House MD Fanfiction

Showstopper

Hilson, voyeur, fairly short
By: nemesishamartia

Cuddy was so, so ready to be done with the day. After wooing one big donor (granted, her breasts had done most of that), battling with House over clinic duty, dealing with a mountain of paperwork, dealing with irate patients (not from House, amazingly), and dealing with a ridiculous feud between two doctors (again, neither involving House), she was very, very ready to go home. She shut down her computer and started gathering her things together. If she was lucky, she would reach home before midnight, microwave some dinner while she watched TV, and fall into bed.

All to start all over tomorrow morning.

As she slung her purse over her shoulder, the door to her office opened. A young security guard stood in the doorway, a tape in his hands and an eager look on his face. "Dr. Cuddy!"

Oh damn, Cuddy thought. "Yes, Tom?" she asked wearily.

"Dr. Cuddy, this was marked for you to review." He thrust a videotape at her and didn't meet her eyes.

Cuddy accepted the tape. "Anything else?"

Tom shook his head and left. Cuddy headed out the door, shutting off the lights and locking the door. She couldn't imagine what was on the tape that she had to see personally.

A Lean Cuisine and cup of tea later, Cuddy slipped into her nightgown, popped the tape into the VCR, and got comfortable in bed.

The tape was silent, black and white, and grainy. It offered very little detail, and Cuddy was intrigued as to why Tom had insisted she watch it. It seemed rather innocuous-- House and Wilson chatting in Wilson's office. Unless Tom was an expert lip-reader and had deciphered some secret conversation, there was nothing terribly interesting. It seemed as if they were discussing a case, or perhaps making plans to hang out after work.

A joke, a few seconds later-- or at least Wilson cracking a wide grin and House looking slightly shocked but very pleased. Must've been a dirty joke. And then Wilson was standing, approaching House. Pushing House's chair back with his foot. Gripping House's shoulders and dipping the chair backwards. House grinned in a frightening, devious way and grabbed Wilson's tie, pulling him close.

Cuddy sat up, enraptured at the gritty image on the screen. Her jaw dropped open as Wilson swooped down and kissed House, hard and messy. Their fingers tangled in each others' hair and soon Wilson was practically climbing onto House's lap, very nearly spilling the chair over in the process.

House pushed Wilson off, saying something. Wilson ran his hands through his hair, twitching with what seemed to be anticipation. House slowly, apparently teasingly, walked over to Wilson's desk and sat down on it. He raised his eyebrow, and Wilson nearly bounded over to him, grabbed the back of House's head and pulled him in close for a kiss. A very long kiss, with lots of tongue.

Cuddy shifted on the sofa, aroused by the potentially pornographic security tape she was watching. No wonder Tom wouldn't meet her eyes.

She wondered what she was supposed to do with this. Besides masturbate to it, which she didn't think was the security guards' original intention.

House threw his head back as Wilson mouthed along his neck. House placed one hand behind himself, bracing his weight, and put the other encouragingly on Wilson's head. His fingers combed through Wilson's hair. Cuddy envied him immensely, getting to touch those wonderful locks.

House's Adam's apple bobbed as he licked and sucked at Wilson's neck, sunk his teeth into a shoulder.

Wilson, for his part, was frantically undoing House's buttons and slipping his shirt off his shoulders. He shoved House over backwards, pinning him against the desk, and unbuckled his belt, tearing it free from the loops. House undid his own fly and shoved his jeans and underwear down just enough to pull his hard cock out. Wilson swatted his hand away and ducked down, running his tongue under House's foreskin.