"House, MD" Speculative Fiction

Owner: David Shore

Title: "Beethoven's Damnation"

Author: Aquarius Seth

Disclaimers: I do not own these characters. D. Shore, Z Shore Productions, Bad Hat Harry Productions, Heel-Toe Productions, Fox Networks and USA Networks have all the rights and leases to the show. They are the only ones making money off of the show.

I can't stress it enough; I'm not sane enough to be offered a job by these companies so I'm definitely not making any money off of this. This is for fun, stress relief and a sanity check for me. Why sanity? Try substitute teaching for six years and tell me if I qualify as sane. Most states would have me locked up in the crazy house by now.

Rated R just because it saves the board people and I the hassle of trying to categorize any section of this spec in another category. Thanks. Oops, this section deserves an R rating. There is AL, AC and SSC in this spec.

Word Count: 2,884

(Wilson, House)

Chapter Six: To The East Shore and Where The Four Winds Blow

After we had left Blythe's house, the trip on the way back to House's apartment was oddly silent. I didn't comment on House's obsession with the radio as he continued to scan the stations. In the end he gave up on the radio and searched for my CD collection.

"You do have anything in here besides musicals to "B" rated slash films?" He grumbled as he skimmed past some very good artists. I sighed knowing I had a strong collection of good artists in my collection. I thought he would have been happy to see some jazz collections, some blues and classic rock CDs in there. I heard him finally sigh towards the end, as he seemed to find something he approved of. "Finally! There's hope for the Wonder Boy yet." I glanced over to find that he pulled the soundtrack to Amadeus out. I wanted to comment on it but he just popped it in before I could say much. I had no problem listening as he skipped to the music scoring Leopold's ghost.

I shivered slightly and he noticed.

"Does it bother you?" He asked as he studied the CD case with apparent interest.

It took everything I had to stop myself from saying, "Gee no. You just skipped ahead to the song that scored the first concert Mozart performed after his father's death and Salieri gets consumed by his own jealousy and goes insane. Besides that, no it doesn't bother me!" "No." He glanced over at me and studied me with that I-know-you're-lying look. "Okay, it's a little…uncomfortable."

"I guess you've watched the movie recently?"

"Not recently but I remember it." I said as I pulled over to a rest stop. He glanced up.

"Break time already?"

"Yeah. I'll be right back." He took the keys out of the ignition as I shut it off. I didn't comment on it until he stepped out of the car with me. I lifted an eyebrow and waited for an explanation.

"You're body isn't the only one with needs." I shrugged my shoulders and walked ahead of him to the bathroom. Once quick glance around proved me right, it was empty and there weren't any cars nearby. I leaned against the wall and pulled out my wallet.

I pulled out a condom and shook my head. I couldn't believe I was going to pull a George Michael in New Jersey. I smiled a little thinking I'd completely catch House off guard.

Besides a little payback for that episode at his mom's house was called for. I slipped my wallet back into my back pocket and looked for a semi-clean spot to kneel down in. Before I could find one I thought was really clean, he walked in.

Following through on sheer adrenaline I pushed him against the closed bathroom door and quickly licked his lips before I dropped to my knees.

"Wilson?" House gasped as I gently nuzzled his cock with the tip of my nose. I looked up at him and smiled wickedly at him. I offered him the condom as I pressed my tongue against his fly. "Oh fuck." I heard him moan as he crumpled the condom packet in his left hand.

His fingers combed through my hair once before they grasped a fistful of hair each and held me in place. I moaned in appreciation before I tried to catch the zipper pull in between my teeth. It took a few clumsy tries but I finally did manage to pull the zipper down with my teeth. I had to take my time because that damned little piece of metal was always threatening to slip out from in between my teeth. However it did serve a greater purpose, it made House squirm and pant in my hold.

After a few minutes of trying to undo his fly with only my mouth I growled in frustration and pulled his jeans and boxers down and out of my way. I wanted to get his undivided attention so I licked his tip and pulled away. He looked down at me and those blue eyes almost had me going for his cock again. Almost, we needed to get something straight right now.

"I'm yours House. I'll do whatever you ask of me. I'll try to ease off the vicodin argument but I'm not going to stop asking you to go to rehab. You know how I feel about that. All I ask is that we respect each other in bed." I waited for his reply, which took a while. I looked up and saw him struggle to swallow the lump in his throat.

"I know that Wilson. Our private life is separate from work and rehab fights right? We won't use sex as ammunition. I promise." I nodded and opened my mouth. "Wait aren't you going to let me slid the condom on?" He asked as he offered me the packet.

"Have you been tested?" I asked as I took it from him.

"Yeah, I'm clean and you?"

"I'm clean. Can I taste you without the condom first? All my wives complained about the taste of rubber." I didn't want to mention my ex-wives but he had to know what I was basing my facts on. He seemed to think about it for a minute or two.

"Okay but the condom gets on, got it?" I nodded and cupped his balls in my hand. "Oh jeez." I heard him hiss as I gently rubbed the edge of my thumbnail in between his balls. They were warm in my hands as I gently began to massage them with my palm. "You've got to hurry I won't last if you keep this pace up." House rushed out as I watched him rest his head against the door.

I smiled briefly as I slowed down even further. He moaned and I felt his body begin to tremble. I let him go long enough to ease his right tennis shoe off and pull the jean leg completely off his right leg. I heard him inhale sharply and I felt him tensing his body, oh yeah, he wasn't prepared for this.

"I don't care about the scar House, I want to have full access to what is going to be mine." I stated clearly as I lifted his leg and slid my torso underneath his thigh. He scooted towards me a little bit so he could rest his thigh against my left shoulder and collarbone. I gently ran my hand up the side of his hip in appreciation.

I let my head tilt to my right as I watched his dick pulse as blood rushed towards it. Unable to help myself I gently rubbed my cheek against the tip. I heard him gasp as I inhaled the scent of his inner thigh skin.

"What the hell are you doing?" As sappy as I knew it was going to sound I couldn't come up with a better way to phrase what I was doing.

"I'm making a memory. In order for you to have clear memories, you need to use all five senses-smell, sight, sound, touch and most important of all taste." I slid my other hand up to his hip and pushed him against the door. I gently brushed my fingertips against his skin feeling the smooth flow of skin from his bony hips, down his butt a little and to the skin behind his thighs. His skin was soft to the touch, even with his skin goose bumping under my fingers. I felt him shutter as I took another deep breath of air closer to his crotch.

I watched and felt his balls tense in my hands when I let my fingers return to cup them. I felt them pulse slightly in my hands as I concentrated on his ragged breathing. "One of these days I'm going to listen to you pant as I give you a hand job but for right now…." I dipped down a little bit more and gently touched his tip with my tongue. I felt him jerk up and heard him inhale a shocked breath of air. I gently cupped his dick with my left hand and felt it pulse in my hand.

"Oh please! What are you…?" House stopped and I heard him inhale a short awkward breath before I slowly tightened my fist around him. I slowly ran my tongue around his tip and I felt his pelvis as it hit my cheekbone. I sighed ever so softly knowing there was no way I could take my time with him this time. He was about to let go of his control and I was not going to hold on to mine.

I did satisfy my curiosity and tugged at his tip only to taste the salty slightly bitter taste of his pre-cum. I now knew I had to lower his salt and acidic foods ever so slightly. I heard him groan and I ripped the condom package open.

"Are you trying to kill me?" He whined as my hands began to tremble. I had just slipped the rubber around his tip when I realized it was crooked. I pulled it back off and heard him hiss in frustration. His fingers flexed in my hair and his fingertips dug into my skull. I had to take a breath but it didn't stop my hands from trembling.

"Shit." I whispered as I imagined my trembling hands tearing the damned thing as I forced it around House. I felt my dick stir in sympathy as I gave up. I caught one rolled section of it between my teeth and used my right hand to hold House's dick still. I lifted my left hand underneath House's dick and somehow managed to ease the condom on him without tearing it.

Once I had eased the flimsy piece of latex around him I glanced up to see House clinching his teeth. His face was turned upwards towards the ceiling and his fingers were now trembling on my skull. "I'm sorry." I offered before I opened my mouth and closed it around his tip.

I nearly gagged at the taste of rubber and my first instinct was to pull away from him but House's hands held me in place. "I swear I'll get some flavored lube soon. I just had no idea that…." He offered as I told myself to get over it and get House off.

It took awhile but my taste buds were able to deal with the taste of rubber enough for me not to gag on every motion. Not that I would ever get used to the taste of rubber but it had eased up at the gag intensity of each flick of my tongue.

I had no idea how long I was on my knees but I knew I was there long enough for my knees to ache in pain. Kneeling on a damn near frozen tile bathroom floor was not the nicest thing I had ever done to my knees. I had small bursts of pain shoot up the back of my thighs, up my butt and settled at the small of my back. Part of me wanted to stop just so I could get off the fucking floor but when I heard House gasp and whimper I knew I had to finish what I started.

I pulled away inhaled a few short breaths and then tightened my fists around him hard enough that he jerked up against his will. His was gasping and making incoherent sounds that might have been words but I could not understand what he was trying to say. I took my last breath and swallowed him down as much as I could. I sucked in an increasingly harsher intensity until he was trying to twist away.

I don't know how long I was at it, I just knew my jaw was killing me and that House had somehow managed to twist us around so much that my head was now up against the door. He straddled my torso and was now leaning against the door with his hands. His hips had taken control of the pace and all I could really do was try to stop myself from gagging as he piston his cock into my mouth.

The back of my skull was throbbing in pain from the numerous times he had banged it back against the door. I figured I was going to be dizzy for awhile once this was over.

Then suddenly I felt House stiffen and I felt the rubber warm up in my mouth. I tasted a few drops of his cum as it leaked out of the rubber but I didn't dare tell House. I kept my lips closed around him until he came down from his climax and he gently touched my lips with his fingertips. I opened my mouth and he carefully removed himself from me.

It took him a few minutes to collect himself enough to slide his jeans and boxers back over his hips and limp over to a toilet stall. I closed my eyes as I realized I could have helped him do that but I hadn't been able to think of it sooner. My world had begun to spin and I didn't dare move out of fear I'd fall all over this less than sanitary floor. I heard the muffled sound of liquid hitting liquid as I realized he had sat down to use the bathroom.

"Are you okay?" I whispered as the world slowed down a bit more. He didn't answer me and that hurt more than I cared to admit. That one sensation of pain brought my spinning world to a violent stop. My stomach clenched and turned violently as I forced my legs to stand up out of fear I would throw up all over my pants. I could never be able to justify vomit all over myself to him. He would forever interpret it as disgust over the actual act and I would never be able to get him to understand it was just my crazed emotional state.

I forced a small amount of saliva down towards my queasy stomach as I eased myself onto my frozen and aching feet. Pain shot up my back and settled at my neck. I slowly clamped my left hand behind my neck and squeezed the muscle hoping to disburse the pain.

I shuffled my way down to the urinals and emptied my suddenly aching bladder as I heard House flush the toilet. I pissed as fast as I could and had just managed to zip up my pants when I heard the stall door open. Neither of us uttered a word as we washed our hands and exited the bathroom.

I some how managed to start the car and House changed the CD to a collection of Beethoven's piano concertos. I mentally thanked God for that little gift as we got back onto the road. I had to concentrate more on the road as my feet slowly thawed out and my knees adjusted to the change in angles. I drove in relative silence as House did ride in complete silence. He had turned towards his window since we pulled out of the rest area and very rarely turned enough to look forward. Before I could utter his name he would turn his attention back towards his window.

I came up with the only conclusion I could draw up with his behavior.

He didn't want to talk about it, hell he didn't even want to acknowledge I was in the same car. I guessed it was just some torrid little tryst that would only haunt me in the small hours of the night.

It took me the rest of the way to Baker Street to quietly suffer through the pain that my brain somehow was able to justify was necessary for the revelations of House's behavior. Not that I was fine when I went inside his apartment to leave his stuff inside -far from it but he didn't need to know how much I was hurt.

I would never let him know.

To Be Continued.