Jimmy

TITLE: Jimmy
AUTHOR: Banryu942
SUMMARY: Can Wilson and House be together? Or will the others just ruin it?
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own anything so stop asking already. I would also like to thank my beta Kayos209. Check out her work at fanfiction.net.

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CHAPTER ONE

“House,” Wilson breathed incredulously. House, his close friend, colleague, and lover, stood mere inches from his face.
“Awe, Jimmy, not nervous are we?” teased House. Wilson shook his head, dazed.
“Good,” House said. Leaning forward, his lips lightly touched those of Wilson. Grinning at his lovers red face, House slammed Wilson up against the wall .Smirking, House breathed,” I have to say, I rather like this position.” Blushing slightly, Wilson kissed the tip of House’s nose softly; as if afraid too go too fast. Grinning, the older man kissed Wilson passionately. All the while, his hands fumbled over Wilson’s belt. Then, having finally undone it, tore Wilson’s pants from his body.
Blushing wildly, Wilson lowered his face, only to have it raised by house’s gentle hand. Planting feather-light kisses down Wilson’s face and neck, he reached for the bottom of his shirt; he raised it slightly, waiting for Wilson to raise his arms. Once he did, house tore the clothing from the other’s body and let it slip from his grasp. He then licked at Wilson’s neck, desperate for more. Biting down on his neck, he left red bite mark and bruises. Moaning, Wilson reached for the older man’s pants, wanting them off. Grinning, house removed them and grinded his hips against Wilson’s, their boxers the only thing left between them. At that moment, the doorbell rang, ruining the moment. Ignoring it, House forcefully kissed his partner, shoving the bulge in his pants against Wilson’s.
Panting, Wilson managed, “S-shouldn’t you get the door?”
“Nahh…It’s only Cameron,” explained House.
“Cameron? How do you know it’s Cameron?” questioned Wilson.
“Who else but Cameron would want to ruin my fun so badly as to interrupt me at,” House paused, looking at the clock, 9:30 at night?” The doorbell rang again. Groaning dramatically, Wilson playfully shoved House out of bed. Pouting, House slipped on his clothes before grabbing his cane and hobbling towards the door. Several seconds later it rang again. House remained unmoving.
“Well?” asked Wilson.
“I was pausing for dramatic effect,” said House. Sighing, he opened the door, only to be greeted by the most horrifying sight. There in front of him, stood a soaking wet Cameron decked out in her cheap ass slutty clothes that clung to her scrawny figure.
“House,” she whispered.
“Shit,” mumbled Wilson. Sliding off the bed, he raced to the bathroom and silently closed himself inside.
Ignoring the glare House was giving her, Cameron whispered seductively,” House…” She then wrapped her bare arms around his shoulders. “House,” she whispered again. ‘God, is that all she knows…?’
Standing stiffly, House shoved her off him before replying through his teeth, “Go away. Now.”
“B-but,” she stammered. “But I just wanted to show you a good time. Besides, I just got here. I’ll be more fun than Wilson, just you see.” She hugged him again. Disgusted, House attempted to shove her off him again, only to have her slip past him into the house.
“Cameron. Out. Now! ” House yelled no longer calm. Looking through the house for her, following her messy trail (broken glass, scattered papers, etc.) he got more irate by the second.
“Oh! What a lovely bedroom!” she sang, clearly drunk. Eyes widening, House limped to his bedroom. There, on his bed, that he and Wilson shared, layed a very drunk and slightly nauseous Cameron. Glaring, House’s eyes darted across the room, looking for some sign of Wilson. Seeing the bathroom door slightly ajar, he turned back to the whore dirtying his sheets. ‘Damn it. Now I’ve got to burn those sheets…and they were such nice sheets, too!’
Sighing, House grabbed her arm and yanked her from the need. Shoving her pitiful form out onto the streets, he yelled, “I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last person on earth! Now get lost! Or better yet, get chase to knock you up. I’m sure he’d love that!” Slamming the door in her face, he proceeded to his bedroom where Wilson lay on the sheets. Wincing from displeasure, House shooed Wilson from the bed and whipped the sheets off. Placing them in the washer on extra high, he then returned to Wilson. Glaring, he grabbed Wilson’s arm.
Smiling mischievously, House stated, “Now you need a bath.”