This is another one that gets a warning for smutty mcsmut! grins Enjoy!

034. Fly

Flying Lessons

House hated to fly. It wasn't so much the pain in his leg caused by the pressure differentials as the plane ascended and descended as the sheer and utter boredom of being stuck in a large metal tube with so many idiots and being completely unable to get away from them. He combated the boredom as best as he could with journals, books, his iPod and Gameboy but on a long trip even the amusement generated by those things palled. Even verbally poking at whomever he was travelling with got boring after a while.

But Wilson had just come up with best boredom beater ever.

They were crammed into one of the plane's lavatories which was quite the feat considering there was barely enough room in there for one grown man, let alone two. They were pressed against each other with House's back against the one free wall in the place. Wilson was currently sucking on his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine, and unzipping his jeans. House wasn't really able to do much more then clench his fists in Wilson's shirt and try not to make too much noise.

"Mile high club," he gasped as Wilson grazed his teeth over the skin below his ear. "Best idea ever."

"Thought you'd like it," Wilson murmured against his neck.

House's reply was lost in the sudden moan that was dragged out of his throat when Wilson wrapped his hand around his cock.

"For god's sake, be quiet," Wilson hissed urgently. "We don't want to get caught."

"I'm sure they already know we're in here and what we're doing," House gasped as he tried not to thrust into Wilson's hand.

"Yeah but there is such a thing as plausible deniability which doesn't work if you're screaming my name," Wilson replied as he glanced around quickly then, with a grace and agility House could only admire, dropped to his knees in the tight space.

House scowled as he slid his hands into Wilson's soft hair. "I don't scream."

Wilson gave him an amused look. "Of course you don't," he said before he all but swallowed House's dick.

House's head hit the wall with a loud thunk and he gritted his teeth in a mostly successful attempt to keep in the sound that definitely wasn't a scream. As it was, the strangled, slightly muted noise that did emerge made Wilson hum his approval and amusement.

"Wasn't a scream," House gasped as Wilson started moving slowly back and forth, the wet, sucking noises of his actions sounding obscenely hot in the small space.

Wilson hummed again and House's hips jerked forward. He felt one of Wilson's hands come to rest on his hip, pressing him back into the wall and steadying him. He looked down and saw that Wilson's other hand was busy on his own dick and his head fell back against the wall with a low groan and another thunk. He was in the middle of trying to come up with something to hold off his orgasm for just a little bit longer when Wilson did that thing with his tongue that he'd never been able to reproduce and it all become a moot point. He came hot and hard in Wilson's mouth, gasping as his lover swallowed around him.

He barely noticed when Wilson rather awkwardly got to his feet and cleaned off his hand but he did notice when Wilson pulled him forward into a kiss. He could taste himself in Wilson's mouth and he clutched convulsively at his lover. When they finally separated, he smiled languidly at Wilson and let one hand slide down his chest.

Wilson caught his hand with a charming blush and shook his head. "I, uh…already…"

House smiled quirked into something both smug and amused. "From that?"

Wilson's blush deepened. "Yeah."

"Cool," House replied, settling on smug.

Wilson rolled his eyes and tidied them both up.

"Of course, you've got one more question answer," House said musingly though there was a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"What's that?" Wilson said patiently.

"How are we going to get out of here without everyone knowing what we've been doing?" House said with a grin.