House MD Fanfiction

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Hilson, smut, house coming to terms with his sexuality, short,
By: ravencostello

House ducked into the dim-lit bar, a little apprehensive, but knowing that he needed to get this over with. He quickly ordered a scotch, and surveyed the club. 

A drunken conversation - or three - with Cuddy had lead to him coming to terms with his homosexuality... almost. Now it was time for him to jump the next hurdle in what was turning out to be a surprisingly short race. The first of their conversations had happened just over a month ago, and it hadn't taken long for Cuddy to get him to see the truth about himself. 

Her methods, however, left a lot to be desired. Or involved a lot of desire, depending on which way you look at it. And looking had been exactly what he'd done. Gay porn was one of the few things he'd made a point of not looking for, and not knowing anything about, but apparently, Cuddy didn't have the same qualms as he did. She'd logged onto her lubeyourtube account, and that had been that. A quick preview, and he'd ended up in the bathroom thinking about perfect arses and some really hot anal sex and deep brown eyes... and that was all it took. 

When he'd returned to the sofa, Cuddy had smirked at him, eyes clearly stating that she'd told him so. House wondered why she was there, and not Wilson... why his best friend seemed to be too busy with his latest fling to even have pizza with him. He wondered why it hurt. 

Cuddy had pretty much played General in House's private life since, going to a couple of gay bars with him, always making sure he at least tried to talk to someone. Well... he did try... it was just... they weren't who he wanted. Not that I want anyone, he would tell himself, pushing thoughts of floppy brown hair out of his mind. 
Tonight, however... he was going it alone, to an all-male strip club. Cuddy had pointed it out to him, a leer plastered to her face. House occasionally allowed himself to imagine Cuddy as a man... sometimes, he thought she did a better job at it than him. Then he wondered how she knew about the club, but loss of sleep, Vicodin and alcohol had joined forces in a - successful - attempt to make him sleep. 

The air inside the club was slightly smoggy, and he was grateful that this - coupled with the dim lighting - helped him to feel more anonymous. He worked his way past the stage, and found a seat not far away, with a clear view of the strippers, but private enough that if he could jerk off if the need... arose. 

A stripper finished his show, and another came on stage. The next man was dressed like a doctor, and House nearly laughed. Until, that is, he saw a pair of brown eyes and an ugly-as-hell tie. House sat up straighter in his chair, looking at the stripper in shock. He watched as the stripper removed his tie, swaying his hips, and promised himself that he was not hard, and would not get hard. 

But there are some promises that cannot be kept, and by the time Wilson - for there was no doubting who the stripper was - started undoing his belt, House was massaging his crotch, trying to think himself out of jerking off right there and then. It was Wilson... not just some random stripper, but Wilson and he was NOT ready to jump that hurdle yet. Wilson swung around the pole, leg lifted and through his belt towards the audience. 

It landed less than two feet away from House, but he barely noticed. He was too busy watching the seductive look on Wilson's face, and he knew the exact momentWilson's eyes landed on him. He saw the flicker of recognition, and then the lust. House swallowed andWilson was looking right at him and palming himself. 

House only realised he'd unzipped himself when he had his cock in his hand, pre-come leaking over his hand. He knew Wilson could tell what he was doing - hell, the whole world probably knew - but he didn't care, especially when Wilson was finally down to a sparkly blue thong which did nothing to hide his obvious erection. 

House was swallowing reflexively, and Wilson's eyes had barely left his despite the other patrons. As Wilsonslid down the pole, House's speed increased and he desperately wished he could have Wilson here, with him, and maybe he was ready to jump this hurdle after all. He could feel the tension start to rise, and if he could have just a minute more he'd come, but Wilsonwas finishing. House could tell he was panting heavily as he formed his final pose, and cursed as Wilson and the next performer changed places. 

Suddenly, the last place he wanted to be was in this room, and he felt his earlier apprehension reassert itself, despite the important matters at, er, hand... He tucked himself away as best as he could, finding the nearest bathroom. He ignored the two guys in the stall next to his in favour of remembering the way Wilsonhad looked at him, almost needily. He was thinking about the bulge in Wilson's thong, and what it might be like to actually be inside Wilson when he heard a male voice calling out 'House?' 

He moaned, recognising the voice. Then someone was trying to push the door open, and he leant forward just enough to undo the lock. 

Wilson was staring at him, back in his normal suit, and he moaned again. There was no way House could deny his attraction now. Not when Wilson was stood right in front of him, watching as he jerked himself. 

House looked up at Wilson, vision hazy through the lust. He pumped himself harder, but Wilson knocked his hand away, repeating 'House...' 

He watched as Wilson got on his knees and his fingers gripped at Wilson's head as he felt that delicious mouth begin to suck at him. 'Fuck, Wilson... oh fuck...' 

He tried to hold on for as long as he could, but it was no use and Wilson was swallowing. 

When House's breathing returned to almost normal, he looked at Wilson in fascination, brown eyes looking at him with unguarded lust. 

'House,' Wilson said, softly. 

'Yeah?' House asked, hand reaching out to traceWilson's cheek. 

'How... how did you find me?' Wilson leant into his touch, splaying House's fingers across his cheek. 

'Cuddy told me to come here,' House said. 'She... said it would help me...' 

Wilson laughed, and House would have to ask why later because right now his mouth was much too busy tasting his own come on Wilson's tongue. 

House unzipped Wilson's trousers, and began to jerk him off, slowly, staring in a heady mix between lust and amazement as Wilson through his head back, eyes rolling in pleasure, and exposing what had to be the most gorgeous neck House had ever seen. House leant down, sucking Wilson's neck. House didn't think there were any adequate words to describe the joy he felt when he realised that Wilson was coming, calling his name and completely because of him. 

He felt powerful, even as he wiped the come on a tissue, flushing it. He and Wilson stood in silent agreement, and kissed once more before leaving the restroom, heading for House's apartment. 

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House stuck his tongue out at Cuddy the next day, when she made a remark about Wilson's new hickey.