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greghousesgfIt's Room Service
(a/n the ending "Out of the Chute" should have had. NC-17)
Wilson felt a pair of hands suddenly shoving his back. "OH NO MY SUI--" as he fell into the pool. He surfaced, gasping and glaring around but he couldn't figure out who in the crowd had pushed him. He whipped his head back towards House, who was roaring with laughter, his eyes shining.
"It's not funny, House, you scared the shit out of me!" he sputtered. "I thought you were going to kill yourself!"
"Aw, hell no, I'm not gonna kill myself!"
"This water's really cold, I'm chilled to the bone!"
"Heh heh heh mmheh, you said bone" House replied in an extremely accurate Beavis voice, then added in his own voice, though oddly softer than his usual tone, "Come on, let's go back up to my suite and get dried off."
Upon opening the suite door, House immediately grabbed the hotel phone and said, "My friend and I fell in the pool, if we leave our wet clothes just inside the door can somebody come pick them up and get them dried and returned? And we'd also like coffee service for two." He hung up the phone and turned to Wilson and started undoing his own jeans. "Come on, get them off, you'll feel a lot better. There are robes here and anyway, we could both use a hot bath."
"Oh, great, we're already leaving a big wet trail like two giant slugs down the hall and you want us to get wetter?"
"There's a world of difference between cold, wet and clothed and hot, wet and naked. No, not that bathroom, the other one." House beckoned.
"My tie is wrecked."
"Good, it belonged on somebody's grandpa anyway," House shot back over his shoulder, while depositing his clothes in a pile near the main door and walking rapidly (for him) to the larger bathroom in the suite.
Wilson followed him in and was a little taken aback because he hadn't seen that bathroom before and it was huge and luxurious, especially the large, jade-green marble bathtub.
"My god, House, you could fit a horse in this thing!"
"Oh, you're too easy." House switched on the water, adjusted the temperature, poured in bubble bath, and climbed in. "Come on in, it's great."
Wilson hesitated, thinking, "I'm supposed to be mad at him. Oh, what the hell, I'm freezing and that bath looks too inviting," before slipping into the water and sighing reflexively.
House grinned at him. "See? Let me turn on the jets," and he hit a switch, and a Jacuzzi jet got Wilson right between the shoulder blades, causing him to close his eyes and smile broadly. He was a little surprised, but pleasantly so, to feel House's long, dexterous fingers rubbing some sort of soap into his lower back, incredibly gently, ironically enough, feeling like the stereotype of the doctor with the feather-light touch and warm bedside manner. Wilson almost giggled at the incongruity of the thought.
After a very long bath, with mutual back-scrubbing which was ended by House commenting "I'm getting too pruney," they toweled off, put on their robes and went back out to the main living room area of the suite.
The coffee was already set up for them, House poured two cups, Wilson put milk and sugar in his and House lit the propane fireplace, smiled, and said, "I'm putting this place in my guide to where to stay when dealing with breakups; it's getting my highest rating: four canes. Oh, and I put a nice shot of brandy in your coffee."
"I can feel it warming me up right down to my toes, just don't scare the shit out of me like that, okay? I want you around for a long time." Wilson took a big sip. "Frankly I'm too relieved you're alive to be as mad at you as I probably ought to be." House didn't say anything at this but his eyes bugged and he looked rather guilty. Wilson continued, "I'm sorry I was such a cheerleader for you and Cuddy. After a while I could see that she wasn't really in love with you, she was in love with this idea she had that she could turn you into her concept of the perfect boyfriend. That's not love, and it wasn't fair to you. If anything, I should have been a cheerleader for you being yourself." He took another big sip.
"I'll forgive you if you wear an actual cheerleader's uniform, with the little skirt and everything."
Wilson looked really startled for a second, then he and House laughed.
Wilson leaned in and kissed him.
House's jaw dropped. "Did you just kiss me?"
"Did I ruin the moment?"
"Actually, I think you made it better." House wrapped his arms around Wilson and gave him a big wet kiss on the lips, leaning him back on the couch and untying the sashes of both their robes and then fondling and caressing Wilson's hairy body all over. Wilson kissed and nuzzled House's face and neck, licking and nibbling his ears causing House to emit soft, almost cooing sounds of ecstasy. House ran his long tongue over Wilson's torso, nudged his thighs open and began to suck and lick enthusiastically. Wilson arched his back with pleasure and murmured, "turn around, I wanna do a sixty-nine," and House complied readily.
House shuddered with passion as he came into Wilson's soft wet mouth. Wilson sat up slowly and took another swallow of coffee and House leaned in and whispered, "I left some lube in one of the bedrooms. Let's go in there, I want you to fuck me in the ass."
Wilson chortled. "Blunt as always, huh, House?"
"Oh, you love it."
(a/n the ending "Out of the Chute" should have had. NC-17)
Wilson felt a pair of hands suddenly shoving his back. "OH NO MY SUI--" as he fell into the pool. He surfaced, gasping and glaring around but he couldn't figure out who in the crowd had pushed him. He whipped his head back towards House, who was roaring with laughter, his eyes shining.
"It's not funny, House, you scared the shit out of me!" he sputtered. "I thought you were going to kill yourself!"
"Aw, hell no, I'm not gonna kill myself!"
"This water's really cold, I'm chilled to the bone!"
"Heh heh heh mmheh, you said bone" House replied in an extremely accurate Beavis voice, then added in his own voice, though oddly softer than his usual tone, "Come on, let's go back up to my suite and get dried off."
Upon opening the suite door, House immediately grabbed the hotel phone and said, "My friend and I fell in the pool, if we leave our wet clothes just inside the door can somebody come pick them up and get them dried and returned? And we'd also like coffee service for two." He hung up the phone and turned to Wilson and started undoing his own jeans. "Come on, get them off, you'll feel a lot better. There are robes here and anyway, we could both use a hot bath."
"Oh, great, we're already leaving a big wet trail like two giant slugs down the hall and you want us to get wetter?"
"There's a world of difference between cold, wet and clothed and hot, wet and naked. No, not that bathroom, the other one." House beckoned.
"My tie is wrecked."
"Good, it belonged on somebody's grandpa anyway," House shot back over his shoulder, while depositing his clothes in a pile near the main door and walking rapidly (for him) to the larger bathroom in the suite.
Wilson followed him in and was a little taken aback because he hadn't seen that bathroom before and it was huge and luxurious, especially the large, jade-green marble bathtub.
"My god, House, you could fit a horse in this thing!"
"Oh, you're too easy." House switched on the water, adjusted the temperature, poured in bubble bath, and climbed in. "Come on in, it's great."
Wilson hesitated, thinking, "I'm supposed to be mad at him. Oh, what the hell, I'm freezing and that bath looks too inviting," before slipping into the water and sighing reflexively.
House grinned at him. "See? Let me turn on the jets," and he hit a switch, and a Jacuzzi jet got Wilson right between the shoulder blades, causing him to close his eyes and smile broadly. He was a little surprised, but pleasantly so, to feel House's long, dexterous fingers rubbing some sort of soap into his lower back, incredibly gently, ironically enough, feeling like the stereotype of the doctor with the feather-light touch and warm bedside manner. Wilson almost giggled at the incongruity of the thought.
After a very long bath, with mutual back-scrubbing which was ended by House commenting "I'm getting too pruney," they toweled off, put on their robes and went back out to the main living room area of the suite.
The coffee was already set up for them, House poured two cups, Wilson put milk and sugar in his and House lit the propane fireplace, smiled, and said, "I'm putting this place in my guide to where to stay when dealing with breakups; it's getting my highest rating: four canes. Oh, and I put a nice shot of brandy in your coffee."
"I can feel it warming me up right down to my toes, just don't scare the shit out of me like that, okay? I want you around for a long time." Wilson took a big sip. "Frankly I'm too relieved you're alive to be as mad at you as I probably ought to be." House didn't say anything at this but his eyes bugged and he looked rather guilty. Wilson continued, "I'm sorry I was such a cheerleader for you and Cuddy. After a while I could see that she wasn't really in love with you, she was in love with this idea she had that she could turn you into her concept of the perfect boyfriend. That's not love, and it wasn't fair to you. If anything, I should have been a cheerleader for you being yourself." He took another big sip.
"I'll forgive you if you wear an actual cheerleader's uniform, with the little skirt and everything."
Wilson looked really startled for a second, then he and House laughed.
Wilson leaned in and kissed him.
House's jaw dropped. "Did you just kiss me?"
"Did I ruin the moment?"
"Actually, I think you made it better." House wrapped his arms around Wilson and gave him a big wet kiss on the lips, leaning him back on the couch and untying the sashes of both their robes and then fondling and caressing Wilson's hairy body all over. Wilson kissed and nuzzled House's face and neck, licking and nibbling his ears causing House to emit soft, almost cooing sounds of ecstasy. House ran his long tongue over Wilson's torso, nudged his thighs open and began to suck and lick enthusiastically. Wilson arched his back with pleasure and murmured, "turn around, I wanna do a sixty-nine," and House complied readily.
House shuddered with passion as he came into Wilson's soft wet mouth. Wilson sat up slowly and took another swallow of coffee and House leaned in and whispered, "I left some lube in one of the bedrooms. Let's go in there, I want you to fuck me in the ass."
Wilson chortled. "Blunt as always, huh, House?"
"Oh, you love it."
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17/3/11 09:17 (UTC)"I should have been a cheerleader for you being yourself"
Precisely.
"I'll forgive you if you wear an actual cheerleader's uniform, with the little skirt and everything."
Now that's an image that will haunt me: Wilson in a cheerleader's uniform, with nothing below the short skirt - I guess that's what House means ;-)
"I want you to fuck me in the ass."
That was both funny and incredibly IC. And romantic, of course. I like romance.
One think I disagree with: Wilson doesn't have a hairy body. I think his body wouldn't be a bit hairier than Cuddy's if she didn't shave. House, now, that's different.
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17/3/11 17:10 (UTC)Never seen Robbie with his shirt off, I was going by his big ole eyebrows. I have seen Hugh not wearing much. (drool)
I wanted those two to have some fun. there's too much misery in the show, even when it's done well.
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17/3/11 19:24 (UTC)Your idea of having a drawing is brilliant, we should do a joint post on hw_req.
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18/3/11 06:24 (UTC)I was watching the massage scene but i was looking at Hugh. yummy yummy!
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18/3/11 09:31 (UTC)How come I'm so _not_ surprised by this?
Maybe there should be a poll.
Whom would you do, House or Wilson?
1) House
2) Wilson
3) both
4) none
5) both, simultaneously
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19/3/11 06:13 (UTC)(no subject)
17/3/11 11:04 (UTC)House's jaw dropped. "Did you just kiss me?"
"Did I ruin the moment?"
"Actually, I think you made it better."
At first I was a little jarred by House and Wilson taking a bath together. Then I remembered they had a couples' massage IN CANON and any care dropped away!
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17/3/11 17:05 (UTC)(no subject)
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18/3/11 06:19 (UTC)thanks! &hearts:
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19/3/11 07:47 (UTC)This.
Good non-angsty fic!
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20/3/11 05:50 (UTC)(no subject)
16/7/11 05:37 (UTC)Bravo :-D
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16/7/11 15:54 (UTC)(no subject)
24/10/12 15:52 (UTC)And then it was Wilson who instigated it. That was the best thing you could've done, in retrospect. A kiss to let House know... "I want this".
Also, the admittance over Cuddy also had me rooting for this to have happened, because that is never brought up in the show either, and I think it should've been. Seriously, Wilson, be honest.
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24/10/12 16:11 (UTC)The business with Cuddy being in love not with House but with the idea that she could change him drove me nuts on the show. I really wanted Wilson (or somebody!) to bring this up.
I am so glad you like my fic. Would you like me to send you a link to more?