Gimme The Remote

Gimme the Remote

Author's note:  This was inspired by a picture by one of my favorite
artists on Y!gallery. It's here:

http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/262891/ And out of that I got this. Enjoy!

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It was a Friday night like any other. Instead of going out like normal couples
do, Dr. Gregory House and Dr. James Wilson were spending their night in front of
the TV. House, or course, had the remote in his hand. Using the useful features
of cable to see what was on other channels without changing it from the baseball
game he was currently watching. Wilson was looking at the guide, seeing if there
was anything he wanted to see on the long list of channels. If he wasn't
mistaken there were over 900 now - though most of them were music channels. He
was also absently rubbing the sole of House's left foot.

                   
They were sitting on opposite ends of House's oddly small leather couch. About a
half an hour passed before House snuck his bare feet into Wilson's lap. Wilson
misread the insistent nudging House was doing with his foot and started
massaging them. He didn't mind doing it. Ever since
they began their relationship it was Wilson's job to make sure House didn't hurt
himself or aggravate his leg. If that meant the occasional rubbing of long, boney
feet then so be it.

"That tickles." House grunted and wiggled his toes a little. Wilson looked
down for a second before he moved his thumbs to the ball of his foot. "Mm...."
he sighed. He spread his toes from the sensation. Wilson smiled when House put his
head back. It was rare to see the man with a relaxed look on his face. It made
Wilson feel special to be the only person to get to see such a thing. His eye
brows shot up when House suddenly farted, loudly. House chuckled about it when
he saw the look on Wilson's face.

"You're gross." Wilson said.

"I do it loud so you know the smell is coming." House said as he gave Wilson
a goofy smile.  "Don't tell me the King of the 'silent but deadly'
is offended by a little flatulence." Wilson just rolled his eyes. "Come on, if I
didn't like your farts I'd put your ass out on the street."

"So comforting to know our relationship's stability is determined by the
varying scents of gas."

"What better way when our sex life revolves around assholes." House
countered. Wilson snorted.

"You're the only asshole for me, baby." Wilson said. House actually
laughed at that before he went back to studying the guide. After a minute Wilson spotted
something he wanted to see.

"Turn to NBC. I want to watch Leno." Wilson said.

"No way. You know 'big chin' weirds me out." House said. "Plus it's
too early."

"So, we watch the news for a while. You have something better to watch?" Wilson asked.

"Sarah Silverman is coming on."

"That show is crap and so is she." Wilson said bitterly. "Gives Jews a bad
name."

"Easy on the tootsies, hun." House said and flexed his foot to get Wilson to
loosen his tightening grip. Something about Silverman really pissed him off.

"You've had the remote all night. Hand it over." Wilson demanded as he held
his hand out. House waved the remote a little before he gripped it in one hand.

"No." House said flatly. Wilson made a sound like he had just been insulted.
House smirked. It was always fun to play with him. Especially when he didn't
realized what House was doing. He'd catch on in a minute though.

"How are you going to tell me no!? It's my TV!" Wilson said. He suddenly
lounged at House and reached for the remote. House put his free hand in his
face, and used the knee on his left leg to keep Wilson at bay.

"Think you can get the drop on me?" House said as he struggled with Wilson's
flailing. House was used to this game. They've played it ever since they met. Of
course back in those days it was more of a wrestling match. They'd throw each
other all over the living room. But now with their age and House's bum leg they
settled for huffing and puffing and grappling.

"Give it up."

"I called it."

"Bullshit."

"If you love me you'll let me have it."

"I'm about to put you out on your boney ass." Wilson growled. He
grabbed hold of
House's wrists and pinned him to the couch - his left hand still clutching the oblong remote.
House's eyes went wide as a bolt of arousal coursed through him. He loved it
when Wilson got riled up like that. House had Wilson right where he wanted him
now.

"How bout a wager?" House asked as he fidgeted around. He worked his leg
between Wilson's and arched up until his thigh rubbed just so against Wilson's semi
erect cock. Physical exertion always had that effect on him.  

"Eh...." Wilson made a little noise at the contact. House slide his leg back
and forth as he talked.

"Make me cum before Leno comes on and you can watch it. I'll even suck your
dick during commercials." He said in his usual tone. He leaned up and ran the
tip of his tongue over Wilson's bottom lip. House thought Wilson's head would
pop off his shoulders by how red he turned. Instead he turned to look at the
clock. 12:05. He had half an hour. It usually took that long for foreplay. It
seemed no matter how many times Wilson fucked his friend, House remained almost
insanely tight. Wilson wondered for a moment if he did that on purpose.

"Umm...." Wilson contemplated the offer. He looked at the TV. Seeing
Silverman proudly proclaim she was marrying her dog was enough motivation. He turned back to House and kissed him. Pushing his
tongue past thin lips and ignoring the annoying scratch of stubble on his own
five 'o' clock shadow.
He let go of House's wrists and ran his hands under his sweater instead. Taking
a nipple between his thumb and fore finger, he twisted and pulled roughly. House
nearly bit Wilson's tongue as he grit his teeth with a hiss. "Easy....."

"Just making sure you feel it." Wilson said as he pushed into House's thigh.

"I want to..." House breathed against his ear. His free hand pulling up the
back of Wilson's shirt and dragging his nails down his skin. A sensation that
always pushed Wilson into over drive. "Make me feel it--uff!" Before
House could finish the sentence he was face down on the leather sofa. Before he could
get in another seductive comment his
sweat pants and jockey's were pulled down. "Ah!" House couldn't suppress a yelp
as a saliva slick digit was pushed inside him. He doubted anyone could keep
quiet with a finger up their ass. Plus it felt good. He moved his hips from side to side
- not so subtle encouragement for Wilson to continue. Being
pressed into couch caused a delightful friction against his cock. He slowed down
when he realized he would lose the wager if he kept that up. 

"You stopped mewling." Wilson said as he pulled his finger back.

"I don't mew--uh....." He gripped the cushion beneath him when a second
finger
joined the first. He bit his bottom lip and groaned.

"Hm....that means I'm getting close to....this." Wilson curved his middle
finger down rubbed against House's prostate.

"Unh!" A choked gasp forced it's way out of him. He bent his knees and his
toes curled.

"Would you look at that. I'd say you're ready." Wilson said as he unfastened his belt. He slid his
pants down, letting out a quiet sigh as his erection sprang free from the
confining fabric. He leaned over House, bracing himself on one hand as he guided
himself in with the other. Sliding in until his hips were flush against House's ass. He snorted. It
really was boney. House arched up a little, trying alleviate some of the
pressure. He rolled his hips and let out short gasps at the familiar burn of
having Wilson inside him. He had been in the mood for a good, hard fuck all day.
And if there was anything Wilson was good at, it was delivering the good cock.
Something his ex-wives obviously didn't appreciate. 

"Don't tease now, Jimmy." House huffed as he tried to regain control of
himself. His mind didn't make it easy. It rebelled and told House to say
different things. Something along the lines of: Fuck me until I scream bloody
murder and jizz all over the couch. But he swallowed those words in a groan.
"You only have ten minutes left."

"Hold on tight." Wilson said as he braced himself on both hands. The reminder of the time
made him skip the experimental, slow thrusts and get right to the deep, earth
shattering ones. From the angle they were positioned Wilson had to thrust
directly downward into House. He ground his hips into him hard.  House put his face into the cushion just incase any stray screams
managed to escape his throat. No way was he going to give up the 'A material'
moaning without foreplay. "Fuck, Greg." Wilson gasped occasionally.
His hips slapped against
House's ass in quick succession. The force of which made House's cock slide
along the leather cushion beneath him - made slick by his pre-cum and sweat.
Wilson watched himself disappear inside House with an odd form of fascination.
His swollen pink pucker swallowing him whole. 'How can it feel good for him when he's so tight.' He thought.  

                   
Wilson looked up from the sensual show to find House still had a death grip on
the remote. His hold on which was making the TV flip from channel to channel.
Wilson could see him shaking. Could hear his gasps coming out freely now. House
arched up further and pushed back into Wilson's thrusts despite the strain it put on his leg. The thick stem along the underside
of Wilson's cock was steadily nudging his spot. He was so close, he finally
broke and let out loud keening moans when Wilson put his hands on his hips held
him still. Wilson could
feel House's muscles ripple under his hands.

"Greg...." Wilson sighed.

"Oh!" House let out a somewhat high pitched moan. It
always got to him when Wilson whispered his name like that. "James....." He
sighed. Turn about was fair play. Wilson leaned over and wrapped his arms around
House. He licked along the shell of house's ear before he began whispering into it.

"So soft....ngh! God you're hot....gonna squeeze my dick off."
Wilson rambled on
absently. A true sign he was close to orgasm. "Greg.....Unh! Greg, cum for me."
House just chuckled shakily.

"No more Cine-max for you."  

"Greg--shit! Unh! Oh!" Wilson thrust in harder. House grit his
teeth behind the force of it.

"Fuck yes!" House hissed as he lost control. He climaxed first.
Spilling his seed between his belly and his couch. "Ahh..." His muscles tensed
and convulsed around Wilson's
pulsing length. Wilson's thrusts seemed to stop. He pushed in once, then twice.
The third thrust was the hardest. He stay flush against House as he ejaculated
deep inside him. House bit his bottom lip as he was filled the brim with hot jizz.
They stayed like that for a few minutes. Wilson absently kissed House's neck and
shoulder. When he found the strength to do so House turned his head so he could kiss
his lips. "I'm starting to fuse with the leather." He pointed out. Wilson
smirked as he wiggled his hips a little.

"I'd be able to fuck you anytime I wanted if you did. Give me a reason why I
should let you up." Wilson said. He hissed when House clenched tightly around
him.

"Because I really will squeeze your dick off." House growled playfully.

"Okay, okay. I need that." Wilson said. House relinquished his hold and
Wilson pulled out and sat back. He leaned over for a second and plucked the remote from
House's lax grip.

"12:33...." Wilson gloated as he turned to NBC. "Look at that.
It's a commercial
break."