Dirty Closet

Pairing: House/Wilson
Note: This is a smut filled one shot for my dear friend Yamirynenjeru for Christmas, because she is awesome and major love >3 Hope you like it.

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::Alert!:: Recently edited now that I found the time to go back and re-read this, a few minor spelling/grammar errors were corrected.

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Wilson rubbed the bridge of his nose as he made his way through the illuminated halls. Even with the hospitals lights, it was obvious beyond the walls that it had fallen deep into the night. He almost feared to glance at his watch, knowing how late it must be. The surgery for his patients’ tumors had drug out longer then he had expected. Apparently just over a couple of hours he located more that had formed in his temporal lobe. The surgery being completed didn’t bring any relief to Wilson’s face, since there on his desk still sat a stack of folders half the size of his desk lamp. At this rate he hadn’t planned on leaving his office until at least one in the morning. Taking the plunge, he glanced at his watch, groaning to his accurate prediction as the hands pointed to eleven o’ clock.

And there was still one patient left to perform a check-up for. At least that didn’t start until a half an hour from now. So, Wilson began to slump off toward the supply closet located on that level. It appeared he was the only doctor roaming the halls, he could hear the heels of his shoes scuffing the formally clean tile floors. Apparently, either the others were home for the evening or assisting patients, hell even House was probably long gone by now. Just as the thought of his lazy friend past his mind, he didn’t even notice himself passing Greg’s office, with a lounging Greg still inside.

Disgruntled, House found amusement by tossing his jumbo tennis ball against the side of this office. The red and gray designs swirled in motion as he played with the solid wall. His lackeys were still running some test for some patient of his; he didn’t bother recalling her name. All he could think about for the time was how deprived he was sexually. It had been three weeks since he invited the hired help to keep him company and being stuck staring at Cuddy’s boobs only made things worse. Not to mention a certain male friend with a certain boyish charm plagued his mind.

Lately he was bothered by strange fantasies which involved the younger Wilson. Maybe it was a result from his lack of sex, but the longer he went unattended, the more attractive Wilson seemed to be. Plus ever since that one homosexual moment they shared when he stalked his friend on his date with Amber, the realization of how much their relationship related to that between lovers never left his mind. Maybe it had always been there, it was possible that he was suppose to break the ice with Wilson all these years; and yet neither of them seemed to even contemplate about it. And with his attention suddenly being drawn towards Wilson, he honestly couldn’t imagine why he never thought of Wilson that way before. Just like Wilson, that appeared to be a cue for the very man to cross his line of sight.

Beyond the other side of the glass, he witnessed a clear image of his infatuation glide past him. It seemed that Wilson took no notice to House leaning in his desk chair, even with his chilling stare following him. He must have figured House already snuck off home once his shift ended, but honestly he had been lingering at work for this very reason. Something about his frustration made him reluctant to go home, as if he was subconsciously waiting for something to cure the deprivation. Sure, House didn’t really believe in subconscious, so more logically he made the decision to stay waiting for an opportunity for sex. Still, he wasn’t sure if he actually took part in deciding for it to be Wilson, why not some lady nurse passing by for rounds? Either way, there was a sudden warmth in his pants as he watched Wilson vanish from sight.

Below, he could feel his penis growing hard. The poor thing had been deprived of entertainment for some time now and it seemed to know who it wanted to release his urge. There was still a soft voice in the back of his head, nagging how if he did chose to hassle Wilson it could scare him off. To be honest, he still worried over the fact of losing Wilson. After his deceased girlfriend caused a shift in their friendship, he was always pondering if their relationship changed or if he would lose him again; House feared this more then he would ever admit to. Then again, maybe something was changing in their relationship. He was not sure how, but things were different now, only now they were different on Houses end. House was unsure of how their relationship was changing, but it was happening, and something about it caused him to walk out of his office, following Wilson in pursuit.

He was not entirely sure where his friend was heading, but he would follow him discretely until he found an opportunity for privacy. So far, he had yet to run into another doctor. Even in this vast hall he didn’t even spot his team rushing toward him with the results. At the moment, he was hoping for no one to approach him. He wanted to keep his presence unbeknownced to Wilson, even more so he wanted his desires to be played out. Suddenly, walking was becoming a chore, with a muscle between his legs surging with pain as he walked. Cursing to himself, he guessed it had been awhile since he was this hard. God, Wilson was actually making him hard, harder then he could recall being. Apparently, there was a higher power to overhear his desires, giving him the luxury to see Wilson vanish behind the door of a supply closet.

Smirking, he quickened his pace, his eyes darting about to make sure no one saw him.

Letting the door close behind him, Wilson switched on the knob beside the door frame, filling the cramped area with a foggy light. Though still large enough for about four people to maneuver, he still felt the room was cluttered; it must still be a challenge for four people to move comfortably in here. But for one person, he would manage; he was just stopping in for some extra syringes. He figured to just save the trouble and grab some gloves as well. The whole hall had seemed eerily quiet; it felt as if he was completely alone. Before a sudden creek startled him as the door open, it appeared he was not alone.

Jerking his head over toward the entrance, clinging to the boxes of supplies in his arms, he recognized the figure instantly. Sighing, he looked back to House with an aggravated stare. It was just like House to find amusement in catching him by surprise. Turning away from him, he grumbled as he grabbed a final box of gloves.

“Was that truly necessary? What do you need?” he asked, still annoyed as he waited for House to answer.

Shockingly enough, House stood in silence, just staring his friend down without even a single movement. Wilson turned curiously at House, taken back by the look on his face. Houses eyes seemed to be filled with a jumble of emotions. One would fear that House was angry, but Wilson knew better, it seemed more like House was standing firm. There also seemed to be a hunger lying behind his gaze, he even felt he could see a small glint of compassion in them. One of his bushed brows rose higher along his forehead, no matter how much he noticed in Houses stare, he was still clueless to why House was eying at him that way.

“What are you still doing here anyway, your shift ended hours ago.” he asked, clueless to what House planned on doing.

Without a word, House stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He really wanted to respond, but nothing he could think of sounded right. He wasn’t sure there was anything he could say, this situation seemed to call for just diving into it. Still, he feared what would come from what his urge pushed him to do, but he hoped his relationship with Wilson was stronger then he felt it was. No longer desiring for words, he just approached Wilson and used his free hand to push him back. Unable to even respond, Wilson’s body just fell in Houses path before hitting the wall behind him softly. Supplies fell from his grasp, scattering across the floor as he looked at House. Before he could even exclaim in anger, he was locked into a gaze with House, leaving him breathless.

House stared down at his friend, a mere two inches shorter in height, whose own gaze also captivated him. Taking this moment to stare at him, those warm brown eyes seemed to melt into him. Even with his penis crying for any attention, something he found in Wilson's eyes made this idea less disturbing. Wilson on the other hand, witnessed a change of his own. House was staring down at him, making him suddenly feel shorter. His expression was soft, almost gentle, but still flared with desire; there was something deeper House was after. The look in Houses eyes seemed to give away everything he was thinking, what he was feeling, even with the absence of facial changes Wilson felt everything House was feeling. By the time he realized what House was after; Houses lips trampled his chance to speak out as they collided with his own. Capturing Wilson in an intense kiss, Wilson was left dumbfounded, not sure how to react. House had closed his eyes, just allowing all his sexual tensions to slowly fade into Wilson’s mouth.

Once Wilson finally realized what House was doing, he attempted to speak. Before he could, House took the sudden motion as an opportunity, plunging his tongue into Wilson’s mouth. For a moment, Wilson's face twisted, appalled by the sudden action. But feeling Houses tongue explore his caverns, the different textures across his own tongue, Wilson’s eyes suddenly drifted shut as he began to kiss back. The moment House knew he had Wilson locked into submission, the grin on his face became more seductive. Letting his cane crack against the floor, he used his now empty hand to grip Wilson’s waist, crashing his pulsing member into Wilson's. On the point of contact, Wilson emitted a groan into Houses kiss, suddenly grasping onto his shirt. His eyes fluttered in shock, now noticing how quickly his own dick grew hard.

House could feel the sudden numbing pain rush up his leg, but the sudden rush of sensation between his legs fogged the pain. Still, the rush of dopamine couldn’t conceal the pain for too long, beginning to distract House from his goal. Breaking the kiss, he left Wilson in a panting state as he reached into his jacket pocket.

“Fuck” he muttered aloud before ripping the bottle from his pocket and pushing the lid off with his thumb.

Looking back, he witnessed the state Wilson was in now. His pupils now lay rolled in the back of his head, still peeping from the corners of his lids. He was speechless; trapped in his heavy breathing, it was almost euphoric. Just staring at him made House fall numb; knowing this leg was going to slow him down just pissed him off even more. Wasting no more time, he downed a couple of pills before throwing them back into his pocket. Apparently, Wilson gathered his sense to actually attempt to speak to House about what they were doing.
“House…why are you doing this?” he asked, not even knowing why he was going along with it.

“No talking, either go with it or don’t.” he said, grabbing at Wilson's shirt.

Before House could do anything, Wilson pushed against Houses chest causing him to back up. Taking a deep sigh, House closed his eyes a moment, before opening them again. Looking at Wilson, he saw the curious glimmer in his eyes, Houses responded with a firm glance. He didn’t know how to reply, since he was not entirely sure why this was happening either. Sure, he wanted sex, but why he was settling for Wilson he didn’t know. Now things seemed a bit different, looking at Wilson the need for sex intensified. That usually never happened unless he wanted to see the same person again for another round, it reminded him of Stacy. For the first moment since he saw Wilson cross his office, he actually thought about why they were doing this, why Wilson was going along with it and if it would happen again. But the throbbing in his cock pushed all other thoughts aside, he wanted to finish off before the mood was lost.

Not saying anything, he gently pushed Wilson against the small table in the room. Wilson seemed to glare at him wanting an answer; even if both were unsure if there even was one. Maybe he wanted this too; maybe both he and House just needed some flaky sex to let off steam. But would they still be friends afterwards, he supposed he wouldn’t want to leave since he was beginning to want House as well. His mind was drowning in questions until hearing the zipper of his pants being pulled down. Quickly looking down, seeing House and the scheme he had in mind, he shot his gaze back to him but House cut him off.

“We’ll talk about it later…I promise, but for now let’s just not think. Doing is more entertaining anyway.” House replied, looking back up from Wilson’s boxers to gaze back into Wilson's eyes.

There was that contact again, the look that seemed to replace anything words could make. He could see through House, and obviously House was making his way through him as well. Looking down for a moment, he saw his own member pleading to break from its captivity. Slowly his eyes drifted back to House, those blue eyes hypnotizing him. Suddenly, he simply nodded and closed his eyes for a second as House responded to the permission. Reaching one of his hands down into Wilson’s pants, he began to caress the hardened cock inside. Hearing Wilson moan, staring back at him again, it only made him harder. For now, he would just pull Wilson in more, once he was hooked, he would take it farther. Feeling the length of Wilson’s dick told him that his friend was packing.

Wilson moaned, tossing his head back as House stroked his member. The rough texture of Houses hands scratched against him, a constant reminder to him that this was not a woman pleasing him. Slowly Wilson began to care less, just wanting House to continue, hoping he wouldn’t stop. Pulling his head back up, he took an assertive action and leaned forward and began kissing House. His tongue taking no time entering Houses mouth, feeling inside Houses warm mouth and the vibrations from Houses moan. If he was going to allow a fellow man to do this, he was still going to retain some masculinity and not allow to be pushed into submission.

When Wilson suddenly took some charge in the situation, it got House even more excited. He never had the chance before to see Wilson in action. In fact, he was actually more dominant then House first imagined; it was a pleasant shock. Picking up his pace, his grip was less gentle as his massaging became more rigid. Listening to Wilson’s moans hitting a higher range drove him crazy; he just wanted to hear more. His own cock pumped, pushing blood to his very tip. It was becoming too much to handle, he needed to go farther if he was ever going to cum. Moving his hand, he pulled down Wilson's boxers, revealing something he never thought he would be so tempted to see. Wilson’s erection stood proud, begging to be satisfied. Quickly he grabbed back at Wilson's erection, preventing Wilson from suffering too long.

The cold air seemed to wrap around his erection before it was shrouded with the warmth from Houses hand. As House put more passion into his motions, Wilson deepened the kiss. Their bodies were now separated merely by Houses working hand. Both of Wilson’s arms slid around Houses shoulders, digging his nails into the fabric of his jacket. It wasn’t long before the coat became a nuisance and Wilson pushed it harshly from Houses shoulders. Reluctantly, House moved his arm allowing the jacket to slide off, once he heard the article of clothing hit the floor he retook his position. Wilson felt a satisfied shiver run along his vertebra as he felt his nails having more freedom as he clung to House. The skin sunk under his fingers, slightly piercing Houses flesh and stealing a groan from the elder man. Now House was completely lost in the moment.

Both men felt a drizzle of pre-cum slide down Wilson's shaft, groaning Wilson tried to hold it back. He wasn’t ready to come, not yet, with still so much to explore. Knowing his time was restricted; he moved his hands down and began to unzip Houses pants. House must have needed to be pleasured as well and the longer this went on, the more Wilson wanted to do things to House. Looking down, he took in the sight of Houses fully erect penis, causing his heart to skip a beat in awe. Houses was sculpted perfectly, not being too large, but just enough. Houses eyes closed as he felt Wilson’s fingers brush against him, Wilson licking his lips slightly. The urge to suck House off until he became faint was strong, causing Wilson to shift slightly.

In that moment, House broke off from Wilson and allowed his pants to drop. It was only after the rush of adrenaline weakened that he notices he was revealing the massive scar on his leg. Gulping slightly, House began to feel insecure. Refusing to let it show, he looked to Wilson, wondering if Wilson took notice. But he didn’t, it seemed that Wilson was only looking at what he wanted, not his friends flaw. Still, when House hesitated, he moved his gaze up to him. There was a new look behind his eyes, something pained, understanding what caused the look Wilson just smiled warmly at him. Before House had a chance to decline, Wilson pulled House on top of him as he fell back farther on the table; their cocks colliding. Both emitted a sharp breath, longing for this contact. As the rush returned, House hoisted up and rubbed their members together.

Now both of them began moaning, almost in sync as they felt themselves caressing one another. Sweat began to perspire along Houses forehead while some formed behind Wilson’s neck. Wilson gripped his arms around House, removing any gap they had between them. Giving them more room, House reached down and roughly pulled Wilsons pants down, but took a gentle hand to brush into Wilson’s hair. Taking that moment, he glanced down at Wilson whose expression was more desirable then their current actions. Seeing that he was the one causing Wilson to react this way, it made him feel rather possessive of Wilson. At that moment, Wilson was his and no one else’s.

Wilson stared back into Houses eyes, before closing the gap between their lips and locking him into a rough kiss. The feeling of Houses pre-cum slowly lubricating their members caused Wilson to moan, pushing his tongue farther into Houses mouth. Bucking up, he forcefully drove his hips into Houses, pushing a moan out of Houses mouth. He wanted to please House like no one ever pleased him before, and he wanted to be the only one to ever give him this sensation. If they never did this again, which was becoming more and more painful of a possibility, he wanted to be the only man House did this with. Then, he felt House lurk into other areas, causing him to lose his breath. For a split moment, he felt Houses head prodding at his entrance. The slight stretching caused his legs to begin to shake, just the feeling of Houses member even poking him made him feel whole.

“Nnnnn…god Greg” he moaned, opening his eyes slightly in shock to his reaction.

As he felt his head brush along Wilson's entrance House seemed to be taken aback, but what shocked him more was what came from Wilson’s lips. His name, moaned in ecstasy, which seemed to be asking him to push farther. Just hearing Wilson call out his name, the one he never heard from his other colleagues, it seemed so natural; Wilson calling his name in this orgasmic state just fit. Once the shock melted away, a pleased grin came across his face as he let out a chuckle, basking in the selfish pride of Wilson desiring him. But the sudden surge of cum sprayed from his cock, pushing it out of Wilson’s anus with some lingering within his contracting crevice. Before it managed to leak all over Wilson's pants, he quickly pushed against Wilson’s member, redirecting his cock to splooge across Wilson’s abdomen. The sudden rush caught Wilson’s attention, causing him to moan before tossing his head back.

He panted softly, his chest rising and falling in motion. Well, House came, so he figured it was over. House got the release he wanted, so he figured House would just pull off and end it; leaving him still hard to scurry away and finish himself off. But he felt the sudden grasp of Houses hand around his cock, making Wilson hiss between his teeth. Looking up, he saw a panting House, his whole being covered with an orgasmic aura. His grip was weak to the touch, still overcome by pleasure as his body numbed slightly. But his will to finish Wilson off overcame his exhaustion before his grip tightened. Listening to the rhythm of Wilson's moans, he collapsed on top of him. Burying his head in his neck he could feel the rumble in Wilson’s throat, calling out to him, pleading him not to stop. Hearing his name once more, he smirked before nipping into Wilson’s neck.

Wilson could feel it, his seed pushing inside him. The euphoric pain in his groin begged to be released, but he was not ready for it to end. If only it was humanly possible to keep going, he just wanted a little more time. Since he knew this would never last, he wanted to take in all he could before he and House returned to their normal lives. Both would pretend this never happened, but have an infinitely lingering tension around them. His hands gripped the table, trying to hold back from relieving himself; when a sudden brush of air ran across his ear.

“Cum for me Jimmy.” House whispered, grunting with fire in his tone desiring Wilson to cum with him in mind.

That final moment, hearing House asking him to release, he came. Houses hand was covered with Wilson’s seed, feeling his hips trembling against his soaked palm. Cum flooded the table, some dripped from the edge to the floor below. Before more slipped away, House gathered what stuck onto Wilson's cock in his hand. Most of it was brushed against Wilson's now limp dick, but Houses hand was still glazed over, small spots of white fluid over a few of his fingers. Chuckling into Wilson's neck, he pulled away to look at the expression on Wilson's face post orgasm. Once Wilson allowed the sensation to sink in, he looked over to House. Though they had returned to their familiar sarcastic smirking glance, a small light seemed to reflect as he stared at Wilson. Seeing that affection in Houses eyes pulled a smile along Wilson’s lips.

“Wow…I…can’t believe we did that…” Wilson replied.

“Yeah…well at least we have a reason for people to see our relationship having gay tendencies now.” House replied, hoisting himself off the table.

Once his feet touched the ground, he stumbled, nearly losing his balance. Balancing himself, he let Wilson’s cum sit on his fingers, grinning at Wilson as his friend pushed himself off the table as well. Grabbing one of the tissues from the shelf, he wiped himself clean, suddenly unable to look House in the eyes. Houses gaze seemed to soften with confusion, one moment Wilson couldn’t keep his eyes off him and now he could barely look at him. Maybe he was now beginning to feel the shame of their act. Then, Wilson directed his voice toward House as he brought up what seemed to be troubling him.

“So…I guess we go back to normal after this right?” Wilson asked, finally forcing himself to meet eyes with House.

Houses eyes seemed to soften further, the way they did whenever he came confronted with a painful issue with Wilson. Honestly, he wanted to continue this further down the road, but saying he loved Wilson seemed too mushy for the time. Instead, he looked around a moment, gathering his thoughts he looked back to Wilson with a smirk.

“You think I would give up free sex? Besides, the whole wife and kids thing doesn’t work for you.” he replied.

That seemed to catch Wilsons attention, knowing House for so long he took that message of his way of saying they should give this a try. A smile made its way on Wilson’s face, a soft look in his eyes focusing on House. So he wondered when they would be able to call each other lovers, but he supposed it was best to take it slow.

“I have an opening after work..my place, maybe I can pencil you in.” House stated, smirking in his casual sarcastic manner, which showed Wilson House was comfortable with him.

Before either of them had a chance to react, the door to the closet opened. Chase and Cameron turned to see Wilson quickly pulling up his pants, his face flushing red. Both parties stood in utter shock, baffled looks on their faces, jaws hanging merely by its hinges. Just about to head for surgery, Chase decided to stop and grab a mask in the supply closet, not expecting to find something so foreign in an ordinary closet. Wilson just looked apologetically at them, so embarrassed that his knees became weak. House on the other hand, stared questioningly at them, wondering what the big deal was. Suddenly, a snarky smile crossed his lips and he pulled the fingers up toward his lips.

“Now you two know it feels.” he stated with a knowing smile, licking the residue of his new lover from his fingers.