Author's Notes: This one is a rated M fic for smutty mcsmut.

091. Birthday

The Present

"Happy birthday."

House looked up from his Gameboy and gave Wilson a flat look. "Is it?" he said in a warning tone.

Wilson's lips twitched as he let the door close behind him. "Of course it is and I suddenly realised I hadn't got you a present."

House turned his attention back to his game. "Good. Though if you insist on going all out, you can pay for dinner tonight."

The click of the door locking and the sound of the blinds being drawn had House looking up from his game in surprise.

"Nope," Wilson said as he finished closing the blinds. "I had something else planned."

House was now intrigued enough to toss the Gameboy on his desk. He eyed Wilson curiously.

"What precisely did you have in mind?"

Wilson didn't answer and House's eyes widened slightly as the oncologist took his lab coat off then pulled off his tie. He draped both over the back of the chair he normally sat in then walked purposefully around the other side of the desk. Before House could say anything, Wilson had dropped to his knees and placed one hand on House's jeans right over his dick. House closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of Wilson's hand seep through the denim and his dick hardened with gratifying speed.

"James?" he said hoarsely.

"Shut up," Wilson replied as he unzipped House's jeans and wrapped one hand around his cock.

The sudden wet warmth that surrounded his erection had House doing just that though he was sure Wilson wouldn't hold the moan against him. One hand tightened around the arm of his chair while the other dropped down to bury itself gently in Wilson's hair. He whimpered when Wilson ran his tongue up the underside of his of his cock and let out a whispered "Fuck, Jimmy" when Wilson increased both his suction and speed. It was when Wilson started humming that he finally came, his hips jerking and his hand tightening in Wilson's hair briefly.

House slumped slightly in his chair as he tried to get his breath back, his hand gentling and stroking Wilson's hair. He felt Wilson tidy him up and tuck him away then he opened his eyes. Wilson was still kneeling in front of him, resting one elbow on his good thigh. He had a smile on his face and his eyes were full of smug amusement. House let the hand that was still buried in Wilson's hair drift down to stroke his cheek, feeling something clench inside his chest when Wilson leaned into the gentle caress.

"Did you like your birthday present?" Wilson asked quietly.

"Loved it," House replied.