Wilson's Exam

Desclaimer: I do not own House or Hugh Laurie. Believe me, I wish I did.

Summary: House bails the night he's supposed to buy Wilson dinner, and makes it up to him back at work with a prostate exam.

Enjoy!!!

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After 10 minutes of arguing with Cuddy over a patient’s medical treatment, House finally left her office, but not before throwing some snarky comment over his shoulder. He limped down the hallway in search of Wilson, and without knocking, let himself into his office. Wilson looked up from organizing his papers, surprised.
“Hey, haven’t seen you in a while. You done with that patient yet?”
“No, of course not. And you won’t believe why,” he said going over to Wilson’s mini-fridge to get a beer.
Wilson rolled his eyes. “Help yourself.”
“Oh, really? Gee, that’s so generous, I don’t know how to repay you,” he replied in a mock girly voice.
“Well, you do still owe me for bailing out that night you were supposed to buy dinner,” Wilson said, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair.
House took a swig of beer. “I was busy saving lives.”
“More like you lied to me and Cuddy to get off on clinic duty?”
“Oh, you’re good,” he said sarcastically, taking another sip. “You seem cranky. Come on, you can’t be that pissed about dinner.”
Wilson shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not cranky.”
“Yeah, right,” House said scrutinizing him for a moment. “I know what’s wrong you. You just haven’t had your exam in a while. Get up. I’ll give you one.”
Wilson stood warily and mover closer to House.
“What exam?”
“Prostate.”
Wilson’s face flushed scarlet. “W-what?”
You heard me, now bend over.”
Wilson, still blushing, stood awkwardly at loss at what to say.
“Come on,” House coaxed. “It’ll make you feel better.”
“Greg, I’m not going to let you…you know.”
“Oh, always with the modesty. Can’t you see I’m trying to make it up to you for skipping out on dinner?”
“You mean lying, and bailing?” Wilson replied stubbornly. He didn’t want it. He didn’t want a prostate exam unless House meant by leaning him over his own desk and fucking him until he couldn’t feel his legs. But he couldn’t tell him that and still keep his pride intact. He would simply wait for House to force him into it.
“Whatever. Now are you bending over or what?”
When Wilson still didn’t make a move, House scowled and pulled him closer, undoing his tie, before turning him around, slamming his chest onto the desk. He grabbed his wrists, and used the tie to bind them behind his back.
“Hey! What’re you–”
“So you won’t try to run away,” House replied to Wilson’s slightly panicked question.
Wilson held his breath as House reached around his waist to undo his belt and pull down the fly. As soon as that was done, he yanked down his pants and let them fall to his ankles, before reaching around again to squeeze his coworker’s groin. Wilson moaned and spread his legs as House’s hand rubbed his cock through the thin material of his briefs.
“Uh-oh, looks like I woke someone up.”
He gave Wilson’s hardening dick another squeeze, before pulling down his briefs too. Wilson gasped as the cool air hit his legs and privates, and blushed knowing the House had a full view of his ass. He waited for one of his quirky comments, but instead heard the snap of a rubber glove, and felt anticipation and excitement fill him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll put lube on it,” came House’s voice again.
Lube on what? The glove or your cock? Wilson thought, only getting harder from it.
He heard the squirt of a bottle, and House putting the lotion, or gel, or whatever on the glove fingers, before his cheeks were suddenly spread, and a lubed finger slid over his entrance. He shuddered and bit back a groan as the finger began to circle the tight hole.
Oh fuck, push it in.
Wilson felt a spasm of pleasure as the finger swiped over his entrance again and pushed down teasingly.
“Greg…” he groaned pleadingly.
“Oh fine,” he replied, and finally pushed his finger in.
“AHHHH!!!GREG!!!” Wilson cried out and bucked his hips back as House thrust his finger in and out languidly.
“Faster!”
House obliged, and thrust it quickly before adding a second digit and wiggled it around, causing Wilson to cry out in ecstasy again. He thrust them in and out, just a little too slowly, driving Wilson wild.
“Greg, touch me, already!” he hissed.
“Aye, Aye Captain,” House mock saluted, before reaching around to Wilson’s dripping hard-on. He wrapped his fingers around the erection the same time he began scissoring his two digits in Wilson’s tight entrance, causing the man to wail in pleasure. He eagerly bucked into House’s hand, nearly coming from the friction.
“I-I thought this was a prostate exam,” Wilson managed to gasp out.
House grazed his thumb over the swollen tip of Wilson’s penis, and gave it an extra tight squeeze, causing Wilson to yelp and jerk his hip forward.
“Oh, don’t worry, it will be,” he said in a tone that gave Wilson a thrill of anticipation.
He could feel his cock throbbing pleasurably as House continued tug, and stroke, and pull, while also adding a third finger to his puckered entrance.
But he wasn’t the only one of them enjoying the “exam”. House had begun to get an erection as soon as Wilson had begged him to push his finger in. And the way he moaned and cried out, only made him harder. Wilson really had no idea what he was doing to him. He licked his lips as Wilson whimpered, pushing back onto the slick digits. Oh, gods, he was going to have to fuck him soon before he came in his pants.
He pulled his fingers out of Wilson, and removed his hand from his cock, causing the man to make a noise of protest.
“Wilson, no whining. You don’t want to be a bad boy do you?”
House took off the rubber glove and threw it in the trash, before unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to the floor. He used the same bottle of lotion he used earlier to slick his cock, and threw it to the side, before positioning himself at Wilson’s entrance. Wilson whimpered as House’s dick brushed between his cheeks, and was surprised when he suddenly unbound his hands.
“I know your not running away now.” House answered his unasked question.
Wilson blushed, noting the smugness in his voice, and moved his arms more comfortably to his sides.
“Just fuck me already.”
House took the cue and pushed himself in slowly, sucking in a sharp breath when he was sheathed to the hilt.
Wilson let out a long moan as he felt himself stretch, and shuddered when House began to slide in and out of him.
“Move faster,” he ordered.
House picked up his pace, thrusting harder as well. Wilson groaned and shifted his legs, causing House to hit his prostate. Wilson arched his back and clenched around House’s cock, crying out.
“AHHH!!! Right there!”
House gasped as Wilson gripped him tighter, and quickly pulled back to hit that spot again and again and again. Wilson became lost in the ecstasy, barely able to stand as his legs buckled ever time House hit his sweet spot, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his ass and then straight to his groin.
“Harder, Greg!”
House pulled back until he was almost completely out and then slammed in hard. Wilson cried out, and gripping his desk with one hand, he wrapped the other around his cock and began to tug on it.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” House said, reaching around and pulling Wilson’s hand away, to replace it with his own.
“Ah! Greg!”
House proceeded to stroke Wilson’s swollen cock, while fucking him hard and senselessly over the desk. Wilson whimpered when he felt some of Greg’s pre-cum leak out into his passage, and felt his muscles spasm. He wiggled his hips, sending a jolt of pleasure through himself and up House’s cock, who gasped at the sensation.
“Fuck, Wilson.”
Both of them knew they couldn’t on much longer. Wilson moaned as his penis cramped pleasantly, and pre-cum spurted from the slit, which House proceeded to rub it around the head. House thrust into him again, and swiveled his hips, grinding into his prostate.
“Ah! Greg! I can’t take it! I’m gonna cu–ahhh!!!”
House doubled his pace, and Wilson would have slid to the ground, completely losing feeling in his legs, if he wasn’t bent over the desk. He felt as if he was going to burst and then House hit his prostate once more. Wilson clenched and threw his head back, and with a cry, came hard into his hand. House felt his cock jerk as Wilson clenched up on him again, and unable to hold on, released into his tightness.
He collapsed on top of Wilson, and they both leaned over the desk, tired and spent. After a few minutes he pulled out, and wiped his hand off on a tissue. He began to pull up his pants and Wilson did the same.
“So, how ‘bout lunch?” House asked nonchalantly.
“I don’t know. Are you going to bail this time?”
“Oh, come on. You can’t expect so little of me. Don’t worry, I won’t bail, scout’s honor.”
“Yeah right.”
“No really, I’m actually telling the truth this time.”
“Which I would believe if it wasn’t for the fact that you could be lying to me right now.”
“Exactly.”


End

Note: lol, I have no idea what the last two lines mean. It just seemed to fit and wrap up the story.