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It was a cold, peaceful evening at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. While the rest of the employees were already at their jobs, House stayed in Wilson's office.
The diagnostician picked up his good ol' book about Lesbian Prison Stories to pass the time then waited for Wilson to finish cleaning up his belongings as they were gonna go out to get a drink at a bar; It has been a long time after all, and House was already done with a complicated case. He paused reading the book then stared at Wilson, signaling their cue to leave then stood up.
"Let's go." Wilson sighed, walking out of the office with House. He wasn't really looking forward with this but since his marriage had already fell apart and the only thing he has that's still together is his job and his friendship with House, he didn't wanted to spend the night alone; It's better to spend it with a good friend.
The two doctors arrived at the parking lot then went inside House's car. While House turned the car on, something else was also turned on as a faint sweet rosy scent with a little touch of wine suddenly manifested in the air. Wilson minded the scent and it felt peculiar while warm. He ignored the sudden scent... until it became stronger by the second.
He realized it came from his good friend, House.
"Did you get a new perfume?" Wilson awkwardly questioned; he looked at House with a flushed look in his eyes.
"Do you think I'm the type of person that cares about their own smell?" House snarked back.
"Never mind." Wilson replied, he brushed it off, the scent probably came from somewhere else anyway... That was what he thought until he was proven wrong shortly after an hour as the car ride progressed—so did the scent. It was already hard to dismiss it from the beginning.
The oncologist was at a loss for words, he couldn't say anything about it and because of that, he was silent the entire ride. House couldn't notice it on himself so it probably meant no one other than Wilson could notice it either. That specific scent was getting more unbearable—as if it was trying to tempt him.
Finally, they arrived at the bar. Wilson could finally relax and try to calm down; He was getting embarrassed the whole duration of the ride after all. He got out of the vehicle then looked up at the building. This place must have been new since he'd never seen it.
"Is this a new establishment?"
"Yeah, it's been popular lately for being known to have drinks greater than orgasms." House remarked with that same exact sarcastic way he had.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"Don't tell me.. did you JUST choose this place to test that obvious joked theory out?..."
"Also yes."
House dragged Wilson's and entered the bar. They were loads of people drinking, laughing as they chit-chat Wilson's face turned red. He could smell the scent more intimate and closer now. His chest tightened as House kept grabbing his best friend's hand.
They finally reached the bar counter. House ordered the drinks and offered to pay it for the both of them. The entire duration they spent at the bar waiting for their drinks, they were noiseless. Wilson was too shy to initiate at least a conversation. House wasn't making attempts to do the same either.
It was odd and unusual.
Then Wilson started to wonder to himself.. what was going on? This isn't typical House. House would've made multiple jokes already. He's just.. silent, mute. No one was forcing him to do this, he's the one doing this to himself. The entire car ride, he didn't even spoke a single word. He was only focused on driving, like if he was trying to distract himself of what's happening in front of him. He was acting weirder than usual. I mean he always acted weird but this, this was in a whole new level.
All of the oncologist's thoughts were paused by just one single question.
"Previously speaking of perfume, did you get one that smells like roses and champagne? If so, you shouldn't use it because it's stronger than the Vicodin that I myself take." House spoke in a bothered tone.
Wilson didn't use anything, he doesn't use perfume and he didn't use cologne today either. Now that's weird and speaking of weird, He observed House was lost in his mind. He reached for House's hand.
House immediately shifted his focus, flinched by the sudden act.
"What." He angrily told Wilson; he was frustrated. It caught him off guard.
"Are you okay? You're not acting like you usually do." Wilson concerned.
"Obviously I'm fine."
Wilson wasn't buying it; Something wasn't right.
When their glasses were handed, House started to feel unwell—he was struggling to even take a sip of it. Wilson put down his half-finished glass then placed House's arm over his shoulder, helping him stand up to leave.
"I don't need your help."
"Yes you do."
"No-"
House tried to say something but was abruptly interrupted by the ginger-haired freckled bartender.
"If you wanna get a one hot steamy night together, don't do it here. However, you can do it at the motel nearby."
"Shut up." House yelled.
"We could use that motel though..."
"Just shut up!..."
The two of them left the bar and headed to the motel to stay for the night. House wasn't in the proper state to drive, so was Wilson. They checked in and went into the elevator since their room was at the 4th floor. The entire time being in that very elevator was embarrasing. They were standing away from one another; It was obvious now that both of them smell the scents of each other. Everything was off; The atmosphere was heavy, Wilson's body felt uncomfortable, and he could tell House was feeling uncomfortable too.
Wilson wanted to tell himself that it's just nothing but his body was saying something else. His body was telling him to possess, own his friend. Why?
He took a quick glance at House who was covering his face. He knew House couldn't attempt to not mind whatever scent was emitting out of him, Wilson felt the same too.
Suddenly, House started trembling. He tripped but luckily Wilson catches him just it time.
No wonder why House was covering his face.
House's face was as red as a tomato while weak at the same time. Little moans were coming straight out of his mouth while he was panting. They were subtle, but you could tell it was one if you were nearby. Wilson didn't knew what to do. All he could do is hug his friend up close and reassure him that he's gonna be fine.
They finally arrived at the 4th floor, after being in the elevator which felt like an eternity. They went inside of their room; But then suddenly out of nowhere, House grabbed Wilson's head and their lips touched, House gave him the most hottest kiss Wilson had ever received in his entire life.
It took long for Wilson to process what was going on until he got hard. By instinct, House grinds down his thigh against Wilson's crotch as he pulled him for another kiss again.
As they exchanged their tongues, their mouths were already filled with each other's saliva. It was at the heat of the moment, literally. Shortly after, House pushed Wilson unto the bed, leaning his head toward Wilson's ear.
Then House whispered.
"I... need you."
There was no way this was happening, it felt too good to be true. Wilson immediately blushed that he couldn't resist. He gave House total control of his body, letting his "friend" strip every single piece of clothing until there was nothing left but his briefs.
House pulled them down, revealing Wilson's member. It was bigger than average, and when I mean bigger than average, I mean that it's probably an estimate of atleast around 8-9 inches. The diagnostician used his shared saliva to spit on his right hand then started repetitively stroking Wilson's member. Wilson whimpered in pleasure as he could feel the rough hand wrapping around his dick.
House's tongue teasingly licked Wilson's tip, making Wilson let out a loud moan.
"Ngh—H-house!...Ahh!"
House continued teasing him, amused by his reactions. He was playing with how sensitive Wilson was.
After that, he started sucking it. The oncologist couldn't stop feeling good, it turns out House was great at both his job at the hospital and at sex. Seeing House in such a desperate begging yet dominating state was so, so attractive. Looking at House's face, his bright creepy unique blue eyes glaring at him right back, made Wilson yearning for more.
He pulled House's hair, making House deep-throat. House nearly choked I mean, who wouldn't choke over a cock THAT big? Everything felt too good to be true.
They came together at the same time; House swallowed Wilson's cum.
Exhausted, House lied on top of Wilson. Wilson was literally gasping for air because of how shocked he was. He was just as tired as House but the difference was that House still wanted more.
He kneeled on top of Wilson—he started to undo his pants, Wilson tried to stop him.
"House, I-I don't think we should continue on doing this."
The diagnostician didn't care; All he wanted was to embrace the pleasure he felt.
House slowly pulled down his grey boxers, revealing his self-lubricated hole; Wilson noticed but before he could react, House grabbed Wilson's right index finger then inserted it up his entrance. He used his friend like a sex toy, using it to find his prostate.
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"Do you wanna know what's the best part of getting fucked by a doctor?"
Wilson hesitated to reply by the sudden question.
"What?"
"It's because they know where all of your good spots are located."
As House finished his response, he finally found it.
"Touch me there." House groaned.
Wilson decided that he should do the same. By that he meant he was gonna test House's sensitivity. He brushed his finger against House's prostate, House squirmed. This time, Wilson added his other finger, House started to have pre-cum leaking out of his cock.
The test was short-lived as House pulled out Wilson's fingers, grabbed a condom that was carelessly left by one of the previous guests, placed it on Wilson's member, then inserted Wilson's tip inside of him. Wilson moaned even louder as House started to move. This was better than all of the sex he had with his previous wives.
Wilson started thrusting gently. Every time they make contact with each other, their skin tingles by the arousal sensation. House started moaning more; When Wilson increased his thrusts, his moans became louder as if Wilson was trying to adjust his volume.
House pressed Wilson by his chest, then started to take the lead.
House's movement started to increase speed; Wilson was getting more turned on while adjusting his thrusts to tailor to House's needs. During this, Wilson questioned House again.
"A—bout!... Your—last Question!..."
"Like what..." House asks before letting out another moan.
"You were right!... I do know all of your good spots..."
After Wilson responded, he pinched House's nipples and started going deeper.
"Dont fuck me like I'm one of your wives." House said while trying to hide his reactions but stopped because Wilson was already shoving his dick directly on the diagnostician's good spot.
They had the same feeling as they had in the elevator but even greater. House was close to climaxing, so was Wilson. What they had was mutual. Wilson changed positions, making himself on top of House. He pulled House for an intimate kiss again, House reciprocated back. It's like they could do this forever.
Several rounds later, they finally were done and passed out. They did every position in the book. Missionary, doggy-style, penetrating while behind—you name it. House didn't care about the pain in his right leg; they were fucking like wild rabbits out of control anyway.
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Next morning, House woke up on the motel bed feeling sore. He was hurt in everywhere; Hickeys were all over his body, his lower half was in pain. "What the fuck happened last night?" He thought.
He turned around to his right and to his surprise, he saw someone sleeping on his back; with various bite marks at the side of his neck and scratch marks on his back. That person turned around to adjust his sleeping position; House saw his face. It was Wilson; He was napping like some stupid unbothered baby.
Realization hit House.
House was startled that he grabbed a pillow and hit Wilson directly in the head to wake him up.
Wilson was spooked by the random attack. "What!?" he angrily yelled while still feeling groggy, of course he would, any normal person would get mad that someone disrupted their beauty sleep. House glared at him, he still hadn't had registered the situation. It took a few minutes before he did.
He immediately looked underneath his blanket; he was wearing nothing. He looked at House; he was also wearing nothing.
The whole time they were at the motel room that morning, They were sitting on the opposite side of the bed, regretting what they done; they couldn't even look at eachother. All of the marks they given each other was so hard to cover up, you have to wear clothes that cover your entire skin.
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"So... what do we do now?" Wilson sweated out.