Collecting the Winnings

It was perhaps the hardest thing he would have to do for love: destroy one person's hopes of getting married in order to attain his own love. Amber would have approved…he was certainly taking care of himself. Wilson took several deep breaths before stepping into Cuddy's office. She beamed up at him from behind the desk as he approached, but paused when she took in the look on his face.

"Hey, what's going on?" she asked, standing. He held up his hand, however, asking her silently not to greet him with her customary kiss.

"You should sit down for this," he said grimly. Her eyes widened, preparing for the bad news that he was obviously there to deliver. He stood in front of her desk silently for a moment while she settled back into her seat, then took another deep breath. "I'm sorry, Lisa. I really am, but I cannot marry you."

"What?" she whispered, her eyes filling up with tears. She bit her bottom lip, trying to still its quivering and to keep the liquid from spilling past her lashes. Wilson hung his head.

"This is the last thing I expected to happen, but it can't be undone," he told her. "I've…well House has finally shown me some interest…" He felt like a complete ass for saying the words to her when he knew that she would be shocked and utterly hurt. "He and I are…well, we're a thing, I suppose. As of about an hour ago. IF I break off our wedding plans."

"I understand," she said shakily, trying to swallow the pain that was welling up inside her. He could see it in her eyes, however. "Do what you have to do."

"I still want to help you have a baby. I'm still going to help you with it and give it everything it needs. I just…God, I am so sorry," he told her. He rubbed the bridge of his nose between his eyes. "I'll go now."

She didn't reply and he knew that she was afraid of crying in front of him. He nodded solemnly, turned on his heel and walked quickly out of the office. His heart was heavy for Cuddy, but he felt so relieved and so utterly happy that the guilt he felt at ruining Cuddy's plans and hopes was massively diminished.

Wilson took the elevator back up to his floor and walked straight to House's office. Blue eyes met brown through the glass door and House knew what had happened. He motioned for Wilson to come in and as he walked through the door, the oncologist felt an overwhelming sense of passion. More than he had felt with any of his wives, a little more than he had felt with Amber, and infinitely more than he had felt with Cuddy or any of his other partners that had won him the bet with House.

House stood and met him at the front of the desk. "So you did it?" he asked Wilson. The younger man nodded. "Are you sure you want this?"

"God, yes. I want this, House. I've wanted this since college. Why the hell do you have to be so skeptical? Not everything is…" But House cut him off before he could finish with a hard kiss. He gave in and let House's tongue rake over ever surface of his mouth.

"Now that you're done talking, we can move on to more interesting things," House said after breaking the contact with Wilson. "How did she take it?"

"Not good. I think I really hurt her."

"Too bad. I don't know that either of us can do anything about it, though. I'm assuming that you told her the truth."

"Yes," Wilson replied, blushing a bit.

House rolled his eyes. "Let's go to your office. It's more private."

"Alright." Wilson walked calmly down the hall with House and locked the door behind them once inside. He didn't have time to say anything else, however, because as soon as he turned back around House was dragging him over to the couch, his pants already discarded. The experience was enough to make Wilson instantly hard. They pulled roughly at each other's clothing between steamy kisses until both were naked. Wilson pushed House back onto the couch and crouched down between his legs.

He would have liked to tease House, to punish him for putting them both through so much trouble, but his raging erection would have none of his dragging things out. He swallowed House whole right away, the older man making a strange mewling sound as his member was sucked into the cavern of Wilson's mouth. After a few moments of Wilson's ministrations, House was as hard as Wilson and as ready to go. Wilson helped House lube up his cock and got down on all fours in the floor.

"You want it like this?" House asked.

"Yes," Wilson gasped as House positioned himself at his entrance. "Now, House."

House was not one to argue with sex on the line and so he thrust forward. He buried himself into Wilson to the hilt and froze, waiting for Wilson to adjust to his size. "You ok?" he asked the younger man.

"Ok. Continue…" Wilson said after a moment and House wasted no time in complying. He made no excuses and pounded into the oncologist relentlessly, needing release and having wanted the other man for a long time. Wilson endured the pain and pleasure mingling within him for several moments, before he was overtaken by sheer bliss. House brushed Wilson's prostate and Wilson couldn't hold back. He came all over the carpet, pulling House into orgasm with him as his muscles contracted around the throbbing penis of the diagnostician.

"Was it worth it?" House asked, rolling to the side and propping his leg up on the couch after a moment. "Was that worth raping, lying, and hurting most of your friends in the hospital?"

"I would have to say yes," Wilson panted, still face down on the floor, his semen sticking him to the carpet. They lay like that for almost an hour before House got unsteadily to his feet and began dressing again.

"I have a patient. Be at my place tonight at 8 with beer and pizza," He said before leaving Wilson naked in his office. Wilson sighed, content with life. So far, his relationship with House was magnificent. He couldn't regret anything he had done because, somehow, he knew that he had found the right fit.

The End

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