Author's Inner House: Hello to you all again! (waves his cane wildly) Miss. Jess here has finaly got the frist chapter of her big fan fic done! You may remember her from the yummy story Dinner Time, which, might I add, should have been longer. Really Jess...how could you leave me on the table like (a hand clamps over his mouth)
Author's Inner Wilsos: House... (sighs) Give it a break ok? At least the start of this one should make you happy.
Oh and because I'm the carring one the author made it my duty to warn you that this is slash, so if you arn't up for that, stop now. Ew! House! What, do you have a THING for licking hands?! (pulls hand off of House's mouth)
House:Nope. (licks lips) Just you. But as Jimmy here was saying this fic gets right into the down and dirty right away, so if you don't want to think about two hot and sexy male doctors (hand clamp)
Wilson: You get the point right? (sighs) And don't forget, the actual House and Wilson, along with the rest of the t.v. show House M.D. does not belong to the author. Because if we did-HOUSE STOP LICKING MY HAND!
House: (evil grin) On one condition.
Wilson: What?
House: (bigger grin)
Wilson: (sighs) Just read, enjoy, and if you want more comment.
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Pure heat. That's all I feel as we move together; skin on skin, body on body, a war of lust. It's nothing but built up want from me. I know my eyes are like a book right now…thank god for the dark. Even in the middle of sex I still don't want anyone to know what I really feel.
"Oh God!"
Even the slightest touch brings me close to going over. I thrust my hips up, urging for the digits near me to finally make contact, but instead they pull away. I can hear the whimper that escapes from my throat. The owner of the digits can't take the sound that gives away my want. He lunges forward and I arch myself up as his mouth wraps around me. I thrust into his mouth and it's not long before I'm seconds from my end. I don't want it to end. It feels so good. I just want to keep this feeling for longer. I bite my bottom lip in attempt to slow my body down, but it's useless. With a quick flick of the tongue over my tip I'm gone.
"Jimmy!"
I fly into a seated position in my bed, panting like a pathetic dog, leg screaming in pain. Did I just moan out to Jimmy? No…no no no. That's not possible. Oh hell yes it is. I know damn well it is. I snatch my Vicodin off the side table and open it with a pop, downing two without second thought. Damn Wilson. I thought this had stopped. I rest my head in my left palm. It's a mannerism I've picked up from Wilson, but one I'd never let myself do in front of him or anyone who knows him It's all his fault. Why does he have to be so…so…what the hell is he so? What is it about him that's got me having these dreams? Heh wonder if a brown eyed hooker would work. Aw hell it won't. Much as people like to think I go hooker crazy I really don't. It's just a nice set up for making people feel awkward enough for a change of subject when it's to my advantage.
Bet I drank too much. Yeah that's it. Pills plus booze equals Wilson sex dreams. Bull. It hasn't before. Damn it let me lie to myself! I know damn well why I was drinking. Where was Jimmy last night? Oh that's right, I don't know. He won't tell me where he's living. Why should I care?! I don't. Yes I do. No I don't! Yes. I. Do.
"Fuck."
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Why the hell did all the stupid ones come to me? I hate, no loath, my clinic hours. All it is is a bunch of whiney idiots that don't know that coughing means you have a cold not that you're dying of some rare disease you found on google.
"Listen, as much fun as it is listening to you rant on about how you need drugs for a disease you don't have, I'm going to leave now. If you're here when I come back your shin is going to get a nice introduction to my cane." I say to Ms. Who-ever-the-hell-she-is, waving my cane in intimidation.
"How can you know it's not? You haven't done anything!"
"Oh my bad. I guess all those years at medical school were nothing compared to your 10 minutes on Google."
"But-" Yes, that's right, I've got her on the run!
"You've got a damn cold. Go home and eat some chicken soup. If you still want to make things oh-so complicated then just kill the chicken yourself. I really don't care what you do, just do it far away from me." And with that I leave Ms. I-don't-know-and-like-hell-if-I-care in the room. She'll probably go running to Cuddy screaming how mean Dr. House was so mean! Then add a fake tear to get another sympathy point from Cuddy. Just another day in the Clinic.
And now, thanks to Ms. Stupid I now have a valid excuse to see Wilson.
Not that I need one. I always bother Jimmy when he's down in the Clinic. Nothing to look suspicious. So what if I end up undressing him with my eyes? It's my mind and I'll do what I damn please! Oh fuck… now I'm defending myself to myself. I've really gone off the deep end this time. Damn you Wilson. Why'd you have to pop up in my dreams?
I know for a fact that Wilson's in Exam Room 5. I always know where he is during Clinic duty so that's not suspicious either damn it. I barge into the room without knocking. I've never knocked before so why start now?
"Someone ring for a consult?" I bellow out as I enter into the exam room. I notice Wilson flinch a bit. Was it the yell or is it me? Damn it! Why do I keep over reading?! Stop acting like a sissy with a crush.
"House…" There's that sigh of his. He's got so many damn sighs. I bet his bedroom sigh is…
"I didn't call for a consult…House?"
Fuck! Damn you Wilson! You and your sighs getting my thoughts lost. At least I kept my eyes blank. I think.
"Are you sure about that one? Pretty sure my pager said "House I need you now-Wilson"" Yeah now if only he'd really paged that. Or better yet really said that. Or I could just tell him I needed him. Wait! I don't need him. Neither one of us are ever going to say anything to each other, end of story. Besides I doubt Wilson has dreams about me, let alone sex dreams.
"Let me see it." He reaches a hand out to steal my pager off me. I take a half jump back making sure to not look too graceless with my cane.
"Aw don't you trust me Jimmy?" I retort, giving him false puppy eyes.
"No," he deadpans but I know there's irritation in there. His eyes are so easy to read. Wilson leaves himself open to be read all the time. All anyone has to do is look into those brown eyes and see just like I am right now. I wonder how many girls have looked into those eyes and saw lust. Damn him and his panty pealing ways. Why can't I get that look?
"House?"
"Huh?" Crap. I should have looked away from his eyes .But at least I kept mine closed off still, right? Damn his eyes! They're like black wholes that suck your normal thoughts and replace them with mush I sure the hell don't need to be thinking! Damn it…
"Can you leave?" Pleading. I hate a pleading Wilson. I may act like an ass and push him to his ends but I can't say no to him when he does that. Fuck. How can I get out of here without looking like I'm giving in? Where's a page when you…yes! I snatch my now beeping pager and give it a glance. It's Cameron.
"Sorry Jimmy can't talk now! Looks like Cameron needs my help. I swear she'd be lost without me." I use that as my cue to swivel on my good leg and open the door and march out before he can get another word out. Thank god for Cameron. She may spend way too much time being mushy with people but hey if she can have good enough timing to give me a way out of a sticky situation then she deserves a few gold stars.
"House."
"Holy hell!"
I didn't expect her to be three feet from the door. What the hell was she doing there? Shouldn't she be in the office or with who ever the hell she paged me about?
"Shouldn't you be flaunting your care all over this patient you paged me about?"
"Shouldn't you be doing your own clinic work, not bothering Dr. Wilson while he's doing his?" What the hell?
"I'll have you know I am doing my clinic work," I pick up a nearby folder that is in no way mine but if it gets Cameron off my back it works.
"Right. I know you hate doing your own work but do you have to bother him while he does his?"
Ok since when was this big deal? I always do this to Wilson. Everyone knows that. God don't tell me she's jealous.
"Did you fall off your kindness horse and get a bump on the head?" I say while using my cane to tap the side of her head for dramatic effect. "Because last time I checked I do that all the time and it's never been brought up before." Ha! Fight back on that one Cameron!
"You've been bothering him all day. Not only are you avoiding your work but you're slowing his down. Why can't you just do your own work and let him do his?"
"Are you giving your boss advice on how to work?" What the hell does she know about how I should work?! I don't need her advice on how to interact with Wilson. I'm not a damn kindergartner. I've been friends with Wilson a hell of a lot longer than she's even know him! I'm the Wilson expert, not her. I'm closer to him than anyone's been. Oh hell. I'm trying to defend myself to myself again. Fuck. It's not like Cameron could ever take Wilson from me. She doesn't know about the times Wilson and I spend on my couch at home burning her. I visibly smirk at this. But luckily because of Cameron's stuttering statement it comes off as me sneering at her talking, not something more.
"I…no…I mean..." She's sighing. Is it official sigh day and I just missed the memo?
"All you're doing is making his life miserable. You make his work take more time that it needs to so he has to spend more time here rather than at home. I think you just want him on your level. So you have someone to wallow in pity with." Oh god. She's even crossed her arms. Too bad I can't just knock her unconscious with my cane. That would get her to keep out of my business with Wilson.
"You hit the nail on the head there!" I snarl with sarcastic venom dripping while very graphically seeing the image of my cane cracking against Cameron's scull. "I forgot that because you have such a cute little puppy crush on me that it makes you know me oh so well."
"Well if that's not the reason then what is?" She's fighting back. It's her choice to feed my rage fire. Not my fault if she gets burned.
"You know me I'm such a bad doctor. I need another doctor for help because I'm just not smart enough. Wilson's just sooo smart I thought I could use him as my second brain. Do you think I could con him into giving me half of it?"
"Liar." She's trying to stare me down for the truth. You want the truth Cameron? Fine.
"Fine. I'm madly in love with Wilson and by bothering him I get the excuse to stare at him while thinking about the sex dreams I have about him almost every night that only end when I wake up yelling out his name."
I get a glare and an eye roll as a response before she pivots and clicks off. "Not my fault your jealous! No getting into cat fights over me!" Good. I got her to run off and leave me alone. Maybe now I can get back to my office and hide. I could use a good distraction right now. Wait. that's where they'd look to find me. I'll just go back to the exam room. Maybe Ms. Whatever left like I told her too.
I quickly enter the room when the nurse at the nurse's station isn't looking. Last thing I need right now is to have to explain again to some moron they aren't dieing. I drag myself up onto the exam table and set my cane against it. With a sigh I lay back with my hands behind head, letting my mind drift into thought.
"Oh fuck." What the hell was I thinking?! I just admitted --very loudly -- that I was madly in love with Wilson and the fact that I have sex dreams about him. I guess I just fed that gossip monster. Oh double shit. Did Jimmy hear me? I hope not. Well hell he'd think it was sarcasm anyway. If only he knew. I almost wish he did. Those dreams feel so good. He just feels right to me in my dreams.
"Damn it… stop acting like such a school girl." I mutter to myself as I leap down from the table, swiping my cane from its place against it. I walk swiftly out of the clinic, not caring to check myself out. I need to find a new place to hide that doesn't make me think of Wilson so damn much. Which way was comma guy's room from here again?
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Lyrics for this Chapter:
My friends wonder why I call you all of the time When they insist on knowing my bliss
What can I say
I dont feel the need to give such secrets away
You think maybe I need help, no, I know that Im right
Im just better off not listening to friends advice
I tell them this
When they want to know what the reason is
I only smile when I lie, then I tell them why
(because your kiss) your kiss is on my list
(because your kiss) your kiss is on my list
Because your kiss is on my list of the best things in life
(because your kiss) your kiss is on my list
(because your kiss) your kiss I cant resist
Hall & Oates: Kiss On My List.
Author: Yep that's right. I got this idea from lyrics. That is only half of them though. And only one song out of 2 or 4. (I haven't desided if I want to keep it all under one story or not.) But I hope you liked it! If you do and want me to write more soon give me some feedback! I'm going to keep writing even if you don't, but that doesn't mean I have to share it with you. Bwaha.