Kutner

Kutner would be hard, Wilson realized. Perhaps harder than Foreman, whom he had had to blackmail. Foreman still couldn't meet his eyes and Wilson realized that he would probably never have a real conversation with the other man again. He spent several days pondering how to entice Kutner and with only three days of the bet left, decided to try something different.

"Hey. How's it going?" Wilson asked, approaching Kutner in the cafeteria.

"Fine, you?"

"Great. Actually I have a proposition for you if you care to listen."

Kutner looked him over curiously. "Sure." They walked to a back table with their lunches and sat down. Wilson cleared his throat.

"I know this is going to sound strange, but I'd like to offer you an amount of money for your services."

"My services?" Kutner asked quizzically. "What services are you talking about?"

"Sexual services." Wilson held his breath waiting for the reply.

"You want to have sex with me?" Kutner asked, astonished.

"Yes. Please keep your voice down. House can't know about this." Wilson looked around as though expecting the diagnostician to be peeking around the corner, listening. "I'm, well, frustrated and I know you're an experimental kind of guy so I thought maybe you'd help me out. I would be willing to pay you, of course."

"That would make me a prostitute," Kutner pointed out.

"Yes." Wilson considered his next words carefully. "I've been watching you for a while and I like you. I've got to admit that this isn't my style, usually. I'm not the type of guy to go out and get a hooker, but I know you and I trust that you don't have any demons hidden away that might come out to kill me later."

Kutner laughed at Wilson's phrasing. "No I don't have any STDs if that's what you're asking." Wilson looked around again and Kutner lowered his voice. "I've never…experimented like that. I don't know what it entails."

"Well, we have sex. I suppose that's all unless you'd like to do something else."

"Meet me in the morgue at 7," Kutner told him. "But I can't guarantee that this will happen more than once. I'm more of a breasts type of guy if you know what I mean."

"Great. I'll see you then," Wilson said enthusiastically. Everything was falling into place for him. He picked up his sandwich and bit into it as Kutner walked away.

Wilson made his way down to the morgue and ran into Kutner, who was waiting at the door. They went inside and locked the door, so as not to be discovered, then set down to business. "How much are you going to pay me?" Kutner asked as Wilson pulled out his wallet.

"How much do you want?" the oncologist asked.

"Five hundred dollars."

"Five hundred dollars?" Wilson was slightly taken aback. He had never paid for sex before, but then again he was generally not having sex to win a bet. He nodded and took off his pants, tossing them onto one of the chairs that sat in the corner. The men undressed in silence and then moved forward simultaneously.

Kutner made the first move, his boldness peaking as he kissed a man for the first time. He ran his hands over Wilson's back and down the sides of his hips. Wilson was hard instantly, but it took Kutner a few moments to feel anything. Wilson bit Kutner's lip roughly and spun him around, pushing him up against a table. The Indian man braced himself against the table as Wilson spread his legs and probed his bottom with lubed up fingers. He was starting to enjoy himself until he felt the other man's erection pressing against his opening.

Kutner bit back a strangled cry as Wilson thrust into him, which made Wilson all the more interested. He had figured that Kutner had experimented more, being the easily bored type. He moved in and out of the younger man with ease after a few moments and felt Kutner move him hips in sync with the thrusting. Wilson wrapped his arms around Kutner's midsection and changed his stroke so that he pushed against the other man's prostate. Kutner emitted a noise somewhere between a moan and a cry and Wilson smiled into his shoulder.

The pace quickened as Wilson neared his release. He wrapped his hands around Kutner's hard cock and stroked as he pushed forward, running his thumb over Kutner tip as he pulled back. He thrust into Kutner once more, hard and came, feeling Kutner's come cover his hand as well, and then pulled out of the younger man completely.

Once they had caught their breath, Wilson grabbed his pants and pulled out five hundred dollars and handed it to Kutner. "Thank You!" Kutner left a little richer and Wilson left one step closer to his date with House.