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Interlude #3
by CausticChick
House stepped off the elevator and limped quickly into the lobby. Nurses scattered, and some interns squeaked and scurried away as he made his way into the crowded clinic, the doors banging and rattling on their hinges as he thundered past.
Brenda looked up from the computer at the nurses station and said, "Dr. House, there's a patient in exam room-" but then she stopped when House shot her a murderous glare. "Never mind," she mumbled. Grumbling under his breath about stupid nurses and stupider patients, House continued through to Cuddy's office.
"I'm sorry, but-" started Cuddy's assistant of the week as he rose from his seat.
House finally stopped his rampage and turned to stare down at the 98 pound weakling in a cheap suit. "Take a break," he rumbled.
"But I-"
"Now," House replied threateningly. The assistant's eyes widened in fear and he ran out of the room, grabbing his wallet off the desk. House smirked as he watched him run out of the hospital. The knowledge that Cuddy would have to find a new assistant made him feel a little bit better, but he still had a bone to pick with the good old Dean.
"CUDDY! I need-" House barged into Cuddy's office with a scowl but stopped in his tracks when he saw who was actually sitting at her desk. "I knew it!"
Wilson looked up from the computer screen and furrowed his brows in sheer confusion. "What do you know?"
"That you were really a man! It's about time you showed your true colors, Cuddy. Be yourself, that's what I always say." House screwed up his face as if thinking harder than usual. "But having surgery to look like Wilson is a little strange. How will I tell the two of you apart?" House sat in one of the chairs opposite Cuddy's desk and kicked up his heels on the smooth, wooden surface.
Wilson rolled his eyes. "What do you want?"
"I want to yell at Cuddy."
"She's not here," replied Wilson, turning his attention back to the computer screen. "She's speaking at a conference in Seattle."
"Pfft," said House. "No way. I bet she's pregnant and daddy sent her away so as not to embarrass the family." Wilson ignored him, and House twirled his cane for a few moments, the only sound in the room coming from the clickity-clack of Wilson's fingers on the keyboard. "What are you doing?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"Working," replied Wilson. "I'm acting Dean."
"And you didn't tell me? Jimmy, I'm hurt!" House whined. Wait a minute. If Wilson's Acting Dean, then maybe I can convince him to let me out of clinic duty. He'd have to handle this very carefully. "I-"
"No, I'm not letting you out of clinic duty," Wilson replied without looking up from the computer screen. House smirked. Wilson knew him too well. "Just because the cat's away, doesn't mean the mice can play. Unless by 'play' you mean, 'treat patients in the clinic'.Because you can do that all you want."
House stood and walked around to Wilson's side of the desk and hopped onto the edge so that he was blocking Wilson's view of the computer. He cocked his head to the side and looked off into the distance. "You know? I've always fantasized about doing it with the boss in the boss's office." He looked back at Wilson with mischief in his eyes. "But since she's not here..." he said with a waggle of his eyebrows.
"No, House," said Wilson. "I'm trying to work here."
"Pu-lease?" asked House. He batted his eyelashes which made the corners of Wilson's lips rise slightly in amusement. He and House had been secretly sleeping together for a few months, but nobody at work knew about it. Yet. And being caught in a compromising position in the boss's office while said boss was away at a conference was not the way he'd want the word to get out. House linked his ankles and swung his legs forward and back as he watched Wilson's mental battle.
"What about Josh?" asked Wilson.
House narrowed his eyes. "Who's Josh?"
"Cuddy's assistant."
House chuckled. "I don't think we have to worry about Josh."
It was Wilson's turn to narrow his eyes. "What did you do to him?"
"Nothing! He just ran away." House averted his gaze. "Inexplicably."
"Right," replied Wilson.
"Come on, Jimmy. Let's be bad."
Wilson leaned back in his chair and considered the man who sat, oh so innocently, on the desk in front of him. Damn, he looked good. Almost too good. There was a twinkle in his eye that was difficult to resist, and Wilson wasn't sure he wanted to. He could already feel himself getting hard just from looking at House's scruffy face, and he knew that if he didn't take care of it he'd be in rough shape for the rest of the day.
Wilson stood from the chair, and House unclasped his ankles at the same time, letting his legs fall open. Wilson stepped between them and leaned in close. "Well, the blinds are already closed."
House's face broke out into a full on smile. "That's my boy."
Wilson hooked a hand behind House's neck and crushed his mouth against his, and he winced slightly at the feel of House's stubble against his face and lips. After years of sleeping with people with smooth, silky skin, Wilson didn't know if he'd ever get used to the prickly feeling. He had to admit that it was exciting, that it was much more arousing then he could have ever thought. He knew in the back of his mind that it would only be that way with House, that no other man could ever compare.
House's lips parted and Wilson took advantage, delving his tongue inside House's eager mouth. House's tongue met him there and they tangled them together, then House returned the favor and pushed back into Wilson's mouth to battle him there. Wilson stepped closer into House's embrace, his arousal jutting against House's where their hips connected, with only two layers of fabric between them. Wilson felt House's groan more than heard it, and it only made him harder.
House moved his hands to Wilson's neck and began working on Wilson's tie. It was House's favorite, with light and dark blue, red, and silver diagonal stripes. He would die before he'd ever admit that he noticed Wilson's ties, but whenever he saw the oncologist where that particular tie a little shiver would run up and down his spine.
Instead of loosening it, House managed to make it tighter, and Wilson coughed.
"Sorry," said House. "I got a little over excited."
Wilson loosened and removed his tie, then threw it to the desk. He looked into House's eyes and smirked as he ground his hips against House's straining erection. "That makes two of us," he said, claiming House's lips once more. They soon removed each other's shirts, miraculously without ripping any buttons off. Wilson removed House's belt and dropped it on the floor, then unbuttoned the button at his waist and unzipped House's fly, his arousal springing free from his jeans. Wilson moaned into House's mouth as he slowly ran his fingers along the length of House's cock. House pressed him eyes shut and let the sensations spread through his body at Wilson's touch.
With his free hand, Wilson undid his own belt and pants, and pushed them to the ground along with his boxer briefs. House lifted himself up off the desk so that Wilson could remove his jeans, and they joined Wilson's pants on the floor. Now, free from the barriers of their clothing, the two doctors pressed their bodies together once more. They relished each other, the feel of skin on skin, hands skimming over jumping muscles, lips still on lips. House moved his roving hands down Wilson's bare back to his ass and squeezed lightly, pulling him even closer.
Wilson's hand moved between them and wrapped around House's shaft, causing House's breath to hitch in his throat. He groaned, the sound reverberating deep in his chest, and let his head roll back as Wilson kissed his throat and sucked on his quivering Adam's apple. Wilson began to move his hand, slowly and surely up and down his length and House's breaths became shallow and quick as he came closer to his peak. Wilson mouthed the spot where House's neck met his shoulder, laving at the sensitive skin there until a red mark began to form. He brushed his thumb across the tip of House's erection, and at the same time nipped House's neck with his teeth. House bucked his hips in response.
Sitting down on the desk chair, Wilson's lips began their descent, laying soft kisses down the middle of his chest to his abdomen, then following the trail of hair that ran from his navel to the apex of his thighs. House leaned back on his elbows to watch Wilson work, finding the sight of his friend and lover lavishing his attention on him incredibly erotic. When Wilson reached his destination, her licked a soft trail from the base to the tip, then pulled back and blew a hot breath across the moist path. House's whole body shuddered, and Wilson smiled against him at his response.
House closed his eyes once more as Wilson took the head of his cock in his warm, wet mouth. His tongue was circling the tip slowly, tasting the bitter-sweet of his pre-cum that had leaked out in anticipation of orgasm, and House was losing himself in the agonizing pleasure that the younger man was creating with those incredible lips. Then Wilson started to hum a song House couldn't identify, probably due to the fact that his brain had chosen that moment to leave his body. The vibrations against his swollen erection was a new sensation that House couldn't believe he had lived without, and it only brought him closer.
Wilson could sense that House was close to coming and he didn't want to get left behind. He wrapped a hand around his own shaft, wishing it was House's instead of his own. He knew that House would make it up to him later, though. No matter how selfish House was at work and with his friends and colleagues, he always made sure to give it all back in the bedroom. He began stroking himself as he swirled his tongue around House, then flicked his tongue across the head once more. He moved faster and faster, and House's hand flew to Wilson's head to splay his fingers through his feathery hair. He started to pant as Wilson took his scrotum in his free hand and tugged gently, and he involuntarily thrust his hips, burying his cock deep into Wilson's mouth as he came.
Wilson stood and stepped between House's legs once more and pressed himself against House's now flaccid penis. He ground his hips and thrust against him, and House brought his hand down to grip Wilson firmly. Wilson tensed and growled as he came, spurting across House's stomach and hand, then collapsed against him, both of them breathing raggedly.
In their post-coital bliss, House absentmindedly ran his hand through Wilson's hair as his head lay against his chest. When their breathing returned to normal, House reached over and picked up the box of tissue that sat on Cuddy's desk. Wilson stood up and grabbed a couple, then wiped House's stomach and hands with them before throwing the used tissues in the trash. They dressed in silence, each watching the other through hooded eyes. When they were both fully closed, Wilson sat back down at the desk. House was about to turn and leave when Wilson remembered that House had stormed into the office in anger earlier. "Hey. What did you want to yell at Cuddy?"
House narrowed his eyes as if deep in thought. "You know what? I can't remember."
Wilson raised a sarcastic eyebrow. "Was I that good?"
House winked at him, then turned towards the door. He pulled it open. "You coming over tonight?" he asked.
"Sure."
"Bring pizza," he said, then walked out the door, leaving Wilson shaking his head.
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Legal Disclaimer: The authors published here make no claims on the ownership of Dr. Gregory House and the other fictional residents of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Like the television show House (and quite possibly Dr. Wilson's pocket protector), they are the property of NBC/Universal, David Shore and undoubtedly other individuals of whom I am only peripherally aware. The fan fiction authors published here receive no monetary benefit from their work and intend no copyright infringement nor slight to the actual owners. We love the characters and we love the show, otherwise we wouldn't be here.
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