Remaining Faithful 3/4
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damigellaMake sure you've read warnings etc at Chapter 1. And of course Chapter 2.
Chapter 3 The Commitment
Wilson's nipples were now almost completely healed; probably they would never be perfectly so, since he had too much fun abusing them on a regular basis, and House didn't even try to discourage this habit. Being doctors they made sure he never got an infection or any other complication.
The nipple rings had contributed to make workplace sex into a habit. House would casually flick Wilson's nipple, and five minutes later they would be in the nearest broom cupboard, House pulling on the rings while fucking him to bring him to a fast orgasm, Wilson's tie bundled up in his own mouth as a makeshift gag (or the whole hospital would have heard what was going on).
But that was nothing as compared to how hot their in-the-bedroom sex had become. Not that it was bad before, but now was a whole different thing. It was after one of their most successful encounters that Wilson announced he had made up his mind. House couldn't quite believe it. "Are you really going to do it?"
Wilson looked determined. Even though in a post-coital, faintly cross-eyed way. "Yes. I'll have the ring with the tag soldered. So I can't remove it. I don't want to remove it, anyway. Ever."
"I'm sure of that. Had I imagined how much you enjoy me playing with your rings during sex I would have brought you to Pedro much sooner."
Wilson smiled, his expression sated. "You like it as much as I do, if not more. Makes my ass clench, right? I don't even want to know where and when and whom you know Pedro from. But yes, earlier would have been better, and the whole Grace incident may well not have happened."
House frowned. "I had tried to forget what the rings' original purpose was. Do they work? Has anyone actually seen the rings beside me?"
"Not seen, but they do work in that I am better able to resist temptations. I feel them against my clothes and remember. Last week the new oncology intern asked me out and I politely turned her down. And today it was the replacement janitor who suggested we grab a beer together sometimes. I told him I'd think about it."
House was impressed. The intern was an unremarkable if fairly good-looking young lady, but the temp janitor had been the focus of interest of the entire gay and bi male community at PPTH since his arrival ten days before. In fact, the inability to refrain from long ogling the toned ass in the very tight-fitting jeans and what looked like a perfect six-pack under a slightly too short t-shirt had forcibly upgraded a number of people from not-carefully-closeted to out.
House licked his lips, lost in thought. "Do you think you could talk him into a threesome?"
WIlson smirked. "I might. Am I allowed to show him my tag? It could help. As long as I'm sure that you won't dump me for him. He must be at least fifteen years my junior."
"You're right. It's time for commitment. Let me put it this way: you find a way to get that ass in our bed, and I'll make sure it becomes a marital bed."
"Marital, as in, forever?"
"As in happily ever after, and out at PPTH. But first we get that soldering done."
*****
It turned, out, unsurprisingly, that the temp janitor had a name. Wilson almost chocked on his beer when his date mentioned the name was Richard, and could he please call him Dick.
"Dick, what are your plans for tonight?" He had decided that he needn't be too subtle. Also because Dick's right hand was currently resting on his left thigh, about a quarter of an inch from his groin. And about one third of the gay bar where the conversation took place was looking at him with unhidden envy. The shirt Dick was wearing didn't make him technically bare-chested but left precious little to imagination. And the barstool might have been designed to underline the beauty of his ass. Hell, Wilson thought as he gulped down more beer, probably it had been designed for exactly such a purpose (although not with any specific ass in mind).
"You mean, my place or your place? Yours. You're single and I still live with my parents." Wilson must have looked as seasick as he felt, because Dick added fast "Remember, I just showed ID to enter the bar. I'm 23. I'm just broke, not jailbait."
"Dick, I don't live alone."
"Well, I'm sure your roommate will know how to be discreet." Then he thought about the fact that a Department Head was probably not sharing living quarters out of financial reasons. "You mean you're married?"
Wilson smiled. "No, although as you may have heard I've been in the past. I'm living with Dr. House, the Head of Diagnostics. See?" He opened the first three buttons of the dress shirt and allowed a very surprised Dick to read the tag. "He's okay with you coming home with me as long as he gets his share."
"Gregory House. That would be…"
"The tall, scruffy one with a cane. Blue eyes and piano-player fingers."
Dick's eyes looked completely fascinated as he fondled the soldered ring, turning it around and looking at either side of the metal tag, then pulling it gently and enjoying the very quiet moan of the handsome man in front of him. "This looks, er, sounds really interesting. I wouldn't have imagined…I think my first drink may well be the last for tonight. We should be going soon."
*****
Dick was a frequent visitor during the remaining three weeks of his temp assignment. After which he got a grant to study at a college in Oregon and left, pulling an incredible goodbye all-nighter that left the two older men gasping for air the whole subsequent Sunday.
The following Thursday after dinner, House sat near Wilson on the couch and gave him a small jeweler's box. "Will you make me the happiest man on earth?"
"Aren't you supposed to be on your knees?"
"I'm a cripple! Say yes and open the damn box already."
Wilson felt that a simple yes was not quite momentous enough for the occasion. After a while they both came up for air, and House insisted he open the box.
It contained an elegant, simple metal ring. Wilson took it out of the box and discovered two facts: it was engraved "I belong to G.H." and it was not a finger ring but piercing jewelry.
"House. I understand this is my engagement ring, but where precisely am I supposed to wear it? Is it a replacement for the tag-free nipple ring?"
"No, but feel free to google Prince Albert. Tomorrow morning, that is. Tonight we celebrate my proposal and your acceptance."
Chapter 3 The Commitment
Wilson's nipples were now almost completely healed; probably they would never be perfectly so, since he had too much fun abusing them on a regular basis, and House didn't even try to discourage this habit. Being doctors they made sure he never got an infection or any other complication.
The nipple rings had contributed to make workplace sex into a habit. House would casually flick Wilson's nipple, and five minutes later they would be in the nearest broom cupboard, House pulling on the rings while fucking him to bring him to a fast orgasm, Wilson's tie bundled up in his own mouth as a makeshift gag (or the whole hospital would have heard what was going on).
But that was nothing as compared to how hot their in-the-bedroom sex had become. Not that it was bad before, but now was a whole different thing. It was after one of their most successful encounters that Wilson announced he had made up his mind. House couldn't quite believe it. "Are you really going to do it?"
Wilson looked determined. Even though in a post-coital, faintly cross-eyed way. "Yes. I'll have the ring with the tag soldered. So I can't remove it. I don't want to remove it, anyway. Ever."
"I'm sure of that. Had I imagined how much you enjoy me playing with your rings during sex I would have brought you to Pedro much sooner."
Wilson smiled, his expression sated. "You like it as much as I do, if not more. Makes my ass clench, right? I don't even want to know where and when and whom you know Pedro from. But yes, earlier would have been better, and the whole Grace incident may well not have happened."
House frowned. "I had tried to forget what the rings' original purpose was. Do they work? Has anyone actually seen the rings beside me?"
"Not seen, but they do work in that I am better able to resist temptations. I feel them against my clothes and remember. Last week the new oncology intern asked me out and I politely turned her down. And today it was the replacement janitor who suggested we grab a beer together sometimes. I told him I'd think about it."
House was impressed. The intern was an unremarkable if fairly good-looking young lady, but the temp janitor had been the focus of interest of the entire gay and bi male community at PPTH since his arrival ten days before. In fact, the inability to refrain from long ogling the toned ass in the very tight-fitting jeans and what looked like a perfect six-pack under a slightly too short t-shirt had forcibly upgraded a number of people from not-carefully-closeted to out.
House licked his lips, lost in thought. "Do you think you could talk him into a threesome?"
WIlson smirked. "I might. Am I allowed to show him my tag? It could help. As long as I'm sure that you won't dump me for him. He must be at least fifteen years my junior."
"You're right. It's time for commitment. Let me put it this way: you find a way to get that ass in our bed, and I'll make sure it becomes a marital bed."
"Marital, as in, forever?"
"As in happily ever after, and out at PPTH. But first we get that soldering done."
*****
It turned, out, unsurprisingly, that the temp janitor had a name. Wilson almost chocked on his beer when his date mentioned the name was Richard, and could he please call him Dick.
"Dick, what are your plans for tonight?" He had decided that he needn't be too subtle. Also because Dick's right hand was currently resting on his left thigh, about a quarter of an inch from his groin. And about one third of the gay bar where the conversation took place was looking at him with unhidden envy. The shirt Dick was wearing didn't make him technically bare-chested but left precious little to imagination. And the barstool might have been designed to underline the beauty of his ass. Hell, Wilson thought as he gulped down more beer, probably it had been designed for exactly such a purpose (although not with any specific ass in mind).
"You mean, my place or your place? Yours. You're single and I still live with my parents." Wilson must have looked as seasick as he felt, because Dick added fast "Remember, I just showed ID to enter the bar. I'm 23. I'm just broke, not jailbait."
"Dick, I don't live alone."
"Well, I'm sure your roommate will know how to be discreet." Then he thought about the fact that a Department Head was probably not sharing living quarters out of financial reasons. "You mean you're married?"
Wilson smiled. "No, although as you may have heard I've been in the past. I'm living with Dr. House, the Head of Diagnostics. See?" He opened the first three buttons of the dress shirt and allowed a very surprised Dick to read the tag. "He's okay with you coming home with me as long as he gets his share."
"Gregory House. That would be…"
"The tall, scruffy one with a cane. Blue eyes and piano-player fingers."
Dick's eyes looked completely fascinated as he fondled the soldered ring, turning it around and looking at either side of the metal tag, then pulling it gently and enjoying the very quiet moan of the handsome man in front of him. "This looks, er, sounds really interesting. I wouldn't have imagined…I think my first drink may well be the last for tonight. We should be going soon."
*****
Dick was a frequent visitor during the remaining three weeks of his temp assignment. After which he got a grant to study at a college in Oregon and left, pulling an incredible goodbye all-nighter that left the two older men gasping for air the whole subsequent Sunday.
The following Thursday after dinner, House sat near Wilson on the couch and gave him a small jeweler's box. "Will you make me the happiest man on earth?"
"Aren't you supposed to be on your knees?"
"I'm a cripple! Say yes and open the damn box already."
Wilson felt that a simple yes was not quite momentous enough for the occasion. After a while they both came up for air, and House insisted he open the box.
It contained an elegant, simple metal ring. Wilson took it out of the box and discovered two facts: it was engraved "I belong to G.H." and it was not a finger ring but piercing jewelry.
"House. I understand this is my engagement ring, but where precisely am I supposed to wear it? Is it a replacement for the tag-free nipple ring?"
"No, but feel free to google Prince Albert. Tomorrow morning, that is. Tonight we celebrate my proposal and your acceptance."
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Date: 2011-09-14 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-15 03:26 pm (UTC)As for the PA, it was my first thought once I read selkie3's idea of piercing Wilson's nipples. I think your reaction mirrors Wilson's, LOL.
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Date: 2011-09-14 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-15 03:27 pm (UTC)I'm sure canon!house wouldn't need to google Prince Albert. Because he's as cool as that.
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Date: 2011-09-14 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-15 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-15 03:47 pm (UTC)It doesn't matter the outfit, young Wilson would look good in it. Belly dancer, cop, just his scrubs... young Wilson can do it all!
Hmmm.... maybe something with a harness? Wilson would look good all strapped in :).
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Date: 2011-09-15 04:28 pm (UTC)Or how about a nice suspension? I've never written a suspension fic.
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Date: 2011-09-15 04:36 pm (UTC)I was thinking more along the lines of being suspended in the harness actually! That sounds quite yummy :). But whatever floats the author's boat ;).
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Date: 2011-09-16 06:50 am (UTC)And of course, suspension in a nice leather harness is always a great choice. Goes well with cock and ball torture, too.
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Date: 2011-09-14 10:54 pm (UTC)LOL (already familiar with PA's, but I'm soooo vanilla). :-/
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Date: 2011-09-15 03:31 pm (UTC)Personally, I have one earring per ear and I find it's more than enough.
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Date: 2011-09-15 10:01 am (UTC)I like this series. Please go on forever.
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Date: 2011-09-15 03:33 pm (UTC)The same cannot be said about this fic, but if you like it I could add chapters later (as long as selkie keeps coming up with brilliant ideas!). I did add the PA because I find it so incredibly hot.
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Date: 2011-09-15 08:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-16 06:51 am (UTC)So romantic!
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Date: 2011-09-18 10:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-18 12:29 pm (UTC)One of this days I'll have to go seriously through kiki's past entries and download a few images for inspiration :).
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Date: 2011-09-15 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-16 06:52 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-09-15 05:28 pm (UTC)(Wilson didn't already know what a Prince Albert was?)
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Date: 2011-09-16 06:53 am (UTC)No, of course not. But he's a fast learner :).