House MD Fanfiction

Wilson's Past Meets His Present

Hilson, smut, 1647 words
By: Lorib12

He'd never felt so embarrassed in his life; of all the people to stumble onto the dirty little indiscretions of his past, it had to be House. Not the sight and sounds he wanted to wake up to on a Saturday morning after a long grueling night sitting by a dying patient's bedside.

"Wow Wilson, I'm impressed. I never pegged you for the adventurous type." Wilson moved around the couch to see exactly what House was referring to. He nearly choked on his own saliva at what met his eyes.

"Oh…my God, where the hell did you get that from?" House turned from what he deemed to be a very interesting Wilson Show on the TV to look at his friend. "I don't think I've ever seen you that shade of red, it's very becoming of you."

Wilson fumbled for the remote only to have it pulled from his reach by an over enthusiastic House.

"Nuh uh, you're not going to ruin my fun." Just as Wilson tried to scramble to the TV to turn it off manually, House grabbed him by his waist to pull him back.

"House knock it the fuck off, you had no right going through my stuff or watching this for that matter."

House kept hold of Wilson until he went still. As pissed as the younger man was, he didn't want to accidently knock into House's thigh, though he felt it would serve the bastard right for the humiliation that he was causing.

Past meeting the present right in front of his eyes; why the hell did he make the stupid video to begin with…better yet, why did he keep it? Why, because he was young and stupid….and damn drunk. House's voice pulled Wilson from his thoughts, "God, Wilson…you're fucking hot. I never realized what you had to offer under all those preppy-ass clothes that you wear."

Wilson's eyes widened in shock over what House was saying to him; there always had been the fake flirting between them, the innuendos. Wilson entertained the thought in private on many occasions of he and House becoming physical, but never has such been spoken aloud…until now. "W-what the hell are you saying?"

House pulled Wilson fully on to his lap; his stomach to Wilson's back. He used one hand to turn Wilson's head toward the TV so he could get a clear view of the erotic sexual acts that young digital Wilson was performing on nameless hot guy on the screen. House's voice became low and gravely as he whispered in Wilson's ear while pointing toward the scene before him. "What I'm saying is, I want that."

Wilson's throat went dry and his heart began to beat out of his chest at the implications of House's words. "I-I never k-knew you were into men." House began to mouth at the nape of Wilson's neck, sending a shiver down his spine; in the back ground the sultry moans of Wilson's sexual encounter twenty years prior filling the room. "Well I had a feeling you might be but never had any proof…now I do."

Wilson stunned into silence, sat still right there on House lap….House's fucking lap. This wasn't happening. He'd be fooling himself if he tried to pretend he never wanted it to happen but, God this is really happening! House continued his ministrations with his mouth down Wilson's neck to bite at the jut of the younger man's shoulder. "House….ahh…are you sure…th-this is such a good idea…?" House turned Wilson's face toward his own, Wilson could see the seriousness wash over House's rough, albeit, attractive features. "I've wanted this for a very long time Wilson but I wasn't willing to fuck up our friendship by making a move just to have you pull the hetero card. I want this and now you're going to give to me what you gave to that guy." Wilson wasn't sure if it was the unusually unguarded emotion that he saw in House's eyes or the dominance that House had just asserted, but it was enough to make his erection strain to almost painful levels. "Okay."