This is sort of a sequel to Hot, Seek and Kill. Though it can be read separately it was inspired and does lead on from those fics.
048. Movie
Voyeur
Cuddy's first impression was that it was like watching a movie, albeit one without sound. She was standing in House's darkened office, frozen to the spot by what she was seeing. She'd come in to ask how House's current patient was doing after a day of watching the vaguely furtive to-ing and fro-ing of House's ducklings. She'd been surprised to find his office dark since she was sure he was still in the hospital then she'd seen the movement on the balcony. She'd walked into the office expecting to find House outside sulking or possibly even talking to Wilson but instead she'd gotten…this.
House was standing facing the office, hands clutching the balustrade convulsively, his cane discarded on the ground. His head was thrown back and his face was a picture of aroused pleasure. His eyes were closed and his lips were swollen and wet. His shirt had been unbuttoned and the t-shirt he was wearing underneath had been rucked up slightly, revealing his stomach and part of his chest. His jeans and underwear had been shoved down to his ankles but she wasn't looking at the scar that could be clearly seen on his thigh. The thing that had Cuddy frozen to the spot and unable to look away was the sight of James Wilson on his knees, his hands clutching at House's hips, sucking House's dick enthusiastically and clearly responsible for the utterly debauched picture House currently presented.
Her breath sounded loud in her own ears and she had to quickly clap a hand to her mouth to cover the gasp when House slid a gentle hand into Wilson's hair. She couldn't recall the last time she'd seen such a loving action from House. Maybe before the infarction with Stacy but certainly not since then. She could feel her nipples hardening into peaks in her bra and she had almost physically restrain herself from touching. She knew she should walk out of the office, close the curtains and leave them to it, but she just couldn't make herself walk away.
Just then House lowered his head and his eyes caught hers. She froze feeling like a deer caught in the headlights and nearly turned and ran but then House smirked at her, amusement warring with the arousal and lust in his eyes. His eyes flickered down to where Wilson was kneeling then they met hers again and this time there was a hint of a challenge in them as well.
Wilson must have done something that House thoroughly approved of because he suddenly broke off eye contact with Cuddy and closed his eyes. He looked like he was groaning and she saw his hips buck forward slightly. That seemed to be what Wilson was waiting for and Cuddy saw the oncologist stroke House's hips encouragingly.
As Cuddy watched, House began fucking Wilson's mouth, his hips moving back and forth with growing speed and Wilson kept his hands on House's hips, supporting and encouraging him. Cuddy felt a dark heat pooling low in her stomach and a wetness growing between her thighs and she shuddered with the effort of staying still and silent. Finally House tensed and threw his head back, his face looking almost pained and his hand tightening in Wilson's hair and she knew he was coming. She gasped and staggered backwards, almost vibrating with sexual frustration.
She turned and stumbled to the door, glancing backwards only once to see House pulling Wilson to his feet. He looked over Wilson's shoulder as he pulled his lover into a kiss and his eyes once again met Cuddy's. But this time they were full of satisfaction and lazy satiation and as she turned away, Cuddy also realised there had been something else in those blue eyes. Warning, possessiveness and unrelenting sense of mine. Cuddy reeled away from House's office, dimly thankful that there was no one in the corridor and filled with a sense of regret and loss…though for whom she couldn't tell.