The surprise
Lbh: Ok! This is another story from me. Yes, I am still working on Autumn, it is about 67 done. My friend Shu and I are working on this one together so those of you who are cursing my lack of updates can rejoice.
Shu: This story takes place, for reasons we aren't telling you yet, as if these two got together early on in the series and House is only about 40. Normally I don't need to tamper with anything in a fan fiction, but the theme of this story proved it necessary, so I apologize. Neither Lil bishi hunter nor I own House M.D., opera, or even the red daffy duck tie. We do own the mosquito of doom, though, so ask before taking!
Lbh: on with the story!
Greg House was limping quickly down the hallway to his office.
"You bastard!" He shouted at Wilson, who was proudly perched on House's desk
"Why whatever do you mean, dear?" He answered sarcastically; He hopped down off the desk and strutted across the room to stand face-to-face with his lover. "Why are you so upset? Could it be that I have finally found a way to trick you into spending more time with me?" Wilson leaned in and kissed House's cheek.
"You told Cuddy I was neglecting you. Now we have to go to that opera show with her. I don't want to go!" House whined, pouting through the kiss.
"Too bad. We are going to have to get you a tux." Wilson mused, looking over House's body.
"No." House pushed Wilson away and walked to his desk, picking up his game boy.
"You have to at least wear a coat and tie. If not, I will have to sleep on the couch." Wilson sauntered towards the desk and House raised an eyebrow.
"Fine. Whatever. But I get to pick it out." House looked back down at his game boy, then looked up again as a crash was heard from the tiny portable game player. "Why do you always threaten me with sex deprivation?"
Wilson laughed, "Because it works."
Later that night, House and Wilson were walking into the opera house together. House was wearing blue jeans, sneakers, a t-shirt, a red jacket and a red daffy duck tie of good taste. "Happy? We are going to the most boring type of entertainment in the universe and I am in a jacket and tie."
"Yes, I am happy. And you will have a good night, I promise." He winked at House.
"Yeah right. This damn leg will be screaming right along with you."
"Whoever said you would get to top?" Wilson asked smugly, never breaking stride. House's step faltered a bit but caught up when Cuddy's stiletto heels came clack clacking up behind them.
"Dr Wilson! Dr. House! You made it. And you got him into a tie and Jacket. Nice." Cuddy said, her low cut blue dress showing off her nicely shaped breasts.
"Ah, the power of abstinence!" Wilson chuckled. House just glared and sat down.
Shortly, a large woman walked onto the stage and sang in a loud low alto.
Halfway through the show, Wilson noticed that House was getting the bored gleam in his eyes. Trying to advert disaster, he crept his hand slowly up the back of his lover's neck. House stiffened slightly and relaxed again when Wilson played with the bottom most hairs on his head.
"Do you have to do that right now? I'm watching this." House breathed.
Wilson smiled and leaned up to House's ear. "I want you to be ready for me when we get home." He growled lowly, tracing the shell of House's ear with his tongue lightly.
House gasped softly, losing all interest in the opera as if there was some to start with. "If you keep that up, we might not get home." He growled back.
Wilson laughed and leaned back into his own seat, still playing with his lover's hair.
Unbeknownst to either of the men, a small mosquito landed on House's neck and was preparing to make a meal out of House's blood. But as it struck, a large hand crushed it and it spread the entire inside juices into the open wound.
"Ow! Wilson! Why the hell did you pinch me?!" House said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I didn't pinch you."
"Yes you did! I felt it!"
"Maybe Cuddy is trying to make you paranoid." Wilson smiled.
"Maybe you just pinched me."
Wilson sighed. "Just shut up. I'm sorry."
"Aha! So you did pinch me!" House hissed.
"No, I'm trying to watch this and I want you to shut up."
"… Fine." House slumped down into his chair and watched the rest of the show relaxing to Wilson's hand playing with his hair.
A trip to the bar, several drinks, and a scary motorcycle ride later, an aroused House was trying to fight off an extremely horny Wilson so they could open the door.
"Jimmy… ahhh…wait…. Oohhh… as much as I… ahh… like publicity…." House took a sharp breath. "…I don't think you will…ahh.. Appreciate… showing your manhood to the neighbors."
House panted and Wilson let off slightly, "You had better hurry, or the neighbors won't just be seeing my manhood."
House groaned and opened the door quickly, turning and backing in as Wilson rushed into his arms and closed the door with his foot. Then, he pushed House up against the wall and kissed his harshly.
House's disgruntled argument was muffled by Wilson's lips and his own moan. House's jacket and tie were quickly thrown to the floor and Wilson did the same with his as House took off his own shirt. Wilson licked and nipped down his collar bone to his pecs and dark nipples.
House gasped and tangled his hands in Wilson's hair. His groin steadily pressing against his pants and seemingly ready to burst through the denim on its own. Wilson smiled as he felt it against his chest and leaned down. His eyes took on a predatory gleam as he covered the budge with his mouth and breathed hot breaths against it through the jeans, making House moan and writhe with pleasure. But just then, his moan of passion turned to a moan of pain as his leg gave a sharp cry from the abuse. "AH!" His hands untangled from Wilson's chocolate brown locks and went down to his leg. He grasped his leg and started to rub it with his right hand while fumbling for the pill bottle with his left. Wilson moved back a bit as House dry-swallowed two pills. House smirked at him. "Bedroom?" he asked.
Wilson smirked and lifted House up bridal style.
"Woah! Hey! Put me down! I am not one of your wives! I don't need to be carried bridal style!" House complained, holding onto James for dear life.
"Tonight, you're my bitch so shut up and take it like a man." Wilson said harshly as he set House gently on the bed and stripped him. When he was done, Wilson leaned back and observed his work.
House was fully erect and moaning unashamedly, twisting his body and sweating, begging for more. Wilson striped slowly, enjoying House's eyes watching his every move.
Once rid of all his clothes, Wilson lay himself on top of his lover, both relishing the feel of their hot skin touching each other. His hand glided down House's skin with a light teasing touch that seemed to burn House's body. His soft hand closed around House's erect staff and he yelled. "Oh! Gods, Jimmy!" House gasped with his head thrown back and eyes closed as his lover gently worked him in those soft, lotion cared hands of his.
Wilson smiled and reached down further to softly grasp House's balls. House's eyes opened wide and he nearly came from the unexpectedness and pleasure that simple move brought him.
Wilson felt his lover spasm and whispered, "Not yet, love. You'll have to wait for me." He reached over to the bedside table and drew out a pack of lube. He slicked his fingers and gently pushed one in.
"Oh fuck!" House exclaimed as he felt the pressure and pain rush through his lust clouded mind.
His eyes widened and Wilson stopped. "Are you ok?" he knew it was a stupid question but necessary to ask.
"No! But the sooner you stop fucking around and get to the good stuff, the sooner I will be able to get through it and enjoy it!" House half snarled, a bit peeved he stopped.
Wilson paused no longer and inserted two more fingers. House howled again and Wilson winced but scissored his fingers around until his lover started to move around in time with him. Wilson pulled out.
"Now what the fuck are you-?!" House screamed in pain and pleasure as Wilson's newly lubed dick hit his prostate. Wilson held his injured leg and gave it wide birth as he thrust deeper and deeper into House, hitting his prostate every time.
House couldn't take anymore. "AHHHHHH! WILSON!!!" He screamed and collapsed onto the bed, his cum splattering over his and Wilson's stomach.
Wilson grunted as House's anal muscles contracted around his dick and threw him over the edge too. He fell over to his left, avoiding House's leg at all costs. He then laughed. "See. Told you it would be fun." Wilson said as he got under the covers and snuggled up to Greg.
House smiled. "Yeah, tell that to my leg in the morning. Unless you make those pancakes."
"Will do." Wilson said, leaning up to kiss House. "I love you." House bent down to meet him. "That's nice." Which Wilson took as House's offhanded way of saying he loved him too. He hugged House to him, House's arms draped around his waist and together, they drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, House woke up earlier that usual to a strange sensation. It took a long time of lying there before it could be identified. The pain was gone. He lied there, happily basking in the pain free morning. Wilson grumbled and cuddled up next to him, obviously not wanting to get up either. This would have been a good plan if House weren't so hungry. So he leaned over to Wilson and kissed him, cutting off his oxygen supply.
Wilson muffled a bit then pushed House away, never opening his eyes. "Wanna sleep s'more." He grumbled.
House frowned. His lover was grumpy this morning. He will have to do something about that. A large fat pillow in hand, He moved to the other side of the bed, closer to the door. The fat pillow came down over James, in which a muffled scream came from. House quickly ran to the bathroom, laughing.
Wilson sat up, glaring, "House! When I get my hands on you!" He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stopped. House was still laughing, but it was a strange sound, not his normal laugh.
On his way to the bathroom, a still laughing House rubbed his face and frowned. He could have sworn he hadn't shaven just to annoy Cuddy last night. As his hand moved further back over smooth skin, he noticed the hair. Lots and lots of long hair. He brushed his hand through it and it came half way over his breasts. Wait, breasts? House looked again and tore off his shirt, exposing large supple breasts. He grasped the softly touching them to make sure they were real. They were. "WILSON!"
Shu: dun dun DUNN!!! Uh oh. What now?! House and Wilson are about to get shocked, but this is only the beginning, so please review so we can keep writing!