House MD Fanfiction

Broken Rules

Hilson, smut, 10,149 words
By: Jaryn

The thing with living alone for so many years, is that when you do have a guest you're prone to forget about them. To forget that there are rules in co-habituation; many of them unwritten but no less important. 

House thinks this when he walks into his bathroom to find Wilson standing in front of the sink, jerking himself off. House finds himself frozen in the doorway, oddly transfixed by the sight before him. And on second thought, maybe he's not the one breaking any rules. 

Wilson is completely naked, his clothes in a pile on the floor as if he was planning to have a shower, and his eyes are closed. One hand is gripping the edge of the vanity, while his other hand is curled tightly around his cock, gliding smoothly up and down its length. 

While Wilson has his back to him, House can also see his front perfectly well in the mirror. So well that House can see the clenching and releasing of Wilson's stomach and arm muscles, the way his face and neck are flushed and even the bead of pre-ejaculate at the tip of his cock. 

House wonders if Wilson is sexually frustrated because of his recent divorce. He supposes that depends on how long ago Wilson stopped having sex with Julie. House is betting it was a while ago - so that doesn't explain why Wilson is completely naked and jerking off in his bathroom, with the door not only unlocked but left slightly ajar. 

Unless... 

No, House thinks, he's definitely not the one breaking any rules here. Or at the very least, he's not the only one. 

Just as House is about to take a step back and leave, Wilson opens his eyes. A gasp escapes his mouth when he sees House reflected in the mirror, his hand freezing in mid stroke. House mentally gives him a nine-point-seven out of ten for acting, unless that really is surprise. 

House realises he's standing on one of those distinct lines you only perceive every once in a while in life. The lines that mark two completely different outcomes, the choices of which are entirely left to you. House's lips quirk up at one corner of his mouth and his hand tightens on his cane before he walks further into the room, right up to Wilson. Wilson, who is still staring at him in the mirror.

"What...?" Wilson chokes, "House-." 

Propping his cane against the nearby cabinet, House wraps both hands around Wilson's biceps, leaning close until his lips are nearly touching Wilson's ear. "This'll be more fun if you don't speak," House says, with an arrogance and confidence he doesn't really feel. Mainly, he just really doesn't want Wilson to say anything. 

Wilson's eyes widen and his body shudders, something House both clearly feels from how close they are. Reaching down, House pushes Wilson's hand away from his unwavering erection and takes a hold of it, squeezing gently. 

A strangled sound comes from Wilson's throat and his eyes flutter but don't close entirely. House watches Wilson's face in the mirror as he gives Wilson's dick an experimental stroke from tip to root and back again. Wilson shudders again, eyes now closing tightly as he leans back against House's chest. House can feel his warmth there even through his shirt. 

Using the pad of his thumb, House rubs over the tip of Wilson's cock, spreading the pre-ejaculate over the head and Wilson lets out a shaky breath at the touch. House continues to watch Wilson's face as he begins stroking again, faster and more firmly, much the same way he would jerk himself off. No teasing, just a full ahead charge towards release. 

Wilson's lips part a little, one hand still clenched tightly on the vanity while the other reaches back and grips House's hip, pulling him in closer. House goes with the movement while rubbing his free hand over Wilson's chest, brushing fingers over his nipples before sliding down and cupping Wilson's balls. Wilson's breath hitches before coming out in harsh pants, his head falling back against House's shoulder as small movements of his hips slide his cock into House's fist.