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10 September 2006 @ 09:33 pm
HMDFanFic: Predictability [GH/JW]  
Title: Predictability
Author: cs_whitewolf
Rating(s): R/18-Rated [NC-17].
Pairing(s): Gregory House/ James Wilson.
Warning(s): Sexual Situations.
Word Count: 1276words.
Summary: Unbetad. House seeks refuge from Cuddy. Wilson finds him… in a storage cupboard.
Prompt: Written as part of my 100_situations House/Wilson Table. #oo1 Hide.
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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oo1 Hide
 
Wilson was barely able to yelp his surprise as he was yanked into the storage cupboard via his tie and shoved up against the swiftly shut door with a thud, a rough hand moving to cover his mouth as a body pushed up against his own.
 
“Don’t panic.” Wilson slumped in relief at the rough baritones of House’s voice as the older man leant down to whisper the command into his ear; the stubble of House’s beard against the softness of his own cheek sending a flutter through Wilson as he tried to steady and straighten himself.
 
House shifted closer, his hand still covering Wilson’s mouth as he touched their bodies intimately together.
 
“Cuddy’s looking for me, isn’t she?” House asked softly, smiling against Wilson’s cheek as the other man nodded his answer.
 
“So you thought you’d come and warn me?”
 
Wilson nodded again, his cheek rubbing deliciously against the roughness of House’s jaw before the older man lifted his head enough to nip at the shell of Wilson’s ear, his hand muffling another would-be yelp from the younger man.
 
House pulled away just far enough to meet Wilson’s gaze, to make out the glare in Wilson’s eyes as he caught sight of House’s grin through the semi-darkness of the storage cupboard.
 
“How very considerate of you, Wilson.” House purred, settling his free hand on the jut of Wilson’s hip, rubbing his thumb in a teasing dip along the bone and upper thigh.
 
Wilson licked at his lips, his tongue flicking against the palm of House’s hand with the movement, the action enough to dim House’s smile and make the older man drag his hand away, tugging Wilson’s lips apart with the tips of his fingers- desire flaring as Wilson kept his mouth parted, his lips pouting out and a flush brushing across his cheekbones as he watched House watching him, his gaze devouring as he leaned forward and hovered his mouth above Wilson’s teasingly.
 
“Wilson…” House breathed, the whisper of his name sending tingles through Wilson’s lips.
 
“House,” Wilson flushed as his voice hitched, his hands clenching in their newfound hold on House’s shirt. He swallowed heavily, licking at his lips once more before he tried speaking again.
 
“Why the storage cupboard, House?”
 
House dipped his head closer, his mouth touching ever so lightly at the corner of Wilson’s mouth.
 
“Because no one would think to look for me here.”
 
“I found you.” Wilson turned his face, trying to induce contact between their lips.
 
“I wanted you to find me.” House affirmed, smiling as he pressed another almost-kiss to the corner of his mouth.
 
“If I didn’t know you better, House,” Wilson tried, choking back a gasp as House moved to suckle at his jaw. “I’d say you lured me here simply to molest me.”
 
“Is that so?” House nipped playfully at his chin before moving up to hover over Wilson’s mouth once more.
 
Wilson just watched him; flickering his gaze from House’s eyes to his lips and back.
 
“It’s a good thing you know me better then,” House smirked at him before pulling back and making to step away.
 
Wilson tightened his grip on House’s shirt and tugged them chest-to-chest once more, leaning in to bite at House’s bottom lip.
 
“Don’t even think about it.” Wilson growled, lifting one hand to thread his fingers through House’s hair, tangling them tight enough to make House wince.
 
“I’d hate to be predictable,” House said, licking at his wounded lip.
 
Wilson made another growl-like sound in the back of his throat before jerking House’s head forward and pushing their mouths together in a clash of teeth and tongue and the promise of bruises and bite marks and swollen lips by the time they were done.
 
House moaned appreciatively as Wilson thrust his tongue into his mouth, laving at his own in a play of dominance before retreating cat-and-mouse back into his own mouth and coaxing House to follow, to push closer, to squeeze at Wilson’s hip with bruising tightness as the oncologist rolled his hips against House’s, rubbing their groins together with a head-rush of pleasure as he felt all the blood in his body migrate south and fill him to aching hardness.
 
House pulled away from Wilson’s mouth with a gasp, reaching up to brush Wilson’s hair from his face and tip his head back in the process before leaning forward to ravish his neck, tasting the sweat-slicked tang of his flesh as he trailed his mouth down, biting at the junction of neck and shoulder before sinking carefully to his knees and reaching urgently for Wilson’s belt buckle.
 
“House!” Wilson gasped, his legs parting automatically even as he reached down to catch at the older man’s hands. The logical part of his mind screaming at him that House’s leg was in no shape to be kneeling before him on the cold, uneven floor of the storage cupboard about to suck him off into blissful orgasm.
 
House knocked Wilson’s hands away without a word before tugging his belt open frantically and reaching for the button and zipper holding Wilson’s pants closed. He leaned in, pressing his face to Wilson’s abdomen in a rough scratch as he dragged Wilson’s pants and boxers down his hips.
 
He could feel the tremble in Wilson’s thighs as his shaft was exposed, enjoyed the buck of shock and the groan of pleasure he emitted as House took no time in slipping Wilson’s member into his mouth and sucking at it with fervour, using tongue and the faintest hint of teeth to drive Wilson to dizziness as he licked playfully at the weeping slit before taking as much of Wilson’s length into his mouth as he was able.
 
“Ungh… House!” Wilson’s moan was gasping, choked off as House swallowed him whole, his hands firm in stilling the bucking of his hips as Wilson tried desperately to thrust into his mouth. His whimpers increasing as House sped up the pace, pulling wanton cries and long, low moans from Wilson’s lips until- with one final bob of the head- he had Wilson coming; his head thrown back in pleasure as his orgasm rushed through him.
 
It was all Wilson could do to slump against the door behind him; House’s hands firm in their grip about his hips and likely the only reason he was still able to remain upright.
 
“You stand?” House asked hoarsely after a long pause of silence. Wilson nodded soundlessly, pushing himself more fully upwards and testing the stability of his legs a moment before reaching down to help House to his feet. He did not miss House’s wince as the older man gingerly put pressure on his right leg, bracing his arms either side of Wilson’s head as he gained his feet.
 
“You’re certainly not predictable.” Wilson managed to get out between breaths, watching as House looked up at him with a growing smirk, lowing one arm to encircle Wilson’s waist as he brought his head down to touch his lips against the younger man’s.
 
Wilson moaned appreciatively at the taste of himself upon House’s tongue, his own hand creeping between their bodies to touch at House’s crotch and feeling only a dampened patch where he’d expected to find House’s straining member.
 
It was Wilson’s turn to smirk as he pulled his mouth away and met House’s eyes with sudden mirth over the fact that House had clearly spent himself without so much as a touch from Wilson.
 
“Not a word.” House warned, pressing another kiss to his lips.
 
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” Wilson kissed him back with a smile. “I’d hate to be predictable after all.”
 
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Fin.
 
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mood: contemplativecontemplative
music: Magic!Radio
 
 
 
drank champagne that tasted like cherry-colanakannalee on September 10th, 2006 09:25 pm (UTC)
*guh*

I really don't think I'm going to be capable of movement for quite some time now. I might just have to stare at the screen and reread this a couple times. ;)

Amazing.
Campaspe: HW handscs_whitewolf on September 11th, 2006 09:33 am (UTC)
::grins::

Thank you, darling! I'm always worried when I write these higher rated fics, but going by your kind words I think I may just have pulled it off ;)

Thanks so much for reading!
Peace,
Campaspe
nightdog_barks: Bird Crownightdog_barks on September 10th, 2006 09:48 pm (UTC)
Hmmmm. I seem to be unable to stop reading and re-reading this. Why can this be?

Actually ... I think I know. It's the hand over the mouth. It's such a tiny detail, but it's one I don't think I've ever seen anyone else use. It makes the story.

It adds just another level of something different, something so close to being dangerous, and it really works.

Another mem. So nice.
Campaspe: House lickcs_whitewolf on September 11th, 2006 09:36 am (UTC)
Ungh, yes- it was the hand-over-the-mouth thing that got me really writing this piece, it's a pity it couldn't have lasted longer ;) I'm very pleased that such a little part managed to capture you so and thank you so much for letting me know, it's wonderful when you're told what works/doesn't work in a fic.

And yeah for another mem! ::smiley::

Thanks, mi'dear!
Peace,
Campaspe
Pool in shorts is stupidpetrichor_fizz on September 10th, 2006 10:26 pm (UTC)
Wilson tightened his grip on House’s shirt and tugged them chest-to-chest once more, leaning in to bite at House’s bottom lip.

“Don’t even think about it.” Wilson growled, lifting one hand to thread his fingers through House’s hair, tangling them tight enough to make House wince.


There's what I love about it. Feisty Wilson. We don't see enough of him.

Campaspe: House Wilson guilty lookcs_whitewolf on September 11th, 2006 09:38 am (UTC)
Oh, too true. The fandom really does need more feisty!Wilson for sure; glad I could provide him for a little bit at least :D

Cheers for reading,
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
Sushi for Breakfast: wanna showertourmaline1973 on September 10th, 2006 11:06 pm (UTC)
*fans self* that was HOTTTT....
Campaspe: Hugh's Eyescs_whitewolf on September 11th, 2006 09:39 am (UTC)
:D heh, thanks so much! Very pleased to have had you read.

Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
the DreamsEnder: TimeWalker of Atlantis: Screaming in the Phoneperspi on September 11th, 2006 02:05 am (UTC)
This? Was totally hot.

Are you going to write 100_situations of hawt secks? I cheer you on in your 100_situations challenge! We are crazy, no?
Campaspe: Dean Likes Writing P0rncs_whitewolf on September 11th, 2006 09:45 am (UTC)
Thank you!

Haha, they won't all be about 'hawt secks', unfortunately. I think I'd burn myself out trying to make them all like that, but hopefully a fair few of them will get you all hot and bothered ;)

My table is here, I'm willing to take suggestions on the prompts should you be interested.

Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
Vindici's Whore: Capt'n Jacksoniced_up on September 11th, 2006 02:50 am (UTC)
umm...erm...yeah

*Tries again*

That was...fucking amazing. There I said it. House on his knees, just kills me. Yeah. I really need a cold shower right now.

“Not a word.” House warned, pressing another kiss to his lips.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” Wilson kissed him back with a smile. “I’d hate to be predictable after all.”


Heeee, that was great.

Very nice fic. Thanks
Campaspe: James D'Arcycs_whitewolf on September 11th, 2006 09:50 am (UTC)
Why thank you, mi'dear! :D 'fucking amazing' and the fact you're needing a cold shower are comments that have just made the rest of my day! I love having my boys on their knees, but it's just wonderful when it's appreciated, hehe.

Thanks for reading!
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
Evil must be baked at 650 degreesboogie_horror on September 11th, 2006 04:07 am (UTC)
dammit, you are a genius.

this was brilliantly sexy! I can't wait to read more of your stories.
Campaspe: Be Happycs_whitewolf on September 11th, 2006 09:53 am (UTC)
Genius, eh? ::smug:: That works for me, haha. Thank you very much for reading, I'm so happy you enjoyed my fic!

And not to be all self-pimping or anything, but all my House fics can be found here :)

Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
Sapph: Seras Victoriasapphire17 on September 11th, 2006 07:00 am (UTC)
Fantastic! I never get tired of seeing Wilson's reactions to House's schemes. XD

And a storage cupboard... *laughs*
Campaspe: House LOLcs_whitewolf on September 11th, 2006 09:55 am (UTC)
And I delight in writing about the situations these boys get themselves into, it's always refreshing to see how they'll react! As for the storage cupboard? ...I have no idea. I really don't.

Thanks for reading! :D
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
Asyasynca on September 11th, 2006 09:29 am (UTC)
You answered my prayers. Literally.

See? http://asynca.livejournal.com/130779.html
Campaspe: Enya colourlesscs_whitewolf on September 11th, 2006 10:00 am (UTC)
Omg WOW! Haha, what were the odds of that actually happening? The coming-in-ones-pants bit was only a spontaneous little idea on my part as well ::blinks::

How very odd! Glad I could help out with your prayers though, heh.

Peace,
CS WhiteWolf

P>S> Can you ask God to send these boys to my doorstep? Tell him I'll promise to play nice ;)
Asyasynca on September 11th, 2006 10:03 am (UTC)
*Whistles speculatively* Well, I don't know. He says they're pretty heavily booked. He then adds, maybe if you make it worth his while....


I wonder how blasphamous it is to not only insinuate God is gay, but also that he's horny? Ah, the tranquility of atheism.


Campaspe: Smiling Severuscs_whitewolf on September 11th, 2006 10:15 am (UTC)
Well I gave up on Christianity long ago, so blasphemies such as this serve only to amuse me. Should we find that he exists however, then Hell is going to be one kick-ass party!

Worth his while you say? ::ponders:: I'm sure I could think up something suitably satisfactory for God... ;)

(Does thinking I could satisfy God with my fanfic make me arrogant?)
Asyasynca on September 11th, 2006 10:39 am (UTC)
"Does thinking I could satisfy God [...] make me arrogant?"

Yes, but I see an MRI slashfic spawning right there.

"Well I gave up on Christianity long ago, so blasphemies such as this serve only to amuse me.

Amen.



Campaspe: Enya colourlesscs_whitewolf on September 11th, 2006 10:55 am (UTC)
MRI slashfic with a side of coming-in-pants frottage? ...could that actually be done in an MRI machine? Perhaps I'd better leave the intricusies up to House, I'm sure he'd come up with some interesting ideas, ne? ::slow grin::
Peapodspeapods42 on September 11th, 2006 03:01 pm (UTC)
mmmm. Perfect for right before class. I'll be thinking of this in American Parties and Elections. Thank you. I have a real kink for House getting off without a touch.
Campaspe: HMD Vicodin Lovecs_whitewolf on September 11th, 2006 04:37 pm (UTC)
I'm discovering that quite a few people are rather fond of these boys getting off without a touch or at least in their own pants. I may have to explore this idea further methinks ;)

Thank you for reading, I'm pleased to have given you something (more?) interesting to think about through class!

Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
fauxpockyfauxpocky on September 12th, 2006 12:06 pm (UTC)
Hmmm, molestation in a cupboard, just perfect. And your House is anything but predictable. Love it!
Campaspe: HMD Wilson's pointed lookcs_whitewolf on September 12th, 2006 05:22 pm (UTC)
We certainly wouldn't want House any other way, that's for sure! Thanks for reading and enjoying!

Peace,
CS WhiteWolf