House MD Fanfiction

Take Me For a Ride

Hilson, smut, 3058 words
By: l57371

“No, House!” Wilson jumped to the side and flailed his arm out in an attempt to catch the helmet that came flying toward his midsection.

“Well, if you’d rather ride without it, I can strap it on behind,” House replied, clipping his cane to the side and swinging his left leg over the Repsol.

Wilson strode angrily to the front of the imposing motorbike, clutching the helmet tightly to his chest. “I’d rather not ride at all, you know that!” He covered his eyes with one hand and shook his head, pacing in front of the bike. His expensive shoes clicked on the pavement, tapping out a staccato of irritation, and his spring jacket swished behind him, unzipped and loose. The bike was parked in the doctors’ lot, diagonally across one of the large handicapped spots between a shiny new BMW and beautiful classic Jaguar. The expensive cars added greatly to the ambiance of the lot but severely restricted Wilson’s pacing space.

“You needed a ride, I’m giving you a ride. Why is this a problem?” House settled himself into the saddle and fitted the key into the ignition. He reached into his leather jacket and pulled out his shades with a flourish. He seated them over his eyes, quirking his lips and mugging at his friend while he waited for the inevitable blowup.

Wilson stalked back over to House, still holding the helmet under one arm and placing the other on his hip. He leaned close and hissed under his breath, “You know I don’t like that … that … death machine of yours!” He raked his eyes over said machine. “And you still owe me money for the registration.”

“Do I? Really?” House feigned confusion. “Then you can take the cost of this trip off that then, right?” He raised his gaze and waggled his eyebrows. “Come on then, hop on, Jimmy my boy! You’re in for a real treat.”

“House you know-” Wilson broke off and began to breathe a little heavily. He ran a hand over his hair and turned away, breathed again, and turned back. “You know-”

“Yes,” House interrupted, his voice uncharacteristically low and gentle. “I know. But you know I’d never do anything crazy enough to kill you, right?”

Wilson furrowed his eyebrows and shot House a scathing look.

“Okay, yes, myself, but not you.” House patted the seat behind him. “So get on, get comfy and hold tight.”

Wilson hesitated a moment more, paced away and back again, then finally shoved the helmet onto his head, muttering darkly under his breath as he fasted it tightly under his chin. He swung his leg over and landed lightly on the pillion seat, bringing his feet up to the pegs and resting his hand tentatively over House’s hips.

House snorted and twisted around to face him. “You may have noticed the lack of a back rest?” He grabbed Wilson’s hands and pulled as he turned forward again, yanking Wilson’s body up against his own and wrapping the other man’s arms around his own torso. “You’re going to fall off the first time I gun the motor if you don’t hang on tight, okay?” His lips pulled up into a smile and he suppressed a small shudder as he felt Wilson’s hot breath huff out of him and skate over the exposed skin of his neck.

Perfect, he thought.

House flicked the key and punched the starter button, twisting the throttle grip lightly as the engine roared to life. Wilson’s arms around his waist tightened in an involuntary spasm and House waited a moment until he felt the other man relax against his back once more. He twisted his head around and raised his voice.

“Okay?” he asked optimistically.

“Yeah, fine,” Wilson replied, his voice tight and just a little higher than usual. “Just go.”