Fandom: House, MD
Characters/Pairing: Gregory House / James Wilson
Prompt: #6 - "Lust"
Word Count: 380
Rating: R
Disclaimer: House, MD © David Shore
Author's Notes: After reading too many smut fics, this is what you get out of me. Pathetic, no? Yes? Maybe? Fine. (I anticipate Season 5 with a heavy heart and high anxiety. Anyone who has seen previews understand my pain.) Anyway, ficness!
Callused fingers ran up smooth skin on trembling arms as lips traveled on the bristly stub on a chin. Sharp gasps and ragged panting were the only sounds in the darkened room as two people explored each other.
A moan escaped from one of the men as he shuddered against the body on top of him. "Ah--damnit."
The occupant above him groaned loudly. "What now?"
"There's nothing wrong, it's just--House, stop doing that when I'm trying to talk," he pushed the invading mouth away from his neck as it tried to suck the life out of him. "We shouldn't be doing this right now, I have to go back to work in--" he craned his neck to peer at the clock. "--shit, I have to be there in five minutes. House, off!"
Hands clamped down on his waist as House pulled himself up so he was straddling Wilson. "Shut up. Cuddy won't mind you being late by--oh, an hour. You're a good boy." He latched onto the bare throat and bit down onto the flesh.
"House! If you leave a mark, I swear I'll kill you." Wilson grabbed the man's hair and pulled him back as he attempted to free himself from the leech. "Any and all horniness that there was is gone now. I'm leaving."
Just as he tried to escape, a strong hand grabbed for his leg and latched onto something else just as convenient. "You're not going anywhere. Get back in bed if you desire to remain a male."
The man gulped. "House--let go."
"Get your ass back into bed. Now." The voice's sickeningly sweet tone did nothing to calm Wilson's nerves as he laid back down.
"House, I really need to go--"
The phone rang, breaking off any further argument. Wilson froze while House took advantage of the hesitation and ran his hand up and down the man's penis in a pumping motion.
The man shuddered several times and gasped. "Ah--ah--House, stop…phone…you gotta…answer…ah shit…"
Several more rings and rough bites later, the answering machine came on.
"House? House, I know you're there. Pick up. House, get your ass over here. You have clinic duty. House? If you've kidnapped Wilson, bring him over, too. If he's limping when you get here, you're working double clinic duty, understood?"