House MD Fanfiction

Animal Comparisons

Hilson, smut, fairly short
By: benjimmy

"I'm horny," House declared apropos of nothing to Wilson. Wilson looked up from the article he was reading long enough to go, "Mm." He promptly turned his attention back to the article and continued reading as though House had said, "The weather's quite nice today."

"I'm horny," House repeatedly obstinately.

"That's nice," Wilson replied absently, underlining a probably very important passage in the article.Still, not as important as being horny, House thought grumpily.

"As my boyfriend, I think you should do something about it," House grumbled.

"Hmm," Wilson said noncommittally. He chewed on the end of his pen while he read.

"Hey! My cock is in need of something warm, wet, and tight, and I demand you provide said thing," House whined.

"You have hands," Wilson muttered, turning a page and making a few notes in the margin.

"Which I shouldn't have to use because I have a boyfriend!" House pried one of Wilson's hands loose from the journal and pressed it into his crotch. Wilson's hand laid there limply but he didn't bother trying to move it. House rolled his hips against Wilson's hand, sighing and grumbling when there wasn't enough friction to get him hard, let alone get him off.

"You don't feel that horny to me," Wilson observed, relocating the journal to his lap so he could make notes one-handed.

"I didn't say I was physically aroused, just horny." He unzipped his jeans and pushed them and his underwear down, then wrapped Wilson's hand around his own not quite half-hard dick. He held Wilson's hand steady with his own and thrust into the tight space.

Wilson pulled his hand away. "You seem to be doing just fine on your own," he pointed out, wiping his hand casually on House's jeans and continuing to read the article. "Why don't you carry on without me?"

House growled in frustration. He decided on a change of tactics. He leaned in close to Wilson, blowing softly in his ear. Wilson swatted at his ear. "Don't do that," he snapped, momentarily cross. "It tickles."

"You've never complained about it before," House grumbled. He licked Wilson's ear firmly. No way it could tickle now.

Wilson pulled away and wiped at his ear. "Would you stop distracting me?"

House curled up next to Wilson and played with his hair. He knew how much Wilson liked to have his hair played with, and if House were totally honest, he would admit that he liked the feel of those silky, strong strands sliding around his fingers.

"What is with you today?" Wilson asked, turning another page.

House didn't answer; he just continued playing with Wilson's hair and leaned in to kiss at his neck. He snaked a few fingers through a gap between two buttons on Wilson's shirt and tugged lightly at the hairs he found there. He popped a button in order to stick his hand further inside the shirt and pinch at Wilson's nipples.

Soon enough that wasn't enough for him, and he yanked Wilson's shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it the rest of the way. He ducked his head down to lick at a nipple and Wilson rested his forearm on House's shoulders so he could see his journal.

House groaned in disappointment. Wilson was supposed to throw his journal across the room and lay impassioned kisses on House, not continue reading as if House weren't even there. House resolved to distract Wilson from his article. He licked Wilson's sternum, waiting for the little shiver that always accompanied this action.