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Title: Reindeer Play (1/1)
Author: Antigone a.k.a. Anty
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Keywords: Short, Humor, Pre-Slash or Established Relationship (pick your poison).
Warnings: Christmas Spirit and BDSM references.
Summary: It's the holiday season, and Wilson's getting suggestive presents.
Disclaimer & Notes: Sadly House and Wilson are fictional and belong to Fox, thus I'll never get to see them fuck. Inspired by a manip by evila-elf (I still don't know whether that was a stick or half an antler), as well as fatalisticrebel's tasty Shock Collar ficlet. Thanks again to Nom de Plume for the beta.
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Reindeer
Play
© Antigone, December 5th, 2006
It had started rather innocently.
On December sixth, St. Nicholas Day in Germany (one of House's many stations as a child) and hence an occasion for gift-giving (and, in ancient times, a spanking for misbehavior), Wilson found a neatly wrapped and tied box containing a headband with reindeer antlers on his desk. He gave them a pondering look and figured that if Patrick Bateman (who was way cooler than him) had worn them, they might as well be his gear for the day. Besides, the children would love them.
They did, and as a plus, the nurses gushed all over Wilson that day.
Halfway through the Advent calendar, probably an occasion for festive gift-giving somewhere (though not one Wilson was familiar with), he returned to his office and another box with a bow after lunch. This time, it contained a red collar with sparkling fake rubies and a golden bell attached to it.
He decided he wouldn't flaunt it to the whole hospital, but Pediatrics was still the place for it, especially if he wore his reindeer antlers again.
On Christmas Eve, Wilson came back from the clinic for an early afternoon appointment. He eyed the rather large box on his desk curiously, then concluded there was still time for some giddy, indulgent unwrapping. He untied the bow, peeled off the scotch tape and neatly folded the wrapping paper, before opening the beige carton's flaps. He flushed and moved his chair very close to the desk, just so that in case his appointment was early, they wouldn't see his sudden erection.
His appointment, however, would show up six minutes late. House on the other hand walked by his office that instant, poked his head in and caught Wilson's gaze, and Wilson knew this present was meant for another setting entirely. House gave him a cheerful leer and Wilson stared at him with burning cheeks and wide eyes, and probably looked – rather fittingly – like a caught, untamed deer.
"So James," House said conversationally, "I see you've found your bridle."
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(Endless End.)