Well, I'd best whack a warning in front of this one. It is definately rated M for Smutty McSmut! Enjoy!

015. Devious

Giving Orders

Anyone who had known Gregory House for any length of time would be able to tell you that the man was devious. James Wilson, who had known House longer than anyone else, could give you chapter and verse on how devious the man was. He could write essays, theses, chapters, hell, even whole multi-volume books on the deviousness of Greg House. And yet, in spite of his ample experience, he still managed to end up in situations like this.

Admittedly he wasn't exactly averse to being in this situation; it wasn't unpleasant. In fact it certainly had its merits. In fact, though he was reluctant to admit it, being tied to House's bed with his own ties was kind of…hot.

It was also extraordinarily frustrating.

Mostly because right now, House was simply lying naked on his side next to him and smirking at him instead of actually doing something…anything.

"House? Are you planning on actually doing anything?" Wilson said aiming for calm and sort of making it, though it was possible the slight whine in his voice gave lie to that.

"I am doing something," House replied smugly. "I'm looking."

"How about something else?" Wilson asked, shifting on the bed in a futile attempt to get some kind of friction on his erect cock.

"Like what?" House said with completely artificial curiosity and an utterly false innocent look on his face.

"You could touch me?" Wilson said, the whine becoming more evident.

"Touch you, huh?" House said pensively though there was a wicked twinkle in his eyes. He reached out with one finger and poked Wilson in the ribs once before retreating. "There you go."

Wilson absolutely did not whimper. "Greg!" he whined, not even bothering to hide it this time.

"James," House mocked and Wilson immediately ranked him in the top ten in his evil genius list.

Wilson bucked on the bed, pulling uselessly at his bonds, momentarily unable to articulate what he wanted. House watched him with smug amusement the whole time and Wilson mentally bumped House up a few notches on that list.

"Touch me!" Wilson demanded.

"I did," House replied, watching him intently.

"Not like that," Wilson replied, shifting again, trying to get closer to House.

"How then?" House said immediately, his voice suddenly hoarse and his eyes darkening, and Wilson got it.

He shivered for a moment at the dichotomy of being utterly helpless and yet completely in control then he swallowed hard.

"Kiss me," he said at the end of a sharp gasp.

The barest of smiles appeared on House's lips then he leaned forward and took Wilson's mouth in a kiss of sheer carnality, lust and desire. Wilson moaned into it and raised his head, trying to get even deeper. But House inexplicably pulled away, drawing a definite whimper this time from Wilson.

"Kiss me again," he said, his voice croaky.

House leaned in again and resumed the kiss until they were forced to separate, gasping and panting. For a brief second House pressed close then he moved back to where he'd been lying at the start of all of this.

"Touch me," Wilson rasped. "My chest, stomach, anywhere."

He saw dark squalls of lust flare in House's eyes then his own eyes closed as long, slightly calloused hands started drifting over his chest, brushing his nipples and moving away then returning to pinch and twist them into hard nubs. He moaned at the sensation, soft words of encouragement alternating with equally soft curses. Then the hands left again, caressing his collarbones briefly before roaming downwards and stroking the soft skin on his stomach. He felt the bed shift then those hands were roaming over his hips and down his legs, pausing to rub the sensitive skin behind his knees then loving on until they gently stroked the tops of his feet.

"More," he groaned.

"What?" House said in a low voice full of arousal.

Wilson felt a blush growing but he knew…knew…the game House was playing and he shoved down his embarrassment.

"Kiss me. Lick me." He hesitated. "Suck me."

He heard a low, slightly strangled moan from House and opened his eyes. The older man was lying halfway down the bed, his eyes dark, only a thin line of blue visible around the pupils. The arousal in those eyes made Wilson moan as well and his hips bucked involuntarily. When he felt the first soft kiss on the top off his foot, his head fell back against the pillows and he wrapped his hands around the ties leading from his wrists.

House slowly kissed, licked, nibbled his way back up his body as he moaned and whimpered and spoke broken words of delight. He gasped when House bit sharply at his hip then sighed as the bite was laved with a quick lick and kiss. He whimpered in frustration when House kept moving up instead of sideways and his hips jerked again.

The kisses and licks stopped and House chuckled. "Am I going to have to pin you to the bed?"

Wilson's hard, leaking dick twitched at that and he could almost hear House's eyebrow going up.

"That's something to remember," House said smugly.

Wilson opened his mouth to say something but his words die in a strangled gasp as House's mouth closed on his nipple and bit down. The bite wasn't hard, barely a nip, but it sent ripples of sensation through Wilson's body and he arched into the contact, barely aware that he was babbling. House spent some time on that nipple, repeating that nip and adding licks and kisses, then he moved over to the other one. By the time he decided he was finished, Wilson was writhing on the bed.

"Please, Greg," he pleaded as he looked over at his lover. House seemed perfectly in control, even a little smug.

"Please what?" House asked, his voice the only indication that the control was somewhat illusory.

"S…suck me," Wilson stammered.

"Where?" House asked and Wilson finally moved House to the top of his list.

"M…my dick," Wilson said with a gasp. "Please."

House gave him a heated smirk. "Since you ask so nicely."

Any reply Wilson was contemplating was destroyed when House all but swallowed his cock in one swift move. Wilson wailed and bucked, unable to stop himself. House didn't seem to mind and swiftly shifted around so that he could anchor Wilson's hips to the bed. Once he'd done that he proceeded to suck and lick Wilson's dick like it was one of his lollipops, making obscene slurping noises that Wilson was sure would come back to haunt him the next time he saw House with one of the lollies. Wilson was unable to do more than gasp in breaths and make indistinct moans and whimpers, summoning all of what remained of his brain to manage a harsh "Nnggh!" just before he came. He dimly felt House's hips bucking against his thigh and then a wet warmth before he succumbed to his post-coital haze.

When he felt some sense flow back, the first thing he realised was that he'd been untied. The second was that he had been covered with the sheets and blankets and the third was that there was someone warm pressed up against his side, drawing patterns on his chest. He drew in a deep breath and opened his eyes with a lazy, sated smile.

House was draped half over him and he quickly wrapped his arms around his lover.

"That was…unbelievable," he murmured as he realised that House was drawing an anatomically correct diagram of a lung on his chest.

"Of course it was," House said smugly and Wilson somehow refrained from rolling his eyes.

"Did you…?" he began.

House snorted and began drawing a diagram of what Wilson thought might be a spleen. "You have that effect on me," House said in an offhand manner.

"Cool," Wilson replied, unable to summon enough brain cells to manage anything more profound though he really liked the idea of House getting off on getting him off.

House snorted again then his hand stilled for a moment and Wilson could feel him smiling against his shoulder. "Yeah."

Wilson settled himself a little more comfortably and drew House a bit closer. "Next time it's your turn," he murmured as sleep dragged him down, smiling when he felt House's shudder and knowing that was a definite yes.