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03 September 2006 @ 11:13 pm
HMDFanFic: Music, I can see [GH/JW]  

Title: Music, I can see

Author: cs_whitewolf

On Website: beyond-redemption.net

Rating(s): R/18-Rated.

Pairing(s): Gregory House/ James Wilson.
Warning(s): Sexual Situations; Mentions of Drug Use.

Word Count: 1215words.

Summary: Unbetad. Set during 2.12 Distractions, House is high, half-naked and hallucinating in the locker room. Wilson goes to see if he can be of any help.

Prompt: Written as part of my 100_situations House/Wilson Table. #o76 Music.

A/N: If anyone would like to prompt me on one of the prompts for my 100_Situations table, please feel free to do so!


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Music, I can see


House looked up with a lopsided grin, his gaze a lazy glazed look of bliss as Wilson entered the locker room. It was a look Wilson knew had nothing to do with him being there and everything to do with whatever it was House had thought to take to get high this time.


“Can’t you just try to be normal for once, House?” Wilson asked with a long suffering sigh as he moved over towards his friend, reaching out to grip at his chin and tip his head upwards. He made to check House’s pupils, shaking his head as House tilted his face back down, nuzzling his nose into the palm of his hand instead.


“House,” Wilson reached out will his other hand, gripping the older man’s head in both hands and lifting his head once more. House blinked slowly at him, still smiling that goofy half-stoned smile at him.


“What am I going to do with you?” Wilson mumbled, raising his eyebrows when House’s eyes seemed to light up, his hands coming up to Wilson’s waist and tugging him forward with a jerk. Wilson stumbled closer, reaching out to brace one hand against the wall to keep his balance.


“I can see the music, Wilson.” House said, happily, as he slipped his hands up Wilson’s suddenly un-tucked shirt.


“Just how high are you, House?” Wilson gained his bearings, gripping at House’s wandering hands and pulling them from their stroking explorations of his abdomen. He wasn’t sure whether to think House was just too far gone to know what he was doing, or if he was just high enough to not care less.


“I can see the music.” House repeated, twisting his wrists free from Wilson’s hold and pushing himself up from the bench with surprising agility. He grabbed at Wilson’s waist once more, this time keeping the Oncologist from tripping backwards as House was suddenly towering into his personal space, their bodies pressing intimately together for a moment until Wilson took a deliberate step back, his eyes narrowing at the predatory look dancing across House’s face as the older man refused to let him go, choosing instead to take a step forward for every step backwards till Wilson was in fact tripping over the ledge into the shower- his back soon coming to a thumping stop against the wet tiles of the shower stall.


He could feel the droplets of House’s most recent shower soaking through his shirt as he was pressed upon from back and front; House’s breathing hot and heavy against his ear, his stubble rubbing enticingly against his cheek as House turned his face to press kisses along his jaw.


“House-,” Wilson breathed, hands pressing futilely at House’s chest as if he had any intention of stopping his friend’s advances. “House you’re-,”


“High?” House breathed against his skin, dragging his lips up to his mouth and hovering tantalisingly close above his mouth. “Stoned?” He grinned, blinking frantically as if to bring Wilson into clearer focus; musical notes dancing across the young doctor’s face, stroking along the pout of his bottom lip, teasing across the flush of those delicate cheekbones.


“Too far gone to know what I’m doing?” House shifted closer, slipping himself into a better position against Wilson, their hips falling into place with a rubbing friction that pulled a gasp from Wilson and a throaty moan from House who rotated his hips once more, pushing closer, deeper.


“House,” His name came out as a strangled call this time, Wilson’s hands moving to grip at House’s shoulders, squeezing his fingers into the bared flesh beneath his grasp.


“I know exactly what I’m doing, Jimmy.” House licked at Wilson’s lips, dragging his tongue over Wilson’s bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. The gesture turning into a full press of lips and parting mouths- House’s tongue forcing its way into Wilson’s mouth with no pretence at seduction and Wilson found he really could not complain as his brain took leave of his senses and he found all the blood in his body migrating downwards.


“House!” A groan this time as House ripped his shirt open with a growling sound, his head dipping to bite at Wilson’s collarbone the moment it was exposed to his rapacious gaze.


Wilson gripped one hand over the back of House’s head, his own thrown back against the tiles as House’s hands slipped to his belt buckle, making short work of the fastenings and for another moment Wilson wondered just how high House really was, or was pretending to be, or was…


“Oh, god,” Wilson moaned as his zipper was tugged down; pants and boxers slipping down his hips in one swift movement and it wasn’t until House pressed their bodies together once more that he realised House’s towel had somehow been lost between their stumbling into the shower stall and his own clothing being removed.


“Just Greg will do for now.” House replied cockily, his lips twisting upwards.


Wilson had no chance to form a coherent response, finding instead that his rationality was thrown into senselessness as House’s lips found his mouth and his hand found his erection, slipping between their bodies to grip at his cock and stroke him long and hard, pulling gasping, choking moans from him with each touch.


“Can you see the music, Wilson?” House asked, pulling his mouth away and panting breathlessly into his ear. His eyes were squeezed shut but even behind his darkened lids, the music danced- bright and vibrant and urging, urging, stroking, and thrusting; he adjusted his grip on Wilson, taking hold of his own erection and pumping them both in awkward unity.


The grip was tricky, their thrusting erratic, the music dizzying to him and Wilson was high on something else altogether, incoherent and babbling as they rubbed against each other, rutting without control- it was perfect, inconsistently harmonized; the blood pumping through their veins, building to a crescendo that rushed through them with mutual gasps and one perfect moment of blissfully nothingness in which the world stopped for a time and they slumped against each other with breathlessness.


House grinned against Wilson’s ear, nipping at the other man’s neck and amusing himself with the yelp Wilson gave in response.


“I need you to prescribe me anti-depressants.” House said casually, as if he weren’t standing naked in a shower stall with one very rumpled and semi-clothed Wilson pressed beneath his naked form.


Wilson’s hands slipped down to his chest once more, pushing slightly against him in a silent bid to gain his personal space once more. House pressed an open-mouthed kiss against his neck, reaching round to twist at one of the taps before stepping backwards just as a spray of cold-water jetted out of the showerhead above Wilson.


Wilson’s girlish scream was a new kind of music to his ears as he stepped out of the stall and fetched a fresh towel for himself. And one for Wilson too, he mused as a second thought.


The droplets of water running down the Oncologist's soaked form when he stepped from the shower danced vibrantly before his eyes and House could only give Wilson another of his lopsided grins.


“I can still see the music.” House said and Wilson could only throw his hands up in exasperation.


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Fin.


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mood: productiveproductive
music: § The Killers [Q!Radio]
 
 
 
drank champagne that tasted like cherry-cola: where's my wilson?nakannalee on September 3rd, 2006 11:14 pm (UTC)
I love the frantic, repetitious flow of this. While the episode was great, I definitely think the writers should have gone in THIS direction with it. *wink* Thanks for a very enjoyable read! :)
Campaspe: H&W wall momentcs_whitewolf on September 4th, 2006 10:15 am (UTC)
Those writers clearly need a few of us shippers helping them out methinks. A piece like this would clearly look so much better on screen ;) haha. Thank you very much for your kind words, they've made me all smiley!

Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
nightdog_barks: Panties Mannightdog_barks on September 3rd, 2006 11:16 pm (UTC)
Holy crap, I love this.

This is just so much fun! It's hot, and fast, and there are elements of Dominant!House, and wall!smut ... did I say this was hot?

Oh, so nice! *mems*
Campaspe: James D'Arcycs_whitewolf on September 4th, 2006 10:19 am (UTC)
:D Oh thank you, thank you! For enjoying so much and memming- I'm all chuffed now, especially since I've been worrying myself that this wasn't quite as hot as I wanted it to be.

Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
Strictly Ornamentaldaasgrrl on September 4th, 2006 03:08 am (UTC)
Hot. Hothot. Also, House wetting Wilson with the cold water was a great touch :)
Campaspe: Hugh's Eyescs_whitewolf on September 4th, 2006 10:10 am (UTC)
Heh, thanks! The cold water bit just seemed like a total House-esque thing to do. He's high, he's horny, but he's still unbelievably mischievous.

Thank you for reading :)
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
Il Capitanocaptain_tulip on September 4th, 2006 04:51 am (UTC)
Hot but a little sad, too, just the way I love my H/W.

“What am I going to do with you?” Wilson mumbled, raising his eyebrows when House’s eyes seemed to light up, his hands coming up to Wilson’s waist and tugging him forward with a jerk. Wilson stumbled closer, reaching out to brace one hand against the wall to keep his balance.

Just - wow. You win at life today. :)
Campaspecs_whitewolf on September 4th, 2006 10:25 am (UTC)
You win at life today. :)

::dances:: Well thank you very much; a comment like that really does make ones day!

I wasn't going for any 'sad' elements, but I guess when you think about it, poor Wilson doesn't have much choice but to project a certain element of angst when dealing with House, especially when he's in a state like this. Poor baby ;)

Thanks again!
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
Amy: House-H/W--Kissevila_elf on September 4th, 2006 06:59 am (UTC)
Oh, wow that was fun!
And the water at the end...priceless!
Campaspe: HW heart loungingcs_whitewolf on September 4th, 2006 10:27 am (UTC)
Hehe, I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to give Wilson a good ol' soaking. I blame House entirely.

Thanks for reading, I'm so very glad enjoyed this! :)
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
Asyasynca on September 4th, 2006 09:07 am (UTC)
*exhales, looking flustered* Uh. I'll be exam room two.

That was believable IC smut. Good work!
Campaspecs_whitewolf on September 4th, 2006 10:29 am (UTC)
::grins::

Oh but I'm feeling rather chuffed now! IC smut? Go me, haha. Thanks, darling; with all this excitement going on I think I may need a trip to exam room two as well ;)

Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
fauxpockyfauxpocky on September 4th, 2006 09:31 am (UTC)
Oh. Good. Lord.

That's hot. Fantastic! I can't believe this is the first piece I've seen written about this scene. It seems so perfect for slashing. Then again, I don't think anyone else could quite compete with this piece. Absolutely lovely.

And I love the little reference to House getting Wilson to prescribe him anti-depressants.
Campaspe: Sexy Beast Lauriecs_whitewolf on September 4th, 2006 10:34 am (UTC)
I love writing the 'what if' scenes from House, though it surprises me too that most of these pieces haven't been written before (or that I've never come across them at least). Though, thank you, I'm feeling rather pleased with myself now for this, especially with your saying that I've pretty much pulled it off! :)

I just had to add in that little bit about the anti-depressants too, as a part of me always wondered where House got them from (you know how pesky that Pharmacist can be!)

Thank you for reading, mi'dear,
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
purplesyringes on September 4th, 2006 11:07 am (UTC)
LOL, House is so mean.


I enjoyed this very much. Very IC. *mems*
Campaspe: Housecs_whitewolf on September 4th, 2006 12:53 pm (UTC)
Haha, isn't he just? Makes for fun writing though!

Thanks for the comment and the mem! I'm very glad you found this piece IC too :)

Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
Adherent of the Repeated Memelady_w on September 4th, 2006 03:04 pm (UTC)
wow. *whimper*
This is actually the first House smut I memoried, consider yourself flattered :)
Campaspe: House lickcs_whitewolf on September 5th, 2006 07:18 am (UTC)
Oh I'm very flattered! Thanks so much, darling :)

I was feeling a little rusty writing 'smut', so I'm very happy you approve!

Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
Lady Macbethlady_macbeth_13 on September 5th, 2006 05:43 am (UTC)
That was absolutely delicious.

Awesome fic!
Campaspe: HW heartcs_whitewolf on September 5th, 2006 07:20 am (UTC)
Thank you :) It was a delight to write that's for sure!

Many thanks for reading and enjoying.
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
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Campaspe: Hugh's Eyescs_whitewolf on September 5th, 2006 07:28 am (UTC)
::claps hands::

I'm so happy you like this one! It just suddenly came to me whilst watching that scene and I knew I'd have to write it- Any excuse to get those boys into a shower scene, right? :D

Thank you for reading, hun!
Peace,
Campaspe
I'd call you a genius but I'm in the roomelfinessy on July 1st, 2008 08:30 pm (UTC)
That's fantastic, so perfectly in character.
Campaspe: Hannibal Rising \\ Toastcs_whitewolf on July 1st, 2008 09:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you, darling!

I loved writing these two so much in this piece and as always am quite chuffed to hear that you think I nailed them just right X) heh

Peace,
Caspe