House MD Fanfiction

Playing With Fire

Hilson, smut, 2043 words
By: suggsygirl

"You have to do something about the Cameron situation," Wilson mumbled into House's chest as they lay entwined in the rumpled sheets of the bed they had been sharing for months.

"What Cameron situation?" House said with a wide eyed innocent expression, somewhat tarred by the smirk creeping on to his face.

"You know exactly what Cameron situation I mean. The situation whereby she thinks you have 'feelings' for her and you don't diabuse her of the notion. Partly because you're a cruel and heartless individual who is enjoying letting her make an idiot of herself... but mostly because deep down you're flattered she wants you." Wilson accompanied his speech with a trail of kisses to House's collarbone ending with a bite to House's neck that he knew would leave a mark.

"I can't help it if she thinks I'm sexy can I? She's obviously not the only one." House snaked his hand down Wilson's body and lightly squeezed his hard cock, his smug expression resulted in Wilson rolling his eyes and batting his hand away.

"You can help it, you can stop touching her unnecessarily..."

House opened his mouth to contradict, then closed it again after seeing Wilson's glare.

"...you can stop hinting that you're going to take her out on another date, and you can stop flirting with her." Wilson untangled himself from the sheets and got out of bed, hissing as his feet made contact with the cold floor.

"Where's the fun in that?" House pouted, widening his eyes and tilting his head to one side in his best approximation of a puppy dog expression.

"Fine but don't come crying to me when she's drugged your coffee with Viagra and locked you in the supply closet... not to mention what she'll do when she finds out we're sleeping together. Does 'hell hath no fury...'mean nothing to you?" Wilson removed his boxer shorts and sauntered to the bathroom, giving House a fantastic view of his ass.

Dropping his head back onto the pillow, House indulged himself in a detailed and pornographic fantasy involving Wilson and the chocolate dessert House had whined until Wilson made, which was currently still sitting in the refrigerator as House had decided he would rather taste something else instead, resulting in an evening spent in bed.

Walking into the room to pick up his neatly folded and pressed clothes, Wilson roughly poked House in the shoulder. "Come on, get up."

House groaned and pulled off the sheet covering his body to reveal a very substantial hard-on, which he stroked whilst looking into Wilson's eyes. "I'm already up."

Wilson let his eyes wander over House's naked form before shaking his head. "We don't have time for sex House." Wilson's voice took on a pleading quality which made House smirk in satisfaction.

"There's always time for sex..." House stroked his cock, never taking his eyes off Wilson. "I'm going to do it with or without you..." he said in a sing-song voice, eyes sparkling with amusement and lust.

"Fuck, House you're going to get me fired," Wilson complained before putting his clothes back down and climbing onto the bed next to House, turning his head to catch his lips in a fiery kiss that made the hair on Wilson's neck stand on end and his skin a mass of gooseflesh.

"We have to be quick House," Wilson murmured between kisses, climbing on top with his knees brushing the sensitive skin of House's sides.