|janecarnall (janecarnall) wrote,|
@ 2010-01-29 00:34:00
|Entry tags:||house md, my fanfic|
Housekink meme: I wasn't expecting THAT
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The prompt was "House/Wilson/Stacy
"Prompt: House and Stacy deviously ease a nervous/reluctant Wilson into bottoming.
"Bonus point if Wilson really understands what has been going on when it's too late and he already is extremely intimate with House's cock."
Stacy scares Wilson. He's never mentioned this to House. He suspects, sometimes, that House knows it without being told. If so, it has to be the one weakness Wilson has that House has never humiliated him for.
House is sitting behind him on the bed, one arm round Wilson's chest, nuzzling the back of his neck in a way that Wilson knows House knows turns him on, because Wilson told him one night when he was drunk. This is disconcerting, but House's solid presence behind him is also comforting: Stacy is kneeling on the bed in front of him, her long hands with the dangerous-looking nails teasing Wilson's dick to erection - Wilson's dick doesn't have enough brains to be scared of Stacy's talons handling it so intimately, and Wilson wishes he didn't either, because what Stacy is doing to him right now feels so good.
Stacy's hands have coaxed him into a respectable hardness despite his belly full of terror, and Stacy flips a quick, scary grin at House - Wilson can tell Stacy is grinning at House over Wilson's shoulder, because she never grins like that at anyone but House - and she goes down on him. Her hair falls dark around his thighs, and her mouth is swallowing him whole, and if he thought he was scared rigid when she was handling him he just didn't know what that meant -
Stacy's mouth lets go of him. She says, to House, "He's close" and Wilson, who is not quite verbal any more and not quite making sense of what he can see, feels himself being manhandled into position - Stacy is lying back on the bed and grinning that toothy scary grin at House, and it has to be House who is moving Wilson like a fucktoy doll with rubber limbs to lie over Stacy: her arms come up to hold him and rub at the back of his neck, and he opens his mouth in a gasp and her tongue slides into him as his cock slides into her.
"Now," Stacy says.
House is lying on Wilson, like a comforting scratchy blanket, nuzzling his chin into Wilson's shoulder, petting Wilson's ass as if he wanted to push Wilson into Stacy.
Then he pushes into Wilson. At first Wilson thinks this is House's hand, because he is confused enough at all of the delicious things Stacy is doing to him not to wonder how House can be holding on to Wilson's shoulder with one hand and cradling the side of Stacy's face with another hand and still have a hand to spare to poke into Wilson's ass like he's doing a prostate check ...
Wilson's eyes open with sudden pain and he gasps, House inside him, and Stacy frowns and does something grippy and rippling to Wilson's cock, and says to House "Slowly!"
"Tight," House says, and his voice holds so much desperation and need that Wilson feels himself opening up, knowing what House is doing to him and wanting to give it: and there's a jolt of pleasure that isn't from Stacy gripping his cock and kissing his mouth, it's deep inside him and House is over him and into him and whispering hoarse broken words that are about Stacy and about Wilson, his long arms holding both of them. Sandwiched between them, House filling him as he fills Stacy, knowing both of them are more intent on each other's pleasure than on Wilson, he feels the last trace of pain melting: he is theirs, taken for granted, enjoyed, and wrapped like a present they are giving each other, and him.
Afterthoughts I am very much a House/Wilson fan. Which means I'm quite happy (fictionally speaking) that House and Stacy did break up. But I spotted a prompt when, um, casually looking down the list of HouseKink prompts that I just happened to stumble across, and thought to self, self, you haven't written anything spontaneously kinky in a while, go for it! I like Stacy. Well, I wouldn't want to be friends with her, kind of like I wouldn't want to be friends with House, but like House she has a very specific kind of unstoppable and terrifying personality that does not suffer fools gladly, and I bet she scared Wilson... but when she asked House if he would have his leg amputated to save her life, House said yes.
Update, 6th Feb: The other prompt I'd been looking at (what? It was on the first page!) was "It is (character of your choice)'s first time with House and they find he is incredibly ticklish."
The first time Wilson touched House, he felt House freeze. Not just go still, but as if all his muscles were locking at once. It was ... offputting.
Wilson had been feeling quite pleased with himself up to then. He'd got House just the right amount of drunk, made sure his Vicodin were just out of reach so that House wouldn't absently take one for the night, and spent an evening - not getting close: House would have shoved him away and made rude comments about encroaching, or else got up and moved somewhere else - but putting himself on display. Watching as House's eyes focussed on him: his ass, his belly, his hands: his dick. Wilson had been doing this for weeks, half-teasing, half-testing, letting House think he was unaware - just so that when House stumbled into his bedroom and Wilson took hold of him, House would ... melt, had pretty much been the plan.
But the freeze was only momentary. House turned in Wilson's grasp, caught hold of Wilson's head by hair and ears, and kissed his mouth like beardburn was coming into fashion. Wilson clutched him back and kissed him back, loving the big sloppy kissing with two mouths wide open and both men using tongues, relishing the whimpering grunt his hands on House's ass forced out of House's mouth into his own.
Then House was turning him and pushing him back on to the bed, more aggressive that Wilson had expected, still kissing him, hands scrabbling at Wilson's clothes, - God, House had huge hands, calloused and hard - and Wilson lost track of what he was doing as House went down on him.
That was more control than Wilson meant to surrender. He pulled away from the blowjob. "Let me get you undressed."
"Who's stopping you?" House grunted. Mouth open, he was about to descend on Wilson's dick again, but Wilson wriggled out of the way and got House down on the bed and jerked his pants down. House let him, let Wilson remove the t-shirt, but there was a tension about him that said he wasn't letting Wilson near the boxer shorts - and his hard dick was nothing to be ashamed of: it was the scar. Their eyes met, House's mouth stiff and unyielding, and Wilson decided already not to argue: he'd get around it some other way. He pulled House down to lie on top of him and ran his hand down House's side -
and saw him freeze, this time: almost an involuntary reaction. Wilson grinned, briefly, and tried a more definite touch, like playing a musical instrument, and House's squirm and choked noise hit the perfect note.
It was more than possible that House was trying to say "Wilson, don't do that," or "Wilson, stop" but Wilson's hands had found his weak points and House wasn't managing to be coherent enough to get any words out. Under his arms, against his ribs: Wilson's fingers played against House's skin, watching him squirm and jerk, making noises that were nearer shriek than laughter, losing his breath and choking.
Wilson knew he would have to stop soon, and guessed it would be a while before - if ever - he got to do this to House again. One hand keeping House squirming on his back, head jerked back into the pillows, making noises that filled Wilson with delight, he used his other hand to jerk down House's boxer shorts.
House was still hard. Wilson went down on him. He guessed once House had come in his mouth, the argument about whether Wilson should have tickled him into submission and taken his shorts off just wouldn't come up. As it were.
Wilson was right.
Afterthoughts I really wrote this, like I wrote the other one, in pretty much one take: but what I was thinking was, tickling someone isn't actually a nice thing to do. People don't like being tickled - especially, House wouldn't. But, I'd been thinking I'd like to try writing dark!Wilson, and this seems like an opener...