Administering Treatment
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G through L › House
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,200
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
FOX Broadcasting Corporation, deity of all things House, owns everything you see here. I just make the pretty boys do naughty things without permission, but the boys secretly enjoy it. No profit whatsoever is being made here.
Administering Treatment
Title: Administering Treatment
Author: Chickalupe
Feedback: ooh, makes me feel all tingly… chickalupe@juno.com
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: General Seasons 1 and 2, and no further.
Warnings: Slash, anal sex, fingering, PWP, improper use of ointment by medical professional, supply closet shenanigans. Technically infidelity, as Wilson is still married.
Disclaimer: FOX Broadcasting Corporation, deity of all things House, owns everything you see here. I just make the pretty boys do naughty things without permission, but the boys secretly enjoy it.
Summary: House has the remedy for Wilson, just like always.
Author Note: This, my very first attempt at House!prOn, was a direct result of some illicit text messaging caused by work-induced boredom. Enjoy.
*
A few at the staff meeting wondered at Dr. House’s persistent smirk. Most of the staff there were thankful that whatever was putting that particular smug look on House’s face had him too preoccupied to insert snarky comments at inappropriate times. Without the usual interruptions, the meeting finished in record time; though as she brought things to a close, Cuddy gave House a suspicious stare. A quiet, well-behaved Gregory House was too good to be believed.
No one, save a certain pair of blue eyes, noticed Dr. Wilson’s uncomfortable squirming. Only two people knew of what had happened in the supply closet just a few minutes prior.
“Still sore?” House whispered in James’ ear as they made their way out of the room. “You should have that checked out by a doctor, Jimmy.”
A faint blush and a shiver were the only reply as Wilson kept his head down and gathered up his notes.
*
Later that day, Dr. Wilson foraged inside his desk drawer for a pen and was surprised as his fingers encountered a foreign shape. When he pulled out the jumbo tube of rectal ointment, he didn’t need to venture a guess on who was responsible. In the privacy of his office, his face flushed once more.
*
“You know, I might have been with a patient when I found that,” Wilson remarked conversationally over lunch.
House was unsympathetic. “So? Just close the drawer to prevent any of those poor dying kids from asking embarrassing questions.” Greg swallowed the bite of his Reuben and continued. “Want help applying it? I have a terrific bedside manner.” His tone was offhand, as if discussing the subpar food or the idiots around them.
Wilson’s mouth went dry, and he found he couldn’t finish his salad. No matter that he was still aching from earlier, never mind that they were in public; all he could think about was Greg inside him again. With most of his mind focused on the bulge growing between his legs, another part of him remembered the small tube in his lab coat pocket that some devil had made him bring.
*
In the dark pantry of the hospital's cafeteria, Wilson found himself facing a row of jumbo canned peaches, and holding onto the thin metal shelving for dear life.
“Feel better now?” Greg asked, breathing in his ear as he worked ointment-coated fingers into James’ heat.
Wilson couldn’t speak, but nodded emphatically in the dim light. At that moment, he thought that if he felt any better, he might die from it.
The wooden clatter of a cane hitting linoleum, and House was seated fully inside, the fabric of his half-undone jeans rubbing against naked buttocks. James was suddenly positive, just as he had been each time before, that this time he really would permanently expire.
He felt the slick thrusting begin, felt Greg’s stubble on the back of his neck and the arm around his chest that used him as an anchor even as it propped him up; and Jimmy knew that this would always be the only cure for everything that ailed him.
He bit down on his sleeve and came silently.
~End.
Author: Chickalupe
Feedback: ooh, makes me feel all tingly… chickalupe@juno.com
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: General Seasons 1 and 2, and no further.
Warnings: Slash, anal sex, fingering, PWP, improper use of ointment by medical professional, supply closet shenanigans. Technically infidelity, as Wilson is still married.
Disclaimer: FOX Broadcasting Corporation, deity of all things House, owns everything you see here. I just make the pretty boys do naughty things without permission, but the boys secretly enjoy it.
Summary: House has the remedy for Wilson, just like always.
Author Note: This, my very first attempt at House!prOn, was a direct result of some illicit text messaging caused by work-induced boredom. Enjoy.
*
A few at the staff meeting wondered at Dr. House’s persistent smirk. Most of the staff there were thankful that whatever was putting that particular smug look on House’s face had him too preoccupied to insert snarky comments at inappropriate times. Without the usual interruptions, the meeting finished in record time; though as she brought things to a close, Cuddy gave House a suspicious stare. A quiet, well-behaved Gregory House was too good to be believed.
No one, save a certain pair of blue eyes, noticed Dr. Wilson’s uncomfortable squirming. Only two people knew of what had happened in the supply closet just a few minutes prior.
“Still sore?” House whispered in James’ ear as they made their way out of the room. “You should have that checked out by a doctor, Jimmy.”
A faint blush and a shiver were the only reply as Wilson kept his head down and gathered up his notes.
*
Later that day, Dr. Wilson foraged inside his desk drawer for a pen and was surprised as his fingers encountered a foreign shape. When he pulled out the jumbo tube of rectal ointment, he didn’t need to venture a guess on who was responsible. In the privacy of his office, his face flushed once more.
*
“You know, I might have been with a patient when I found that,” Wilson remarked conversationally over lunch.
House was unsympathetic. “So? Just close the drawer to prevent any of those poor dying kids from asking embarrassing questions.” Greg swallowed the bite of his Reuben and continued. “Want help applying it? I have a terrific bedside manner.” His tone was offhand, as if discussing the subpar food or the idiots around them.
Wilson’s mouth went dry, and he found he couldn’t finish his salad. No matter that he was still aching from earlier, never mind that they were in public; all he could think about was Greg inside him again. With most of his mind focused on the bulge growing between his legs, another part of him remembered the small tube in his lab coat pocket that some devil had made him bring.
*
In the dark pantry of the hospital's cafeteria, Wilson found himself facing a row of jumbo canned peaches, and holding onto the thin metal shelving for dear life.
“Feel better now?” Greg asked, breathing in his ear as he worked ointment-coated fingers into James’ heat.
Wilson couldn’t speak, but nodded emphatically in the dim light. At that moment, he thought that if he felt any better, he might die from it.
The wooden clatter of a cane hitting linoleum, and House was seated fully inside, the fabric of his half-undone jeans rubbing against naked buttocks. James was suddenly positive, just as he had been each time before, that this time he really would permanently expire.
He felt the slick thrusting begin, felt Greg’s stubble on the back of his neck and the arm around his chest that used him as an anchor even as it propped him up; and Jimmy knew that this would always be the only cure for everything that ailed him.
He bit down on his sleeve and came silently.
~End.