his painfully hard erection straining against his slacks.
"House, where are you? What the hell is going on?" He was becoming anxious, and frustrated...and horny wasn't adequate enough to describe the amount of lust rushing through his veins right now.
"Don't move." House's voice was deep, and strong... and very commanding. Wilson shivered, as the words caused goose bumps to form on his skin. He heard the unmistakable sound of the door being locked, and the dusty shuffle of House's steps on the tile. House was close now. Wilson could feel the heat radiate from the older man's body, as he neared him. Again, he tried to speak.
"House..." But Greg's finger was on his lips, silencing him.
"Not one word, Wilson." He obeyed silently. God this man was enticing, and frustrating at the exact same time. Two hoarse words out of that man's throat, and you were fucking hard as a rock.
Wilson listened carefully as he stood in silence. He heard House wheel the exam room stool nearby; heard him sit. What he wasn't aware of was how close House was to him.
Greg grinned wickedly as he sat on the stool, and wheeled right up to Wilson. He felt himself harden as he looked into Wilson's blind-folded face. James was frantically licking, and re-licking his lips, as he waited nervously for his next move. God, how he loved having the younger doctor here, and completely at his mercy. You're a dirty, old bastard House. A dirty, old bastard. He grinned again as he reached up to slip the white lab coat from Wilson's shoulders, and dump it on the tile. Yes, yes you are.
Wilson let House remove his lab coat without any resistance, and he only tensed slightly as House's hands reached up to un-button his shirt and let it hang loose as his sides. His breath did physically catch when he felt House smooth his hands along his mid-section and reach around to grasp his buttocks firmly.
"You have a fantastic ass, Wilson." Were his words, as he kneaded his flesh through his trousers. Wilson groaned and rocked on his heels to House's motions. But House soon craved more than just that, he slipped his hands to the front of his pants and expertly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his slacks.
"Let's see if you dressed up for me, Wilson." James' response was a contented moan, as House slid his pants down to around his ankles. House was thoroughly enjoying his seat on the stool, even more so now that he was inches away from, and staring at, Wilson's bulge that was straining hard against soft, cotton black briefs. House let out an impressed whistle.
"My God Wilson, these are nice. Are these....Calvin Kleins?" Wilson bit his lip, as he tried to not grin under what he assumed was one of House's piercing gazes. He felt House reach one hand to his ass, and pull back the waistband to look at the label.
"They are Calvins." House then smoothed his hands up and down Wilson's hips, luxuriating in the feel of the extremely soft cotton. Wilson seemed to melt under House's talented touch. His hands were all over his hips, his ass, even brushing lightly over his length, threatening to send Wilson over the edge.
"Wilson, there are no words for how hot you look right now." James just kept biting his lip, fearing that he would come before any of the real fun started. He bit so hard, that he swore he was going to draw blood. Being blind-folded wasn't a bad thing. At least he couldn't see House staring at him, because if he did... there would be no chance of self-control. Though, if he were to be honest with himself... there was still little chance that he could resist tearing off the silk tie around his eyes and shoving House against the wall, and fucking him senseless. But this was House's game, and he was going to play, no ifs ands or buts.
Wilson had regained his composure only momentarily before he felt House hook his fingers under the waistband of his briefs and tug them down to the floor to join his pants. His sprung to its full length, and he shivered from the cool air washing against his uncovered skin. Wilson's breathing increased rapidly, as he waited for House's next move. He was blind-folded and naked in a hospital exam room, and thoroughly at the mercy of his extremely playful lover. It was single-handedly the most erotic thing he's ever experienced to date, but also the most nerve-wracking. He knew that House was staring at him from his seat on the stool. He could feel his soft breath near the skin of his abdomen. If only House would say something, or just touch him.
House must have sensed his silent begging, he bent lower in his seat, and wrapped his lips around the head of Wilson's painfully hard cock. James let out a strangled cry at the touch, his hands reaching out to grip House's shoulders. Wilson was panting now, and House hadn't even begun to move his tongue. God that man was a dirty bastard. House reached a hand out to grip the base of Wilson's cock, massaging his balls gently. James, again let out an exasperated groan.
Greg removed his lips from Wilson's length, which elicited a sharp intake of breath from his prey.
"Dr. Wilson, might I remind you that we are in a hospital exam room, on a floor with hundreds of staff milling around. Can you keep your passionate cries of sexual gratification to a minimum please?" Wilson laughed, but continued to remain silent. "There we go, good doctor." Wilson felt House pat him on the ass.
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