045. Clinic

Restrictions

Wilson was just leaving the room of one of his patients when the page sounded over the intercom, asking him to come down to the clinic. He frowned slightly then his lips twitched and he glanced down at his watch. Yes, House would be down there right now and the page no doubt came from him. Wilson wandered back to his office and put the file he'd been carrying down on the desk before heading downstairs.

When he got to the clinic he was directed to Exam Room 2 by one of the nurses with a long suffering sigh and a roll of the eyes. He swallowed another smile as he ambled along the corridor. House must actually be mostly behaving himself today if the only reaction from the nurses was a sigh and a roll of the eyes. He knocked lightly on the door of the exam room and walked in to find House in there…alone.

"Aren't you meant to have a patient in here?" he asked with amusement.

House grinned at him. "Supposedly. But what Cuddy doesn't know won't hurt me." He paused and the grin turned decidedly lecherous. "Lock the door."

Wilson's breath caught at the look House bestowed him then he licked his lips. "House," he said warningly. "We said we weren't going to do this at work anymore."

"You said we weren't going to do this at work," House said as he got to his feet and limped towards Wilson. "I, on the other hand, made no such promises."

By this stage he had backed Wilson up against the door and he reached past him and flicked the lock closed.

"House," Wilson said firmly though part of him was wondering why on earth he was protesting when he had House's warm body pressed up against his own. "We are not having sex in an exam room in the clinic."

House raised an eyebrow as he pressed himself against Wilson more firmly then leaned his cane against the wall.

"Why not?" he said with mock-interest. "We've had sex in your office, my office, that storage room on the fourth floor and that room in the empty ward on the sixth floor. Surely an exam room is just a natural progression?"

While he had been speaking, House had wrapped one arm around his lover to steady himself while his other hand started undoing the button of Wilson's shirt. In return Wilson's arms had come up to support him almost automatically and House inwardly congratulated himself for taking advantage of Wilson's natural instinct to help him.

"Well, that's true," Wilson replied, desperately trying to maintain a certain level of control. Something that was becoming increasingly difficult with the tiny caresses House was bestowing on the skin revealed by the unbuttoned shirt. "But we nearly got caught on three of those four occasions and this is more than likely going to become the fourth occasion."

"Nonsense," House said as he slowly began undoing Wilson's belt and pants. "The nurses think I'm with a patient. They think you're here to do a consult. They're not going to interrupt us."

By this stage House had succeeded in undoing Wilson's pants and he shoved them down along with Wilson's underwear and wrapped his hand around his lover's dick. Wilson moaned and his head fell back against the door with an audible thunk. When House's hand did not move, he took a deep breath and gave House an almost pleading look. House merely raised an eyebrow in response, a challenging look in his eyes and Wilson gave a shuddering laugh, trying to remember what House had last said.

"Where is your patient anyway?" he managed in a shaky voice after a few moments.

He was rewarded by House's hand tightening and moving back and forward and he moaned his approval.

"I sent him to the cafeteria with twenty bucks and instructions to stay there for an hour," House replied conversationally though he was by no means unaffected by the sight in front of him.

"Twenty bucks," Wilson said through gasping breaths. "That's generous."

"I had excellent motivation," House replied.

Wilson made a sound that closely resembled a whine when House suddenly removed his hand. His eyes flashed open in time to see House reached for his cane and use it to brace himself while he gingerly lowered himself to his knees, a wince the only indication he would allow of how much it cost him to do that.

"House…Greg!" he said urgently, his hands reaching down to his lover.

House ignored him and dropped his cane, forestalling any further protests by wrapping his mouth around Wilson's dick. Once again the thunk of Wilson's head hitting the door resounded through the room and House pulled away, once again ignoring the whine of protest from Wilson.

"You know, you might want to try a bit of silence there, Dr Wilson," he said with wicked amusement. "Or the nurses'll never believe we're treating a patient in here."

"Greg!" Wilson pleaded.

House chuckled and returned his attention to the task at hand. As he established a hot, tight, wet rhythm he felt one of Wilson's hands come to rest in his hair while a quick glance upwards showed him that Wilson's other hand was clamped over his mouth, muffling the moans and half-formed words. It was probably more a tribute to the potential danger of being caught as much as House's knowledge of exactly what Wilson liked that had the younger man shuddering to completion in fairly short order. House pulled away and licked his lips to catch the last of Wilson's come, his hands resting on Wilson's hips to steady him as certain realisations hit home. When Wilson had recovered and caught his breath, he cupped House's cheek with one hand and smiled.

"I think I owe you something," he said, reaching down to help House stand.

House caught his hand in an iron grip and shook his head and Wilson realised that his lover was far too still and his face was taut and fixed.

"Greg?" he said quietly.

House was silent for a long, long moment then he looked up with a somewhat wry and very pained smile.

"Next time I get the idea to do this, remind me that I really do have some limitations," he said tightly. There would be no need for Wilson to reciprocate. The pain that was rippling through him from his thigh had effectively doused any and all arousal he'd been feeling.

Wilson quickly did up his pants then crouched down. "Will you let me help you?" he said firmly.

House nodded shortly. "No choice. Not really that interested in spending the rest of eternity down here."

Wilson took a deep breath and slid his hands under House's arms and between the two of them they managed to lever House to his feet. They once again found themselves in the position of Wilson being pressed to the door by House; this time with House's face pressed into Wilson's shoulder, his shuddering, gasping breaths giving all the information on House's state of being that was needed. Wilson reached into House's jacket pocket and pulled out the bottle of pills in there. He then helped his lover sit down on a stool and watched as he took one of the pills. House plucked the bottle from Wilson's fingers and shoved it back in his pocket.

As they waited for the Vicodin to provide what relief it could, Wilson gently caressed House's face and shoulders.

"I still owe you," he said quietly, trying to bring some humour back into the room.

House's shoulder's relaxed slightly as the drugs took effect and he raised his head, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"I'll collect tonight when we can use a bed," he said. "So are you going to argue about sex in the exam rooms now?"

Wilson gave a small laugh as he started buttoning his shirt again. "I'm actually not sure whether to say yes or no."