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greghousesgfI Want To Ride It All Night Long
Chapter 8
(NC-17)
Wilson understood House's moods well enough to tell he was practically rubbing his palms together and licking his lips like a Disney bad guy whose plan was working. They had had a nice relaxing dinner in a restaurant with Catherine, who had hit it off with Wilson right away, and apparently (although Wilson hadn't witnessed this) House had explained the threeway idea to her and she wasn't offended, in fact she seems agreeable to seeing how things went, "we'll only do what we all want".
When they got back to the guys' hotel room, House turned on the small portable stereo to some sort of exotic jazz and Catherine opened a bottle of wine and poured glasses.
After a few sips, Wilson offered to give both Catherine and House back rubs, which they both cheerfully agreed to.
House was startled at the fact that Wilson gave incredible back rubs. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, this is amazing, Wilson, you could have been a masseur, you know that? How long have I known you and you still can surprise me sometimes."
Catherine was smiling broadly. "Yeah, this is just great, James."
"Call me Wilson, I'm used to it."
"Fair enough, I work with some guys who usually go by their last names."
It was difficult to tell who started taking clothing off first, House swayed into position and gave Catherine a big juicy kiss, then gave Wilson one.
Catherine chuckled. "You didn't have that stubble when we were in Johns Hopkins, I expected it to be scratchy but it feels more like, okay, this isn't the most sexy or romantic comparison, but you know that fuzz on the end of a horse's snoot?"
House grinned, "I'm hung like a horse too," pulling off his jeans and underwear and pretty much proving he was being honest.
Wilson raised one eyebrow. "We'll probably all be more comfortable in the bed," he said, kissing House gently and cupping one hand around Catherine's left breast.
Once in the bedroom, House took her right breast into his mouth, licking and kissing it. All three of them lay down on the bed, Wilson sucking her left breast. Moaning with ecstasy, she reached down and took Wilson's cock in one hand and started to reach for House's with her other hand but Wilson was already playing with House's cock, rubbing the foreskin back and forth and making him whimper so she fondled House's balls. House began to tickle her clitoris with his long, talented pianist fingers and she began to come quickly, bucking against his hand.
They spent most of the night pleasuring eachother in every way physically possible until about three in the morning when House was going down on Catherine while being buggered by Wilson when somebody's cell phone went off.
"Awwww, man, come on!"
"That's mine, I'd better get this," said Catherine disappointedly. She answered it while climbing up off the bed and stepping into another room. House and Wilson could hear her talking into the phone but it was muffled and very quiet so they couldn't tell what she was saying.
She came back into the bedroom. "Shit, I'm so sorry, guys, but I have to go."
"What, did somebody die?" House was annoyed.
"Um, yes, they got murdered. I'm sorry, I was really loving every second of this too." She kissed each of them passionately.
"So were we," Wilson replied.
"Call me next time you guys are in town, OK?"
"God, there's come all over the sheets," muttered Wilson. "That was amazing, though."
House wiped sweat off his forehead. "Yeah. I was loving life there for a few hours. I really gotta get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning, Wilson."
"House?"
"Yeah?"
"Uhhhhhhhhh..."
"What?"
"I love you."
"Yeah, I love you too."
Chapter 8
(NC-17)
Wilson understood House's moods well enough to tell he was practically rubbing his palms together and licking his lips like a Disney bad guy whose plan was working. They had had a nice relaxing dinner in a restaurant with Catherine, who had hit it off with Wilson right away, and apparently (although Wilson hadn't witnessed this) House had explained the threeway idea to her and she wasn't offended, in fact she seems agreeable to seeing how things went, "we'll only do what we all want".
When they got back to the guys' hotel room, House turned on the small portable stereo to some sort of exotic jazz and Catherine opened a bottle of wine and poured glasses.
After a few sips, Wilson offered to give both Catherine and House back rubs, which they both cheerfully agreed to.
House was startled at the fact that Wilson gave incredible back rubs. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, this is amazing, Wilson, you could have been a masseur, you know that? How long have I known you and you still can surprise me sometimes."
Catherine was smiling broadly. "Yeah, this is just great, James."
"Call me Wilson, I'm used to it."
"Fair enough, I work with some guys who usually go by their last names."
It was difficult to tell who started taking clothing off first, House swayed into position and gave Catherine a big juicy kiss, then gave Wilson one.
Catherine chuckled. "You didn't have that stubble when we were in Johns Hopkins, I expected it to be scratchy but it feels more like, okay, this isn't the most sexy or romantic comparison, but you know that fuzz on the end of a horse's snoot?"
House grinned, "I'm hung like a horse too," pulling off his jeans and underwear and pretty much proving he was being honest.
Wilson raised one eyebrow. "We'll probably all be more comfortable in the bed," he said, kissing House gently and cupping one hand around Catherine's left breast.
Once in the bedroom, House took her right breast into his mouth, licking and kissing it. All three of them lay down on the bed, Wilson sucking her left breast. Moaning with ecstasy, she reached down and took Wilson's cock in one hand and started to reach for House's with her other hand but Wilson was already playing with House's cock, rubbing the foreskin back and forth and making him whimper so she fondled House's balls. House began to tickle her clitoris with his long, talented pianist fingers and she began to come quickly, bucking against his hand.
They spent most of the night pleasuring eachother in every way physically possible until about three in the morning when House was going down on Catherine while being buggered by Wilson when somebody's cell phone went off.
"Awwww, man, come on!"
"That's mine, I'd better get this," said Catherine disappointedly. She answered it while climbing up off the bed and stepping into another room. House and Wilson could hear her talking into the phone but it was muffled and very quiet so they couldn't tell what she was saying.
She came back into the bedroom. "Shit, I'm so sorry, guys, but I have to go."
"What, did somebody die?" House was annoyed.
"Um, yes, they got murdered. I'm sorry, I was really loving every second of this too." She kissed each of them passionately.
"So were we," Wilson replied.
"Call me next time you guys are in town, OK?"
"God, there's come all over the sheets," muttered Wilson. "That was amazing, though."
House wiped sweat off his forehead. "Yeah. I was loving life there for a few hours. I really gotta get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning, Wilson."
"House?"
"Yeah?"
"Uhhhhhhhhh..."
"What?"
"I love you."
"Yeah, I love you too."
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20/5/12 04:03 (UTC)(no subject)
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20/5/12 18:22 (UTC)(no subject)
20/5/12 18:33 (UTC)http://chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com/2012/04/06/ Insomnia.
http://chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com/2012/03/29/ Enter, Backstage chapter guest starring Billy Connolly
http://chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com/2012/01/20/ Ice and Wine.
hope you like them!
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6/6/12 20:21 (UTC)I liked that House kissed Wilson first, and that it was Wilson saying I love you that triggered House's. Because it would be easier for Wilson, especially after several hours of sex... our favorite cripple and cancer patient still have quite some stamina (grins)!
Wilson was already playing with House's cock
Couldn't wait, uh? And I do believe a piano player with long fingers would be great for love-making.
This is going really well!
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6/6/12 20:37 (UTC)I have seen piccies of Hugh in tight jeans and he looks pretty well endowed to me.
House would kiss Wilson first.
heh, thank you!
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