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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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