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prompt: in which the team catches wilson and house mid-quickie
Typically, Wilson was the more sane and normal ones in the hospital.
It’s to be expected out of the Head of the Oncology Department. Perhaps one of the better role models that Cuddy would rather showcase compared to one of the four crazy ass asylum patients she calls ‘employees’. But unfortunately for Cuddy, those same people just so happen to be some, if not her best doctors.
Thankfully for the poor woman, that’s where Wilson comes in. If it weren’t for his traces of sanity throughout the entire shitshow, she’s convinced she would’ve overdosed herself on fentanyl or oxycodone a long time ago just from the stressfulness of working with House alone. So far, she’s only lost around 3% of her hair as a result of yanking it out after dodging another medical license worthy law suit because of the man. It’s amazing how a saint like Wilson ended up in such probably someone’s personal purgatory.
Which is surprising, in all honesty, considering he spends most of his time with the leader lunatic himself, Gregory House.
So it’s fair to say that Wilson was inevitably bound to be tainted by some of the chaos,
just maybe not to Cuddy’s degree.
Wilson sighed exhausted as he checked his wristwatch before burying his face in his hands. Whether it’d be from sheer exhaustion or from the fact he feels incredibly old just from wearing the damn thing only something for him to know. He sighed into the softness of the pad of his fingers before finally withdrawing them, only to stretch out his unused muscles. He’d figure one of the main perks of a job like his was being able to enjoy sitting back in a chair and relaxing instead of moving every second of the day, yet he couldn’t have been more wrong. For a doctor, he’d think he’d known.
After his daily stretch, he slumped into the chair, completely drained despite the only thing he’s done for the past 2 hours was talk with a patient over the phone while filing and working through his ever growing pile of paperwork. The amount of it made him feel more like an office worker rather than an oncologist.
Wilson’s little mental rant was cut short by his pager going off. With a groan, he sluggishly fished it out of his pocket and looked at it.
Surprise, surprise. It’s House.
With the most dramatic sigh he could muster, Wilson pulled himself out of his swivel seat with a grunt, wincing at the way his bones cracked and his muscles cramping in protest.
If it were any other time, he would already be halfway across the hospital. Fortunately, it was his lunch break, a perfect time for a day like this. A day where his body fucking hates him for no apparent reason, age be damned.
With that, Wilson gathers his things and exits his office while putting his coat on. His each step getting increasingly easier as he finally tidies himself to look presentable. It takes him only a few minutes to reach House’s office, not even bothering to knock before walking in. The sight of the man looking up at him from his magazine was enough to make him feel a little less sluggish.
“So did you call me in here to read a playboy magazine with you, or is it something actually important?”
Wilson asks, shifting his weight to his left leg while using his hand to keep himself up on House’s desk.
House flips the magazine to flash the contents of it as Wilson, raising his eyebrows in faux surprise.
“Playboy? Oh, won’t you look at that, it is! Silly me, must have mistaken it for the newest ‘People’ magazine,” House says sarcastically, pausing his sentence with a scoff before continuing.
“A lot of juicy celebrity drama, y’know. Crazy what the Kardashians can get away with now.”
Wilson chuckled at the man’s antics, crossing his arms as he glances into the magazine, House suddenly making it look like he was paying no attention to him.
“I never noticed that Kris and Daisy Lowe looked almost identical, crazy how genetics work now.”
Fed up with his antics, Wilson snatched the paper out of his hands, earning a fake whine.
“Hey, didn’t your mother ever tell you it was rude to take things that aren’t yours?”
Wilson only rolled his eyes before crumbling up the magazine in the trash before crossing his arms, stealing House’s full, undivided attention.
“Mom will understand, my case is an exception. What’d you page me for?” The oncologist asked, trying to come off as annoyed. Although, he was unable to hide the small smirk and the amusement in his voice.
“Just wanted to spend time with you. Can I not miss my best buddy?”
House asked with a pout, slowly spinning his his chair while pouring out his lip.
“On lunch break?”
“Our only break?”
“We could be eating, House. I know i’d much rather do that then watch you read some Playboy magazine.”
“But Wilsonnnn,”
The two continued to banter at one another for a few more seconds before one of House’s many mischievous idea’s sparked. Not uncommon in a situation like this where House really had no reason to keep Wilson in his office, other than just to see him. Who could blame him for missing his best friend? Who also just so happened to be the same man he spent most of his nights with despite having a fully functioning apartment, a nice one at that. Did he also mention that they fuck on the occasion?
“Okay, look, Enough. Let’s just go down to the cafeteria to grab something to eat and stop arguing.” Wilson suggested, giving House a certain look.
House only smiled.
“No need, lunch is already here.”
Wilson suddenly shot House an incredulous look.
“What? Did you bring it up two meals up your office or something? Is that why you called me down here?”
In all honesty, Wilson should have known better.
“Eh, in a way. Let’s just say I’m on a budget.”Was all House said before reaching down to the foot of his chair, only to swing up a paper bag and slam it on his desk.
“You brought lunch in a paper sack like it’s the 80’s? What’s in here? A sandwich, juice box, and an apple?”
Wilson asked, slowly approaching closer to House and his desk while rolling his eyes. The silence from House was Wilson’s first clue that there was not in fact lunch in that sack.
House watched Wilson carefully eye the bag and flicker his gaze back up to him, only to move it back to the bag once more.
“Open it.”
It was so surprising when Wilson suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
“There’s not food in here, is there.”
Wilson more so stated, rather than asked.
“Just open it.”
House treated, shrugging this time before leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms. All that Wilson knew was that they were probably not going to be going to the cafeteria.
Wilson hesitantly opened to bag, revealing a concerning amount of rather, intimate tools.
“House,” The poor man started.
“Yes?”
“Tell me you did not just bring a sack full of sex toys to work.”
Wilson’s eyes did not once leave the contents inside the bag. From what he could see just from opening it was a decently sized magenta vibrator, more so a g-spot massager. As well as a cock ring, and some handcuffs.
“Relax, we’re not gonna use them right now. Just a little something to look forward to tonight.”
House said, leaning his weight on the elbow that rested perched on the arm of his chair. Yet Wilson paid no mind to it. How could he? It was hard to even react when all he could think about was being handcuffed to the bed frame by his wrists, writhing helpless on a vibrator as he begs for House to take the cock ring off. The thought of crying from being taken apart by a vibrator did not help his hardening cock.
“House.”
Wilson whined, knowing that he was incredibly fucked.
“You know,” House started,
“I was just gonna send you back to your office, all needy and worked up. But that little whine of yours just saved you.”
The older man said, standing up and undoing his belt.
“Close the blinds, I want you undressed by the time you come back to me.”
House ordered sharply, popping some Vicodin as he watched Wilson clumsily stumble to close the blinds while also trying to undress himself at the same time. By the time he was rushing back to House, he was finally shedding himself of his dress shirt.
The two wasted no time latching onto one another, Wilson helping House undress as they messily made out. Admittedly, it took longer than expected considering Wilson wasn’t always the most efficient when House was practically invading every part of his mouth. But by the time Wilson unbutton the last of House’s dress shirt, he wrapped his arms around the man’s neck to pull him closer.
To his dismay, he was only there for a few seconds before House was forcing him into his dress shirt , leaving it unbuttoned before pulling him back into their previous position.
They messily rutted against each other as they made out, the friction of their cocks grinding against one another through a thin layer of cloth sending waves of pleasure through their bodies.
The small whimpers Wilson released drove House crazy. He was just as shameless in bed as he was with his regular perverted antics.
It didn’t take long before desperation settled in, and suddenly just grinding on each other like honey teenagers wasn’t enough. This time, Wilson was the first to pique up.
“Go sit on the desk, I have something I wanna try.” Wilson whispered in House’s ear, his voice suddenly a lot more slutty than it was previously.
“God, that’s hot.”
House said, breathlessly as he limped over a few steps to his desk, sitting on the top of it before Wilson was back on him. The man slowly Climbed on top of him as he messily pressed kisses in between making out, it wasn’t long before he was straddling house while grinding on each other once more.
“Is this okay for your leg?” Wilson asked, his forehead resting against House’s lovingly. as he cupped his face with his hand, unable to resist to urge to kiss him before letting the man answer.
“Fuck my leg, I just popped some Vicodin, I’ll be fine.”
Wilson chuckled, “I’d much rather fuck you.” He said before going back to grinding his ass on House’s hard, clothed cock. While the concerning amount of Vicodin just to have a quickie wasn’t smart, especially after just getting it refilled, Wilson had to remind himself that this entire situation wasn’t smart. They only had about an hour to do this, and they’ve already sacrificed a good meal for a good fuck. Surely he’d let them indulge themselves in one more poor decision for the time being.
Impatiently, House slid his hand down to Wilson’s boxers and slipping them under his waistband, massaging at the flesh lightly. Using his other hand, he duh through the bag for a bottle of lube Wilson had missed from under all of the sex toys.
“Lean forward a bit for me.”
House panted in between a kiss before being engulfed by it again. Not that he was complaining, of course. Not one bit. Besides, Wilson did comply, sticking his ass out by arching his back in the process.
A gasp was torn from the man suddenly as he felt a cold sensation touch his asscrack. The vulgarness of it was enough to make a whore blush, yet Wilson was far too horny to care. He’d let house pour the entire bottle down his boxers if it meant he’d get fucked.
Not to say he wouldn’t regret it later, of course.
“Fuck, we need to- ah, hurry.”
Wilson gasped as he grasped at House’s hair, clenching around the fingers that had just plunged into his tight hole.
“You’re gonna have to relax then, it’s hard to even move a single finger when you’re so tight, let alone two.” House grunted. Sure he realizes that hs could have been more sexy about it, but they were on a timer, not to mention they had wasted a good ten or fifteen minutes of it bickering.
“C’mon, we have about 25 minutes to go to pound town. Loosen up, will you? Promise i’ll make it up to you tonight.”
House pouted, sticking his lips out like a child before earning a small giggle from Wilson and a quick peck on the cheek. A few seconds later, Wilson was relaxed enough for House to at least scissor the man into opening up. He teasingly rubbed the tips of his fingers along to edges of Wilson’s prostate, chuckling at each whine and attempt to grind down on them.
“Someone’s needy.”
“House.”
That drawn out whine was all it took for House to add in a third finger along the two, making sure it hit Wilson’s prostate directly. The suddenness of it was enough to make Wilson keen rather loudly and arch into House’s embrace.
“As much as I love hearing you, we wouldn’t want to be too loud now, wouldn’t we? We’re at work, how unprofessional of you Dr. Wilson.”
House teased. Unfortunately for Wilson, the man was just as insufferable and annoying even three fingers deep inside of him. Wilson groaned as House thoroughly worked and massaged his prostate. House was so going to owe him after work.
“Shut up, you ass.” Wilson grumbled before moaning once more at another hit to his prostate. The feeling of pleasure building and traveling through this body, making his thighs quiver. He had to stifle himself in House’s shoulder as he grinder down on his hand.
Wilson continued to grind down onto House’s fingers before letting out a particularly high keen, House took it as a sign to finally move on. As he withdrew the fingers, he heard Wilson try and stifle a whine at the loss of it. Thankfully, House had half the mind to at least bite his tongue about it.
Not for Wilson’s sake of course, more for his. If he didn’t get his cock in Wilson in the next minute he would go insane.
Hurriedly, House unsheathed his hard, throbbing cock from his boxers. As much as he loved taking Wilson’s apart, his little buddy was far too painful to not pay attention to. Lube was quickly slathered all along his fairly sized cock. He was fairly hung, in all honesty. Surprising, sure. But he didn’t make perversion 40% of his personality only to have a small dick. That’d be embarrassing!
“Ready?”
Instead of a verbal response, Wilson guided himself down on the cock, having to stop for a second just at the tip to adjust. That, and also the fact that House’s shoulder could only stifle so much noise.
“Good lord..” Wilson panted, lightly digging his nails into House’s back before sinking down a couple more inches.
Each inch was both heaven and hell for Wilson. It was taking every fiber of his being not to go ‘fuck it’ and slam himself down onto the huge cock and scream like a whore.
Professionalism be damned.
Wilson’s eyes rolled back at the feeling of House’s cock rubbing against his prostate as he sunk down on it. While it wasn’t direct, head on stimulation, it was still stimulation, and he planned to savor every bit of it.
Or well, that was until he reminded himself of the short time frame.
With that in mind, a new determination sparked in him. Stupidly enough, he slammed himself all the way down to the hilt of House’s cock. If it weren’t for him having to bite his tongue, the whole hospital would have thought he had just gotten shot.
“Somebody’s a big boy.” House teased in what Wilson thought to be one of the most unsexy ways possible. If it weren’t for the huge cock inside of him, he would have been turned off.
“House.”
Wilson growled at the man, sending him a glance he could see before lifting himself halfway off House, only to slam himself back down. The combined feeling of Wilson’s prostate getting prodded in the process and House’s cock being wrapped around the most perfect heat ever was enough to make both men groan in pleasure.
“Wilson, if you don’t get to riding, I will bend you over and fuck you silly myself.”
House growled lowly into Wilson’s ear. Wilson knew he wasn’t joking, and the thought of it was tempting. But what he wanted to do was much more. So he wasted no time to lifting himself up once more and riding the man like a goddamn cowboy.
Sparks of pleasure travelled through Wilson, the feeling of it all making him clench around House. I’m return, House bucked up into the feeling, leaving Wilson clenching even harder. The entirety of it was almost funny if it weren’t for the fact that they were just fucking.
Wilson arched into the feeling and gripped House like a lifeline, grinding back down to meet House’s thrusts.
“Fuck! House-“
Wilson keened, slamming himself down to hit his prostate almost perfectly. He threw his head back at the pleasure of it all.
To House, he looked and sounded like a damn porn star.
“Shit, you’re so fucking hot right now.”
House gritted out, trying to buck up into Wilson. The two moved in a messy pace, nothing about it was smooth, just messy and desperate. Yet it could have never felt better to either of them.
The sight to House was enough to almost make him cry. The sight of a needy, sex crazed Wilson in nothing but his own dress shirt while moaning on his cock was something he never knew he needed. The visual of it made him groan and take Wilson by the hair to bring him in for a messy and rough kiss.
“House!”
Wilson keened in between their make out session, riding feverishly as he felt the man bury himself impossibly deeper inside of him. Arousal and pleasure pooled at Wilson’s stomach as he grinder down harder on House’s cock.
He was close, which wasn’t surprising. House slept around a lot more than Wilson did, meaning that his stamina was better.
This was both a blessing and a curse to Wilson.
“House, god. Fuck, I’m gonna come..”
Wilson whimpered, unable to do much more than rest his chin on House’s bare shoulder as he felt himself grow weaker by the second with pleasure. His thighs trembled at the sensation of it all, earning a groan and a few tightening muscles as a result.
House’s cock never stopped abusing Wilson’s prostate, and soon the waves upon waves of pleasure was just too much for Wilson to handle before be was throwing his head back in a silent scream.
First a wave of nothing, then suddenly every sensation crashed into him all at once.
His muscles tensed,
his eyes rolled back,
his toes curled,
his back arched,
Wilson could do nothing more than dig his nails into House as he suffered through a mind blowing orgasm.
And the worst part of it all was that House never stopped, only using Wilson like he was nothing more than a fleshlight.
Wilson collapsed with a broken moan, sounding similar to a sob as he felt tears pool in his eyes as overstimulation settled in. He raked his weak and shaking hands down House’s back as best as he could, despite for purchase as House continued to plow into him.
“Oh, don’t give up now. Just because you came doesn’t mean i’m done yet.” House unhelpfully growled before bringing Wilson back in for a kiss.
The combined feeling of their tongues against one another and his oversensitive prostate being absolutely destroyed was enough to distract Wilson from House’s other hand slithering down to his lower abdomen, just below the navel.
With a press, Wilson was breaking the kiss and suddenly shouting in pleasure.
“House!”
He exclaimed, tears now pooling in his eyes once more.
“Oops.”
House snickered playfully before pressing down again and thrusting up, sending Wilson sobbing in pleasure as he collapsed in his arms. Despite feeling a familiar burn pool in his stomach, House tried postponing his orgasm as much as he could. He loved seeing Wilson like this, all fucked out and pliant from being railed like a slut. It was too good to just pass up.
From those thrusts on, House kept firm pressure on that same spot to keep Wilson sobbing in pleasure, unable to do anything but writhe in his lap and take it.
“‘M gon’ die..” Wilson babbled, completely fucked beyond his mind. House only laughed as he pressed down harder.
Unfortunately for the two, fucking like rabbits had them so caught up in one another that they hadn’t noticed that break ended almost ten minutes ago, and that they were getting a little bit loud. Which is why the only reason they broke out of their trance was because of sudden bustling coming from outside of the door.
Very unfortunate timing for House to finally approach orgasm.
With a sharp growl from House and a keen from Wilson, the door was swung open just as the high had finally peaked.
“Shit!”
Came in a particularly Australian accent as Wilson could do nothing but grasp onto House for dear life as both men painfully snapped both necks towards the door.
There stood the Three Musketeers, Foreman, Chase, and Cameron. All wide eyed and jaw dropped, completely stunned.
Maybe Wilson wasn’t too opposed to dying.
First person to move was Wilson, only to bury his face in House’s neck in shame. Second person to move was House himself, who yelled at the three to leave, clearly pissed form not only a ruined orgasm but a completely rude team. Finally, was the door slamming.
What a time Cuddy’s about to have hearing about this.
So that’s how Wilson ended up completely ashamed, and too embarrassed to remove himself off of House’s cock. It wasn’t until House had to carefully lift him off himself for the sake of his own poor appendage was when he finally was granted relief.
The two sat in an awkward silence before House spoke up,
“I think it’s best we quit now.”
Wilson only stared at him in complete disbelief.
“What?” House started, “I could just fire them? Bribe them into forgetting and not telling Cuddy?”
Wilson buried his face in his hands once again that day. Funny.
“Get your damn clothes on.”
Is all House got in response. By the time he even registered what it meant, Wilson was already pretty much redressed.
By the time he looked somewhat like he didn’t just get his back blown out, he was already halfway out the door.
Wilson glanced back to House, glaring at him.
“If it means anything, you’re pretty when you cry.”
The door slammed.
With his head down, Wilson shamefully strided back to his office as quick as he could. He didn’t even bother to look up to see if anyone was looking at him weird or knowingly.
When he got back to his office, he didn’t leave until it was time for him to clock out.
House didn’t hear from him until work ended.
———
The team sat in an uncomfortable silence around the whiteboard.
It was torture.
Fortunately, Chase was the first to speak up,
“So uh,” He began. “You and Wilson?”
“You just lost your break.”