This one also gets a warning. Again rated M for Smutty McSmut! grins

018. Crazy

Worth It

"House, you're crazy," Wilson said flatly, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the man who had just locked the door and was now looking at him with an expression of lewd amusement.

"So people keep saying," House said contemplatively as he limped towards Wilson. "But no one's ever proven it."

Wilson backed away from the oncoming man until he bumped into his own desk. Before he could move around the desk, House was standing in front of him, close enough that if he tried to walk away he'd knock the other man over.

"I have work to do," Wilson said defensively, leaning back slightly. "You have work to do. You're supposed to be in the Clinic."

House grinned. "Why do you think I'm here instead?"

"Cuddy will be looking for you and she has a key to this office," Wilson warned as House stepped forward a bit more, stepping in between Wilson's slightly spread feet and nudging his leg with his good knee.

"She won't be looking for me," House said confidently. "Cameron's down in the Clinic. Besides Cuddy's in the middle of a meeting right now."

Wilson almost unconsciously spread his legs a bit further then sucked in a sharp breath when House moved forward again.

"House, I have an appointment," he said, aiming for firm but suspecting that he only managed to make desperate.

"No, you don't," House said as he grabbed Wilson's tie and yanked it off. "Your appointment was cancelled."

"By the patient or by you?" Wilson demanded in a last ditch effort to stave off the inevitable.

House moved forward, erasing the remaining space between them. Wilson's breath caught as House's warmth bled through his trousers and shirt and he instantly became almost painfully hard. House grinned at him and ground their erections together, chuckling at Wilson's moan.

"The patient," he said as he fisted his hand in Wilson's shirt and pulled him closer. "I checked."

House didn't let Wilson say anything else, he let go of his cane and used his newly freed hand to pull his lover's head forward and into a searing kiss. Wilson heard the thwack of the cane hitting the desk then the thump as it hit the floor but it was nothing more than fleeting realisation as he abandoned his earlier complaints and gave in to the kiss. He moaned deep in the back of his throat as House's tongue swept through his mouth then he gathered enough working brain cells to return the favour. By the time they were forced to separate in order to suck in some much needed oxygen, Wilson no longer cared about his work, Cuddy or any other possibility of being caught in what would most definitely be a compromising situation.

He gasped when House leaned in and sucked his earlobe into his mouth then gave it a gentle bite. His hands were resting on House's hips and they tightened hard enough to bruise when House whispered in his ear.

"I want to fuck you over your desk."

Wilson swallowed hard. "Yes," he gasped, something that changed to a whimper of complaint when House pulled away.

"Pants," House growled as he reached into the pocket of his jacket.

Wilson fumbled with the zipper on his trousers as House tossed something on the desk. He glanced around briefly and flushed at the sight of the small tube of lube; clearly House had been planning this. He shoved his pants and boxers down and turned, seeing House shrug off his jacket and start on his jeans as he did so.

"Fuck, James," House said hoarsely and Wilson felt a warm, slightly calloused hand slide up his back under his shirt.

"I think that's the idea," he replied as he spread his legs as far apart as he could with his pants caught around his ankles.

"Yeah," came the growled reply then he felt the warmth return as House plastered himself against his back.

He made a small indistinct sound and shifted back, feeling House's hard cock against the cleft of his arse and the rasp and sting of his jeans against his thighs. He heard House's breath catch then the lube was snatched off the desk. He felt the warmth move then long slick fingers slid down his arse. He moaned and pushed back as a finger circled his hole then made a sound that might have been 'Yes' when the finger pushed inside.

House rested his forehead on Wilson's shoulder and wrapped his arm around his lover's waist as he slid first one, then two fingers in and out. He had no intention of going further than that. They'd done this often enough that he knew he wouldn't hurt Wilson and he wanted it to be tight and hot. This was going to have to be quick. He'd once said to Wilson that he didn't do sex standing up any more and he was fairly sure Wilson hadn't taken him overly seriously, probably because he been pressed up against Wilson in the kitchen and had been adding some impressive marks to his neck. But he'd been serious; sex while bracing most of his weight on one leg was asking for trouble and using both legs was guaranteeing a world of pain. But if he was quick, he knew he could get the pleasure before the pain came.

With that thought in mind, he pulled his fingers out, grinning briefly at the quiet curse that action got from Wilson. He shifted so that he could grab his lover's hips then with a quick move he thrust in, groaning as he was surrounding by tight heat.

"Greg!" Wilson cried, throwing his head back. "Oh, Christ, yes."

House braced himself then withdrew. He slammed back in and repeated the action again and again to the chorus of Wilson's eager encouragement and his own breathless grunts. The growing feel of his oncoming orgasm grew faster than he really wanted but as fast as he actually needed since he could also feel the pain starting to thread its way up his spine.

"Jimmy!" he gasped out.

Wilson seemed to know what he wanted and he shifted one hand to support himself better then moved the other to his dick. He stroked it hard, matching House's thrusts, then swallowed a howl as he came, semen splattering over the front of his desk.

House made a guttural sound as Wilson arse clenched around his dick and his thrusts became sharp and erratic as he came, emptying himself into his lover. He slumped down over Wilson's back and sucked in breath after panting breath, his hands still gripping Wilson's hips hard. He was still gasping when the pain overcame the euphoria and he swore. He let go of Wilson's hips and staggered backwards, his leg crumpling under him, spilling him to the ground. Wilson turned and hurried towards him, nearly tripping over his pants and finally kicking them off savagely before he dropped to his knees on the floor.

"Pills. Jacket," House said through gritted teeth as he grabbed at his thigh.

He dimly heard Wilson move then the rattle of the pills. He took the proffered pill and swallowed, tempted to ask Wilson for another.

"Shit. You knew this was going to happen," Wilson said, his voice thick with guilt.

"Shut up," House growled. "Yes, I did."

He looked over to find Wilson looking at him with guilt and concern.

"Felt good, didn't it?" he said before Wilson could ruin the moment any further than it already had been.

Wilson flushed and House chuckled through the pain though whether it was at the red staining his lover's cheeks or the ridiculous picture they must present right now, he didn't know.

"Yes," Wilson stammered. "Very good."

"Worth it then," House replied as he closed his eyes and waited for the medication to kick in. "Some things are worth the pain, Jimmy."

There was a moment of silence then House felt a warm hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, they are," Wilson replied, his voice full of meaning.