High On You

Or...Drugs?

House wakes up, tired as always, but today he feels that something will go wrong. 

Someting is going to change. 

He doesn't know how. But he knows. He feels it.

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He started felling dizzy when he was going to his office, his surrounding were blurry and the voices of the ducklings were distant. House was about to near to kiss the floor, so he left the room, duckling were saying something, it doesn't matter, as long as he arrives to Wilson's office.

 He did it. 

House couldn't be more relieved that he did it.

"Hey House, I was about to-  you ok?, you look like you are going to faint" 

Not so long after his answers. House lie down on the wall, next to the door, not being able to bear his own weight. Wilson catch him and lay him in his body "you okey?"

"Of course I am perfectly fine. Some days I just want to throw myself to the floor". The sarcastic, but raspy weak voice, sounds against his clothes.

"Do you want to get hospi-"

"No"

Without saying other word, Wilson puts him in the couch's office.

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Snorts, wheezes and groans. 

Only House is in the office and he starts feeling everything overwhelmed. Is good the Wilson have gone to talk with Cuddy about his "sickness" and to analyzes his coffe of the morning, he is kinda sure that this is not natural. 

This is occasioned by someone.

Who could despise him to the extend to drug him?

I mean there are plenty of people who would want to. Among all of them. Who exactly?

He can't continue thinking about the responsible, because Wilson have just walked into the room.

"You were right, there was popper, ecstasy andmethamphetamine, mephredone and GHB in your coffee " Wilson says holding the tests.

"I always have the reason" House exhales trying to not think about something not sexual. Hard when your dick is up to the friction of his clothes.

"Yeah, usually." Wilson throw the papers to the sofa "What are you going to do now? I can hospitalized you if you don't-" Wilson repeats himself as start reading one document.

"I do remember already saying no. I think I didn't make myself clear. No"

"House, the amount in coffee was high. Why you aren't-" Wilsom tries to resonate with House as he signs the paper and change to other document.

"Might be because I want to fuck and feel all the adrenaline on my body" - House answers sarcastically. His pupils are dilated and his breathing have increased significantly

"You better start calling the hooker, because you are starting to look like a mess" After a quick glance, Wilson comes back to his papers, there a ton and hopes to finish at least a third of all of them.

A very aroused House is starting to turn him on and being turned on his best friend is something he should be feeling ashamed of.

He would have if this was the first time.

Wilson sighs, and start reading, he signs, and repeats until his dick is not pulsating anymore. Wilson is content that the heat in his bulge is disappearing and he's about to finish.

He reads mindlessly as hearing the heavy breathing of House, eyes locked  in his paper, of course there aren't glances on how house is massaging his leg and damn he want to hel-

"Would you help me? House stares him intensely and Wilson is gaping as a fish.

"What" Wilson stares blankly at House.

"I repeat. Would. You. Help. Me?"

"Why don't you call a hooker?" Wilson tries to make sense, when House isn't making sense

"It just occurs that you are only person I would trust my ass" - House close is eyes. And with his forearm he covers partially his face. "You need to give me an answers before I start masturbating in front of you. I don't think my dick will bear it anymore"

Wilson looks speechless. Surprisingly, he doesn't give him a disgusted look. He just looks... Indecisive. He really want to continue analysing Wilson but his needs are first. So he moves his free hand to his zipper "Don't say I didn't warn you" he unzipped and the friction is enough, maybe not that but the sensibility of the popper, makes him moan. He has never considered himself as an shy person. So he continue touching himself on the clothes. Pleasure and curiosity.

Why Wilson hasn't left the room yet?

The hand of Wilson removing his arm from his face is giving him a gist.

Not much longer he feels Wilson kissing him. Testing. First on the lips while moving his hand on his good thigh. When Wilson cups House's crotch, tempting him dick. The kiss start getting hotter. Before House could get him more inmerse in the excitement, Wilson pull of, leaving him confused

"We better go to your apartment"

"I definitely agree, just right after I come"

Yeah

Wilson knows how to move his hands, like really knows, his thumbs is rubbing circles on the clothes. Just so right on point. And House stands moaning in Wilson's mouth.

Their lips part and Wilson start kissing from his neck to his collarbone, his hands has stopped rubbing on his briefs to gently gliding his fingertips along House's length. Still not strocking but neither still.

Then Wilson forgot House is on afrodisacs and everything is too much. Because his hand start strocking firmly and faster, and it scales way faster than he can bear. Wilson's jacking House's dick in earnest now, gripping him like a vice, and House's hips are rocking up into it, canting forwards. House can't focus on any other thing that is not how good it feels

He came, and he is panting feeling the bliss of climax.

Wilson kiss him intensely, their tongues twisting dirtly around. Such a sap.

"I can't believe you just gave me the best handjob I've ever felt"

"I will take the compliment, but I say it's because you are high "

"Or it's because you are Wilson"

"What does that m-"

"Jimmy what are you waiting to get me laid up in the apartment? Making wait, do you enjoy torturing me?"

Wilson got no questions left, they left the office.
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Maybe that wasn't a totally right omen, since Wilson fucked him so good.