Maspalomas
Jul. 12th, 2011 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
damigellaSummary: House chooses a holiday destination/ carefully plans entertainment for two./ Wilson has doubts about the situation,/ but in the end there is fun for him, too,/ enjoying a gay-friendly, sun-bathed nation/ with a wide view on what tourists may do.
AU, h/w established. Dialog only.
Rating: Adults only, for nudity and sex.
Note: Wilson's POV: words he doesn't understand are omitted. Happy, sunny mood. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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sick_wilson challenge Into The Woods. Sorry, no trees.
Word Count: ~750.
Disclaimer: as usual.
"House, remind me why we're here."
"Isn't it beautiful?"
"It is. Wonderful, large sandy beach. But there are plenty of beautiful beaches in our country as well."
"This beach has some features that are rare at home, but we need to walk some more to see them. How is it going?"
"The wet sand is easier than the dry, but both are difficult. Walking with a cane sucks."
"At least for you it's not a permanent condition. Come on, we're almost there."
"House… why are all these elderly people naked? And why do they all speak German?"
"They don't. Some speak Dutch. And they're naked because they like to be."
"I see. Well, I certainly never saw that in New Jersey, but I'd say it would be worth crossing the Atlantic not to see it."
"Are you getting ageist, Wilson? You're getting no younger, you know. But in fact the place I meant is after the next kiosk."
"I hope it gets better, because I'm starting to be tired."
"Stop moping. Not my fault if you slipped while running to catch the train in Princeton and tore a ligament. Public transport to Newark seems more dangerous than transatlantic flight as far as you're concerned."
"I thought you had made fun of me enough. And we're almost at the kiosk and I see no differences."
"Look better, Wilson."
"They're still naked. Well, they're younger. More… fit."
"Is that all you notice? Why are you blushing, Wilson?"
"Everyone is… male."
"Welcome to Maspalomas' gay nudist beach!"
"House, what are you doing?"
"What should I be doing? I try to blend in with the crowd. My bathing trunks are more noticeable than my scar here - the scar may be a tattoo, after all. What are you blushing about? Nothing you haven't seen before."
"No, of course not. It's just weird to see you naked in the sun. And there are indeed enough tattoos around. Body piercings, as well. I… I don't think I can undress, though."
[Click here for a NSFW photo, including male nudity but no genitals or sex acts.]
"Don't worry. No one will be upset by a hard on. It's perfectly visible through your speedos anyway."
"House, there's a police car! On the beach! Cover up, please!"
"Calm down, Wilson. The police is here to protect and help the tourists. Hola! "
"House, quit discussing with them, it makes me nervous. What's going on?"
"Climb in the backseat of the jeep."
"Are you being arrested? Or both of us? You'll drive me crazy, House."
"Shut up and enjoy the view. All this beautiful naked manflesh."
"Where are we driving to? There's nothing and nobody here."
"Okay, that's our stop. Wilson, get down. Muchas gracias!"
"What's this mini-Stonehenge?"
"It's to shelter people lying in it from the wind, and from spectators. I figured out you'd need this and the dunes to overcome your natural modesty."
"House… you asked the police to drive us across three hundred yards of beach in order to see me naked in a public place?"
"Chill, Wilson. We're crippled tourists, and the police are there to help. One of them even complimented me on my good catch after I told him you spoke no Spanish. He said he'll tell his pal of the next shift to come pick us up in a few hours."
"This is so crazy. House… House, what are you doing now?"
"Making sure you quickly conform to the dress code, and get in the right position. While we drove here I've been looking around for inspiration and there's something I definitely want to do now. Cheer up, you'll get to keep your speedos on."
"On… as in wrapped around my wrists? House, are you… oh. Ooooohhh."
______
"You had said you would apply sunscreen on both of us."
"I did, carefully. Apparently some of it got rubbed off when the lube-come mixture leaked out. The second time was your idea anyway."
"Yeah, well… I like to top, too. And you looked so hot lying there all spent."
"Fine with me, but you should have thought of re-applying sunscreen. Cheer up, now, some aftersun and tomorrow you'll be good as new. Cherry red is fashionable anyway."
"Besides the fact it hurts, sunburns aren't anything to laugh about, House. What if I get a melanoma?"
"Thank you for reminding me, I'll take pictures so if it happens I'll get a publication out of it. I bet there aren't so many cases where the sunburn-induced version develops on the perineum, I'll keep you carefully monitored."
"I'm not sure I trust you. I'm the oncologist, after all."
"I won't share with anyone the pleasure of looking at your ass, and don't worry, I'll be very thorough. God, Wilson, you're so cute when you're worried: I think I'll skip the aftersun and go for tongue-bathing instead."
AU, h/w established. Dialog only.
Rating: Adults only, for nudity and sex.
Note: Wilson's POV: words he doesn't understand are omitted. Happy, sunny mood. Written for
yarroway's camp sick_wilson challenge Into The Woods. Sorry, no trees.Word Count: ~750.
Disclaimer: as usual.
"House, remind me why we're here."
"Isn't it beautiful?"
"It is. Wonderful, large sandy beach. But there are plenty of beautiful beaches in our country as well."
"This beach has some features that are rare at home, but we need to walk some more to see them. How is it going?"
"The wet sand is easier than the dry, but both are difficult. Walking with a cane sucks."
"At least for you it's not a permanent condition. Come on, we're almost there."
"House… why are all these elderly people naked? And why do they all speak German?"
"They don't. Some speak Dutch. And they're naked because they like to be."
"I see. Well, I certainly never saw that in New Jersey, but I'd say it would be worth crossing the Atlantic not to see it."
"Are you getting ageist, Wilson? You're getting no younger, you know. But in fact the place I meant is after the next kiosk."
"I hope it gets better, because I'm starting to be tired."
"Stop moping. Not my fault if you slipped while running to catch the train in Princeton and tore a ligament. Public transport to Newark seems more dangerous than transatlantic flight as far as you're concerned."
"I thought you had made fun of me enough. And we're almost at the kiosk and I see no differences."
"Look better, Wilson."
"They're still naked. Well, they're younger. More… fit."
"Is that all you notice? Why are you blushing, Wilson?"
"Everyone is… male."
"Welcome to Maspalomas' gay nudist beach!"
"House, what are you doing?"
"What should I be doing? I try to blend in with the crowd. My bathing trunks are more noticeable than my scar here - the scar may be a tattoo, after all. What are you blushing about? Nothing you haven't seen before."
"No, of course not. It's just weird to see you naked in the sun. And there are indeed enough tattoos around. Body piercings, as well. I… I don't think I can undress, though."
[Click here for a NSFW photo, including male nudity but no genitals or sex acts.]
"Don't worry. No one will be upset by a hard on. It's perfectly visible through your speedos anyway."
"House, there's a police car! On the beach! Cover up, please!"
"Calm down, Wilson. The police is here to protect and help the tourists. Hola! "
"House, quit discussing with them, it makes me nervous. What's going on?"
"Climb in the backseat of the jeep."
"Are you being arrested? Or both of us? You'll drive me crazy, House."
"Shut up and enjoy the view. All this beautiful naked manflesh."
"Where are we driving to? There's nothing and nobody here."
"Okay, that's our stop. Wilson, get down. Muchas gracias!"
"What's this mini-Stonehenge?"
"It's to shelter people lying in it from the wind, and from spectators. I figured out you'd need this and the dunes to overcome your natural modesty."
"House… you asked the police to drive us across three hundred yards of beach in order to see me naked in a public place?"
"Chill, Wilson. We're crippled tourists, and the police are there to help. One of them even complimented me on my good catch after I told him you spoke no Spanish. He said he'll tell his pal of the next shift to come pick us up in a few hours."
"This is so crazy. House… House, what are you doing now?"
"Making sure you quickly conform to the dress code, and get in the right position. While we drove here I've been looking around for inspiration and there's something I definitely want to do now. Cheer up, you'll get to keep your speedos on."
"On… as in wrapped around my wrists? House, are you… oh. Ooooohhh."
______
"You had said you would apply sunscreen on both of us."
"I did, carefully. Apparently some of it got rubbed off when the lube-come mixture leaked out. The second time was your idea anyway."
"Yeah, well… I like to top, too. And you looked so hot lying there all spent."
"Fine with me, but you should have thought of re-applying sunscreen. Cheer up, now, some aftersun and tomorrow you'll be good as new. Cherry red is fashionable anyway."
"Besides the fact it hurts, sunburns aren't anything to laugh about, House. What if I get a melanoma?"
"Thank you for reminding me, I'll take pictures so if it happens I'll get a publication out of it. I bet there aren't so many cases where the sunburn-induced version develops on the perineum, I'll keep you carefully monitored."
"I'm not sure I trust you. I'm the oncologist, after all."
"I won't share with anyone the pleasure of looking at your ass, and don't worry, I'll be very thorough. God, Wilson, you're so cute when you're worried: I think I'll skip the aftersun and go for tongue-bathing instead."