Hey guys! So, I don't really know where this fic came from, I was just thinking about things I'd written for this ship before and suddenly this idea came to me and yeh. I dunno, its a little different I feel to how/what I normally write, but this I what I wanted to write and lately that's what I've been doing.

Hopefully you guys all like my addition to the fandom, much love xox

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He didn't know how he ended up bent over Greg's desk with his pants half way down his thighs. One minute he was stopping in to collect House for lunch in the hospital cafeteria and the next House was drawing the blinds to his glass office and pushing James down onto his cluttered desk, spilling files, a ball of multi-coloured rubber bands, and a half eaten bag of crisps to the floor.

Wilson knew they shouldn't be doing this at work, they even had an agreement not to do this at work. Which had been broken too many times already, but somehow it kept happening. They'd never been caught though, only via some miracle, and it was just tempting fate to keep having sex in various places around the hospital. House's office was probably the most dangerous place yet; people (mostly doctors) came bursting through his door far too often. And yet here James was; two slick fingers up his ass and curling very precisely to find his prostate (being a medical professional paid off in the bedroom).

"Agghhnnn!" James cried out as the fingers rubbed gently over the sweet spot deep inside of him.

House shushed him but the tone said he was smirking rather than frowning, "You know my office isn't sound proof."

"Well maybe you shouldn't have-unnfff…" Wilson was cut off by Greg adding a third finger.

"What was that?" House asked as if he wasn't finger fucking his boyfriend's loosening hole.

"Christ, just fuck me already House," they'd come this far, may as well just embrace it at this point and hope they don't get caught. His anxiety and desire fought about whether that would be embarrassing or exciting.

Greg was still fully dressed, however, after removing his fingers from Wilson, he hurriedly undid the front of his jeans and lubed himself up with one of the big bottles of lube he'd stolen from an examination room. They had another one at home too. Wilson didn't approve of House stealing stuff from the hospital, but he also couldn't really stop him, so he let it go.

James spread his legs as far apart as his trousers would allow and relaxed as he felt Greg kiss the back of his neck. The tip of Greg's slicked length teased Wilson's waiting entrance until the oncologist whined, upon which he was entered.

There was barely a moment for Wilson to get used to being filled when House grabbed his hips tightly and began to slide in and out. He was slow at first, teasing Wilson, making him huff, and whine and tell him to "get on with it."

House was in no hurry though; they had their whole lunch break, and he didn't really care if he made James late for his first after lunch appointment. He did pick up the pace after a couple of minutes though, rolling his hips and pushing himself deeper. Next was a slight angle change, and boy did that get Wilson moaning.

With his fingers gripping the far edge of the desk, he couldn't get a hand anywhere near his rock hard length and the little friction James was catching from the desk every so often was nowhere near enough. If anything the tiny bits of friction only served to drive him mad, he was leaking by now and every time House changed angle or rhythm, it increased not only the pleasure but the desperate need for release.

That was when Greg found his prostate again. To add to his pleasing torture, House didn't just hit his prostate, but rubbed it with the tip of his erection as he had done with his fingers earlier. James was reduced to a string of moans, curses and Greg's name all mashed together and pleading. His legs were shaking and the heat was pooling in his groin as sparks shot through his spine.

Then the door of Greg's office was flung open and in walked none other than Dr Lisa Cuddy herself.

"House I need-" the door swung shut behind her as her brain caught up to what she was seeing, "Oh god, please tell me this isn't what it looks like…" she said in horror.

James nearly died of embarrassment on the spot, his cock was still ready and dripping under the desk though, as he turned his head, his face red, hair mussed, and tried to push House off of him.

Greg, however, was not embarrassed at all and stayed right where he was; balls deep in his boyfriend's ass over his desk.

"It's exactly what it looks like Cuddy; Wilson and I are taking our lunch break privately. You are interrupting," House told her matter-of-factly, the words came out a little breathless.

"You can't have sex on hospital property House, and Wilson, you know better. Jesus, it's always something with you two isn't it?!"

"It-it won't happen again Lisa," James promised as he tried very hard to keep how wrecked he was out of his voice.

"No, it's going to stop right now," Cuddy stood her ground expecting them to give up. She should've known it wasn't going to be that easy.

"Can't do that; see Wilson's pretty close, and he'll be bitchy for the rest of the day if he doesn't come. So if you could get out of my office," Greg motioned to the door with one hand, the other still tightly gripping Wilson's hip.

Cuddy was shocked and it showed on her face, though she'd been more shocked about other things House had done.

Wilson didn't think he could be anymore mortified, until Cuddy didn't leave and House decided that the only way to make her leave was by obviously moving his hips which in effect caused Wilson to moan unexpectedly. He wished the desk would swallow him; how was he ever going to look Lisa in the eyes again?

Cuddy's eyes somehow went wider and she threw her hands up in defeat, "This isn't over!" she yelled as she fled from the office, her heels clicked hurriedly on the floor.

"I can't believe you did that!" James said exasperatedly from under House, even if he was still rock hard after all that, "I can't believe you didn't lock the door."

"Like Cuddy is going to stop us," House began thrusting a steady rhythm again, "the worst she'll do is give me a month of clinic duty. Which is worth having you over my desk like this," he told James the last part in a husky voice.

The voice went straight to Wilson's cock and he moaned, then louder again as one of House's hands slid down his hip to wrap around James' erection and began to pump it in time with his thrusts.

"You're still so hard, I think you liked being caught a little more than you let on James," again with the husky, breathless voice.

For the second time that lunch break James was reduced to incoherent babbling as he raced towards his orgasm. His legs shook and his knuckles were white from gripping the desk, from behind him, James could hear House grunting and panting; the obvious sound that House was getting close. The last thought that went through his mind was that House enjoyed getting caught, and then his prostate was grazed on an inward thrust and James saw white as he nearly screamed through his orgasm.

House joined him less than a minute later, pushing in as deep as possible and groaning loudly. They laid there panting for a few moments until James could think coherently again.

House managed to get off of him and leaned against his desk while cleaning himself and doing up his jeans. Wilson cleaned himself up as good as possible and pulled his pants up, feeling like jelly, then he remembered something.

"You wanted to be caught didn't you?" he accused.

House glanced at the clock on the wall, "Oh look, it's time for your after lunch appointment."

James shook his head, "You bastard," he couldn't bring himself to be entirely mad though.

"Love you too," Greg grinned as James quickly kissed him and then tried to make himself presentable before leaving Greg's office, his legs still a little wobbly.