A/N: Changed my mind about other characters / plot / etc. This will be one giant H/W lemon. If you don't want to read pure unmitigated graphic slash, you have definitely come to the wrong place.

Oh, and Pain Management will be updated soon. Today or tomorrow.

Wilson walked into the exam room in his lab coat, holding a file, in full-on Caring Doctor mode. "Hi. I'm Dr. Wilson," he began, then looked at the patient. He glanced at the file in his hand, then at the HELLO my name is TOMMY sticker on the patient's jacket. He narrowed his eyes. "Making up a patient? That's a new one, House, even for you."

House was sucking on a lollipop, unapologetic. "Needed to get you in here."

"You could have paged me," Wilson pointed out, "The way you always do when you want to hide in the clinic and watch TV."

"Don't want to watch TV. And I definitely didn't want Cuddy to barge in on us." He took a long pensive lick and then said, to the lollipop: "I want to fuck."

Wilson blinked. "With… me?"

"Yah."

Wilson's breath left in a long whoosh and he ran a hand through his hair. "Okay."

House seemed surprised at the lack of argument. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. Oh, don't look so shocked," he scoffed. "It's a little late for us to be playing blushing maiden with each other, isn't it?" He took off his lab coat and hung it on the back of the door, faking nonchalance as best he could. "So, who does who?"

It was a mark of how nervous he was himself that House didn't have anything mocking to say. "Wanna flip for it?"

Wilson laughed. "Who am I kidding?" He stepped up to the exam table, planted his feet wide apart, and rested his elbows on it.

House said it again: "Seriously?"

"You've already screwed me in every other possible way."

"You have a point." House went up to him and manhandled him from behind – grabbing his ass, rubbing his shoulders, biting the surprisingly sensitive patch of skin where his shirt had come untucked. He loosened the tie, too.

Wilson shivered at the brush of fingers at his neck, and suddenly became extremely apprehensive about what he was about to do. "House… this is probably like asking the sky to please not rain on me, but…" He turned to look over his shoulder and make eye contact. "Don't hurt me too badly, okay? Be careful."

House was still for a moment and Wilson wondered if he'd said the wrong thing. Would House laugh? Be insulting? Be insulted? After all, he had just implied that-

"Jimmy," House teased gently, "Did I hurt you the other night?"

"No, but we only-"

"Then so far I'm batting a thousand. Have a little faith." House finished with the tie, undid a few buttons so his partner wouldn't look quite so formal, then stepped back and patted him cheerfully on the hip. "Take your pants off and get up on the table," he instructed. "On your back."

"On my…" Wilson did as he was told. As he folded his pants over a chair he heard a noise that surprised him, and turned to check. "Are you… putting gloves on?"

"What?" Being new to this and therefore clueless, House was a little defensive. "There's no need to be unsanitary." He balled up his jacket and slid it under Wilson's lower back to lift his hips up, then without another word lubed up and penetrated with just a finger. "Let me know if it's too uncomfortable."

The clinical nature of it, House standing over him watching him so professionally, was weirding Wilson out a little. "Should I turn my head and cough?" he joked.

House's smile was warm. "Only if you want to." He massaged the tight ring of muscle, small movements an inch or so in and out, watching for reaction. "How's it feel?"

Wilson blushed but didn't answer.

"Look, there's a lot of nerve endings here," House pointed out. He withdrew and rubbed from the outside, circling a few times before easing back in. "You could be straight as an arrow and totally alpha, and this would stillfeel good."

Wilson relaxed, satisfied that he wasn't going to be made fun of for enjoying himself. He watched House and suddenly imagined their roles reversed – House lying here letting himself be opened up in this way, and without warning his cock twitched and came to life. "Yeah – feels good," he said breathlessly.

"So I see." House teased the erection with his free hand, then warned: "Deeper now, okay?"

Wilson sucked in his breath as the finger slid in all the way. Damn, House had big hands. Although not as big as-

His cock jumped again at the thought of it.

"So," House asked after a moment, "More?" At Wilson's nod he squeezed a second finger in beside the first.

The small, shallow circles and the occasional deeper strokes were now ten times more intense. House also began twisting slowly, stretching him, watching his face just to make sure.

But Wilson wasn't in pain. "Let's go – I'm ready," he breathed. "I want…" he trailed off, unsure of how to finish.

"You want what?" House pressed wickedly. "I want to hear what you want."

"Come on." I want you? I want to feel you inside me? Ha, House would love that one. I want you to stick your penis into my rectum? Probably more his style. Wilson sighed. "Let's go, man. Me want fucky-fucky."

House laughed and reached up to ruffle his hair. "Euw," Wilson protested, "You just put your cock-hand on my head!"

House thought he might never get tired of hearing sweet little Jimmy talk dirty. "Better than using the ass-hand," he pointed out, as he pulled out and tossed the glove (inside-outed in a smooth practiced motion) to the floor. "Ready?"

Wilson watched him unzip and roll on a condom. He watched him rub lube all over himself lovingly, and thought Next time I'll do that. The idea of prepping House for what he was about to do was, for some reason, an intense turn-on.

Cold wet something touched him and he flinched.

"Deep breath," House said. "Good. One more… breathe out, and:" He pushed in just a little, paused when Wilson clamped down on him. "Relax for me." The moment the pressure eased he rolled his hips forward, sheathing himself all the way.

They both froze. Their eyes met. House nodded. "Nice."

TBC.

Yeah, sorry, I left off in the middle. I gg now, but I'll post the rest of this tonight. Leave me love!