The Shirt, The Nose and The Stick

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people. Not even House's stick.. I wonder if I could buy a replica on ebay.... hmmm


Chase watched House unbutton his shirt collar. He watched him run a finger around his neck and back again, loosening the tight starch. He saw House’s nimble finger loosen the knot of his tie and pull it further down away from his throat. Chase watched, saw and lusted after this scenario each working day, Felt his pulse quicken as House ran his fingers around the stiff white collar, his cock harden as House pulled on his tie. Chase could not let a day pass without watching House perform his ritual. It was, in some ways, the highlight of each and every working day that he worked at the hospital: House and his shirts.
House knew that Chase watched him. He could see the boys eyes darkening with lust as House reached for his throat, could see his mouth gape open slightly, hear his short breathing, And strangely enough, House found that he didn’t mind. In fact he found the whole thing rather amusing, and much to his disturbance, very kinky.
He admired his reflection in one of the staff toilets. He wasn’t bad looking he supposed. His stubble could do with a trim and his hair was going naturally grey, ‘but’ he thought, trying for once to be positive, ‘I think it makes me look rather dashing’. He leaned further forward, hands on either side of the washbasin and turned his head from side to side, examining his features from each angle.
Blue eyes, brooding blue eyes that House himself found rather pleasing. It was just his nose. He tilted his head backwards, straining his eyes to see his reflection, a view of his nostrils and slightly open mouth, peering back at him.
He heard the door to the facilities open and close with a polite and gentle snap. He adjusted his eyes slightly and viewed the latest visitor. ‘Ahhh, Wilson’ he said, turning his head to look at his friend and co-worker, ‘Do you think I have a big nose?’ He turned his head to the right, and held the offending object aloof.
Wilson starred at House for a moment. ‘No’ he said finally, ‘No, I don’t.’ House returned to his reflection. ‘Why do you ask?’ Wilson asked, positioning himself in front of a urinal and unzipping his trousers. ‘Oh no reason’ House replied, now seemingly tired with looking at himself, ‘I was just wondering if I was…. Well, if I was attractive’ House tailed off, looking very ashamed and very out of character.
Wilson could once again only stare at his friend. Attractive?! This man was practically sex on legs! ‘Attractive…’ Wilson replied slowly, tucking his cock back into his pants and once again zipping up the fly, ‘well, yes. I guess you could say so.’ House leant down on his stick and limped towards Wilson. ‘But is my nose big?’ he asked pleadingly, his blue eyes gazing truthfully into Wilson’s own.
‘No’ Wilson breathed; uncomfortably aware of how close House was to him and how his errection seemed to have found that its purpose in life was to fill the gap between them. ‘No, your nose is not big’ Wilson said. ‘Its adorably cute and sweet and I just want to kiss it’ he finished silently in his head.
House gave a brief short smile of acceptance and hobbled out towards the door. Wilson let out a small breath of relief as his friend passed him and he could slip a hand to the front of his bulging trousers.
‘Oh and Wilson’ Wilson turned in alarm, ‘If you had to chose a single feature about me that you found attractive, what would it be?’
Wilson felt his cheeks redden slightly. He knew that at this point he should come out with some crack about how his wife wouldn’t be happy if she knew House was flirting with him. Instead he found that only two small words registered in his brain ‘Your stick.’
House looked down at the long wooden object. ‘My stick?’ he asked disbelievingly. Wilson nodded. ‘Your stick.’ House looked at him, uncertainty written across his handsome features, ‘My stick?!’ he replied once more. ‘Well,’ Wilson said, cracking a false smile and putting on a deeply false masculine tone, ‘everybody knows what fun you can have with sticks…’ Wilson couldn’t help but gaze hungrily at House’s stick at this point, his mind filled with many explicit fantasies he had conjured to make the long nights go that bit quicker. He felt his cock tremor in response, so he swallowed and looked back at House.
House pulled said stick in front of him, slightly worried at the look of hungry lust that had crossed his friends face, and clutched it tightly. He had always found his stick rather annoying and was therefore, concerned for Wilson’s state of mental health. ‘No. What do people say?’
‘Er… well’ again Wilson searched for his intelligent and witty comeback instead the only feeble reply that came to his mind was ‘me and my first wife used to have all sorts of fun games with an old walking stick that used to belong to her grandfather. Spanking and what not.’ He gave a short bravado laugh and raised his hand in the air, motioning the desired action.
House starred at him blankly. ‘Are you telling me’ he replied slowly, ‘that you spanked your wife with her grandfathers stick?’ ‘That’s right’ Wilson replied cheerfully hoping that House would now please fuck off so he could go and wank himself stupid, ‘Sticks are hot’.
House nodded and turned to leave. Relief swamping his features, Wilson muttered a silent word of thanks and hurried towards one of the vacant cubicles.
‘Oh and Wilson’ Wilson dug his nails into the palms of his hands, ‘Yes?’ House turned his head towards his friend, ‘Thanks for the advice.’ Wilson nodded and waved a hand towards his friend.
The door snapped shut behind House. ‘Oh thank God’ Wilson moaned and hurried into the cubicle, his hand filled with his burning cock, his mind filled with images of House spanking him mercilessly with his stick. ‘So fucking hot’ he gasped as he leant his head back against the cold metal door.
House hobbled slowly along the hospital corridor, now acutely aware of the stick in his hand. ‘No wonder the poor woman left him’ he thought, ‘with her grandfathers stick, honestly.’ A brief image of Chase bent over his desk, underwear pooling around his feet while House bought his stick across the beautifully smooth skin filled his vision. House stopped briefly to shake the image out of his mind. ‘This stick,’ he told himself firmly, ‘is for walking. Not for any type of sexual activity’. The image of Chase over his desk flashed up again. ‘I am not going to use my stick to spank anybody!’ House shouted. A small nurse who was just passing fled in the opposite direction, hand over her mouth, a small muffled scream escaping. ‘Oh shit’ House said, leaning his head against the glass door, ‘now Im scaring innocent members of staff with my sexual fantasies. And I’m talking to myself’.
‘First sign of madness you know’ a familiar Australian twang said behind him. He turned to see the familiar figure of Robert Chase standing before him, arms folded and his mouth pulled into an amused smirk.
‘Yes’ House said, ‘but at least I can hide my reactions well.’ Her glanced down at Chases swelling trouser front, ‘unlike some people.’ Chase flushed angrily and looked at the floor.
A sudden thought struck House. ‘Chase’ he asked, unbuttoning his collar, ‘Do you find my stick attractive?’ The younger man flushed a pleasing shade of red, before mumbling his reply.
‘Sorry, what?’ House asked, now loosening his tie, ‘I didn’t hear you?’
‘I said yes ok?’ Chase said, too loudly, ‘I find your stick attractive! I find you attractive! That’s why I look as if I have a ruler shoved down the front of my pants half the time!’ he hissed angrily.
The small nurse, who had passed House before, had plucked up her courage to walk down the corridor again. At these words, she fled once again with a muffled squeak, swearing she would never work in a hospital again.
Chase sighed. ‘Yes Dr House. I find your stick attractive.’ He replied slightly more quietly, ‘But what of it?’
House slipped an elegant finger underneath the younger mans chin and pulled it towards his own. ‘I was just wondering if you’d like to see what else it could do?’ Chase flushed again, ‘You mean…’ ‘Well,’ House paused, ‘Only if you want to.’ Chase gave him a perfect choirboy smile that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a toothpaste commercial, ‘Of course’. House smiled back.
He grasped the younger man around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a rough kiss, his tongue exploring each inch of Chase’s hot mouth. Chase leant into the kiss and allowed himself to e lead into the office.
From across the hallway, Cameron felt a small tear slide down her cheek. She had always liked House’s nose.

The end.


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