xXPrincessMidnaXx requested this. And since I have some sort of mental defect that forces me to want to please people, I wrote this. And I enjoyed doing so. In order to understand what's happened to lead up to this, you'll have to have read chapter 32 of The Buddy Collections.
WARNING: This is a slash smut!fic, as in explicit sexual content between two men. If that's not your cup of tea, you don't have to read it. And you certainly aren't welcome to flame me about this subject since I've just warned you.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own "House, M.D.", its characters, or anything pertaining to it. I just own this story and its plot.
Just For You
"H-House, seriously, you don't have to-mmff!" Wilson began, only to be cut off by House yanking him close and shoving his tongue into his mouth.
After minutes of a dominating kiss, House pulled back, growling, "Yes I do. That bastard had no right to do that... and I can't have you getting all mopey and girly about it. So the solution is to have sex as soon as possible to erase the bad memories."
Wilson blinked at him, "Wait a second... you're not doing this because of your bruised ego or your creepy possessiveness? You're doing this for my benefit?"
"Hmph. Don't flatter yourself." House grumbled, completely unconvincing.
Wilson smiled, "... If you say so. Alright, let's get on with it."
House didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed Wilson's hips and pushed him over to his desk until he was leaning against it. He pulled him close for another kiss, this one much more passionate and loving than the last.
Wilson let out a soft gasp, breaking the kiss, when he felt House's impatient hands undoing his pants. He let them pool at his feet as House manhandled him so that he was turned around, hands braced on the desk.
He heard House undoing his own pants. A tremor of anticipation and sudden need bolted throughout the oncologist's body at the mere sounds.
House spit into his palm before stroking himself to full hardness, which didn't take long. He took hold of Wilson's hips again and slid inside of him, eliciting a cry of pain and pleasure from the slighter man.
As promised, it was brief and quick, something that neither of them minded every now and then.
House came first, hoarsely growling as his orgasm took over. Wilson followed moments later with a strained whimper.
House leaned his chest against Wilson's back. The younger man's arms were barely keeping them from collapsing onto the desk.
"H-House...?" Wilson inquired quietly once his breathing had slowed down.
"What?"
"Thanks for, you know, caring and all."
A slight chuckle emanated from the taller man's throat, "No problem." He paused, then added, "The next time you see him I want to you scream and call for help like the little girl I can always count on you being."
"Gee, House, that kind of insult is something everybody wants to hear post-coitus."
"I aim to please."
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... I have nothing to say. There's not much to say about two doctors who just had sex. :3
If there's any grammar or spelling mistakes, I'm truly sorry. My brain is dead after working eight hours with no break.