See You Tomorrow
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damigellaTitle: See You Tomorrow
Spoilers: none
Summary: Triple drabble: House and Wilson have changed their lunchtime routine.
Rating: R for explicit smut.
Warning: From my darkest side. Not beta read. Highlight for possible triggers. Severe brain injury, non-con.
Word Count: 300.
ETA: An ff review starts with the words: Sorry, this is sick.
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storm_seller has written an amazing companion piece from House's viewpoint, Not If I See You First.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the House, MD characters, which is good since I tend to kill them. Or worse.
Wilson looks with desire at House's naked body: sensual mouth, wide shoulders and narrow hips, long shapely legs, elegant feet. He should be used to it by now, and yet the sight always takes his breath away. Then Wilson's hands and mouth start performing their magic, and soon the shriveled penis is standing erect. His fingers trace the vein climbing along it, his lips push down the foreskin and his tongue teases the slit, his other hand circles the soft silk of the balls.
Time for condoms and lube. After doing it almost every day for months he doesn’t need preparation anymore; he just straddles House, one knee on each side, and slowly lowers himself, gently guiding his lover inside him. A deep breath as his body admits the welcome intrusion, and then he pushes down all the way, moaning as he feels his own balls resting on House’s skin.
For a moment he wishes he could see the blue of the closed eyes. Then he starts pushing himself up and down, slowly increasing the rhythm while he kneads House’s nipples. When he feels that his lover is close to the edge, he moves his left hand to his own body, synchronizing its movements with those of his thighs. With practiced ease he brings them both to orgasm simultaneously, his ring muscles contracting around House’s throbbing cock.
He quickly cleans them both up and disposes of the condoms. "We'll spend the whole next weekend together, I have no urgent case." Once he's dressed and everything is tidy again, he unlocks the door, then checks one last time House's monitor. "See you tomorrow," he adds as he leaves the Vegetative State Patients room.
He tarries a moment before closing the door, hopelessly waiting for an answer. As he does every day.
*****
Author's note: This ficlet is inspired by Pedro Almodovar's movie Talk To Her.
Spoilers: none
Summary: Triple drabble: House and Wilson have changed their lunchtime routine.
Rating: R for explicit smut.
Warning: From my darkest side. Not beta read. Highlight for possible triggers. Severe brain injury, non-con.
Word Count: 300.
ETA: An ff review starts with the words: Sorry, this is sick.
EATA:
storm_seller has written an amazing companion piece from House's viewpoint, Not If I See You First.Disclaimer: I don't own any of the House, MD characters, which is good since I tend to kill them. Or worse.
Wilson looks with desire at House's naked body: sensual mouth, wide shoulders and narrow hips, long shapely legs, elegant feet. He should be used to it by now, and yet the sight always takes his breath away. Then Wilson's hands and mouth start performing their magic, and soon the shriveled penis is standing erect. His fingers trace the vein climbing along it, his lips push down the foreskin and his tongue teases the slit, his other hand circles the soft silk of the balls.
Time for condoms and lube. After doing it almost every day for months he doesn’t need preparation anymore; he just straddles House, one knee on each side, and slowly lowers himself, gently guiding his lover inside him. A deep breath as his body admits the welcome intrusion, and then he pushes down all the way, moaning as he feels his own balls resting on House’s skin.
For a moment he wishes he could see the blue of the closed eyes. Then he starts pushing himself up and down, slowly increasing the rhythm while he kneads House’s nipples. When he feels that his lover is close to the edge, he moves his left hand to his own body, synchronizing its movements with those of his thighs. With practiced ease he brings them both to orgasm simultaneously, his ring muscles contracting around House’s throbbing cock.
He quickly cleans them both up and disposes of the condoms. "We'll spend the whole next weekend together, I have no urgent case." Once he's dressed and everything is tidy again, he unlocks the door, then checks one last time House's monitor. "See you tomorrow," he adds as he leaves the Vegetative State Patients room.
He tarries a moment before closing the door, hopelessly waiting for an answer. As he does every day.
*****
Author's note: This ficlet is inspired by Pedro Almodovar's movie Talk To Her.
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Date: 2011-04-20 03:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-20 06:00 pm (UTC)As I said in the poll comment, it's weird how I sometimes need other people comments to understand my own thoughts. Thank you for being so perceptive.
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Date: 2011-04-20 06:57 pm (UTC)This was about more than making love/sex (of course, this depends on the reader's viewpoint. This isn't even about if Wilson really wants House in a sexual manner. This goes beyond that, and so, in its own way it's beautiful (god, I hope I don't get flamed for writing that). If Wilson were the one in the vegetative state, I can House doing the same to him. And if Wilson were to ever somehow wake up, and learn of what House had done, I can see him accepting and understanding House's actions.
Wilson has said that the two most important things he has are his job and his "screwed up friendship" with House, and so to loose one of them would of course devastate him. The continuation of that relationship (no matter how tenuous or how) would be his goal. And since we know of House's dependance of Wilson, the same holds true.
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Date: 2011-04-21 06:35 am (UTC)