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Wilson wasn’t a jealous person. Most of the time at least. He definitely had moments but it wasn’t drastic. He and House had been together for 6 months now, not openly but still, it was a relationship. A complicated one that was. House still liked to mess with him, see how far he could go until Wilson got pissed. But that was normal for them, since the dawn of time that had been their little thing. House would do something, Wilson would get upset, House would eventually back off. Simple formula.
At least most of the time it was that simple.
House, objectively, is a pretty handsome man. Wilson knew that, so it’s obvious that some outsiders would try to cozy up every once in a while.
Really there was no indication that the man was in a relationship, no ring on the finger, him and Wilson didn’t really do anything romantic in the public eye, it seemed that he was free range.
So that part didn’t really bother Wilson that much, but it was the way House entertained these advances that irritated him.
Wilson did understand the hypocrisy in it though, he wasn’t exactly loyal in all his previous relationships either. House had hounded on him several times about it already.
For Wilson though, this one felt different. The love didn’t feel forced, it didn’t feel like he was in a relationship just for the commitment to regular society or to feel like he could check off a box in his life. It actually felt real and he cared for this one. So It felt like a real threat even if he knew House wasn’t actually gonna do anything.
But there was a time he was damn near close.
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It had been an ordinary day at PPTH, or normal as it could be, dealing with the sick and the dying. Wilson had been doing his rounds in the clinic, not an activity he really enjoyed doing but it just needed to be done. Coincidentally, House had been doing his aswell, which was quite out of the ordinary considering that either he got out of it somehow or if he did go, he’d bullshit his way through it. Wilson had spotted him across the area, initially he wanted to go over and make fun of him as always until it became clear he was…occupied.
He was with a woman which…that was fine. Could be a patient or an employee asking about something.
Normal occurrences. Wilson watched out of the corner of his eye, pretending to be occupied with charting. So far it was just chatting. Everything was fine.
The clinic area had been particularly busy today so making out anything was difficult, and lip-reading wasn’t exactly his best skill.
He looked across again and…oh…there was some touching.
A light pat on the arm, no biggie. He swallowed and continued to try and focus. But not a minute later, there was laughing. From both of them. This was really starting to irritate him, becoming something he really couldn’t ignore.
He set aside everything and actually watched. They were standing close, too close for Wilson’s comfort. He watched as the woman fully put a hand on his chest staying there for a few good moments.
Wilson was starting to get pissed, he walked closer to where they stood, conversation becoming more clear.
“…yeah no, no ring. I—i used to but not anymore.” House said. God that nice little façade he pulled off was what angered him the most.
The woman just chuckled “if you’re…looking for someone to change that…”
Oh he was absolutely standing in now.
Wilson came up behind, forcing some cheer into his voice.
“Dr House!” He said “Ive been looking for you.”
House gave him a curt nod “Dr Wilson.” He acknowledged.
Wilson tapped his foot anxiously against the floor “who’s uh…who’s your friend here?” He said, trying to act casually.
“Ah, this is Willow, she just stopped to thank me on saving her brother a while ago, isn’t that nice?” House replied, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
Wilson nodded “thats amazing! Um, Willow, if you could excuse us, we just need to talk about some…patient things so…”
“Oh! Yeah of course!” As she turns to leave she gives house a pat on the shoulder “see you around.” She says finally.
Wilson waits until she fully leaves the hospital doors before turning to House, anger stirring up inside him.
House shrugs dumbly “what?”
Wilson grabs him by the back of the neck, leading him into the nearest empty clinic room. House pathetically tries to keep up with Wilson’s fast pace, trying to break free of the hold. He shoves House into one of the rooms, watching him stumble, nearly taking a fall. Wilson slams and locks the door behind them both before turning to House.
“What was that.” He says sternly, crossing his arms.
House rubs at the back of his neck, wincing at the tenderness “you think you could be nice to the guy who can’t walk huh?” He says under his breath.
“You know exactly how I feel when you pull this kind of shit.” Wilson continues, striding towards him so that they are barely apart.
House just stares for a moment before speaking “you gotta admit, she was pretty hot-“
Wilson grabs hold of Houses jacket, knuckles white and slams him into the wall. Cane clattering to the ground. He’d probably pound him into a pulp if he didn’t love him so much.
Houses eyebrows shoot up, hands up in surrender “woah, woah, slow down here. What’s wrong, you jealous?” He says, smirking.
Wilson pauses for a minute, looking the other man in the eyes, then he sighs and lets go. House was right but he wasn’t going to let him get the satisfaction of knowing it. He steps back a bit. House picks up his cane, groaning slightly.
“We are not done here, we are going to be sorting this out later.” Wilson says, warning him. He turns and walks towards the door, opening it aggressively.
“Awh, no rough sex on the examination table this time?” House says, loudly calling out to him.
Wilson cringes as he closes the door as fast as possible. A few heads swing his way, clearly confused. He just shakes his head and makes his way out of the clinic area.
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The rest of the day goes pretty normal, other than now avoiding House the best he could. Wilson throws himself into work, trying to forget about the humiliating experience this morning.
It helps for a while, the mind numbing sensation of doing boring old paperwork really works wonders sometimes. Wilson hated how easily House could get under his skin.
but that’s just the thing, they knew each other so well and House knew just what buttons to push, what makes him tick. Both good and bad.
It’s around 6:00 that House tries break the seemingly not-on-speaking-terms situation they had been in the whole day. Wilson ignored him, not even bothering to look outside the window.
Then because House is House, the man tried the balcony door. Which Wilson had very smartly, remembered to lock. Eventually House gives up, not before whining at the door again though.
Eventually it’s time to close up shop, which means he can’t really ignore him any longer considering they both have the car. The two had been carpooling to work together a lot since 6 months ago. House had complained at first, wanting to ride his motorcycle like normal, but eventually he gave into the idea.
The walk to the car was silent, but Wilson could tell House was enjoying every moment of it. Soaking up the tension like it was fucking sunlight. As they pull out of the car park House starts to talk.
“You know, she almost was like a different version of you. Brown hair, brown eyes…nice personality.” He said, looking over. Wilson side eyes him hard, not wanting to fall to the bait while on the road. “Yeah, like great body, nice smile….Jesus you should’ve seen her teeth, that’s a woman with dental insurance for sure.” House continues, leaning over closer, smiling smugly. Wilson tightens his grip on the wheel, sighing heavily. Some days he really wanted to wrap them both around a pole.
House sits back, noticing his attempts at getting a rise, had failed “don’t tell me you are actually upset with me for this?” He questions, cocking an eyebrow. Wilson continues to stay silent. The truth was that, no he wasn’t really upset. Sure he was irritated with the usual shenanigans House got up to but as far as being genuinely upset? Probably about a 2 on the scale. It just felt real good to not give him the reaction he wanted so badly.
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Neither of them spoke as they entered the apartment. It was so quiet you could hear a dog whistle if you tried. Wilson threw his stuff down by the door, which, if he wasn’t as irritated as he was, he’d be more neat about it. Didn’t really matter though anyway, he’d pick it up later. House set his stuff down rather slowly, he didn’t know what was going to happen or what Wilson was going to say. They could be in an argument in 5 minutes for all he knew.
But Wilson seemed calm, calculated. Not really angry. House moved over to the couch, sitting down. Wilson seemed more unkept since they had arrived than he had noticed before.
Shirt collar completely undone, sleeves rolled up, hair tousled. House never really let him on, but god he thought Wilson looked good like this.
It was almost like a mask slipped off when they get home, the perfect persona of a well put together, hard working man, disappearing. House liked that he saw this side of Wilson, a more unhinged, raw version of the person he saw at work.
Wilson sat beside House on the couch, holding two beers which House graciously took. He still didn’t exactly know what was happening. Wilson took a long swig from the bottle before setting in down on the coffee table in front of them.
“I’ve been thinking about how to get back at you.” He says suddenly. House cocks an eyebrow, was he going to really be this petty?
House scoffs “like what? Saw my cane in half again? put a bike lock on my motorcycle?”
Wilson shakes his head “no, I already have alternatives.” He says rather calmly.
House now feels curious, almost excited. Wilson didn’t fuck with him like this often. House enjoyed when he got like this, all unwound and careless.
“I’m going to give you two options. Either I stop writing you scripts for a month, and you find another person to do your bidding…” Wilson started.
House cuts him off “is this some sort of punishment? For jerking you around?”
Wilson shrugs “you can call it that if you want.”
“That’s lame. What else?” House says, sipping his bottle.
“Either you can do that…or…I can just…turn you over my knee.” Wilson says simply.
House nearly chokes on his beer, setting it down. That completely came out of left field. But he wasn’t exactly…opposed to it. See, House had wanted to try something like this for a while, they had been rough with each other before. Slapping, hair pulling, biting, scratching. The whole nine yards.
Both of them were familiar with what the other enjoyed, even before the relationship. Meaningless hookups when the other was in a rut. They never talked about it after, acting all normal at work. Eventually the tension was too suffocating and the ice broke. Thus, the next 6 months.
He shifts on the couch nervously, feeling blood heading south. God, whatever he was thinking Wilson was going to say, it wasn’t this.
He feels the others stare burn into him heavily, waiting for him to answer. He wanted this so bad, just never had time to bring it up. But this was now being dished out to him practically on a silver platter. House could feel himself grow hot, despite the temperature inside being fairly neutral.
He avoided Wilson’s gaze as he spoke quietly “you know what I want…”
Wilson turns his head to the side, still keeping his eyes on House “do I?” He replies.
House swallows “come on, I don’t need to…you know what I…”
Wilson shrugs innocently “I’m not sure what you’re asking for.”
World’s worst humiliation ritual. Asking for exactly what you want. At least in Houses book. He didn’t like rules, authority. He enjoyed getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. So having to ask was giving that up was diminishing. At least when it wasn’t Wilson. He’s the one person House would give up power for, give up control, be led by someone else. At least when he wanted to.
House sighs, speaking quietly “I want…I want you…to spank me.”
“See? That wasn’t so hard.” Wilson said in a condescending tone.
House shakes his head, feeling some form of relief “shut up.” He retorts.
Wilson finishes off his beer and stands up, heading towards their shared bedroom. House trails behind him, his stomach twisting in weird ways. Being both scared and horny was an interesting sensation.
Once they both are in the room, House sits on the bed, unsure what to do. Wilson sits next to him.
“How do you want to do this?” He asks, not mockingly but…genuine.
House hadn’t thought this far before. He just knew he wanted for it to happen. Not how hard, for how long. He gives Wilson a small shrug.
Wilson nods “okay, that’s fine. We just start with simple things if you want.” He says.
House nods. Simple things. Easy enough.
Wilson shifts closer to him, making direct eye contact. House moves his head forward. He licks into Wilson’s mouth, feeling the jagged edges of teeth against his tongue. It’s messy, eager, animalistic. They nip at each other’s lips and tongues, letting primal instincts take over.
House can barely keep concentration as he aches in his pants. A very prominent bulge in his jeans.
Wilson leaves some rough, open-mouth kisses against his neck, making House shiver. The sounds of panting and small noises fill the room. House starts to pull the navy blue shirt he wears over his head. Wilson always said he liked the colour on him. The cool air hits his skin immediately.
With the shirt discarded, Wilson moves his marking downwards, leaving gentle bites on his collarbone and chest. House moves, trying to give him better access. He’ll probably have to cover those up tomorrow somehow. One of Wilson’s hands mindlessly comes to cup Houses crotch, feeling the hardness. House makes a small, pitiful sound, trying to grind into his palm. Wilson takes his hand away and House whines.
“Not yet.” Wilson whispers. House moves his hands to his belt, undoing it quickly. Wilson helps, pulling down both his pants and underwear in one quick motion to his knees. Wilson stares down at Houses hardened cock, it curves upwards towards his stomach, pre-cum leaking from the slit. Fat pearls leaking all the down the shaft. House maneuvers the rest of the pant off of his legs, everything fully gone now.
No matter how many times they had fucked already, being bare and vulnerable in front of his best friend still felt so surreal. Their first time ever had been eye opening.
Both had been bored on a random Saturday late at night, hanging out in Houses apartment. They both had been drinking quite a bit at this point. As joke House dared Wilson to kiss him. Eventually the kissing had turned into full blown sex. Wilson had cried right after, House did too, only later, alone, in the shower.
Wilson rubbed Houses shoulder with his hand gently, practically feeling the nerves radiating from him.
“Do you want to lay across my lap or stand or…?” Wilson questioned.
House pondered for a moment, until he responds “I want to lay.”
Wilson nods “okay, yeah. Listen, you’re in charge here, whatever you say goes, if you say stop, we stop.”
Even if House gave up some power in these situations, he always liked how Wilson gave him choice, autonomy. It was nice. It didn’t always feel like life had gave him that.
He moves his way onto his stomach, the rough texture of denim against his skin. Half of his body on Wilson’s and the other half lying on the bed. He feels hands settle on his back, nice and warm. House rests his head on top of his arms, propping up his chin. He could honestly fall asleep like this.
“You look so beautiful like this, all splayed out for me,” Wilson comments softly, running a finger down Houses spine. He shutters, the light touches ticking his nerves.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good baby, I swear.” Wilson continues. House feels himself turn a shade of red, going down to his neck. He squirms slightly, rocking his hips against Wilson’s thighs. This man knew exactly what to say to get him like this.
Wilson places a firm hand on the small of Houses back, limiting his movement. So, so cruel.
“How many should we do? I was thinking…ten?” Wilson suggests.
“Yeah…tens good.” House replies.
“I want you to keep track. Can you do that for me?” Wilson asks.
House nods. He feels Wilson’s hands leave his body for a minute. Then comes a sharp sting down on his thighs. The mixture of both pain and pleasure messes with his brain. The feeling spreads throughout his entire body. He wanted more.
House speaks, voice slightly strained “…one.”
“How’d that feel?” Wilson asks.
House lets out a slow exhale “good, that’s was good.” He responds, nodding.
The second blow comes a bit harder, the pain lingering. Houses dick throbs, he can feel a wet patch start to form on the fabric beneath him.
“Two…” he breathes.
“If you are going to finish just from this, frankly that’s kind of pathetic.” Wilson says, running his hand over the tender spots.
“If I do then I’ll ruin a nice pair of pants so who’s really losing in this situation.” House retorts, looking over his shoulder.
“I can just…leave you on the edge for hours if you really want.” Wilson responds, shrugging.
“Just…stop talking and hit me.” House says, rolling his eyes.
Wilson huffs out a small laugh “as if, you like it when I talk.”
House grunts in response. The third hit comes suddenly and fast, House lets out a small yelp, warmth radiating from the skin.
Wilson shakes his hand, a slight sting forming.
“For a guy who sits in an office all day you hit hard.” House mutters.
“That doesn’t sound like counting to me.” Wilson says, smoothing back his own hair.
“Yeah, yeah, three. Whatever you say.” House retorts.
The next 2 come without warning, harder, without giving a chance to recover. House whimpers pathetically, pre-cum slides down from the tip and onto the floor below, making small puddles. Houses cock is throbbing in Wilson’s lap, the tip flushed a deep purple, begging for a release. House blinks moisture away from his eyes, still stunned.
“F-four…fuck…five…ah-hah…Jesus…” House stammers, trying to compose himself.
Wilson shifts “all right…stand up.” He says.
House blinks again in confusion, he slides off of Wilson’s lap, did he do something wrong? As he stands he feels his knees and back pop in different spots, feeling relief. His legs shake as supports his own weight, feeling unsteady. He leans against the wall slightly for support. Wilson enters by his side, laying a sturdy hand on Houses shoulder.
“Hey….colour?” Wilson asks, tilting his head.
“Green…”
“Are you sure you want to continue?”
House nods again “please.” It comes out needier than he intends it to be.
“Yeah? You want me to use this on you?” Wilson says, pulling on his belt.
“Please…” House asks like he’s talking to god himself, like Wilson’s his own personal altar. To worship at and ask for salvation. To tell about his dirty, sacred sins.
Wilson gently moves house into position, placing both his hands against the wall, parting his legs slightly with his foot. House can feel his pulse increase, hot blood rushing through his veins. The anticipation causes shots of adrenaline to run through his whole body. He hears the sound of metal tinkering behind him along with the sound of leather. He hears Wilson get closer, his presences looming behind.
House braces himself for the hit. After a second it comes. Sharp and searing. House can feel his knees nearly buckle. House swallows hard, breathing shakily and hitched. The pure surprise alone takes him a minute to recover. Sweat forms on his back and face. House puts his head against the wall.
“Shit—fu—fuck Wilson…” he breathes “s-six.”
Wilson stares down at his work, the skin raw and red, some welts starting to form.
“Oh my god.” He says under his breath.
House looks over his shoulder, seeing Wilson look stunned.
“come on, we’re not done.” House prompts.
“I gotta say, I’m fairly impressed you’ve lasted this long.” Wilson responds, playing with the buckle.
“What? That I haven’t said stop or that I haven’t finished yet?” House questions snarkily.
“Both.” Wilson says simply “also, you don’t get to do anything until I say.”
“Meh, meh, meh, my names Wilson and I’m a bitch.” House mocks. The room goes quiet, Houses eyes shift around suspiciously. Unsure what’s happening. Then 2 more hits come, striking and stinging as the first time.
House moans, audibly and deep. His body shakes, back arching, god he’s close. His eyes are teary and red, obscuring his vision.
A hand comes onto snake around his jaw, holding it firmly but not enough to hurt. His head gets turned, Wilson’s stands beside House, the usual soft gaze he had turned harder. House doesn’t look away, taking the eye-contact head on.
“Look at you…all pathetic and weepy…Am I still a bitch?” Wilson questions quietly, tilting his head.
House breathes jarringly, lips slightly parted, he hesitates before shaking his head.
“No…” House whispers, it coming out rather high-pitched.
Wilson hums low, letting go of Houses jaw. “Can you take 2 more?” He asks earnestly.
“Y-yes.” House responds.
Wilson’s hand comes to wrap around the tip of Houses cock, squeezing lightly, thumb rubbing the slit. House nearly yelps, a shiver running through his body.
“Good boy.” Wilson says, letting go. He walks back behind House again, belt nearly dragging on the floor.
House hears the swish of leather and the familiar crack against his skin. He can barely stand still, his cock aching for a release. It drips down his legs, coating his inner thighs. He begs silently, breathing hitching with every prayer. A few tears fall down his face, landing on the floor below.
Wilson delivers the final blow. House spills all over his stomach. His muscles tense at the sensation as pleasure rips through him, hammering in his head. His heart pounds against his ribs as he calms down from the overwhelm. Everything feels disoriented and dizzy. His head spins as he tries to keep himself upright, the endorphins messing with his system.
Wilson comes to stand beside him, a hand coming to cup the back of his head. House uses the wall and Wilson’s arm to steady himself.
“You okay?” Wilson asks, threading his fingers through Houses hair.
House sniffles in response, laying his forehead on Wilson’s shoulder. He felt exhausted as shit.
“How about we clean up and then get some ointment on that, yeah?” Wilson says softly. House nods against his shoulder.
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House lays on his stomach on the soft mattress of their shared bed. His face buried in a pillow. Meanwhile Wilson takes a few dollops of ointment and spreads it on the sore parts. The cold substance feels good against his hot skin. Sitting down tomorrow will be hell but that’s a problem for future him. Wilson takes the container and screws the lid back on, putting it back on the bedside. He turns back, shifting under the covers, he places a hand on houses head, scratching his scalp.
“Hey.” Wilson says quietly.
House turns his head to the side, squinting from the light on the bedside light “hm?” He hums in response.
“I was just checking if you were still awake.” Wilson responds.
House snorts “barely, especially if you keep up with the head scratching.”
“Here, come on.” Wilson says, moving closer. House gets under the duvet, lying on Wilson’s chest. He can hear Wilson’s breathing and heartbeat against his head. The sound alone could lull him to sleep. He can feel arms wrap around his back, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into his muscles.
“You know, you rocked that shit tonight. You took all that very well.” Wilson comments softly.
House squirms, putting his face in crook of Wilson’s neck, grumbling. “Shut up.” He says muffled.
Wilson does a small shrug “im being serious. You did a really good job.”
House sighs.
“What? You embarrassed?” Wilson teases, poking him in the head
He doesn’t respond.
“Out of all the things tonight, this is what you’re embarrassed about?” Wilson questions.
“It just…feels weird.” House reply’s back.
Wilson plants a kiss on the top of his head “you’re gonna get used to it, trust me.”
House huffs, pulling the duvet closer. Wilson reaches over and flicks off the light. The room fills with darkness. A calm, quiet darkness. The only sounds are of the outside, a clock, and the sound of breathing and two beating hearts.