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Rainy day

2006-07-05T23:32:29Z

Title: Rainy day
Author: craving_house
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG maybe PG-13
Words: 574
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, but I wished I did.
Notes: This story is nothing but sap, really that‘s it. There is no point to it other than I wanted something happy, with a wet Wilson. Also a very special thank you to the wonderful evila_elf for the beta, and the title.

It had been raining for days, not storming, just a peaceful flow of water from the sky. Wilson would never admit it out loud, but he loved it when it rained. There was just something freeing about it, like nothing bad could ever happen while it was raining.

He took a few steps out from under the covering of the parking garage, gasping softly as a few rather cold drops hit his heated skin. It wasn’t enough though, so he moved out a little further, until his whole body was being touched by the rain, the fat drops soaking through his clothes, making them cling to his body.

His whole body was soaked now, but he couldn’t resist tilting his head back, catching a few drops on his tongue. Just like he had done when he was a little kid, letting all of the memories wash over him just as the rain was.

The steady step-thump echoed slightly in the parking area, not that he needed it to know House was there. He could feel him, just as much as he could feel the rain on his skin, washing over him, freeing him. His eyes locked on House’s and he smiled at the mix of amusement and intrigue he found in them. The smile on his lips only grew as he crooked a dripping finger at House, beckoning him to come closer. To come out into the rain with him. No one else was around, just the two of them and the rain.

House watched him for a moment before taking two cautious steps out into the rain. Those two steps were really as far as he could safely go, his cane not able to lock against the slippery ground. He let out a small hiss when the first cold drops hit him, soaking through his clothes almost instantly.

“What are you doing out here?” House asked, a small smile tugging at his lips when Wilson closed the distance between them, placing a steadying hand on House‘s hip.

Wilson only smiled in response to the question. He raised his free hand up, lightly cupping the back of House’s head and holding him in place as he leaned in and pressed his lips to House’s cheek, swiping his tongue over his stubble, drawing in the rain that had gathered there.

House shuddered, moaning softly as Wilson worked his mouth along his cheek, down his jaw line, across his chin, up over to his other cheek, then Wilson worked his way slowly to House’s ear, licking along the shell before tugging the lobe into his mouth. The cold rain washed away almost instantly the warmth that Wilson’s mouth had left behind, even though House could swear that he could still feel it burning through him. He let out a small noise of disappointment when Wilson pulled back, tilting House’s head so that he could meet his eyes. Wilson still didn’t say anything, simply watched him, eyes searching his for something.

Wilson’s smile turned to a full-fledged grin before he finally broke the silence. “I love you.” He took a moment to enjoy House’s startled expression before leaning in and kissing him, gently trailing his tongue along House’s lips and absorbing the taste of the rain. Then House opened his mouth, allowing him to taste something even better. And it was there, in his kiss and the rain around them, that Wilson knew the feeling was mutual.

Numb, NC-17

2006-06-25T19:47:16Z

Title: Numb
Author: craving_house
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1254
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, but I wished I did.
Notes: This story is a bit different for me, and hopefully it doesn’t seem to be totally from left field. Also a very special thank you to the wonderful evila_elf for the beta, and for telling me this didn’t suck.

After being numb for so long, it actually hurt to feel again. He was so afraid of being broken that he couldn’t seem to let go. Couldn’t let anyone else in. Still haunted by the memories of betrayal and pain that he was forced to live with everyday.

He always knew that Wilson would be his downfall. That he would be the one person who would make it past his walls. That was why he had fought and tried so hard to scare him away. But it never worked. Wilson never left and he now knew that he never would. But just because he knew it didn’t mean he was willing to accept it just yet.

House pushed back against Wilson, forcing him in faster, making it more uncomfortable. Pain was something he was used to, something he could deal with. It was the pleasure and feeling that he finally belonged that he couldn’t quite handle.

“Move,” he demanded when he felt his body starting to adjust, not wanting to lose that sharp edge. The discomfort of it was all he had left to hold onto. The only thing that let him stay disconnected from everything that was happening. He knew he was clinging to that, but he couldn’t let it go. He couldn’t force himself to turn it all over to Wilson.

“Just wait, Greg. It’s okay, I don’t want to hurt you,” Wilson murmured, lips pressed to the back of House’s neck, his hand moving up and down his side soothing House’s nerves to the point that he felt himself relaxing back into Wilson, surrendering control over to him.

Then it was like something broke inside of House, his body shaking with the release of whatever it was. He reached for Wilson’s hand that was against his side, pulling it around to clutch against his stomach, pushing back into Wilson, wanting to be consumed completely by him.

Wilson seemed to pick up on this, wrapping his arms tightly around House. A part of him had known something like this might happen. He knew how long it had been since House had willingly been this open with anyone. So he simply held him, waiting for the shaking to stop, feeling a little bit awkward about still being inside of him. “You okay?” he asked softly, his lips pressed to House’s ear, lightly running his hand up and down House’s chest, feeling his heart rate start to even out as the shaking subsided.

House lay there for a moment, simply absorbing the feeling of being so completely wrapped up in Wilson, inside and out. Was he okay? No, not really. He was doing a lot better now than he was a few minutes ago, but he still wasn’t anywhere near okay. He just didn’t know if he should tell Wilson that or not. “Can we just stay like this?” House asked softly instead, not wanting to have to actually answer Wilson’s question.

“Yeah, do you want me to…?” Wilson made a small movement with his hips, trying to ask House if he wanted him to pull out without actually saying it.

House let out a small gasp at the movement, Wilson’s cock brushing against his prostate, sending little ripples of pleasure coursing through his body. “No, I just…stay like this for a minute, okay?” House requested, hating how unsteady his voice sounded.

“Okay,” Wilson murmured, pressing his lips against the side of House’s neck, pulling him in a little tighter.

“Touch me.” House slid Wilson’s hand down his chest to his cock that was only half hard now. The stress of all of the emotions that he had felt had put a damper on his arousal. But he still wanted Wilson just as much as before, if not more so.

“Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down,” Wilson said softly into House‘s ear.

House could feel Wilson’s hand moving under his, then the brush of Wilson’s fingertips along the length of his cock before taking it into his hand. He could feel himself harden almost instantly under Wilson’s gentle caresses, his body demanding more as he arched up into Wilson’s hand.

House let his eyes drift shut, surrendering himself completely to Wilson’s touch. He didn’t want to think about what he was giving up. Instead he focused on what he was gaining by letting Wilson in. He moved his hand from on top of Wilson’s, following it up his lovers arm to his shoulder, and then curling his fingers around the back of Wilson’s neck. Turning his head slightly, he met Wilson’s lips in a slow deep kiss.

All that he needed was Wilson like this. To let the other man take control of him, to heal his broken spirit, body, heart. As sappy as that may sound, it was true. He finally realized that he needed to let Wilson take the pain from him, even if it was only for a few minutes.

House found himself wanting to scream or cry, something to release all of the emotions that were building up inside of him. He settled on moaning as Wilson slowly started to move inside of him, each movement of his hips sending House closer and closer to the breaking point.

“Jimmy please,” House gasped out, tearing his lips away from Wilson’s to pull in a deep lungful of air. He didn’t really know what he was asking for, or what it was that he needed. All that he did know was that he needed Wilson, needed to feel this connection with him.

“Love you,” Wilson murmured against House’s ear, pushing them both over the edge with a hard thrust of his hips and stroke of his hand. House’s moan as he came echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls and surrounding them.

Once he had caught his breath, Wilson carefully pulled out of House. He shifted over onto his back and pulled the condom off, tossing it into the trash can next to the bed. He then rolled back over, carefully helping House to turn over onto his back. His eyes locked instantly with House’s as he moved back grabbing the blankets and pulling them up over both of them as he settled in between House’s legs, careful to keep his weight off of House’s bad leg. He propped himself up on his elbows, resting them on either side of House’s head, lightly running his fingers through House’s hair. “How are you feeling?” he asked softly, carefully choosing his words, not wanting House to close up on him.

“Did you mean it?” House asked, ignoring Wilson’s question, his mind completely absorbed by the two little words that Wilson had murmured just moments ago.

“Yes,” Wilson said softly, not even pausing to think about it. He didn’t need to think about it, he loved him totally and completely.

“Okay. I…you know how I feel right?” House moved his hand up to lightly cup Wilson’s cheek, gently running his thumb along Wilson’s bottom lip.

“Yeah, I know,” Wilson murmured. Leaning forward he drew House into a slow deep kiss. He knew right then exactly how House felt. The words weren’t needed. The kiss slowly wound down to just a simple brush of lips against lips, so Wilson pulled back with a small smile, resting his head against House’s shoulder, feeling the other man relax under him. Then House’s arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him in closer and holding him tightly as they slowly drifted off to sleep.

Marriage, NC-17

2006-06-21T00:56:29Z

Title: Marriage
Author: craving_house
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1989
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I wish they were.
Notes: A very special thank you to the wonderful evila_elf for the beta, and her help with getting this one put together. I needed something happy after my last fic, so here it is.

Wilson tore his mouth from House’s, taking in a deep gasping breath, his fingers clawing at the buttons of House’s shirt, muttering a curse he grabbed the two sides of the shirt and sent the buttons flying. He didn’t give House a chance to comment as he drew him into another bruising kiss. His hands moved to the front of House’s jeans, making quick work of the button and zipper. He pulled them down House’s hips, pushing him back against the bed and breaking the kiss only long enough to pull House jeans and boxers off. The cool gold of the band on his ring finger, a deep contrast to the warm heat of House’s body under his hands. A matching band on House’s finger, sending a small shiver of anticipation through him. There was just something about the fact that they were married now that intensified Wilson’s need to get things going.

“You’re awfully pushy tonight,” House commented, watching Wilson as he pulled off his trousers and boxers and tossed them on the floor with House’s. His shirt had been discarded somewhere in the living room, or hallway, or somewhere that he really wasn’t worried about. Wilson was now standing completely naked and hard in front of him with an almost dangerous smile on his face. One that made his throat suddenly dry as Wilson stalked towards him.

“Can you shut up? Or would you like me to gag you?” Wilson asked without any trace of humor in his voice as he climbed onto the bed. He pulled something from the bedside table-- House wasn’t really sure what it was, all he saw was a quick flash of color, before Wilson had pulled it out of his line of sight.

“You have got to be kidding me,” House muttered when he saw what was in Wilson’s hand Wilson was back on top of him, pressing against him in an intoxicating slide of skin against skin. He drew House into another crushing kiss, while his free hand worked it’s way down House’s arm griping his hand and drawing it up over his head.

“What are you doing?” House asked, tearing his lips from Wilson’s when he felt the silky material being wrapped around his wrist.

“Trust me,” Wilson murmured, meeting House’s eyes and holding them as he reached for House’s other hand, drawing it up over his head. He took the fact that House wasn’t fighting him as permission to continue, so he wrapped the tie around House’s other wrist, tying it with a loose slipknot.

“Famous last words,” House muttered, watching Wilson as he tied the-- what House could now see was Wilson’s green tie-- to the curve of the headboard. House hated that tie, more than he hated any other of Wilson’s ties. Part of him was really hoping that whatever Wilson had planned would ruin the tie.

Anything else House might have wanted to say was cut off with a moan when Wilson angled his hips, bringing their cocks into alignment with a hard thrust of his hips.

There was something liberating for Wilson in the fact that House trusted him enough to let him do this. To let him take control like this. His whole body tingled with anticipation as he slowly made his way down House’s body, placing open mouth kisses along the way. He wasn’t planning on rushing this. This aspect of their relationship was still so new that he wanted to learn every part of House’s body.

House was being surprisingly quiet, not that he was normally loud during sex or anything. It was just weird with the absence of House’s running commentary. Wilson continued down House’s body until he was settled in between his thighs. He placed a trail of nipping kisses over House’s stomach and down over his hips, lightly nipping at the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.

“Oh fuck yes,” House moaned when Wilson took the head of House’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the slit. It had been years since the last time Wilson had done this, but judging by House’s response, he still knew a thing or two.

Wilson opened his mouth wider, taking in as much of House’s length as he could, wrapping his hand around the rest. He started to move, slowly increasing the pressure along the way. Wilson could tell House was getting close by the way he was rocking his hips up in time with his movements. Taking in a deep breath through his nose, Wilson opened his mouth wider still, taking in all of House’s length, swallowing him down when he felt the head of House‘s cock hit the back of his throat. He kept swallowing until his lips were pressed against smooth skin. That seemed to be all that House needed because he was coming with a quick jerk of his hips before Wilson even had a chance to move. Wilson swallowed a few more times lightly squeezing House’s cock as he moved away with a final swipe of his tongue. Completely away and off of the bed, he was already almost to the door before House had even opened his eyes.

“Mmm where are you going?” House asked, his voice deep and gravely, as he tried to swallow around his suddenly dry throat. Not that he really sounded like he cared where Wilson was going; his body was still thrumming with pleasure.

“To get a drink. I’ll be back in a minute or so,” Wilson replied with a small wave over his shoulder. He seemed completely unfazed by the fact that he was walking around House’s apartment naked. Not that there were very many places in the apartment that they hadn’t had sex, so really he had already been naked in just about every room. Even the kitchen, but that was something that they would not be repeating.

“Is this all part of your little fantasy? Leaving me tied to the bed while you raid my fridge,” House asked when Wilson came back into the bedroom with a bottle of water. He had obviously recovered quite a bit from the boneless heap that he was when Wilson had left the room earlier.

“No, that’s your fantasy. Besides I can’t really raid your fridge when all you have is beer, water and ice.” Wilson smirked at House, twisting the top off of his water and downing half the bottle in one long pull.

“You know it’s always polite to share your water with the person that you have tied to the bed.”

“Greg would you like some of my water?” Wilson asked taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to House’s side.

“Well, now that you mention it, I am a bit thirsty.”

Wilson took a sip of the water, leaning in he pressed his lips to House’s, waiting for him to catch on and open his mouth. House greedily opened his mouth, letting the water drift from Wilson‘s mouth into his own.

“Mmm Wilson flavored,” House murmured against Wilson’s lips after taking a second mouthful of water from him, this time letting his tongue play across Wilson’s after swallowing.

“It’s the best kind.”

“You look like you have a bit of a problem there,” House commented motioning with his head towards Wilson’s obviously hard cock.

“The only problem is that you haven’t caught back up yet.”

“You planning on doing something about that?”

“You’ll see,” Wilson replied, opening the bedside table and pulling out a condom and the thing of lube that they kept there.

“I think I am in the wrong position for what you obviously have planned.”

Wilson smirked at House for a moment before moving over on the bed, watching as recognition dawned in House‘s eyes. Wilson had always been on top, which really had been shocking, at first. House had simply told him that he was all about getting the largest amount of pleasure with the least amount of work.

He moved to straddle House’s hips. Leaning forward, he left a trail of kisses along House’s jaw line to his neck, where he quickly made his way to the spot that always turned House into a helpless moaning mess, biting and nipping at the tender flesh. It worked like a charm. In a matter of moments, House was hard, his hips rocking up and trying to encourage some sort of contact. Wilson pulled away with a small smirk and grabbed the bottle of lube from where he had left it. He slowly began to prepare himself.

“I love you so much,” Wilson moaned as he slid down House’s cock, gasping when his body started to protest being stretched and filled.

“I should hope so considering you married me, granted it’s only legal in Canada,” House managed to say, though he wasn’t sure how he was able to form the words. The overwhelming heat and tightens that surrounded his cock made it pretty much impossible to think.

“I can’t believe we got married,” Wilson murmured, lightly tracing one of his fingers around the gold band on House’s ring finger.

“Well, we did. Now in case you forgot, we’re kind of in the middle of something.” House rocked his hips up, drawing a startled moan from Wilson who took that as his cue to stop talking and start moving.

Wilson’s eyes stayed locked on House’s as he moved, his hands braced on House’s shoulders as he increased the speed of his movements. House pushing up as best as he could, meeting him thrust for thrust until they were moving together frantically, the need to come driving Wilson harder and faster, one of his hands moving down to stroke his own cock. He leaned forward drawing House into another bruising kiss as he pushed them both over the edge, swallowing each others moans and curses as they came together.

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The slight twinkle of gold caught her eye as soon as House entered the conference room. She didn’t say anything at first trying to casually draw Foreman and Chase’s eye to it. They all saw it when House rested his left hand against the whiteboard.

“You got married?” Cameron asked, no longer able to keep her question to herself.

“Kind of,” House replied, adding another symptom to the whiteboard before turning to face his team.

“How can you kind of get married?” Foreman asked.

“Well, I am married. The Supreme Court just says it’s not legal,” House replied, limping over to the coffee machine, letting out a small huff of annoyance when he saw that the pot was empty.

“Why would the Supreme Court say your marriage wasn’t legal?” Chase asked, not catching onto what House was saying. Foreman and Cameron just gave him a look, trying to figure out if he was really that slow.

“Because they don’t think it’s right for me to marry my best friend. Who also happens to be another man,” House said, barely paying any attention to the conversation while he looked for the coffee filters and coffee. Finding them in the last cabinet that he looked in, he pulled them out, quickly setting up the coffeemaker and switching it on.

“You married Wilson?”

“I take it you told them. I thought we had decided not to say anything unless we were asked,” Wilson said from the doorway of House’s office. Cameron noticed that he was wearing a ring identical to House’s. This ring obviously meant more to him than his other wedding bands, since he was wearing it at the hospital.

“You decided that. Besides, they asked.”

“I’m sure they did,” Wilson replied rolling his eyes at House, as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He moved to lean against the counter next to his lover, letting his hand rest lightly against House’s as he drank his coffee, a small smile playing across his lips when he felt a gentle squeeze to his hand.

My first fic for au_abc

2006-06-20T00:00:14Z

Title: A bullet through the hearts
Fandom: House
Claim: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Killed
Warnings: Major character death, but I guess the prompt gives that away. ;)
Notes: A huge thank you to evila_elf for the beta and helping me to get the right feel to it. This is my first death fic, so hopefully it doesn’t totally suck.

It had been one of those days that he never wanted to forget. One of those days that made him fall in love with House all over again. They had spent the morning in bed before making their way to a little restaurant for lunch.

The rest of their day was spent at an off road derby thing that House had found out about from one of his patients. He couldn’t think of a better way to spend their day off. He couldn’t seem to keep the smile off his face as he sat huddled against House’s side, trying to ward off some of the chill.

After the derby, they had stopped at one of their favorite restaurants. It wasn’t exactly in a good part of town, but House loved the food. The food had been incredible, as usual, only adding to their good moods. That was probably why they weren’t paying attention when they left the restaurant, too caught up in each other.

He willingly went along when House backed him up against a nearby wall with a small chuckle, leaning in to kiss him. He loved it when House was like this- so carefree and full of life. A part of him knew that they should be a little more careful about their relationship when they were in public. But another part of him, a bigger part of him, didn’t care as long as he was able to have House like this all the time.

House’s laughter broke off into a pain filled gasp, and a fraction of a second later he was feeling the blow himself. It was like someone had seared a hot poker through his chest and all the way out his back. He stood there gasping for air, his eyes locked on House’s, all of the words that they never got a chance to say silently passing between them. He was pinned to the wall, all of House’s weight trapping him there as the pain slowly melted away leaving him numb and cold. The doctor in him knew that wasn’t good, but he was too happy to have lost the pain to care.

There were sirens off in the distance, he could tell they were close, but he didn’t think they would make it in time. They had lost too much blood. He didn’t know who was bleeding more but they were both drenched in it now. It was sticking to their clothes, it’s metallic scent filling their noses and turning their stomachs.

He didn’t have the strength to talk, not that they needed words. Everything that he ever needed to know was right there in House’s eyes. It didn’t seem right that things would end like this, but at least they were together. He refused to give up. Not before House.

The paramedics were there trying to pull them apart, but they both held on, their eyes never breaking contact. The paramedics finally succeeded in separating them, but only by a few feet as they were moved onto identical stretchers. He didn’t take his eyes off of House’s, waiting for a sign that it was okay to give up. That it was okay to just let go.

The spark of life slowly faded from House‘s eyes, even as they remained open. The heart monitor that he had been hooked up to sounded an alarm that sprang the paramedics into action. Wilson took that as his sign, using his last ounce of strength to reach across the small distance between them, grabbing House’s hand, wanting to feel some part of him, as he let go, finally surrendering to darkness, his own alarm sounding in his wake.

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“Are you sure this is what they wanted?” Cameron asked, her eyes locked on the dark marble marker.

“Well, it’s kind of late now, if it wasn’t,” Chase muttered from his position next to Foreman. They were standing a little closer than what seemed appropriate, but Cameron didn’t have the strength to analyze it.

Cuddy swallowed thickly, trying to clear the lump that had formed in her throat. “House made a point of bringing me their revised wills last week. He made a big show of it, like he expected me to be shocked. I always knew about them. I knew Wilson was the only one House would ever let in. I’m just glad they were able to find at least a little bit of happiness before they…” She trailed off, still not quite able to say the words, even as they stood at House and Wilson’s grave.

“Did they ever find the guy that shot them?” Foreman asked, his voice wavering slightly, as he took a step closer to Chase, seeking out the comfort that he had only recently found.

“Yeah, the bastard didn’t show an ounce of remorse. He said he was happy he succeeded in freeing the world of two more fags. I don’t know how someone could see them like that, as nothing more than that,” Cuddy replied softly, wrapping her arms a little tighter around the small baby that was bundled against her chest, a few stray tears slipping down her cheeks. House had come through for her, helping her to finally conceive her baby. It had shocked her at first, but then again she didn’t expect any less from House. Gregory James Wilson-House was born just hours after his father died.

“I hope some very big, nasty man, makes him his bitch in prison,” Cameron said, making everyone turn to stare at her, mouths gaping slightly. “It’s the least that the bastard deserves.” Cameron shrugged slightly, reaching out a gloved hand to run along the smooth marble of the marker, re-reading the words that she had already read at least a hundred times before.

Gregory House /James Wilson
6/11/1959 - 12/05/ 07 2/28/1969-12/05/07
Fathers. Sons. Friends. Healers. Lovers.
Together in death as they were in life.

List of WIP's

2006-06-07T03:45:14Z

I have no idea where to start on my long list of WIP's. I figured I could see what ya'll thought. Two of them are ones that I've started for the AU thing I signed up for. I numbered them since they don't have titles yet, so just pick a number or whatever.

1. Wilson gets a tattoo
“Are you really going to make me go through with this?” Wilson asked as House pulled into a parking spot in front of a small strip mall with various types of shops.

“You lost the bet. Come on don’t be a sore loser,” House replied as he turned the car off and unclipped his seat belt, before grabbing his cane and pulling his door open.

“The bet wasn’t fair, you had Cameron help you,” Wilson reasoned staying in his seat with his seat belt still buckled.

“You never said she couldn’t help me,” House countered as he reached over and unfastened Wilson seat belt. House then got out rounding the car to Wilson’s side and pulling his door open.

2. The end of the world, a prompt of sorts for my AU thing.
“In case you didn’t hear the world’s suppose to be ending today,”

“I heard something about that, can’t say I believe it though.”

“Isn’t there a better way to spend your last day? I mean it could be true and you would spend you last day at the hospital.”

“You mean like fucking you against every surface of my condo, and then having you return the favor?”

3. Ties
“You’re awfully pushy tonight,” House commented watching Wilson as he pulled off his trousers and boxers tossing them on the floor with House’s, his shirt had been discarded somewhere in the living room or hallway or somewhere that he really wasn’t worried about when Wilson was standing completely naked in front of him with an almost dangerous smile on his face one that made his throat suddenly dry as Wilson stalked towards him.

“Can you shut up? Or would you like me to gag you?” Wilson asked without any trace of humor in his voice as he climbed onto the bed. He pulled something from the bedside table, House wasn’t really sure what it was all he saw was a quick flash of color, before Wilson had pulled it out of his line of sight.

“You have got to be kidding me,” House muttered when he saw what was in Wilson’s hand, not that he had a lot of time to look at it. Wilson was back on top of him, pressing against him in an intoxicating slide of naked skin against naked skin. He drew House into another crushing kiss, while his free hand worked it’s way down House’s arm griping his hand and drawing it up over his head.

4. My first RPS fic
“No, it’s okay really. I’ve actually been meaning to call you, but I didn’t know when would be a good time.” Robert settled back against his pillows, cringing a bit as he rambled across the phone. He had been waiting to call Hugh, he had actually been waiting for Hugh to call him. But now that he was on the phone, he wasn’t really sure what to say.

“Jo took the kids to visit her mom for a couple of days. She said she was giving me time to work on my book,” Hugh replied, ignoring what Robert had said about not knowing when to call.

“But you don’t think that was her real reason.”

“She found your Yankees t-shirt, and I don’t think I was very convincing when she asked me about it.”

5. Mpreg rewrite bit

“Are we interrupting?” Foreman asked, drawing an amused snort from Chase and a small giggle from Cameron.

“Yes. This is how we have sex and if you don’t mind Wilson gets cranky if I don’t finish him off,” House replied with a smirk, ignoring the look Wilson sent him.

“Be an ass all you want. I’m still not going to give you your hand back,” Wilson muttered, trying to ignore the blush that was rising up from his neck.

“Right, because I’m suppose to be feeling something mag….” House trailed off when he felt the small flutter of movement under his palm.

“Did you feel that?” Wilson asked lightly stroking his fingertips over the back of House’s hand that was still pressed firmly against Wilson’s rounded belly.

6. This is another one for the AU thing
House’s body was slowly starting to break down. That was something that Wilson had been expecting for years, even though he didn’t want to admit it. The fact that he had been expecting it, didn’t make it hurt any less. He wanted to give House whatever he needed, whatever he wanted. That was why he eagerly went along, kissing House just as fiercely as House was kissing him.

“I don’t mean to disappoint but this is about all I’m capable of at the moment,” House muttered, bitterness tainting his words as he stilled Wilson’s hand that had been slowly making it’s way down his stomach.

“It’s okay, this is enough for me,” Wilson said softly, leaning back in trying to start their kiss up again.

“Don’t lie to me,” House said giving Wilson a knowing look, as he rubbed his hand along the growing bulge in the front of Wilson’s jeans

7. House and Wilson on a plane, not much past that.

“Is there a reason why your leg is on me?” Wilson asked once he was situated in his seat. House had lifted the divider between them turning in his seat so that his back was wedge between his seat and the window his right leg was resting across Wilson’s lap.

“I have a cramp, rub my leg?”

“Can I get you something to drink while we are waiting to take off?” A bubbly flight attendant asked interrupting them before Wilson could say anything.

“I’ll have a coke and a bottle of water,” House replied, releasing the lock on his tray table and letting it drop down for his drinks.

8. Wilson’s birthday
“I am going to go take a shower since you won’t shut up long enough for me to sleep. Then we have someplace to be around noon, so that gives us about three hours to kill,” House replied, pushing himself up and grabbing his cane. He then pushed back the sheets and headed for the bathroom, not caring that Wilson was taking his time to admire the view.

“So where are we going?” Wilson asked, stepping into the shower behind House a few moments later.

“Are you always like this after sex?” House asked, tipping his head back under the spray and letting out a small sigh as the hot water rushed over him.

“Huh?” Wilson couldn’t remember what House’s question was, as he watched the water run down the trail of hair on House’s chest that went all the way down to his, “Like what you see Jimmy?” Wilson’s eyes snapped back up to find a smirking House watching him.

Watching from the outside

2006-06-03T08:43:56Z

I actually posted this fic a few months ago. But me being me, I couldn't leave it without a happier ending. Some of it has changed and the ending is new, cause I have an unhealthy need to make them happy. :D

House was there to witness the beginning of all of Wilson’s marriages. He went to the weddings, drinking until he could barely stand and occasionally screwing a brides maid. He would give Wilson a manly slap on the back and kiss his newest wife on the cheek. While he tried to hide the fact that he was dieing on the inside.

He was also there to witness the ending of all of Wilson’s marriages. He would call him “Jimmy the man slut” before offering him a place to stay. He would watch as Wilson slowly started to break down, and listen as Wilson confessed the reason’s behind his latest divorce. All the while praying that it would be his last, but it never was.

House had met Stacey just before Wilson married his second wife. He had brought Stacey with him to the wedding. Drowning the pain of losing Wilson once again, in watered down scotch and Stacey. He had clung to her as if she was his only life line.

And it had worked he was able to push away the way that he felt about Wilson. He was able to help Wilson through another divorce. This time it didn’t hurt as much when Wilson told him about the woman he had been seeing. Julie. Wilson was so happy, that House didn’t even think to mention the ever present pain in his leg.

He could barely walk at Wilson’s third wedding. He had brushed it off when Wilson had asked him about it. Telling him he was just sore from not stretching before his run the night before. He was silently praying that Wilson would call him on it, and ask what was really wrong. He could tell Wilson was about to say something, he could see the concern in his friends eyes. But then there was a knock at the door telling them it was time, and he had fled the room as fast as he could.

He had ended up in the hospital while Wilson was gone on his honeymoon. He had begged Stacey not to call Wilson. He didn’t want to interrupt Wilson’s time in Hawaii, someplace that House knew Wilson had always wanted to go.

Stacey hadn’t kept that promise, then again she hadn’t kept any of her promises. He could still remember it as if it was yesterday. He had woken up feeling like someone had ripped the muscle out of his leg, which was fitting since that was what had happened. Stacey wasn’t there when he woke up. Instead he had found Wilson sitting in the chair next to his bed, holding his hand and looking like he was going to fall over at any moment from exhaustion.

It had been Wilson that had told him what had been done to his leg. It was Wilson that came to see him everyday, even on the days that he threw things at anyone that entered the room. Wilson was the only thing that kept him from swallowing his whole bottle of pills, on his first night home from the hospital, when he realized he couldn’t do anything on his own. That he was now a cripple in every sense of the word.

Wilson had forced him to go out into the world again, to start living again instead of just existing. Wilson had refused to let him slip into the despair and pain that had overwhelmed him. Wilson had shown up at his place -even after threats of bodily harm- with pizza and overly violent action movies.

Wilson was always there, but not in the way that House craved for him to be. He knew deep down that he never would be. That Wilson would continue to go from wife to wife, and at some point they would have kids. Then there wouldn’t be any room left for House, and he knew that.

That was why he sat alone in his dark apartment, clutching his bottle of Vicodin in his hand as if his life depended on it. Which in a way it did. It was the only thing that eased the pain in his leg, but it didn’t do anything for the gut wrenching pain in his heart. He knew exactly how many pills to take in order to end it all. He also knew if he washed them down with the bottle of scotch on his table then they would work that much faster.

He could never be what Wilson wanted, what Wilson needed. He knew that now. He wasn’t a whole person anymore, and not just in body. Stacey’s betrayal had cut him deeper than he was willing to admit, to anyone. He was safer if he didn’t let anyone in, not even Wilson, no matter how much he wanted to.

He ignored the pounding at the door, as he slid the first pill into his mouth. He held it there for a few moments letting the bitter taste dissolve on his tongue. The pounding on the door got louder as he swallowed the pill in his mouth before reaching for the second one. He could hear the soft metallic clank as a key was slipped into the lock slipping the deadbolt open. He only needed eight pills, followed by a few shots of scotch and that would be it. The pain-in his leg, in his heart, in his soul,-would finally stop.

“Starting the party without me?” Wilson asked his voice soft and filled with concern, as dropped onto the couch next to House. He reached over softly prying the bottle of pills from House’s hand, and taking the pill that House still clutched in his palm. He set the bottle of pills onto the table, after doing a quick count of them to be sure that House hadn’t taken too many.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Wilson asked as he settled back against the couch. This time closer to House, so that their hips and thighs were pressed together. He didn’t move away when House flinched at the touch, instead he settled his hand over House’s.

“Nothing’s wrong,” House muttered trying to pull his hand away from Wilson’s, but only succeeding in having Wilson tighten his grip.

Nothing was wrong. Nothing had happened today. It was just like every other day, he had been walking through the hall when he saw Wilson laughing and flirting with one of the nurses. It wasn’t anything new, but for some reason this time it had cut straight through him. He was hit with the realization that he would never be what Wilson needed or wanted.

“Why are you here?” House asked coldly, as he tried to once again pull his hand free from Wilson’s grasp.

“Cuddy came to see me when you didn’t show up for clinic duty, and you weren’t in your office. She was pissed by the way. She wanted to know if I knew where you were hiding, I told her I didn’t, not that she believed me. I got worried when I couldn’t find you, so I got someone else to cover the rest of my shift. And here I am,” Wilson explained softly, as he lightly rubbed his thumb in small circles against House’s.

They didn’t say anything else for a long while. They just stayed there on the couch, in the darkened apartment, the only sound was of their light breathing. House tried to ignore the tingling warmth that was traveling up his arm in little waves as Wilson continued to stroke his thumb. He didn’t even think about it when he turned his hand lacing his fingers with Wilson’s and giving his hand a small squeeze.

He had Wilson for right now. There was no way of knowing what would happen in the future. He just needed to remember that Wilson wasn’t going to leave like everyone else had. Wilson had stayed with him through one of the most horrible times in his life, even though he tried to push him away. There was no reason for him to think that Wilson would leave him now, but there was still a chance. A chance that he would leave just like everyone else had.

“Come on, I’m tired,” Wilson murmured, breaking the silence that had filled the room. He stood up still holding onto House’s hand and gave it a small tug.

“It’s not even five yet,” House muttered, letting Wilson help him up off of the couch anyway.

“What can I say? Saving your ass wears me out.” Wilson gave House’s hand another tug, pulling him back towards House’s bedroom.

“What are you doing?” House asked, when Wilson kicked off his shoes and started to work on the buttons of his dress shirt.

“Getting into bed. I thought that was fairly obvious,” Wilson replied, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders before unfastening his belt and undoing his dress pants.

“I don’t think your wife will like that very much.”

“Well, she’s not going to be my wife much longer. Now shove over you’re hogging the blankets,” Wilson muttered, slipping into the bed next to House.

“They’re my blankets. Now what the hell do you mean she’s not going to be your wife much longer?”

“I filed for divorce a few days ago. When I came home to find her in our bed with her yoga instructor,” Wilson replied with a small shrug, lying back against the pillows and tugging the blankets up around him.

A thousand jokes came rushing to the front of House’s mind but he pushed them all away. He knew that this was a chance to finally get what he wanted. He had a choice he could make some off color joke and they would take a nap and things would go back to the way they were. Or he could take a chance. He could risk Wilson pushing him away and leaving. Swallowing down his nerves, House propped himself up on his elbow leaning in till he was just a breath away from Wilson. Not giving himself a chance to chicken out, he leaned in pressing his lips to Wilson’s.

Wilson didn’t hesitate when House leaned in and kissed him. He moved his hand up to the back of House’s neck tugging him in closer as he deepened the kiss, tasting the slightly bitter taste from the Vicodin. This was what he wanted, what he needed.

Touch

2006-06-03T06:17:27Z

I wrote this awhile back, but I haven't posted it on this lj yet. So I cleaned it up a bit and here it is.

It had been so long since Wilson had been touched by anyone in anything more than a clinical way. That he found himself aching for just the smallest of touches. His knee lightly brushed against House’s and suddenly it wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel every part of House pressed against him. He wanted to know what House tasted like. If he was as aggressive and competitive of a kisser as he was when it came to everything else.

It wasn’t just that he was lonely -which he was- it was more than that. He didn’t have anything holding him back anymore. He didn’t have Julie or any of his other wives or girlfriends, to stand in his way. He could take this chance and finally know if House felt the same way about him.

He cautiously moved over on the couch until he was hip to hip with House their thighs touching. He let the warmth from where House’s body was touching his, seep into his skin until he was filled with a tingling warmth everywhere that they were touching. He soon found that it wasn’t enough he wanted more. He wanted to feel House’s skin against his own.

So he slowly moved his hand from where it rested in his lap to lightly cover House’s hand. A small shiver coursing through his body as House curled his fingers around his hand lightly running his thumb over his knuckles.

They didn’t look away from the TV as their hands became bolder, fingers sliding against bare skin. This was what Wilson had craved. To be touched like this by House. To feel House’s hands playing across his skin as if they were trying to draw music from his body.

He hadn’t bothered with the usual string of flings that normally followed his divorces. His wounds were too deep and raw to let anyone near him this time. Anyone but House. House had always been the exception to the rule. And if he was being honest with himself House was the reason behind all of his marriages ending.

Sooner or later all of his wives had figured it out. And when they confronted him he never bothered to deny it. It wasn’t worth denying, not that he thought they would have believed him anyway. They had all asked him with that same knowing look in their eyes. That look that was just daring him to lie to them to try and hide what they already knew was the truth. But he never told House the truth when House asked him why his latest marriage had gone down the drain. Instead he just brushed it off with his usual excuse that his latest wife had caught him cheating. Even though that was rarely the case.

Just as hesitantly and cautiously as he had done everything else. Wilson moved over on the couch so that he was facing House. He lifted his hand to House’s face gently turning House to face him. He licked his lips nervously as he met House’s eyes. He could see the same fear and desire that he knew was mirrored in his own as he leaned in slowly closing the distance between them. He paused briefly when he was just a breath away from House studying the other man’s eyes just for a moment before he closed his eyes. Their lips touched in a brief caress of skin against skin before he pulled back a little giving House an out if he needed it.

He let out the breath he didn’t realize he had been holding when he felt House’s fingers curling around the back of his neck pulling him back in. Kissing him hard and with such need that it sent a small shudder coursing through Wilson’s body as he returned the kiss with just as much emotion and force.

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Now as Wilson lay in bed felling House’s slow even breathing against his neck he was left to wonder what all of this meant. He knew how he felt about House. He thought that House felt the same way about him even though they still hadn’t said anything to each other. He shifted on the bed a bit feeling House’s naked skin slid against his own causing his stomach to flutter a bit as memories of what they had done flitted through his mind.

He wanted to believe that this was the beginning of something more between them. That they were taking that plunge into the unknown together. Even though there was a nagging little voice that kept telling him that House was going to wake up and pretend like nothing had happened or worse yet push him away. He didn’t know if he wanted to or even could go back to the way things were between them. Not now that he knew what it was like to be with House like this.

“Why are you still awake?” House asked his voice a low rumble against Wilson’s chest. His stubble scraping lightly against Wilson’s neck as he pressed his lips against Wilson’s neck suckling gently at his skin.

“I was just thinking,” Wilson replied softly, biting at his bottom lip to keep from moaning as House continued to suckle, nip and kiss his neck.

“That’s never a good thing,” House said with a small smirk abandoning Wilson’s neck for the moment as he snuggled in a bit closer. He wasn’t really sure if he should go back to sleep or try to find out what Wilson was thinking about. He wasn’t big on talking about things and he really didn’t want to talk about what had happened between them. It wasn’t that he regretted it or wasn’t happy that it had happened he just didn’t want to have to get into how he felt about everything.

“No it’s not,” Wilson murmured licking his lips nervously as he tried to swallow around the lump that had formed in his throat. He just wanted to ask House what all of this meant to him. Did he want to pretend like nothing had happened? House didn’t seem to regret it if the way that House was still sprawled out on top of him was any sign.

“Get some sleep, we can’t have the boy wonder falling asleep on the job.” House wasn’t really sure what else to say. It was the middle of the night he was tired and extremely comfortable right now. This was not the time to have this conversation no matter how much Wilson wanted to. Besides he didn’t think he could stay awake long enough to even finish the conversation and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Wilson didn’t say anything in reply, trying to get his mind to just shut off. That was all that he needed was to make his mind shut up long enough for him to fall asleep. He tried to concentrate on the feeling of House’s fingers as House lightly ran his hand from Wilson’s chest to his stomach and back again. The slow easy rhythm of his hand and the way his stubble scrapped lightly at his throat as House nuzzled his neck.

“You okay?” House’s voice was soft and gentle against his neck the gentle loll of it soothing him even more. Wilson didn’t really know how to answer the question. Was he okay? He didn’t know at this point. He was happy. He was content at the moment, but there was still so many things left unsaid. So many things that were left up in the air things that he didn’t want to think about at the moment.

“I don’t know,” Wilson answered honestly turning his head slightly so that he could look at House but the only thing he could see was the top of the other man’s head. “I don’t know what all of this means, and it’s scaring me half to death right now. I don’t have anyone else left. I can’t lose you, because I couldn’t control myself anymore,” Wilson continued in a barely there whisper that he wasn’t even sure if House could hear or even if he wanted House to hear him.

“You’re not going to lose me,” House replied he had heard every word that Wilson had said each one of them building up the fear that had been slowly growing in the pit of his stomach. He pulled his head back from Wilson’s neck so that he could meet Wilson’s eyes before continuing in a tone that was soft but also demanding of Wilson’s attention. “This thing between us whatever it is. It’s not going to make me leave you. I’m going to be around to drive you crazy till the day I die. Plus think about all of the money I’ll save on hookers.”

“You’re such a romantic,” Wilson murmured as he felt his body start to relax as he let House’s words sink in. He leaned in lightly kissing House before pulling back, settling against his pillows again. The gentle warmth of House’s body against him slowly starting to loll him to sleep.

“I try,” House muttered placing a kiss against Wilson’s neck as he settled back into his original position.

Three's company, NC-17

2006-06-01T02:52:01Z

Title: Three’s company
Author: craving_house
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: House/Wilson, House/Chase, House/Wilson/Chase
Words: 3500
Warnings: Umm is a threesome considered a warning?
Notes: A big thank you to evila_elf for the beta. She kept this story from dying with all of the others. lol

House was beyond livid with Wilson. It was bad enough that he had moved out, but to move in with one of his dying cancer patients?

Then again, that was something that he had always known about Wilson: he knew how much he needed to be needed. It was why he went into oncology. It was also why he married all three of his wives. He thought that they needed him. And most of them did, but then Julie had changed things on him. She had turned the tables.

He knew how much that had freaked Wilson out. The fact that one of his wives had cheated on him, had really screwed with his head. But he didn’t think that it had been enough to make him crazy enough to shack up with one of his patients.

Okay, now he was back to being pissed. Not to mention trying to figure out why he was so mad at Wilson for moving out in the first place. He knew why he was mad at Wilson for moving out, but that was yet another thing that he didn’t want to think about.

House tossed his things into his bag before heading out into the conference room. He needed to get drunk and forget about all of this for awhile. Chase was sitting at the table finishing up the last of the paperwork for their latest patient.

“You’re not going to give me my last point?” House asked, pulling off his over shirt and not missing the look that briefly flitted across Chase’s face. Maybe he could have some fun with Wombat Boy. If Wilson could mess around with cancer patients, then he could do whatever he wanted.

“How did you know it was me?” Chase asked, nibbling at the tip of his pen. He couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that something big was about to happen.

“I know you better than you think I do. Grab your jacket, you’re coming with me,” House replied, pulling his jacket on and then grabbing his bag and slipping it over his shoulder while he waited for Chase to get his stuff.

“Where are we going?” Chase asked, not really sure if it mattered.

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“You know this is just sex right?” House asked, pushing a lubed finger inside of Chase and curling it to stroke over his prostate.

“Yes,” Chase hissed through clenched teeth, pushing back against House’s hand. He should have known that nothing would be simple with House, not even sex.

“You also know that if you tell anyone about this I will make your life a living hell.” It was more of a statement than a question and Chase knew that. He also knew that House was waiting for some sort of response. That was made painfully obvious when the three fingers that had been doing some pretty amazing things to him were removed.

“I won’t say anything,” Chase gasped out, hoping that it was the right thing to say to get things moving again.

“Good now you better hold onto something cause I’m not in the mood to be gentle.” Chase didn’t have a chance to respond before House was pushing inside of him, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. Then he only paused for a moment before he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, drawing a deep moan from Chase.

House ignored the pain in his leg, instead focusing on the pleasure as he continued to forcefully thrust in and out of Chase’s body. He knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer, not with the way that Chase was thrusting back against him driving him in deeper and harder with each thrust.

“Touch yourself,” House commanded, his fingers biting into the tender flesh on Chase’s hips as he increased the force of his thrusts. Chase let out a gasping moan when he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking himself in time with House’s movements.

House felt Chase gasp and shudder beneath him, his muscles tightening around House’s cock. House bit his lip to keep from crying out Wilson’s name as he came. He carefully pulled out of Chase and rolled over onto his back, slipping the condom off and tossing it into the trash can next to the bed.

“You can leave now,” House muttered after a few moments of silence once they had both gotten their breathing under control.

“I don’t think I can move right now, let alone drive,” Chase mumbled, snuggling his face into one of House’s pillows while he worked his body under the blankets. Between the alcohol that was still pumping through his system and the nice post orgasm fog, he didn’t really care what House did or said. “I’ll leave later, need a nap,” Chase mumbled before promptly falling asleep.

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House was in the process of making up the couch. He just couldn’t bring himself to sleep in the same bed as Chase. There was something about it that was more intimate than sex itself, it was a sign of trust. Trust that he didn’t have in Chase, so he was going to spend the night on his lumpy sofa, and hope that the extra Vicodin he planned on taking would save him from any extra pain in the morning.

He had just grabbed his pillow and was about to lay down when he heard a familiar knock at the door. Wilson. ‘Great, that’s just what I need right now, a visit from my damn conscience. Not that Wilson had any room to talk when it came to what was inappropriate these days.’ “What do you want?” House asked, letting his annoyance show.

“I need a place to stay.”

“Sorry, I’m all booked up. Besides, I thought you were staying with the cancer chick,” House muttered, not bothering to move out of the doorway to let Wilson in.

“I thought hookers charged extra to stay overnight.”

“I’ll be sure to tell Chase that you thought he was a hooker.” House took a slightly perverse pleasure in the look of shock that crossed Wilson’s face before he started to push the door closed, not caring if he hit Wilson or not.

“Damn it House, let me in,” Wilson demanded, putting his foot in the way so that House couldn’t close the door on him. “I don’t have anywhere else to go, please just let me in.”

“Shut up before someone calls the cops, if I don’t beat them to it. You can sleep on the floor or hell, go share the bed with Chase for all I care,” House muttered, pulling the door open and stepping back out of the way so that Wilson could enter the apartment. He knew that Wilson really didn’t have anywhere else to go. Well, other than a hotel, but he knew that wouldn’t work for him. Wilson wasn’t the type of person that could handle being alone.

“I can’t believe you slept with Chase.”

“I didn’t sleep with Chase, I fucked him. Sleeping is what I am trying to do now, but you won’t leave me alone,” House clarified, closing and locking the door once Wilson was inside the apartment. He then made his way back over to the couch, leaning his cane against the coffee table as he took a seat.

“Fine. I can’t believe you fucked him.”

“Why? Jealous Jimmy?” House asked with a smirk, pulling his shirt off and tossing it onto the coffee table before lying back on the couch.

“Maybe, probably. I don’t know,” Wilson murmured, slipping his shoes off and then moving into the small space by House’s feet on the couch.

“You were with the cancer chick. I thought you didn’t want to try again,” House said after a moment of consideration. He had honestly thought that they would pick things up from where they left off before Wilson married Julie. But Wilson didn’t seem to want that so he had pushed those thoughts away. He had been concentrating on being Wilson’s friend in the hopes that it would be enough for him some day.

“Her name is Grace, and that was a mistake. I guess I really am just as fucked up as you are.” Wilson hesitantly moved over on the couch until he was lying down pressed against House’s side. He let out a small sigh of relief when House didn’t push him away, but instead pulled him in closer.

“I think you’re a lot more fucked up than I am.” House leaned in, brushing his lips against Wilson’s while he pulled the blanket up over them.

Wilson moved his hand up, curling his fingers around the back of House’s neck, keeping him in place as he deepened the kiss. House moved his hand up under Wilson’s T-shirt, teasing across the warm planes of his stomach, lightly scraping his nails over one of Wilson’s nipples, groaning against Wilson’s mouth when he felt the warm slid of skin against skin.

“You think you can handle another go?” Wilson asked, carefully grinding his hips against House’s.

“I think I can be persuaded,” House responded with a moan, arching up as best as he could against Wilson. He moved his hands up, tugging Wilson’s T-shirt the rest of the way off, tossing it to join his own on the coffee table. House tensed slightly when he heard the soft shuffle of bare feet on carpet getting closer: he had forgotten that Chase was there. ‘Always a chance for a bit more fun…’

“Don’t mind me, I’m just getting my clothes and I’ll be gone,” Chase muttered, pulling the sheet he had wrapped around his waist in a bit tighter while he tried to locate the last of his missing clothes. He hadn’t bothered to look at the couch, or anywhere else. All he wanted to do was find his clothes and get the hell out of there before House did something that he knew they would both regret even more than what had happened earlier.

“I have a feeling Wilson would be mighty disappointed if you left right now.”

Chase’s eyes snapped up, followed by his best deer-in-the-headlights expression when he saw that House wasn’t on the couch alone. He tried to look away, really he did. But there was just something about seeing House and Wilson both shirtless laying pressed together. That was hot, for lack of a better word. Not that he could think all that clearly at the moment.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Wilson stammered, a deep blush rising in his cheeks.

“Sure it is Jimmy. Hmm and from the looks of it I would say that you’re feeling a bit left out on getting to play with Wombat Boy.”

“Don’t call me that,” Chase muttered after finally finding his voice. He quickly scanned the room for his pants, the reason why he had left the bedroom in the first place, and let out a small groan of annoyance when he located them on the floor under the coffee table.

“I don’t think you want to leave just yet.” House grabbed the sheet that was wrapped around Chase, his fingers coming into brief contact with Chase’s cock, and tugged him forward.

“Why would I want to stay? I’m not into watching,” Chase asked, trying to pull out of House’s grasp, but only ending up getting tangled in the sheet.

“I was thinking you would be more of an active participant,” House replied, tugging Chase in closer. He couldn’t ignore the way that Wilson’s breathing picked up when he realized what House was suggesting.

“Greg, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Wilson murmured, even though a certain part of his body was screaming that it was a very good idea.

“Come on Jimmy, live a little. Besides, Little Jimmy seems to think it’s a great idea,” House said with a smirk, lightly rubbing his thigh against Wilson’s obviously hard cock, enjoying the moan that action drew.

“Looks like Jimmy’s in. What do you say Chase? You think you can handle playing with the big boys?”

“God, I feel like I’m trapped in some cheesy porno,” Wilson muttered, trying his best to hide his face against House’s neck.

“You wish you were trapped in a porno,” House muttered, taking the look on Chase’s face as all the reply he needed. He grabbed Chase’s arm, pulling until Chase had no choice but to prop his free arm against the back of the couch to keep from falling. House caught Wilson’s eye briefly before moving his hand from Chase’s arm to curl his fingers around the back of his neck tugging Chase forward until their lips met.

House pulled back before things had a chance to get too involved, turning his head he slowly began to kiss Wilson. Pulling Chase in closer to them, House opened his mouth wider, encouraging Wilson to do the same. Chase must have picked up on his plan, because the next thing he knew, the three of them were kissing. It was a bit awkward at first, not really knowing which way to move but then it all seemed to click and Chase was moving in almost desperately trying to get closer to them.

“I think we should take this to the bedroom,” House groaned, breaking away from the kiss and rocking his hips up against Wilson’s. The sight of Chase and Wilson kissing right in front of him had him painfully hard in a matter of minutes. He rocked his hips a bit harder against Wilson’s, enjoying the hot press of Wilson’s body against his own. Then Chase and Wilson broke apart and, as if they had planned it, they went after House’s neck, each of them leaving a trail of hot, wet, biting kisses.

“Bed. Now,” House demanded, pushing Wilson and Chase off of him, ignoring their groans of protest. He grabbed his cane and headed for the bedroom, not bothering to wait for Wilson or Chase he started to unbuckle his jeans.

“That’s my job,” Wilson murmured, wrapping his arms around House’s waist from behind and grabbing House’s hands before he could get his pants undone.

“Be my guest.” House leaned back against Wilson, turning his head slightly so that he could nibble at Wilson’s earlobe while the other man worked the front of his jeans open.

House bit down on the tender skin behind Wilson’s ear, his eyes fluttering shut when he felt strong fingers curling around his cock. Wilson’s hand moved in strong, familiar strokes, reminding him of exactly why he always took Wilson back. Well, it wasn’t the only reason why he took Wilson back every time, but the man sure did have skills.

Chase silently made his way over to stand in front of House. Not that it mattered how loud he was. House and Wilson seemed to be in their own little world. He couldn’t help but wonder if they would even notice if he left. House’s hand on his hip tugging him in towards them put an end to any plans of leaving.

“You two are a bit overdressed for this.” Chase moved his hands around House to work on undoing Wilson’s pants.

“What did you do with my sheet?” House asked with a groan, feeling Chase’s smooth skin brush against the head of his cock.

“I was hot,” Chase mumbled, slowly grinding his hips against House’s, his hand slipping into Wilson’s jeans.

“Oh fuck,” Wilson moaned, his hips bucking forward, pushing his cock against Chase’s hand. His hand tightened around House’s cock, drawing an answering moan from the older man.

“I can’t,” House murmured against Wilson’s ear just barely loud enough for him to hear. Even with the pleasure filled haze that seemed to have taken over his body, Wilson knew exactly what House was saying.

Wilson let go of House’s cock, pushing his jeans and boxers down his hips, being careful not to hit his bad leg in the process. He pushed Chase’s hands away before stripping off his own, trying to make it look like he was too aroused to wait any longer. Wilson pushed House and Chase back towards the bed.

Chase didn’t seem to notice when Wilson helped House down on the bed, he just went around them and climbed onto the other side, propping himself up on his side.

“Go get the box of condoms and bottle of lube from the medicine cabinet,” House muttered, giving Chase a small shove.

Wilson automatically reached for the bottle of Vicodin on the bedside table, knocking one of the oval pills into his hand. He passed the pill to House, waiting for him to swallow it. “You okay?” Wilson asked softly, ignoring the way House flinched away from his hand that had settled on House’s damaged thigh.

“I’m fine, but I’d be even better if you moved your hand about three inches to the left.” House curled his fingers around the back of Wilson’s neck, crushing their lips together before Wilson had a chance to reply.

Wilson gave in willingly when House pulled him forward, carefully keeping his weight off of House’s bad leg as he settled on top of him.

“Am I interrupting?” Chase asked with a smirk as he crawled back onto the bed after dropping the condoms and lube on the bedside table.

“What took you so long?” House mumbled against Wilson’s lips, reaching his hand out and grabbing the first part of Chase it came into contact with and tugging him in closer.

“Sometimes I do like to watch.” Chase leaned in, kissing his way along Wilson’s cheek, to where House and Wilson’s lips met. House turned his head slightly creating enough room for Chase to join the kiss, which is exactly what he did, spooning up against House’s side.

Wilson was the first to break the kiss, slowly working a trail of biting kisses along House’s jaw to his ear. “I want you inside me,” he murmured, lightly nipping at the tender skin just behind House’s ear.

House broke away from Chase with a gasping moan at Wilson’s words combined with the feeling of Wilson’s hand teasing over his cock. “God Jimmy, are you trying to kill me?” House managed to choke out, his hips arching up off of the bed, trying to increase the contact with Wilson’s hand.

“No, but I am trying to motivate you. Is it working?” Wilson asked with a smirk, briefly meeting House’s eyes before moving his free hand to the back of Chase’s neck, pulling him into a bruising kiss while he increased the pressure and speed of his hand on House’s cock.

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Wilson woke up the following morning, feeling warm, content, and unbelievably sore. He hadn’t been that sore since the last time he… Oh God! The events of the night before came flooding back, the strong hard press of House’s body as he entered him. The warm inviting heat of Chase’s body when they lay lined up, the force of House’s thrusts driving him in and out of Chase. He let out a small sigh against House’s neck, pushing those thoughts from his head before they made him any harder than he already was.

“Someone’s up,” House said, his voice still deep with sleep as he shifted his hip, rubbing it against Wilson’s hard cock.

Wilson let out a startled gasp, pulling back a bit trying to calm himself down. “Don’t start something you don’t plan on finishing,” Wilson muttered, rubbing his hand lightly along House’s bare stomach.

Whatever House might have said was cut off by Chase moving around on the other side of the bed.

“How do you feel about having a pet wombat?” House asked with a smirk, trailing his fingertips up and down Wilson’s bare back.

“Mmm only if you clean up after him,” Wilson replied with a grin, pressing a kiss against the side of House’s neck.

Daddies or the baby fic, part three.

2006-05-22T04:59:40Z

This is the last part that I have written right now. :D

“Greg has been staying up with him at night. They both haven’t been sleeping much lately,” Wilson explained softly when he entered the living room with his mom to find House laying on the couch with Evan sprawled out on his chest, both of them sound asleep. House had stayed home with Evan while Wilson went to the airport to pick up his mom. He had used the excuse that he didn’t want to take Evan out in the rain, but Wilson knew he was just trying to avoid Grace.

“Well, lets not wake them then. Why don’t you give me tour and show me where things are?” Grace suggested smiling softly at Evan’s round little face that was turned up towards House’s as he slept.

“Okay, we have all of Evan’s stuff in the guest room. We still need to get it set more as a nursery than what it is,” Wilson replied leading his mom down the short hallway to the guest bedroom, which was now Evan’s room.

“You don’t have a crib for him?”

“We do. We just haven’t had time to get it put together yet. The play pen has been fine so far,” Wilson explained with a small sheepish smile. Between House’s case load and his, they had been barely staying a float with taking care of Evan, let alone decorating his room.

“He really should have a crib, and a changing table. You also need to start getting things baby proofed in here. He could start walking soon, even if he’s not walking. He is crawling now,” Grace said after inspecting Evan’s room. It was still set up like a guest room, the only difference was the play pen and a few other baby things that were in one of the corners of the room.

“Mom, like I said he has all of the things that he needs. We just haven’t had a chance to decorate the room, and set up the crib. All of the stuff is in the closet,” Wilson responded pulling the door to the walk in closet open. It was filled with various baby items and decorations and a box with a crib.

“Well, maybe I can help get some of it set up while I’m here,” Grace suggested stepping into the closet to dig through the bags and boxes.

“That would be great,” Wilson said with a warm smile as he helped his mom pass the boxes that were blocking the door way and out of the closet.

“I should probably head over to my hotel now. It’s getting late and I need to be back here in the morning. You said six right?” Grace asked as she headed to the door with Wilson following along after her. She had rented a car so that she could get around the city with Evan, if she decided to go out.

“Six should be fine mom. We don’t have to leave till seven, but that way Evan can spend some time with you before we leave.” Wilson pulled his mom into a quick hug, it really had been awhile since the last time that she had come to visit him or he had been to see her. So it was nice to have her there, even if he was going to have to play peacekeeper between her and House the whole time.

“Okay see you then.” Grace placed a small kiss on Wilson’s cheek as she pulled back and opened the door.

“Bye mom.”

Wilson closed and locked the door behind his mom before heading back into the living room. He headed over to the couch crouching down next to House’s head. House’s eyes slowly fluttered open when Wilson lightly combed his hair through the older man’s hair.

“Where’s your mom?” House asked softly, not bothering to keep his eyes open while Wilson continued to comb through his hair.

“She went back to her hotel. She’ll be back tomorrow around six. You should go to bed, you’re going to be hurting if you stay there much longer.”

“Already am,” House mumbled with a grimace when he tried to stretch his leg out.

“I’m going to go put him to bed and then I will be back with your pills,” Wilson murmured brushing a kiss against House’s lips. He then stood up to his full height leaning forward to carefully pick Evan up off of House’s chest.

“What did you give him? He barely moved when I put him to bed,” Wilson asked coming back into the living room to find House sitting up on the couch rubbing at his thigh.

“My very own combo of cough syrup, Tylenol, and antibiotic. He should sleep till at least five. Which means I can sleep tonight too,” House respond, smiling his thanks as Wilson passed him his pills he quickly swallowed one, before leaning back against the couch with his eyes closed while he waited for it to kick in.

“I should have known you drugged him,” Wilson said with a snort of amusement, dropping onto the couch next to House. He pushed House’s hand to the side moving his hands in its place he started to carefully massage House’s damaged thigh. His fingers pressing deeply into the muscle on House’s outer and inner thigh and then just barely dancing across the deep indentation where the muscle had been removed.

“I’m a doctor that’s my job,” House murmured, moaning softly when Wilson hit an especially tender spot.

“Come on, time for bed.” Wilson pulled his hands away from House’s thigh, before standing up and offering House his hand.

“You going to tuck me in?” House asked with a sleepy smirk, taking Wilson’s hand and letting the other man pull him up off of the couch.

“How about I join you and we go from there?” Wilson asked grabbing House’s cane from where it rested against the couch pressing it into House’s hand.

“I like the way you think,” House replied following Wilson down the hallway to their bedroom, flicking off the lights along the way.

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“Hey little guy keep it down, we’re trying to let your other daddy get some sleep,” Wilson murmured lifting Evan up out of the play pen. House was close in guessing that Evan would sleep till five, it was now four thirty. Wilson swallowed back a yawn, grabbing a diaper and the wipes he headed over to the bed to change Evan’s diaper.

“You want to go back to sleep for a bit? Your Grandma is going to be here in about an hour.” Wilson had finished changing Evan’s diaper and tossed it in the trash. It was really the only reason that he could see for Evan to have woken up. Well, other than the meds House had given him wearing off.

“Sleepy da,” Evan babbled, crawling across the bed to where Wilson was sitting.

“Mmm hmm. Why don’t we lay down here for a bit?” Wilson asked with a yawn. He was still amazed by Evan’s vocabulary and the fact that he understood so much about what was going on around him. House of course had taken credit for all of this, which really wasn’t much of a surprise. Wilson yawned again stretching out on the bed next to Evan. They had left the full size bed in Evan’s room, for times like this so that at least one of them could get some sleep.

“No sleep,” Evan said climbing over Wilson’s body until he was sitting on his chest.

“This is why House isn’t suppose to over medicate you,” Wilson muttered trying to stay awake, not that he could really sleep with the way Evan was bouncing on his chest. Evan may not have been House’s flesh and blood, but he sure had taken on most of his attributes.

“Lets go get some breakfast then,” Wilson said a few minutes later, having given up any hope of going back to sleep. He carefully got up off of the bed with Evan still against his chest and headed out of the bed room and down the hall to the kitchen. Evan babbling about everything and nothing along the way.

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“Mean lady,” Evan said pointing his finger at Grace as soon as Wilson opened the front door. Wilson had to stifle a groan knowing that Evan was just repeating something that House had said.

“I’m sorry mom. He’s just learning to talk he doesn’t even know what the words mean.” Wilson knew it was a lie, but he was doing his job as peacekeeper, for the time being anyways.

“I’m sure he doesn’t.” Grace looked anything but amused as she pulled her jacket off, and hung it on the hook by the door.

“Why don’t you two get to know each other? He just ate and I just changed his diaper and clothes, and gave him his meds. So he should be happy. I am just going to go wake Greg up and hop in the shower, if you need anything just ask Greg.”

“Okay dear.”

“He should be fine in here,” Wilson said putting Evan in his play center and turning one of the wheels to get his attention. “He has a bottle of juice in the kitchen if he needs it,” Wilson called over his shoulder as he headed down the hallway to his bedroom.

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“Greg get up,” Wilson said shaking House’s shoulder until the older man opened his eyes looking up at him with sleep dulled eyes.

“You know there are nicer ways to wake me up,” House muttered rubbing a hand over his face before grabbing Wilson’s hand when he tried to step away from the bed.

“My mom’s here,” Wilson said rolling his eyes at House and his attempt to pull him down onto the bed with him.

“Good then she can watch Evan while mommy and daddy have some alone time,” House murmured with a small noise of triumph when he managed to pull Wilson off balance and down onto the bed. He didn’t waste any time in pulling Wilson into a deep kiss, tasting the faint hint of coffee still lingering from Wilson’s morning cup.

“Do I even want to know which one of us is suppose to be the mommy?”

“That would be you, because I don’t think I could pull off wearing a dress.”

“And you think I could?”

“You definitely have the legs for it,” House mumbled against Wilson lips pulling him into another kiss.

“Now get up and put some clothes on. Then go play nice with my mom while I take a shower,” Wilson instructed when they broke apart, moving off of the bed before House had a chance to stop him.

“The romance really is dead,” House muttered grabbing his pajama bottoms from the chair next to the bed and pulling them on. He grabbed a t-shirt from the dresser pulling it over his head as he made his way out of the bedroom.

“Daddy,” Evan called out bouncing in his play center as House came into the living room.

“Hey little guy. Did you wake Wilson up nice and early?” House asked bending to pick Evan up, he carefully pulled him up out of his play center, being mindful not to get his leg caught. House limped over to the couch where Grace was sitting taking a seat next to her. “Morning Grace,” House muttered acknowledging Grace with a small nod of his head.

“Good morning Greg. I can see that you’ve been teaching him to talk,” Grace said her tone holding no small amount of sarcasm.

“What can I say? He’s a smart kid. He picks up on things.”

“Right and he labeled me as “mean lady” all on his own.”

“Like I said he picks up on things. Sometimes they are wrong, but more often they are right.”

“I’m not mean.”

“I never said you were.”

“No, but you did say something around my Grandson so that he would.”

“Look you don’t like me. I don’t like you, but Wilson seems to love us both. So why don’t we play nice for his sake?” House suggested, switching Evan around so that he was facing the TV. He switched on an early morning showing of The Wiggles. Evan loved the show for some odd reason, even though Wilson couldn’t stand it. That was one of the reason why House turned it on when ever it was showing.

“Okay I can do that,” Grace said after a moment of consideration, smiling as Evan started to bounce and laugh at one of the songs the men on TV were singing.

“Good. Now a few things to help you with Evan, he will stay in the play center for about an hour and a half before he gets tired of it. He usually wants a nap after that if you leave him in for the whole time. Don’t eat or drink anything that he can’t have in front of him, because he will want some of whatever you have. Wilson forgot about that the other night and was drinking a beer in front of him, Evan pitched a fit when Wilson wouldn’t share. You can bring him up to the hospital around twelve to have lunch with us okay?”

“That sounds good to me.”

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Evan sat in his stroller next to House and Wilson’s table in the cafeteria. He was babbling and saying hi to anyone that walked by their table. Grace was waiting in the unusually long line at the counter to get another drink. Things had gone pretty well for her that morning with Evan, but she wasn’t in any hurry to get back to the table. She wasn’t a spring chicken anymore, and Evan was a lot of work.

“How can you be down here having lunch when my son is upstairs dieing?” Wilson looked up to find Mr. Braxton one of his patients fathers standing at the end of their table next to Evan‘s stroller. His son was terminal, and Wilson didn’t expect him to live more than another day or two. Wilson sent House a warning look, before turning his attention back to Braxton.

“Mr. Braxton I have done everything that I can for your son. I’m sorry, but all we can do now is make him comfortable,” Wilson replied trying to soothe the obviously distraught man. He didn’t know what he would do if he was ever in Braxton’s place, so he didn’t let anything the man said bother him.

“I knew I shouldn’t have let a gay doctor take care of my son,” Braxton hissed taking another step in towards where Wilson was seated. House had been ignoring the conversation up to that point, concentrating his attention on Evan. But that comment in the tone that it was said in made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He remained quite though, trying to follow Wilson’s advice about behaving when Evan was with them. If Evan wasn’t there, then House would have…Well, he wasn’t really sure what he would have done, but it would have been more than what he was doing now.

“Mr. Braxton I can assure you that my sexuality has nothing to do with the treatment of your son. But if you would like I can have one of the other doctors in my department take over the care of your son,” Wilson offered standing up from his seat, he didn’t want to be caught off guard if Braxton didn’t calm down.

“I don’t want another damn doctor to tell me the same damn thing.” Braxton’s voice rising, had Evan crying and reaching out for House to pick him up. Which he did, cradling him against his chest while he tried to calm him down.

Wilson had turned his eyes from Braxton to check on Evan when he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t have a chance to act before Braxton’s fist was connecting with the side of his jaw sending him reeling backwards but not down. It didn’t seem to be enough for Braxton as he lunged at Wilson again his arm drawn back ready to hit him. Wilson lifted his arm ready to block the hit when he saw a pair of arms wrap around Braxton pulling him away.

“Do you want me to call the cops?” Foreman asked keeping a firm hold of Braxton, even though all of the fight seemed to have drained from Braxton’s body. He had silent tears streaming down his cheeks and his eyes were locked on the floor.

“No. Take him back up to his sons room,” Wilson replied grabbing a napkin and pressing it against his lip trying to stop the blood that was running freely from where it was split.

“He assaulted you.”

“Yeah and his son is dieing upstairs. I’m not going to be responsible for him missing these last few days with his son. I’m fine, it was a misunderstanding that’s all.”

“I really am sorry,” Braxton said softly, finally looking up from the place on the floor that he had been staring at.

“I know. Go with Dr. Foreman and he will get you some ice for your hand before you go back upstairs,” Wilson instructed around the napkin that was pressed against his lip. “Thanks Foreman,” he said as Foreman started to turn away with Braxton.

“Don’t worry about it,” Foreman replied with a quick smile before guiding Braxton over to the door of the cafeteria.

“Is he okay?” Wilson asked nodding towards Evan, who had his face buried against House’s neck with his hand holding onto House’s shirt.

“He’s scared, but he should be fine. Come here and let me see your lip,” House instructed waving Wilson over with his free hand.

Wilson took the few steps to the chair next to where House was sitting dropping into the seat. He turned to where he was facing House and removed the napkin from his lip. House gently poked and prodded Wilson’s lip, ignoring the few people that were watching them. Thankfully Braxton hadn’t been loud enough to draw a lot of attention to them, even when he hit Wilson.

“Looks like I get to use the fancy super glue stuff,” House said grinning as he pressed a fresh napkin to Wilson’s lip. The bleeding had slowed down at this point, but it was still oozing enough to need the napkin.

“I hate that stuff,” Wilson mumbled wincing when House pressed harder against the napkin.

“It’s either that or stitches.”

“James dear what happened?” Grace asked when she came back to the table and saw the bloody napkins on the table and the one that Wilson had pressed to his lip.

“One of my patients was upset about his son. Can you take Evan so House can stitch up my lip?” Wilson asked as Grace took a seat at the table next to House placing her drink on the table in front of her.

“Of course dear,” Grace replied reaching for Evan as Wilson stood up from his seat waiting for House to join him.

“No daddy stay,” Evan cried clinging to House’s neck and shirt when House tried to pass him to Grace. He started to cry louder and then he started to cough his cold still not out of his system he started to cough harder, his little body shaking with the force.

“Shh it’s okay you can come with us,” House murmured rubbing Evans back trying to calm him down. Evan settled back against him with a few small sniffles against House’s neck as he pressed his face against it again. “Hold on for me,” House instructed softly, as he grabbed his cane. Evan wrapped his arms around House’s neck holding on when House stood up and started to limp towards the door.

“Cameron my office now,” House said walking through the conference room to his office with Wilson and Grace following him.

“Fix Wilson’s lip.” House tossed the thing of super glue and a pair of gloves onto the desk before dropping into his chair.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Cameron muttered rolling her eyes and picking up the items before walking over to the chair where Wilson was sitting. “What happened?” She asked pulling on the gloves before removing the napkin from Wilson’s lip.

“Patient’s father hit me,” Wilson mumbled, his voice muffled a bit while he tried not to move his lips.

“Doesn’t that normally only happen to House? I‘m sure that you didn‘t do anything to deserve it unlike House.”

“His son only has a few days left, and he just needed to blow off some steam.”

“I took my aggression out on my car when my husband was dieing. It really is a shame that the insurance didn’t cover momentary breakdowns,” Cameron said grabbing the thing of antibiotic ointment and rubbing a bit on Wilson’s lip before pulling off her gloves and tossing them in the trash.

“That’s better than decking someone and scaring the shit out of their child,” House muttered, Evan was still clinging to him as if his life depended on it.

“Is he doing any better?” Wilson asked moving from his seat to crouch down in front of where House was sitting.

“Besides the death grip he has on me? I guess he’s okay,” House replied glancing down at Evan who had turned his head a bit to sneak a look at Wilson.

“Hey little guy,” Wilson murmured with a small smile, rubbing his hand over Evan’s back.

“Daddy ouch?” Evan asked letting go of House’s shirt to point at Wilson’s swollen bottom lip.

“Yeah baby. Come here,” Wilson replied holding his hands out to Evan, who pushed off of House letting Wilson pull him into his arms.

“He’s sounding a lot worse,” Wilson said as he stood up with Evan, he could feel the congestion in Evan’s chest with every breath that he took.

“I know. I was thinking about giving him a breathing treatment,” House replied as Wilson sat on the edge of the desk facing him. Evan started to cough again, his little body shaking with the obviously painful force of the cough.

“We probably should before it gets any worse.”

“I’ll go get a Nebulizer and some solution,” Cameron said as she headed for the door, not bothering to wait for them to say anything she headed out of the office to the clinic.

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House woke up with a start a few hours after he and Wilson had gone to bed. He could hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom that was attached to their bedroom. He stretched an arm out towards where Wilson had been to find Wilson’s side of the bed empty. With a small groan House pushed himself up out of the bed and headed to the bathroom.

“What time is it?” Wilson asked when House entered the bathroom. Wilson was sitting on the bench that had been installed in the shower for House to use when he showered. He was naked other than his boxers with Evan resting against his chest in a pair of little swimmers. The hot water was running into the bath tub, not that it was filling the tub it was just filling the bathroom with a thick steam.

“Almost four. How long have you been in here with him?” House asked limping further into the bathroom, the steam making his skin prickle with a light sheen of sweat.

“About an hour. It was too soon for him to have another treatment, so I brought him in here to help his breathing,” Wilson explained stretching his legs out a bit, while he watched House grab a towel and move to the side of the shower switching off the water.

“I’ll take him back to bed with me, you can get dried off and set up his next treatment,” House said lifting Evan from Wilson’s chest and wrapping the towel around him.

“Okay,” Wilson replied. He was too tired to think about anything other than the fastest way back to bed. He grabbed a towel and quickly dried off, stripping his wet boxers onto the floor he grabbed a pair of boxers from his dresser on his way to Evan’s room where the Nebulizer was.

House was curled up in the bed with Evan sleeping against his side, when Wilson came back into the room. He quickly set up the Nebulizer on House’s side of the bed, before going to the other side and climbing in.

“Hopefully he will sleep through it,” Wilson said sleepily as House fitted the mask over Evan’s face and flipped the Nebulizer on. The room was filled with a soft almost purring sound, as the machine came to life filling the mask with a soft vapor of medicine.

“You look like shit. I’ve got him you can go back to sleep.” House’s gentle caress of Wilson’s cheek took the bite out of his words. He carefully leaned over Evan and brushed a kiss against Wilson’s forehead, before moving back to rest against his pillows once again.

“M’kay,” Wilson mumbled, his eyes already closed as he felt House’s hand running through his hair again. He was asleep in a matter of minutes, with his hand resting lightly against House’s stomach.

House stayed awake watching Wilson as he slept, lightly running his fingers through Wilson’s hair. Until the Nebulizer started to sputter, a sign that it needed to be turned off. He reached over switching the machine off before gently slipping the mask off of Evan’s face. Switching the light off, he settled back against his pillows falling back to sleep almost instantly.

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Wilson woke up to the sun shining in his eyes and something jumping on his chest. Opening his eyes he found Evan smiling down at him, from where he had crawled on top of him. Wilson smiled up at him glad to see that he was feeling better. House was still snoring softly next to him, glancing over at the alarm clock Wilson saw that they were already almost two hours late for work.

“I hope you don’t mind that I let myself in.” Wilson jumped a bit at his mothers voice, looking around Evan he found her standing in the doorway of his bedroom.

“Umm no. Would you mind taking him and getting him some breakfast?” Wilson asked a bit awkwardly. His mom knew about his relationship, but at the same time he didn’t exactly feel comfortable with her seeing them in bed together. Even if all they were doing was sleeping, and Evan was in the bed with them.

The buzzing of House’s cell phone cut off whatever Grace might have said. House let out a small groan of annoyance reaching over for it with his eyes still closed he flipped it open and placed it against his ear.

“What?” He mumbled into the phone his voice still deep and scratchy with sleep.

“You were suppose to be in the clinic over an hour ago. Where are you?” Cuddy’s voice was the last thing that he expected to wake up to. So it took him a moment to clear his thoughts, he peaked one eye open glancing over at the alarm clock.

“I’m in bed, with Wilson.” The last part was added almost as an after thought, when he caught sight of Wilson out of the corner of his eye, before letting his eyes drift shut once again.

“I really don’t need to know that. When are you going to be in?” Even though House couldn’t see her he could picture her rubbing at the bridge of her nose trying to keep the impending headache at bay.

“I’m not. I’m sick, send one of the kids to the clinic in my place. Here talk to Wilson.” House didn’t wait for a response before passing the phone to Wilson and pulling the blankets up over his head.

“We have the day off, because Cuddy doesn’t want to deal with you today,” Wilson said once he had hung up the phone and tossed it onto the nightstand.

“Mmm good now let me sleep,” House muttered pulling the blanket down to where it was just below his nose.

“Fine go back to sleep, but she said that you have to make up your clinic hours,” Wilson replied pulling back his blankets and climbing out of the bed still holding onto Evan.

House’s only response was an inarticulate sound as Wilson left the room with Evan, Grace following along after them.

“Is he really sick?” Grace asked once they were in the kitchen and Wilson was buckling Evan into his highchair.

“Probably not, but nether one of us got a lot of sleep. Evan didn’t have a very good night, so we spent most of it up with him,” Wilson replied, while he put together a bottle for Evan and starting a pot of coffee.

“Do you want me to watch him? So that you can go back to bed,” Grace offered taking a seat at the table next to Evan’s highchair.

“Thanks, but I can’t go back to sleep once I wake up in the morning.” Wilson moved to the other chair next to Evan at the table and offered him the bottle that he had made.

“Well, then would you like to work on the nursery with us? Since that’s what I was planning on doing today,” Grace suggested getting up to get a cup of coffee for herself and Wilson, once the maker had clicked off.

“That sounds good. I am going to go take a shower, when I get out I’ll give Evan his next treatment. Then we can start on setting up his room.”

“Go take your shower we will be fine here.” Grace waved her hand back towards his bedroom, urging him to go take his shower.

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Wilson almost slipped in the shower he was so startled when he felt House’s arm slid around his waist. He hadn’t heard the door to the bathroom open or the door to the shower open. He was too caught up in his thoughts, and the sound of the water beating against his head had muffled any other sounds in the bathroom.

“I take it your mom’s here again,” House murmured against his ear, leaving a trail of wet open mouthed kisses from Wilson’s ear to his shoulder and back up again.

“Yeah, she’s watching Evan,” Wilson replied trying not to moan, when House lightly pulled at one of his nipples, his other hand sliding down over his wet stomach to trail over his budding erection.

“That’s good.” House was back to nibbling at Wilson’s neck again, while House’s hands continued to move and tease across his body.

“We can’t,” Wilson gasped out, even though his body was saying other wise. It had been so long since they had a chance to do anything more than a quick kiss before they both passed out from exhaustion.

“We can as long as you’re quite. I locked the door.” House pulled Wilson’s earlobe into his mouth sucking on the tender flesh, while he moved his hand in long, firm strokes over Wilson’s hardened length.

Wilson couldn’t seem to think about anything other than the hot, wet movements of House’s hands on his body. He found himself carefully pushing back against House encouraging him to move things to the next level.

House couldn’t take Wilson grinding back against his erection any longer. The bench was just behind them, so House took the few steps back to it, pulling Wilson along with him. Once he was there he turned Wilson around so that they were face to face, before sitting down on the bench and pulling Wilson astride him.

“Where were you keeping that?” Wilson asked a bit breathlessly, when he noticed the condom that House was in the process of opening.

“It’s a secret,” House said with a wink. He slid the condom on, moving his hands to Wilson’s hips and pulling until Wilson was in position. House carefully pushed inside his movements eased by the water and the lube on the condom.

“Just like the hookers,” Wilson murmured nuzzling at House’s cheek. He was dieing to kiss House, but his lip was too swollen and sore to even think about it.

“There never were any hookers,” House confessed softly, turning the look of shock on Wilson’s face to one of pleasure as he thrust his hips up.

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Twenty minutes later Wilson finally made it back to the kitchen dressed in a pair of old jeans and one of House’s vintage t-shirts. No matter how uncomfortable around his mom he felt at the moment, it was worth it. It had been over two months since the last time he had been able to do anything other than kiss House. He felt good, a little sore, but unbelievably good. Too good to let anything bother him.

“Did you have a nice shower?” Wilson tried not to blush at his mothers question, really he did. But he could still feel it happening the hot prickling sensation spreading up his neck and into his cheeks.

“It was fine.” Wilson didn’t turn from the fridge until he heard her leaving the kitchen with Evan’s bottle of juice.

“Just fine? I don’t think those sounds you were making were your fine sounds,” House murmured against his ear with a smirk, lightly nipping at the shell of Wilson’s ear as he reached around him for a mug off of the counter.

“Shut up,” Wilson hissed elbowing House in the side, as he moved around him to go into the living room.

“So what are we doing today?” House asked taking a seat on the couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table. He pulled his bottle of vicodin out of his pocket popping one of the oval pills into his mouth and rinsing it down with a sip of his coffee.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but me and my mom are going to work on getting Evan’s room set up.”

“Good Evan can help me supervise.”

“In other words help you point at things with your cane,” Wilson muttered passing Evan to House while he went to get the Nebulizer and set it up.

“Hey now, a supervisor is a vital part of any team,” House replied taking the mask from Wilson and gently strapping it over Evan’s face before he switched the machine on.

“He seems to be adjusting to that well,” Grace said raising her voice slightly to be heard over the hiss of the machine.

“It makes him feel better so he doesn’t fight it.” Wilson gently brushed his hand over Evan’s hair, after taking a seat on the couch next to House who was holding Evan.

“Why don’t you guys go start on his room? We’ll be in at some point to take over our supervising responsibilities.” House shifted Evan into a more comfortable position, grabbing the remote off of the couch he switched the TV on, flipping through the channels while Wilson and Grace headed off to Evan’s room.

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Grace stayed for a couple more days until Evan was well enough to return to the hospital daycare. Things returned to normal for the most part. Well, as normal as things ever were for them. A few weeks later House and his team took on a new case that had them all stretched to the wire.

His patient had taken a recent turn for the worse which cause House to not be able to go home for a couple of days. Wilson knew that he probably hadn’t slept while he during the time that he had been at the hospital, since he rarely slept anywhere but in his own bed. That was what had lead him to pack Evan up and go into the hospital on his day off. He had stopped off at a little deli near the hospital and picked up lunch for House and his team, knowing that if House wasn’t eating or sleeping then nether was his team.

“Daddy,” Evan called out bouncing with excitement in his stroller as Wilson wheeled him into House’s office.

“Well, aren’t you a good little wife.”

“Yeah well, the whole husband thing didn’t work for me. So I figured I would give this one a try.”

House didn’t say anything in response to that. They both knew Wilson’s track record when it came to relationships. He just had to hope that this time it would be different, that Wilson wouldn’t get bored and cheat on him.

“What are you guys up to today?” House asked lifting Evan up out of his stroller, smiling as Evan put his little hands on each side of House’s face squishing his lips together as he leaned in to kiss him on the nose.

“Nothing much. Evan has been asking about you all morning, so I figured we would come by and bring food and a change of clothes for you,” Wilson replied grinning as House made his way across the office to stand in front of him, with Evan perched on his hip.

House sat Evan down before wrapping his arms around Wilson’s waist, pulling the younger man against him, pressing his face against Wilson’s neck. Taking a deep breath simply breathing him in, as he held onto him.

“I think your team is watching,” Wilson said softly, his lips pressed against House’s ear. He could see House’s team in the conference room. They seemed to be taking turns peaking into House’s office to see what was going on. Thankfully the rest of the blinds to House’s office were closed so they weren’t completely on display.

“At this point I don’t care. I am so tired and I deserve a few moments of peace. They’re just jealous because you look really hot in those jeans,” House muttered tightening his arms around Wilson and pressing his lips against the soft skin just above Wilson’s t-shirt.

“I wore them just for you,” Wilson replied with a soft chuckle, running his fingers lightly through House’s hair.

“Daddy’s sleepy,” Evan said using Wilson’s leg to pull himself up into a standing position, and then taking a few wobbly steps around them. He still wasn’t walking yet, but he was getting braver when it came to taking his steps.

“Where are you going?” House asked letting Wilson go enough to look down at where Evan was taking a few hesitant steps between them.

“Walkin daddy,” Evan replied smiling up at him, as he let go of Wilson’s leg and took a few steps towards House’s desk. When he didn’t fall he took a few more until he was standing next to House’s desk, reaching up he grabbed the over sized ball off of it, dropping to the floor with a cushioned plop to play with his newest conquer.

“Did you just see that?” Wilson asked his pride and excitement evident in his voice, while he continued to watch Evan waiting to see if he was going to do it again.

“Yeah, he finally got the whole left right thing down.”

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“I didn’t know what you guys liked so I just got a bit of everything,” Wilson said setting the bag of food onto the table.

“Thank you. I didn’t think I could handle another meal from the cafeteria.” Chase grabbed the bag pulling out the items and setting them on the table as his stomach growled.

“Well, it’s not totally a self less offer. Do you guys think you can handle things without House for awhile?” Wilson asked, setting the bag with the drinks in it on the table next to where Chase was dividing up the food.

“Of course.” Cameron sounded a bit too eager as she claimed a salad and bottle of ice tea for herself.

“Take him home,” Chase agreed, just as eagerly grabbing a club sandwich and a bottle of coke.

“We can page him if we need him.” Foreman was the last to speak up grabbing the turkey sandwich that was left and a bottle of tea.

“You know I would be really hurt, if I didn’t think my odds of getting lucky just went up,” House said from the doorway, his voice making his team almost choke on their food. Wilson simply rolled his eyes, smiling his thanks to House’s staff before taking Evan from House and buckling him back into his stroller.

“Come on House we’re going home. They will page you if they need you,” Wilson called, holding the door to House’s office open, while he waited for House to grab his bag and join them.

“So just how good are my chances of getting lucky?” House asked, lightly running his hand down Wilson’s back, giving his ass a quick squeeze as they made their way to the elevator.

“Depends on if you’re good and take your nap,” Wilson replied, letting out a small sigh of relief that they had made it to the elevator without anyone seeing them. House really needed to learn to keep his hands to himself when they were at work.

“Sleep is overrated, sex is what I need,” House muttered, taking advantage of the canopy on Evan’s stroller. He backed Wilson up against the wall of the elevator plastering his body against the other man’s as he leaned in drawing Wilson into a hard demanding kiss. Pulling back just as the elevator doors opened, he pushed the stroller out a very flustered Wilson following along after him.

Daddies, or the baby fic, part two

2006-05-22T04:54:50Z

This is part two, I'm just randomly cutting these into parts. :)

They both held things together when the lady from social services showed up. House passed Evan to her along with his diaper bag. That was it. Evan was gone from their life just as fast as he had come into it. House could tell that Wilson was starting to break down, he hadn’t moved from the recliner where he had been sitting with Evan. House didn’t bother to ask Wilson before he picked up the phone and called Cuddy telling her that Wilson was sick and he was taking him home. Surprisingly enough Cuddy didn’t argue with him, she just gave them both the rest of the day off.

House didn’t bother Wilson as they made their way home, he just sat silently in the drivers seat carefully maneuvering them across the icy roads to their apartment. The silence hung in the air as they entered the apartment Wilson heading straight to their bedroom.

House went to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge, downing the whole thing in three long pulls. He didn’t know what to say or what to do for Wilson. He knew he was hurting. House also knew that this was a bad idea from the beginning he never should have suggested that they keep the baby. He never should have gotten as attached to Evan as he had. They only had Evan for a month, but he knew how attached to him Wilson had become in that short amount of time.

He grabbed his cane from where he had leaned it against the kitchen counter, before he slowly made his way down the hall towards the bedroom. He didn’t say anything as he walked around the bed leaning his cane against the nightstand as he silently stripped down to his boxers before climbing into the bed.

Wilson was already in the bed curled up on his side, his clothes strewn in a pile on the floor. Another sign that showed just how upset Wilson really was, he never left his clothes on the floor, even on the nights that he was exhausted. He still found the energy to hang up his suit, put away his tie and put his dress shirt and undershirt in the hamper. Not today though.

House slid his hand across the bed lightly touching Wilson’s back, but not making any move to do more than that. He didn’t want to push Wilson he simply wanted to let him know he was there, when or if he needed him. Wilson didn’t waste any time in rolling over and closing the small distance between them, he carefully wrapped his body around the older man’s, burying his face against his neck.

“We should probably take Evan’s stuff to a children’s shelter or something,” Wilson murmured against House’s neck a few moments later. House stiffened a bit at the reality of what Wilson was saying. Evan really was gone and they couldn’t do anything about it.

“Yeah I guess,” House replied after clearing his throat, he didn’t want to think about this anymore. So he closed his eyes forcing his mind to concentrate on the feeling of Wilson’s body against his. Not that it lasted very long when he felt a slight moisture against his neck. His mind shoved him back to the reason why Wilson was crying softly against his neck and the reason why they were in bed at one in the afternoon.

They must have drifted off to sleep at some point because the next thing House knew their alarm was going off. He limply reached his arm out hitting the snooze button, as he looked down at Wilson who was still sleeping soundly against his side.

“James,” House whispered, lightly running his fingers over Wilson’s cheek feeling the slight rasp of his five o’ clock shadow.

“Mmm morning,” Wilson mumbled snuggling in a bit closer to House as he pressed a small kiss against House’s neck.

“It wasn’t a dream was it?” Wilson asked a few moments later, once his mind had cleared away the last remnants of sleep.

“No it wasn’t. You feel like going into work or do you want to play hooky?” House asked softly, as he turned over on his side so that he could see Wilson’s face.

“There’s no point in us staying here all day. Besides Cuddy will kill you if you miss anymore of your clinic hours,” Wilson replied with a small humorless chuckle as he looked everywhere but at House. This would all be a lot easier if he just pretended like nothing had happened. He could go back to their usual banter and pretend like he wasn’t hurting on the inside. Even though he knew that House would see right through that.

“Cuddy just likes having a reason to yell at me I think it turns her on,” House muttered with a smirk, as he carefully turned Wilson’s face so that he had to look at him. “It’s going to be okay. This will all work out some how. Now get your ass out of bed so that we can get a shower and get to work on time,” House said the last part with a grin as he leaned forward lightly kissing Wilson before he rolled away from him grabbing his bottle of vicodin and downing one of the pills climbing out of bed and limping towards the bathroom.

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“Excuse me I’m uh looking for Dr. House.” House looked up to find a man that looked like he was in his late teens maybe early twenties. He was fairly tall but not quite as tall as House with floppy brown hair and bluish green eyes.

“You found him,” House said from his position at the whiteboard his team was scattered out at the conference room table. They had been in the middle of a differential diagnosis’s on their latest patient. A 16 year old boy with unexplained weight loss, fever, and now had sores starting on various parts of his body.

“I was told that you were the one that was taking care of my son Evan. I was wondering if I could umm talk to you about something.” House tried not to let his surprise show when the kid explained who he was. It had been two weeks since social services had taken Evan back to be with his father and now his father was standing in front of him. It all seemed like some sort of twisted joke.

“Sure, just let me finish this up first,” House replied before turning his attention back to his team. “Get a CT, blood gas, and run a full blood and urine panel,” House instructed his team, before grabbing his cane and limping towards his office motioning for Evan’s father to follow him.

“You wanted to talk,” House inquired once they were both seated in his office. He had decided he was going to listen to whatever the kid had to say, before he made any decisions about him.

“I wanted to meet you and your uh friend if that’s okay, before I decided anything. I didn’t even know that Mary was pregnant, and then there was a cop showing up at my door almost a year later telling me I have a son. My mom made me take him back, she said it wasn’t right for anyone else to be raising my flesh and blood. I didn’t realize how much work he would be, and my mom doesn’t want to help anymore. I have a full scholarship to go to NYU, I start back in a few days. I can’t finish college with a baby. I’m not even ready to have a baby yet. I guess what I am trying to say is that I want you and your friend to take him. I mean if you want him,” Evan’s dad rambled it all out in one long breath finally meeting House’s eyes as he said the last part.

“I’ll have to talk to my friend, as you like to call him, but I’m sure that we can come up with something. Do you want to meet him and then grab some lunch?” House asked grabbing his cane and pulling himself up out of his chair, before heading towards the door.

“Sure,” Evan’s dad replied a bit hesitantly as he followed House out of the office.

“This is my friend Dr. James Wilson, Wilson I would like you to meet Evan’s dad. I never did get your name,” House started to introduce them as they entered Wilson’s office before he turned to Evan’s dad realizing he had never found out what his name was.

“It’s Mathew Markson,” Mathew replied holding his hand out to Wilson when he stood up behind his desk.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Wilson said shaking the younger man’s hand, he briefly met House’s eyes before turning his attention back to Mathew.

“You too. Did you want to talk now or over lunch?” Mathew asked looking from House to Wilson and back again. His nerves were starting to get the best of him, even though he knew that this was the best thing for his son.

“Over lunch I’m starving. Come on Jimmy you’re buying us lunch,” House said as he held the door open for Mathew to exit the room in front of them. House squeezed Wilson’s hand as he walked by trying to silently let him know that it was all going to be okay.

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“As I was telling Dr. House I have a full scholarship to NYU, I start back in a few days. Anyways to make a long story short I want you two to have Evan. I mean I want him to be your son, and maybe if it was okay with you I could stop by every once in awhile to see him. Not as his father or anything just as a family friend. You guys would be his father, fathers or however that works,” Mathew explained once they were settled at a table in the cafeteria with their food in front of them.

“Are you sure about this?” Wilson asked, not wanting to get his hopes up just for Mathew to change his mind at the last minute.

“Yes, I can’t take care of him. If you guys don’t want him then I am going to have to find someone else. Social services told me that you wanted him and that you took really good care of him, so I wanted him to be with you,” Mathew replied while picking idly at his lunch before finally looking up to meet Wilson’s eyes.

“We do want him. I just wanted to make sure that this is really what you want,” Wilson said softly trying to give Mathew an out if he needed it. He wasn’t exactly sure what to think of Mathew, and he didn’t want to get his hopes up until Evan was really theirs.

“This is what I want. I have a friend of mine watching him downstairs, we could do all of this now if you want to,” Mathew offered as he pushed his lunch away from him, not really having much of an appetite anymore.

“Yeah, now would be good,” Wilson replied standing up from the table after a quick look at House. He stacked the remainder of their food onto one of the trays tossing it in the trash before following House and Mathew out of the cafeteria.

“House why aren’t you in the clinic?” Cuddy asked stopping them just as they stepped out of the elevator.

“Something came up,” House replied as he moved around her following Mathew as he lead the way to one of the waiting areas.

“Right and it’s probably the same something that came up yesterday and the day before,” Cuddy said sarcastically as she followed along beside him, her heels clicking on the floor as she increased her stride to keep up with him.

“This is important. Tell her Wilson,” House said over his shoulder to Wilson, who was following directly behind them.

“It is. He will be in the clinic in about an hour, and he will make up his missed time,” Wilson replied ignoring the glare House sent him, when he said that he would make up his missed time.

“Hey I didn’t agree to that,” House whined speeding up a bit to try and out run Cuddy. Not that it worked, she could move surprisingly fast for someone in four inch heels.

“Dr. House you have an hour that’s it. Then I want you in the clinic,” Cuddy said with a look that clearly implied that she would make his life a living hell if he wasn‘t.

“I told you she wanted me,” House muttered with a smirk only loud enough for Wilson to hear him, as Wilson sped up a bit so that he was walking in step with House.

“Was that your boss?” Mathew asked, not really sure what to make of the whole exchange he had just witnessed.

“No. She’s just a stripper that likes to pretend she runs this place. I play along for the free lap dances,” House replied dropping his voice a bit on the last part, as if he was sharing a secret he didn’t want anyone to over hear.

“He’s just messing with you ,” Wilson interjected when he saw that Mathew actually seemed to believe what House was telling him.

“Of course I am. Cuddy could never make it as a stripper she’s too uptight,” House said with a wave of his hand in the general direction of Cuddy’s office.

“House…” Wilson trailed off when he heard a “Da” looking up he found Evan just across the way from them, bouncing in his stroller. His little chubby arms raised up to them as they approached, Wilson couldn’t help but smile at his little toothless grin.

“Hey little guy,” Wilson said softly, as he squatted in front of Evan’s stroller. His smile growing to a full fledge grin, when Evan reached for him calling out another “Da” when he saw House over Wilson’s shoulder.

Wilson unbuckled the stroller lifting Evan up out of it, before carefully standing back up to his full height. He turned to House with a grin as Evan settled happily in his arms, his little hands grabbing a hold of Wilson’s hand.

“You been terrorizing the nurses like I taught you?” House asked a small smile tugging at his lips when Evan let go of Wilson’s hand to grab his when he lifted his hand to run it over Evan’s head.

“Looks like I made the right choice,” Mathew said softly from behind them reminding them that he was still there and that they still needed to sign the papers and figure everything out. “He hasn’t been this happy the whole time I’ve had him,” Mathew explained when House and Wilson turned around Evan still holding onto both of their hands.

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House headed down to the clinic, once everything regarding Evan was settled. They had signed all of the papers making Evan legally theirs and they had also given Mathew their home address before he had left. He had promised to stay in touch and call before he stopped by. He kissed Evan’s cheek one final time and then he was gone.

Wilson had decided to stay in House’s office with Evan, since his afternoon was free. He had blocked the time out for paper work, but he could easily work on that while Evan was sleeping.

House hadn’t said anything about it other than to complain about having to go to the clinic. He knew that Wilson was still adjusting to everything that had happened. If he had things his way then he would have taken Wilson and Evan home, instead of going to the stupid clinic.

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Wilson walked into the conference room with Evan in his arms the diaper bag swung over his shoulder. He had just started working on Evan’s bottle when Foreman came back from running the latest round of tests that House had ordered.

“Where’s House?” Foreman asked dropping into one of the seats at the table. He didn’t question Wilson having Evan again. He had figured that would end up happening after that kid had shown up earlier to talk to House.

“In the clinic, doing his hours before Cuddy kills him,” Wilson replied glancing over his shoulder at Foreman before going back to making Evan’s bottle.

“So in other words he’s catching up on his soaps in one of the empty exam rooms,” Foreman said with a small grin, picking up one of the medical journals that he had been reading earlier.

“Yeah, probably,” Wilson said with a small chuckle, shifting Evan in his arms and offering him the bottle that he had just made.

“How do you put up with him?” Foreman asked boldly after he had finished reading the journal. He didn’t really expect a straight answer, but it was worth a try.

“What do you mean?” Wilson knew exactly what Foreman meant but he was going to make him work for it if he really wanted an answer.

“Well, you are so uh well, good and nice. And House is anything but.”

“I’m not as good and nice as you all may think. Besides House isn’t really that bad once you get to know him,” Wilson said softly not quite meeting Foreman’s eyes, before he turned his attention back to Evan.

“My ears are burning. Are you telling Foreman about that thing I can do with my tongue?” House asked enjoying the brief look of terror that crossed Foreman’s face

“I thought you were suppose to be in the clinic,” Wilson replied ignoring House’s comment, sometimes there wasn’t any point in trying to get House to behave.

“I was, but Cuddy found out about Evan from one of the nurses. So she said that we could take the rest of the afternoon off. Now come on before she changes her mind.” House was grinning like a little kid that had just gotten away with a cookie before dinner, as he nodded his head towards the door.

“What about our patient?” Foreman asked reminding them that he was still in the room with them.

“He’s stable. You can page me if that changes,” House replied rolling his eyes at Foreman before turning his attention back to Wilson. “You ready to go?” House asked taking Evan from Wilson.

“Yeah, just let me grab my bag.”

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“Why are you so against me cooking?” Wilson asked grabbing a thing of diapers and wipes off of the shelf before pushing the cart down the isle a bit.

“Why do you want to cook dinner so bad?” House asked making faces at Evan while Wilson tossed various baby items into the cart.

They had gotten rid of most of the things that they had bought for Evan after they had been forced to give him back. Wilson had kept the play pen and a few of the outfits that they had bought for him. He had figure that they would need them at some point, if they decided to pursue adopting another child.

“I just thought it would be nice.”

“Nice like the last time you cooked? I still don’t know how you managed to ruin the spaghetti. All you had to do was open a jar and dump it on some pasta,” House responded shooting Wilson a disbelieving look over his shoulder.

“It wasn’t that bad, but fine if you want to be that way. We can get a ready made chicken or something,” Wilson said rolling his eyes at House before turning his attention back to the display of baby food in front of him.

“Oh I just remembered we need condoms and lube,” House said a lot louder than Wilson would have liked considering the lady that was just to the right of them. She had been giving them odd looks since she came down the isle, and now she was glaring at them after House’s comment.

“Do you have to be that loud? They’re right over there. Go get them and be quiet,” Wilson instructed waving his hand in the general direction of the section that was towards the end of and on the other side of the isle they were on.

“I think he’s ashamed of me,” House said to Evan who was buckled into a baby seat that was attached to their grocery cart. Evan gave him a big toothless grin, before going back to chewing on his hand.

“I am not ashamed of you. I just don’t feel like dealing with stupid people right now,” Wilson murmured rubbing his hand lightly across House’s back before the other man headed off down the isle.

“I wonder whose idea it was to put the condoms and baby supplies on the same isle,” House mused as he dropped the condoms and lube into the back of the cart.

“It never made any sense to me,” Wilson muttered dropping a few jars of baby food into the cart, letting out a small sigh of annoyance when House went through all of the ones that he had picked out.

“Don‘t get this one, he doesn‘t like it.” House made a face at the jar of baby food before tossing it at Wilson.

“By he doesn’t like it, do you mean you don’t like it?” Wilson set the jar of food back onto the shelf, pushing the cart down the isle to get the rest of their food.

“I ate his food once, that‘s it,” House muttered following Wilson down the isle, he made a point of putting his arm around Wilson as they passed the lady that was still watching them. He gave her a big grin making sure she saw him when he grabbed Wilson’s ass. She gave him a look of disgust, heading in the opposite direction.

“I really wish you wouldn’t do that,” Wilson said once House had stepped away from him. He knew that House liked to push the envelope, when it came to people that didn’t approve of their relationship. But now it wasn’t just about them. They had Evan to think about, and there was no way of knowing how someone would react when House decided to pull one of his stunts.

“She had it coming,” House whined much like a reprimanded child, as he tossed a box of cookies into the cart behind Wilson’s back.

“Probably so, but you can’t keep screwing with people. Just lay off when we have Evan with us okay?” Wilson asked rolling his eyes as House tossed another thing of cookies into the cart. The man really could act like a child sometimes, not that he minded. He knew that House would keep them young for the next thirty some odd years.

Odd flashes of him chasing House while he terrorized their retirement community, were interrupted by House’s muttered reply. “Yes mom.”

Wilson didn’t bother with a reply, as he headed towards the deli. House following along and tossing random things into the cart as they passed the end caps. Not that they needed any of the things. House just liked to toss things off of the end caps into the cart, and Wilson had given up on trying to stop him.

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House and Wilson had come up with a routine that worked for the most part. The first few weeks of having Evan back had been kind of rocky, but now things were running a lot more smoothly. Evan was about ten months old now, and crawling around getting into just about everything.

“He’s sick,” Wilson announced when he entered House’s office pushing Evan’s stroller, where Evan was sleeping soundly.

“Really? So that’s why I was up till three in the morning with him,” House said with more than a little bit of sarcasm in his voice. He was tired and not in the mood to deal with anyone at this point. That was why he was camped out in his office. He wasn’t even scheduled for the clinic, so he was considering a nap before Wilson came in.

“I mean he’s too sick to stay at the daycare. They said he can’t come back till his fevers gone, and I have a patient in ten minutes.” Wilson pushed the stroller over next to House’s desk and clicked the brakes down. He really did feel bad about House not getting any sleep the night before, but House had told him to go back to bed every time that he had tried to get up to help, so he had just stopped asking.

“I am still trying to figure out your point in telling me all of this,” House muttered stifling a yawn as he propped his feet up on the desk. He really needed another cup of coffee, but the coffee pot was just too far away. Wilson could get it for him. It was only fair since he had let him sleep the night before, so really it was Wilson’s fault that he was so damn tired.

“I have a patient, you don’t. There for you get to watch Evan,” Wilson replied setting the diaper bag on House’s desk, and quickly checking it to make sure everything that House might need was in it.

“Fine, but you have to get me another cup of coffee,” House instructed thrusting his red coffee mug out for Wilson to take. Wilson muttered something about not being his sectary before taking the mug and heading off to the conference room to get House’s coffee.

“Maybe we should call my mom,” Wilson suggested after passing House his now full cup of coffee, and dropping into one of the chairs across from House’s desk.

“Why?” House asked almost choking on his coffee at Wilson’s suggestion. He would have rather called his mom, if they were going to call anyone’s mom. Too bad his mom was on a cruise to the South of France for the next month with his dad.

“He’s probably going to have the fever for a few days, and we can’t keep him with us the whole time,” Wilson explained as if he was talking to a small child. His mother was their only choice for child care at the moment, and House knew that. He was just being an ass about it.

“So you want your mommy to come and take care of everything. I always knew you were a momma’s boy.” House grinned at Wilson before taking another sip of his coffee grimacing as the hot liquid burned his tongue, but he was too tired to care.

“I don’t want her to take care of everything, but we are going to need someone to watch him. So what’s wrong with him spending some time with his Grandmother?” Wilson asked chuckling softly at the faces House was making as he continued to drink the coffee even though it was obviously too hot.

“Oh I don’t know. Maybe the fact that your mother hates me, and blames me for all of your failed marriages,” House muttered glaring at his cup of coffee before dropping it onto his desk, and turning his attention back to Wilson.

“She doesn’t hate you or blame you. She was just a bit shocked by how our relationship has changed. I think everyone was, including us,” Wilson replied his voice softening on the last part.

The beginning of their relationship hadn’t gone smoothly at all. They had both been filled with fear of what others might think, fear of what they felt, and what it all meant. They had spent a lot of time avoiding each other and how they felt. Until it got to the point that they couldn’t take it anymore, and had finally decided to not worry what anyone else wanted or how they felt about their relationship.

“Fine, call your mom, but make sure you get her a hotel room. I don’t want her to keep me from walking around naked,” House relented after a moment of consideration, it was either let her come for a visit or try to get Cuddy to let him take the time off. He highly doubted that Cuddy would give him the time off no matter the reason, she was still pissed about his latest stunt.

“You don’t walk around naked now,” Wilson countered rolling his eyes, he knew that House was just trying to make up a reason for his mom not to stay with them.

“Yeah, but I have the option.”

“Okay, I’ll get her a room in a hotel by the apartment.”

“Good, now go play with your little bald children. Switch my TV on, on your way out. It’s time for General Hospital,” House instructed waving his hand at his TV that was on the shelf in front of him.

“What am I your maid now?” Wilson muttered, as he switched the TV on and turned it to the right channel.

“Thank you sweetie,” House said in an overly sweet tone of voice as he batted his eyelashes at Wilson.

“Jackass,” Wilson muttered shaking his head as he headed out of the office and back to his own.

Daddies, or the baby fic, part one.

2006-05-22T04:49:37Z

I tried to clean this story up a bit, mostly to help with the flow. I am going to go ahead and post the whole thing in probably two different posts. Mostly because it was hard to find all of the parts and I realized some of them weren't even on here. My goal is to hopefully finish this story up with a few more pages, any ideas are welcomed. :D

“Do you ever think about having kids?” Wilson asked as the credits from the O.C rolled on the screen, before reaching forward to grab his beer off the coffee table.

“No. Why?” House asked not bothering to look at Wilson as he started flipping through the channels in search of something else to watch.

“I was uh thinking about it the other day and I think I want to have a baby,” Wilson replied a bit hesitantly before taking a long pull from his beer.

“Sorry I can’t help you with that.” House muttered still not really paying attention to Wilson as he continued to flip through the channels. He finally stopped on a rerun of that days General Hospital, Cuddy had taken his TV before he could finish watching it.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I was thinking about adoption,” Wilson explained with a soft nervous chuckle.

“You’re really serious about this aren’t you?” House asked finally looking away from the TV to look at Wilson.

“Yeah. I mean it has always been a part of my plan. I don’t see why it should change now,” Wilson replied softly trying not to squirm under the intensity of House’s gaze.

“Are you sure you don’t just want to find wife number four? It might be easier,” House asked shifting into a more comfortable position on the couch when he realized that Wilson wasn’t going to give this topic up.

“Nah, you’re better than any wife I might find,” Wilson murmured with a grin punctuating his words by dipping his head and claming House’s lips in a slow lazy kiss.

“Will you at least think about it?” Wilson asked when they parted his hand cupping House’s cheek running his thumb across his bottom lip.

“Fine, but I’m not making any promises,” House replied before pulling Wilson into another kiss affectively ending the conversation.

They had been together for the past six months, since Wilson‘s divorce from Julie. House refused to acknowledge that he was the cause of said divorce. Wilson had stopped even flirting with the nurses. House had called him on it once he had noticed and Wilson had said that he wasn’t looking for anyone else.

House wasn’t really sure if he was ready to take on a baby as a part of their lives. No one at the hospital even knew they were together and somehow he didn’t think that would last once they adopted a baby together. On the other hand if this was something that Wilson really wanted then he should at least give it a shot, Wilson deserved that much.

As Wilson settled back to watch the TV again his head resting against House’s shoulder. House decided that he wouldn’t fight it if Wilson brought the idea of adoption up again.

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House made his way back to his office ignoring the questioning stares. He wasn’t going to complain about babysitting if it got him out of clinic duty. Well, actually he was already done for the day and he had to convince Cuddy to let him keep the baby till the cops showed up. Not that he was going to tell anyone that.

It had been a week since Wilson had brought up adoption, and he had spent that week dropping little hints about it to House. As he shifted the small baby against his chest he realized a baby might not be all that bad he was actually kind of cute. He wasn’t shocked to find Wilson waiting in his usual chair as he limped into the room.

“Here you’re the one that wanted to play daddy,” House said handing the little boy to a very surprised Wilson. He dropped the diaper bag on his desk, before limping over to his chair.

“Where did he come from?” Wilson asked looking from House to the baby and back again.

“You see when a man and a woman love each other they…” House started before Wilson cut him off with an exasperated sigh.

“Did you take him from the nursery?” Wilson asked almost afraid of the answer, but the baby was kind of big for a newborn.

“No. His mom left him in the clinic and Cuddy said I was responsible for him until the cops showed up. So I figured I would let you get a feel for what having a baby is really like,” House replied carefully leaving out the part about him asking Cuddy to keep him until the cops showed up.

“So does this mean you’re considering what we talked about?” Wilson asked trying not to sound to hopeful as he shifted the small baby in his arms.

“I guess you could say that,” House replied with a small smile tugging at his lips, as he watched Wilson play with the little boy.

“Dr. House this officer is here to see you,” Cameron said entering the office followed by a middle aged short stocky man dressed in a police mans uniform.

“Is this the baby that we got the report about?” Officer McNamara asked nodding his head towards the baby that Wilson had cradled against his chest.

“Well since it’s the only baby here. I would say yes,” House replied as he set his cane down to rest against the side of his desk.

“The report says that his mother left him in the exam room with you. Is that correct?” McNamara asked ignoring House’s sarcastic comment.

“Yeah. She said she was running to the ladies room. When she didn’t come back I sent one of the nurses in to look for her and she was gone,” House replied as the officer made a few notes on his notepad.

“Did she tell you how old the baby is?”

“Sixteen weeks.”

“Alright. Do you remember what the mother looked like?”

“She seemed pretty young maybe 18, about 5’7 slim build with shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes.” House listed off her description with a shrug, keeping an eye on Wilson. Maybe letting him hold onto the baby wasn’t such a good idea. He seemed to be getting awfully attached to the baby.

“What’s going to happen to him?” Wilson asked bouncing the baby lightly in his arms when he started to fuss.

“I’ll take him to a children’s shelter for tonight. Then it will probably take social services a few weeks to place him in a home. With the holidays and all,” Officer McNamara replied with a bit of a sad shrug, he moved to stand in front of Wilson. He paused briefly before reaching for the baby, House watched as Wilson hesitated before handing the baby over. He would probably regret it later actually he knew he would, but Wilson was worth it.

“What if we kept him until you found a home for him?” House found himself asking before he thought about. Wilson turned to him a look of shock and gratefulness shining in his eyes. Cameron let out a small gasp, from behind them making House remember that she was still in the room.

“I guess that could work, I would need to get all of your information. Plus social services will probably want to come by and check out where you live.” The baby started to cry as Officer McNamara passed him to House the baby settled down almost instantly as House settled him against his chest.

“He seems to like you,” Officer McNamara remarked with a small smile as he passed a form to Wilson to sign.

“What can I say I’m a real people person,” House replied, ignoring Wilson’s chuckle at the comment.

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“They gave House a baby?” Foreman asked the disbelief evident in his voice as he watched House in his office sitting at his desk with the baby. He could hear the small trickles of music coming from the office even though the door was closed.

“Actually they gave House and Wilson a baby until they find a home for him,” Cameron replied with a shrug sticking her things in her bag.

“They gave them the baby as in together together?” Chase asked looking through the glass as Wilson entered the office with his coat on and his bag over his shoulder.

“I guess so,” Cameron replied as she grabbed her jacket and pulled it on before turning back to Chase and Foreman. “You guys want to grab a drink?” She asked grabbing her bag from the table.

“A drink would be good right now,” Foreman replied as he grabbed his jacket and stuck his stuff in his bag before swinging it over his shoulder.

“I’m game,” Chase agreed grabbing his stuff and following Foreman and Chase out of the office.

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After Wilson had taken Officer McNamara to Cuddy’s office so that he could get a copy of House and Wilson’s background checks faxed to social services. He headed back to House’s office once everything had been okayed by both social services and McNamara.

“We’re good to go. Someone from social services will be by tomorrow to check out the apartment and to give us all of the paper work,” Wilson said as he entered the office his coat on and his bag over his shoulder.

“Damn I guess I am going to have to hide my porn stash,” House replied with a smirk, snagging his cane from where it rested against the side of the desk.

Wilson simply rolled his eyes moving to stand in front of House and taking the baby so that House could stand up. He was starting to find it strange that the baby didn’t seem to have a name. House hadn’t bothered to check for the baby’s name on the chart until after the mother had left. It didn’t really come as a surprise that there wasn’t a name for the baby or the mother. Which lead Wilson to wonder how that had gotten past the nurses in the first place.

“Did you get a car seat?” House asked as they stepped out of the elevator heading towards Wilson’s car.

“Yeah, Cuddy let me use one of the loaner ones from maternity,” Wilson replied unlocking the doors with a touch of a button. As he made his way to the backdoor to fasten the baby into his seat.

“We should probably stop at the store to pick up a few thing for him. At the very least we are going to need diapers, formula and somewhere for him to sleep,” Wilson commented as he pulled out of the parking lot heading towards their apartment.

“I knew this was just a reason for you to get me to go shopping,” House replied with a smirk as he leaned back in his seat.

“Damn, you figured out my plan.”

Wilson continued down the road a short ways before pulling into the parking lot of a babies r us. He quickly pulled into a parking spot by the door, and shut off the engine.

“Do you want to wait here? Or come in?” Wilson asked as he unclipped his seat belt and opened his door, swinging his legs out of the car while he waited for House to answer.

“We’ll come in. That way I can stay on your ass and we won’t be here all night,” House replied grabbing his cane before climbing out of the car.

“Yes because spending my night in a baby store is my idea of a good time,” Wilson muttered as he climbed out of the car and opened the back door.

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“I really don’t know how someone so small could need all of this shit,” House muttered as he followed Wilson through the store. Wilson had already put a few things of formula, bottles, diapers, and wipes plus a new car seat into the cart, and now they were headed to find a play pen or basinet for the baby to sleep in.

“They don’t need most of it, their parents just buy it to try and prove how much they love their child,” Wilson replied as they stopped in front of the shelf that held the various types of play pens.

“That’s just stupid. Get that one,” House instructed pointing the tip of his cane at the pack and play three in one.

“Okay now we just need to get him some clothes and then we’re done,” Wilson said after he had lifted one of the pack and plays into the cart.

“You just keep adding to the list,” House grumbled as he followed Wilson back over to the clothing area.

“I am only getting things that we will need. He only has what he’s wearing and one outfit in his bag, he needs more than that,” Wilson replied as he grabbed a few packs of onesies and a couple of outfits tossing them into the cart before heading for the check out.

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After about a half hour of House and Wilson trying to figure out how to put the play pen together Wilson finally convinced House to look at the directions. Another half hour later the play pen was assembled and the baby was sleeping soundly in it in the guest room.

“What’s in the bag?” Wilson asked when House pulled out the bag that he had wondered off to buy while Wilson was waiting in line.

“My new toy,” House replied with the excitement of a little kid on Christmas morning as he pulled out a box with two baby monitors in it.

“You do realize that those are not walkie talkies right?” Wilson asked as he clipped the tags off of one of the outfits they had bought, before tossing it in the pile with the rest.

“Why must you always try to ruin my fun? I know what they are, we stick this one in the room with the baby and we keep this one with us. That way I can wake you up when he’s crying then switch it off and go back to sleep,” House replied with a grin as he set up all of the wires and put in the batteries, before tossing the one that was suppose to go in the baby’s room to Wilson. “Go in the kitchen and cry into that, I want to see if it works,” House instructed as he switched the monitor in his hand on.

“Fine, but I’m not crying into it,” Wilson muttered as he got up and headed into the kitchen. He muttered a quick “test, test” into the baby monitor before going back into the living room.

“You are just so original,” House muttered as Wilson dropped onto the couch next to him and handed the baby monitor back to him. Wilson rolled his eyes leaning back against the couch while he waited for House to finish clipping the tags off of his pile of baby clothes.

“I’m going to bed, you’re taking too long,” Wilson said a few minutes later, as he stood up stretching out the kinks in his back.

“I’m done,” House announced shoving his pile of baby clothes over to where Wilson’s pile was. He gave Wilson a smirk as he grabbed his cane pulling himself up off of the couch taking a few limping steps closing the distance between him and Wilson.

“You’re going to do those in the morning,” Wilson murmured against House’s lips pulling back with a smirk before House could deepen the kiss. He grabbed the baby monitor off of the couch quietly heading into the guest room. He set it up on the small table next to the play pen, before heading back across the hall to his bedroom.

“You know we should probably come up with a name for him. Unless you want to keep calling him the baby?” House commented when Wilson came back into the bedroom, setting the baby monitor on the bedside table.

“Did you have any names in mind?” Wilson asked as he pulled his suit off hanging up his jacket and pants, before putting his dress shirt and undershirt in the hamper.

“How about Evan?” House suggested as Wilson climbed into the bed next to him and switched off the light plunging the room into darkness.

“That’s my middle name.”

“Nah really?” House asked sarcastically, as he moved over on the bed, so that he was sprawled out halfway on top of Wilson.

“Fine, Evan it is. Night Greg,” Wilson murmured sleepily as he brushed his lips against House’s temple before drifting off to sleep.

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House carefully pulled himself up into a sitting position scrubbing his hand over his face as he tried to figure out what it was that had woken him up. His eyes were drawn to the baby monitor, when he heard the muted crying coming through the speaker. He quickly reached out switching the monitor off, to keep from waking Wilson up. He pulled the blankets back and climbed out of the bed, leaving his cane where it was as he limped across the hall to the guest room.

“Shh you’ll wake Wilson up and he needs his beauty sleep, believe me you do not want to see him without it. So why are you up at three in the morning? Got the munchies?” House asked Evan as he picked him up grabbing one of the bottles and the container of formula on his way to the kitchen.

“You don’t talk much do you? I get it you’re more of the strong silent type. I never was a big fan of talking,” House continued as he leaned against the kitchen counter with Evan against his chest. While they waited for the water to boil to heat Evan’s bottle up with.

“I hope this stuff tastes better than it smells,” House muttered as he shook the bottle before offering it Evan. “I guess it does,” House murmured as Evan greedily latched onto the bottle, his little hand grabbing onto House’s finger keeping him from moving his hand or the bottle away.

“I thought you were going to wake me up,” Wilson commented from the doorway of the kitchen causing House to jump a bit in surprise. He had to smile at the sight in front of him, House was leaning against the counter wearing nothing but his boxers with Evan resting in the crook of his arm as he feed him the bottle.

“Well, I thought I would be nice and let you sleep, but since you’re up. I’ll let you take care of clean up duty,” House replied with a small smile tugging at his lips as Wilson made his way across the kitchen to stand in front of him.

“That’s very nice of you,” Wilson murmured sarcastically as he leaned in lightly brushing his lips against House’s in a soft kiss.

“Not in front of the baby,” House muttered turning his face away when Wilson tried to kiss him again.

“Please. How do you think he came into the world?” Wilson asked rolling his eyes at House, as he reached for Evan taking him from House so that he could get him changed and put back to bed now that his bottle was gone.

“My guess is a couple of over zealous teenagers in the back of someone’s car. Not a couple of middle aged men making out in a kitchen,” House responded as he followed Wilson into the guest room, watching as Wilson laid Evan down on the changing table,-which was a part of the pack and play- before grabbing a diaper and the wipes.

“He really is crazy. You shouldn’t listen to anything he says,” Wilson informed Evan as he went about changing his diaper, tossing the dirty one into the trash before snapping up his sleeper.

“I’m going back to bed, feel free to join me when you are done corrupting him,” House muttered as he headed out of the guestroom and across the hall back to their room.

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Wilson sat in the recliner in House’s office Evan sleeping soundly against his chest. This had become somewhat of a ritual for them. Wilson would go upstairs to the hospital daycare and pick Evan up, so that he could spend his lunch break with him and House. That was how things had been for the past few weeks and it worked for them, this short hour of peace in their otherwise hectic day.

They had just finished their lunch giving them only a few minutes before they had to go back to work, when House’s cell phone started to ring. Wilson couldn’t really make out what was being said from across the room, not that he was trying to. He figured House would tell him if it was anything important, the look on House’s face as he closed the phone made Wilson’s heart drop.

“They found Evan’s father and he wants him back. Social services will be here in a few minutes to pick him up,” House said softly, after closing his cell phone he made his way over stand in front of his recliner where Wilson was sitting with Evan.

“They’re just going to let him take Evan back, like nothing happened?” Wilson asked trying to keep his voice level to keep from waking Evan up. This was really the last thing that he had expected to hear, they had been talking about adopting Evan and now they were taking him away.

“You knew something like this could happen, when we took him home that first night. We both knew this could happen,” House replied as he carefully took a seat on the ottoman in front of Wilson, sitting so that their legs were touching.

“I know I’m just not ready to give him up,” Wilson murmured looking down at the small baby curled up in his arms.

“I know,” House responded just as softly, as he leaned forward on the ottoman lightly running his finger tips over Evan’s cheek.

“Isn’t there something we can do? Maybe if we talk to him, he will see that the baby is better off with us,” Wilson asked his voice breaking slightly, he knew there wasn’t any chance of it working out. He knew that he was just grasping at straws that it wouldn’t work. He knew that even as the words left his mouth, but he couldn’t squash down the small flare of hope that they inspired.

“I wish there was,” House replied softly, moving in a bit closer to Wilson.

The blinds to his office were drawn so he didn’t worry about anyone seeing them when he carefully pulled Wilson towards him. He carefully took Evan from Wilson, knowing that the people from social services would be there any minute. He didn’t want Wilson to have to be the person to pass him over.

My last h/w fest fic

2006-05-15T18:32:47Z

Title: Not all anniversaries are happy
Author: craving_house
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1748
Prompt: 102. House and Wilson celebrate a significant date/anniversary
Disclaimer: Sadly they are not mine.
Notes: A very special thank you to the wonderful evila_elf for the beta. Also a bit of a note, this was suppose to be a serious fic, but House and Wilson didn’t seem to want that. Oh and just to make it clear for the sake of this fic, House and Wilson have been together for a few years.

“What’s up with House today?” Chase asked, chewing on his coffee stirrer as he took a seat at the table next to Foreman and across from Cameron.

“Since when does he need a reason to be in a bad mood?” Foreman asked, not really caring what the reason was behind House’s mood. All he cared about was that House wasn’t bothering them.

“He’s not normally this bad. He’s not even talking today. Normally he at least snaps at me for not making the coffee, but he didn’t even look at me today. I don’t think he’s been out of his office since he came in,” Cameron responded, mentally going through all of the things that normally put House into one of his famous moods.

“Maybe someone should talk to Wilson,” Chase suggested with a pointed look in Cameron’s direction.

“Fine, but that means that you two have to stay here then.” Cameron grabbed her lab coat from the rack pulling it on, as she watched the looks of terror that passed over Chase and Foreman’s faces.

“Not me. I have clinic duty, have fun Chase,” Foreman said, all but leaping from the table and running to the rack to grab his lab coat as well.

“I’ll get you two back for this later,” Chase muttered, as Cameron and Foreman left the office.

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“Dr. Wilson, can I talk to you for a moment?” Cameron asked after knocking lightly on the frame of the open door to Wilson’s office.

“Sure, what can I do for you?” Wilson replied, waving her into the office as he closed the file he had been reading, setting it to the side with the rest.

“It’s about House. He’s been in a bit of a mood today. Well, not so much a mood since he’s not talking or even yelling. He’s been really quiet today, and to be honest it’s really freaking us out.” Cameron tucked her hands into her pockets trying not to fidget. She hadn’t meant to say it like that, but the words had just come out before she had a chance to stop them.

“I knew we should have taken today off,” Wilson said, more to himself than to Cameron, as he stood up from his chair grabbing his lab coat from his rack. “I’ll take care of it. Just do me a favor and keep Foreman and Chase away from House’s office for a bit. Go to lunch or something.”

“I’ll buy them lunch. That should keep them away. He’ll be okay though, right?” Cameron asked, following Wilson out into the hallway and the short distance to where House’s office was.

“I hope so,” Wilson replied softly before slipping into House’s office. He quietly moved around the office shutting the blinds and locking the doors. He could see Cameron leading Chase out of the conference room before he closed those blinds as well.

“If you’re looking for a quickie, I’m not in the mood,” House muttered, not bothering to look up from his TV.

“Too bad, I was looking forward to practicing this new thing I was reading about. It’s suppose to make it to where anyone can deep throat, but you’re not in the mood.” Wilson could see that the credits of General Hospital were rolling so he knew that he wasn’t interrupting anything. He knew that House would probably be in a bit pissy at this point anyway.

“No I’m not, but I’m sure we can try out your little trick later.” House still didn’t bother to look up from the TV, even when he felt Wilson standing right in front of him.

“Hmm… I guess I’ll just have to settle for this then,” Wilson replied, pulling a bottle of scotch from one of the drawers in House’s desk.

“Drinking at work. Whatever will the boss think?” House asked, making a tsking noise when he finally turned away from the TV to look at the bottle of Johnnie Walker that Wilson had in his hand.

“She knows what today is, just as well as I do,” Wilson replied softly, pulling two glasses from the same drawer that he had gotten the scotch from.

“So is that your plan? Get me to drink away my pain? make me forget what happened?” House snapped, slamming the drawer that Wilson had opened. He didn’t want to talk about his leg or the infarction or anything else that had happened because of it.

“No. My plan was to share a drink or two with you. Then I figured we could go home and have sloppy drunk sex. Maybe have a few more drinks and then pass out; it is Friday after all,” Wilson replied, not letting House’s words or tone get to him. He hadn’t wanted to go to work this morning, more than happy to spend the day in bed with House. They even had the day off: Cuddy had given it to the both of them months ago. But of course House, being House, had to go in, so Wilson went in as well for a lack of anything better to do.

“Is sex the only thing you think about?” House asked, trying desperately not to smile as he poured them both a shot of the amber liquid.

“No. I also like to think about monster trucks. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy,” Wilson replied with a smirk, pulling one of the chairs from in front of House’s desk so that he could sit next to him, figuring it would be a while before he got the other man to come home.

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“Do you remember when we use to go running every morning?” House asked. His eyes weren’t focused on anything in particular as he stared down at the glass of scotch in his hand. They were halfway through the bottle now, and House had just started talking.

“Yeah, I remember you making me get up at four in the morning to go with you,” Wilson replied. His words slightly slurred. He was more than happy to let House talk about whatever he needed to. This was what he had wanted after all. He wanted House to open up, to let him in. To help House deal with what had happened. To let go of everything that had been taken from him, or at least some of it.

“You’re lucky I let you come along. If it wasn’t for me, you would have been looking like the Pillsbury dough boy with the way your wife was cooking,” House said as he poured them each another glass of scotch, wiping up the bit that missed the glasses with his shirt sleeve before passing Wilson his glass.

“That’s probably why she didn’t last very long. Or it could be the fact that I feel in love with you,” Wilson slurred with a small hiccup as he leaned in to sloppily kiss House on the cheek.

“Such a romantic,” House muttered, taking Wilson’s glass to pour them each another drink.

“I try. So when do you think we could move on to the next stage of my plan?” Wilson asked, giving the drink House set in front of him a skeptical look, before downing it anyway.

“I thought you wanted to talk?”

“You’re right. We are suppose to talk about things. Not sex, but other things,” Wilson rambled, pushing his glass away from him.

“I think you’ve had enough Jimmy.” House corked the bottle and placed it back in his drawer before grabbing their glasses and pulling himself to his feet.

“Are we going home now?” Wilson asked, following House out into the conference room and watching as House rinsed out their glasses and set them on a folded towel to dry.

“God, you’re a pain in the ass when you’re drunk and horny,” House muttered, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

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House carefully slipped out from underneath Wilson before climbing out of the bed. Grabbing a pair of boxers from his dresser, he pulled them on and headed out into the living room. He was glad that Wilson was finally asleep. He just needed some time to be alone right now, no matter how much Wilson thought he was helping.

Settling with a small grunt in front of his piano, House let his fingers dance softly across the keys. He wasn’t playing anything in particular, just letting his fingers drift where they wanted to. This was what he needed, a chance to be alone and think for a bit.

His leg was there no matter what. He knew that Wilson tried to not show his hesitation when they were in bed together, but it did show. Even though he knew that Wilson was only hesitant because he didn’t want to cause any more pain. It wasn’t that he was trying to avoid House’s leg because it bothered him, House knew that. But still House couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be whole, to not be reminded of his leg at every waking moment.

Wilson leaned against the living room wall, a sheet wrapped loosely around his waist. His nap had sobered him up a bit, but he was still a little bit tipsy. He smiled at the sight in front of him as the soft melody that House drew from the keys wrapped around him.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not nice to stare?” Wilson jumped at House’s question. He hadn’t even been aware that the other man knew he was standing there.

“I can’t help it when you look that sexy,” Wilson replied with a grin, as he tightened his sheet and moved over to stand behind House resting his free hand against the other man’s shoulder.

“I’m glad my expensive scotch still has you nice and buzzed,” House muttered, casually leaning back against Wilson so that his head was resting against the other man’s stomach.

“Come back to bed.”

“It’s not even four a clock yet. I’m not ready to sleep the rest of my day away.”

“Who said anything about sleeping? Come on, I still want to try out that trick I was telling you about,” Wilson murmured, lightly nipping at House’s ear as his fingers scraped across one of House’s nipples, drawing a small shudder.

“Maybe a nap before dinner would be good,” House muttered in reply as he grabbed his cane and pulled himself to his feet, giving Wilson a playful shove towards what had become their bedroom.

A gift to remember for the hw_fest

2006-05-09T18:19:15Z

Title: A gift to remember
Author: craving_house
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2382
Prompt: 105. It's House's birthday, there is an unusual gift sitting on his desk that someone has bought him as some sort of a joke, and, during the search to find the culprit, Wilson is being suspiciously quiet...
Disclaimer: I don’t even look like David Shore
Notes: A very special thank you to the wonderful evila_elf for the beta, and her help with the ending. And to jaredsexual for helping me to actually finish this.

House entered his office after an afternoon of snotty nosed screaming kids in the clinic. He had just enough time to turn his TV on before General Hospital came on. Taking a seat in his chair, he flipped on the TV and leaned back….That was when the medium sized box sitting on his desk caught his eye.

“Cameron get in here,” House called when he saw her enter the conference room with the rest of his staff. He cautiously poked the box with his cane, not dismissing the possibility that it could be a neatly wrapped bomb. That was where the kids came into play; it might be a better idea to have Chase open it.

“Yes?” Cameron asked a bit apprehensively as she watched House. He looked even more paranoid than normal, which was never a good thing.

“Who left this?” House asked, carefully poking the box with a pen. He had decided that it probably wasn’t safe to touch it. Just in case it was a bomb; he didn’t want his fingerprints on it.

“I don’t know. It was here when we came back from lunch. But it is your birthday, maybe it’s just a gift,” Cameron suggested, after noticing the way that the box was wrapped. The paper was a deep blue, almost black color, with a matching ribbon that was tied in a perfect bow with a small card tucked in under it.

“What good are you if you don’t know who left it?” House muttered, turning to the side door of his office and motioning Foreman and Chase into the office with an impatient wave of his hand.

“Here, I need you to open this,” House said to Chase once the other man was standing in front of his desk. He was still worried that it might be a bomb so he simply nudged the box towards Chase using the pen.

“Why do I have to open it?” Chase asked, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance as he eyed the box on House’s desk.

“You’re the one I can afford to lose. Where you do have the pretty hair, Cameron makes the coffee and opens my mail. And if anything happened to Foreman, I would have to get another affirmative action hire, so that leaves you,” House replied with a small shrug, motioning to the box on his desk with an expectant look.

“Fine. It’s not the worse thing you have ever made me do,” Chase muttered. Picking up the box, he put it up to his ear, checking for any ticking noises. Figuring he was safe, he ripped into the wrapping paper and pulling it off, before he carefully opened the lid of the box. He rolled his eyes at House, when he saw him covering his face from the other side of the desk.

“Someone sent you a dolphin figurine, but it’s awfully bendy,” Chase said, tossing the dolphin shaped vibrator to House before moving aside the tissue paper to see the what else was in the box.

“It’s a vibrator, dumb ass.” House tossed it onto his desk , wiping his hands off on his jeans. He could tell that it was brand new since it was still wrapped in plastic, but it still seemed wrong to be touching it.

“Why would someone send you a vibrator? You’re a guy,” Chase asked before he saw what the other two items in the box were. He quickly tossed the box onto House’s desk, wiping his hands on his pants, a blush rising in his cheeks. “Never mind, I don’t want to know anymore,” Chase muttered, holding his hands up as he backed away from the desk to where Cameron and Foreman were standing.

“You bastard,” House said as Wilson tapped on the door frame before entering the office. Wilson was only briefly caught off guard by the fact that House’s team were also in the office and that they were all staring at an opened box on House’s desk.

“Is there a reason why I’m a bastard? Or did you just fall off the wrong side of the bed this morning?”

“You sent this,” House accused, pushing at the box with a finger while glaring at Wilson.

“I don’t even know what that is. So how could I have sent it?”

“You’re the only other person that knows when my birthday is and you haven’t given me anything else,” House replied with smug satisfaction that he had, once again, proven his case.

“Considering you sent a hooker to my house for my last birthday…”

“You seemed tense, and we all know what a prude Julie is.”

“Which led to me sleeping on my couch for a week. I kind of figured that me being your personal cook and paying a maid to clean your house was enough of a birthday present,” Wilson continued as if House hadn’t said anything. He would have made a comment about Julie not being too much of a prude to sleep with her yoga instructor, but House’s team was in the room.

“I guess you’re right. Did you make that funky little salad without lettuce for lunch?” House asked hopefully, the box on his desk forgotten for the moment as his stomach growled.

“Yeah, and I made more than enough this time so I will actually be able to eat my lunch too.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“So, what’s in the box?”

“Have a look.”

“Oh,” Wilson mumbled his cheeks flushing a bright red as he took in the contents of the box: he had to make his reaction look real after all.

“Yeah: ‘Oh.’ I swear when I find out who sent this,” House grumbled, glaring at the items in the box and the vibrator that was still sitting on his desk.

“I don’t see what’s so bad about it,” Wilson said quietly, not realizing that he had, in fact, said it out loud until he saw the look House sent him.

“Ahh so the truth finally comes out. Is this the reason why all of your marriages fail? They can’t handle your kinky side,” House asked with a smirk, taking a slightly perverse pleasure in Wilson’s reaction, which was more of an answer than words could ever be.

House’s comment drew a snort of amusement from Chase, a disapproving look from Cameron, and Foreman did his best to look uninterested in the whole exchange as he read over the file he was holding.

“You can be a real jackass sometimes,” Wilson muttered, glaring at House before he made his way around House’s team to leave the office.

“Someone’s sensitive today.” House tossed the vibrator back into the box and put the lid back, dismissing his staff with a wave of his hand. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with them right now. He had to go find some way to get Wilson to still share his lunch with him. There was no way he wanted to go back to eating that crap from the cafeteria.

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“So I figured out who sent me my box of toys,” House announced as he entered Wilson’s office without bothering to knock.

“Good for you,” Wilson muttered, closing the file that he was working on and trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in his stomach. He didn’t think that House had really figured it out, but there was no real way of knowing.

“I think I have even figured out the message behind the gift too,” House said, as he made his way across the room, not stopping until he was standing right in front of Wilson.

“Really? Is that so?” Wilson was doing his best to fake disinterest, but he couldn’t ignore House any longer when he leaned against the desk, moving until his face was hovering a few inches in front of him.

“Mmm hmm,” House murmured, curling his fingers around Wilson’s tie and tugging him forward. Wilson froze for a fraction of a second when he felt House’s lips meet his. Then with a small shaky sigh he moved his hand up to curl his fingers around the back of House’s neck as he deepened the kiss.

“You know if you wanted to get me into bed, all you had to do was ask. Although the toys were a nice touch, we can still have some fun with them,” House said with a smirk as he pulled back enough to look at Wilson.

“When have we ever done things the easy way?” Wilson asked, running his fingers through House’s hair as he rested his forehead against House’s, perfectly content to stay just as he was, for awhile at least.

“True. What’s with getting me a dolphin shaped vibrator though?” House tilted his head with a small sigh, giving Wilson better access when he felt Wilson’s hand moving over the muscles in his neck.

“I thought it was cute,” Wilson muttered, a small blush rising in his cheeks, even though House couldn’t see it.

“Cute isn’t exactly something that you want in a vibrator,” House mumbled, with a small moan of pleasure when Wilson worked out an especially tight spot.

“Does it really matter? I doubt you’ll be getting much use out of it.” Wilson slid his free hand up House’s thigh, just barely ghosting his fingertips over House’s crotch. To drive his point home, so to speak.

“I think I like the way you think,” House murmured, moving his free hand to Wilson’s hip, pulling the other man in closer so that their hips were pressed together. Enjoying the moan that action drew from Wilson.

“I knew you would.” Wilson groaned when House’s hand moved down over his ass, kneading it as he tugged Wilson in even closer.

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Wilson pushed House’s boxers down over his hips, moaning when House’s cock pressed against his own. House worked a line of biting kisses along Wilson’s jaw, as he began to rock his hips against Wilson’s, drawing a moan from them both. Wilson turned his head, claiming House’s lips once again, and slid his hands down House’s back, pulling the other man in closer.

“Turn over on your stomach,” Wilson murmured, ignoring House’s protest when he broke the kiss and wiggled out from under House. He quickly grabbed his “supplies” from the nightstand, taking a deep calming breath at the same time.

House grumbled something under his breath that Wilson couldn’t make out as he carefully turned over onto his stomach, grabbing two pillows from the top of the bed. One he placed under his hips and the other one under his leg.

“Fuck Wilson you could give a guy some warning,” House hissed when he felt something that was surprisingly cold pressing into him.

“Where would the fun be in that?” Wilson muttered as he pressed the vibrator in a little further, then switched it on, effectively cutting off any response House would have made as he was reduced to a moaning mess, fingers twisting in the sheets.

Wilson moved his hand along House’s back as he started to thrust the vibrator in and out. He then moved his hand that was on House’s back around his hip to awkwardly curl his fingers around House’s cock.

“Wait,” House panted, trying to think of something, anything, that would keep him from coming just yet.

“Wait? Why?”

“I want to feel you inside of me. Plus it saves me the trouble of having to finish you off later,” House muttered as he shifted his leg into a better position, making more room for Wilson at the same time.

Wilson’s mind refused to put together any words for him to say. He had been hard since they had arrived back at House’s place. And now, at House’s words, the tiny bit of blood that wasn’t already at his cock went rushing there so fast that it made him slightly dizzy. Taking a deep calming breath, he reached across House to pull a condom from the box on the bedside table. He could barely get the thing on, his fingers were shaking so bad. This wasn’t the first time that they had done something like this, but it was the first time that they were going to do it sober.

“You ready?” Wilson managed to ask once he was in position behind House. Moaning when House pushed back against him, causing the tip of his cock to slip inside.

“Hell, yes.” House thrust his hips back against Wilson as best as he could manage, drawing a moan from them both when more of Wilson’s cock pressed inside.

“So fucking good,” Wilson gasped out once he was fully inside of House, his forehead resting against the other man’s shoulder.

“Move damnit,” House demanded, pushing his hips back against Wilson trying to encourage said movement.

“God, you’re pushy,” Wilson muttered as he pulled almost all of the way out before slamming back in in a perfectly angled thrust, judging by the moan and obscenity it drew from House.

Wilson knew he wasn’t going to last very long so he let one of his hands move down to wrap around House’s cock stroking him in time with his seemingly harsh movements. He could feel his own orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. And judging by the cursing and moaning coming from House, he was right there with him.

“Come for me,” Wilson panted against House’s ear as he drew House’s ear lobe into his mouth gently biting it. While he worked his thumb around the head of House’s cock, that seemed to be all it took.

House’s body froze up for a fraction of a second before he was coming with a hoarse cry that could have been Wilson’s name, but Wilson was too busy coming to notice or care. He carefully pulled out of House, collapsing in a boneless heap next to him.

A few moments later House rolled over closer to Wilson until he could rest his head against the other man’s shoulder and prop his bad leg on top of Wilson’s. “You really do give the best gifts,” He mumbled snuggling in closer to Wilson, not that he would admit that’s what he was doing.

“I’m glad you approve,” Wilson murmured, lightly running his fingers through House’s sweat soaked hair.

Another bit of the mpreg fic

2006-05-07T05:25:56Z

I'm only posting this bit of the mpreg fic, because I like it. So yeah here it is. :D

“Greg?” Wilson said just loud enough to get House’s attention as he entered the conference room where House was in the middle of writing his latest patients symptoms on the board.

“What happened?” House asked, his patient forgotten for the moment as he limped across the room to stand in front of Wilson who had Josieh curled against his chest.

“He was climbing on the bookshelves again and one of the other kids knocked him down. I gave him some pain meds, I’m pretty sure it’s broken,” Wilson explained, carefully shifting Josieh in his arms to show House Josieh’s right arm that was starting to swell between his elbow and wrist.

“I told you those kids were bastards,” House muttered, carefully lifting Josieh’s arm so that he could exam it. He quickly came to the same conclusion that Wilson had it was broken and needed to be set.

“He shouldn’t have been climbing. You’re the one that lets him get away with that at home,” Wilson replied, rubbing Josieh’s back when he started to cry again as House carefully put his arm back where it had been resting.

“He’s a boy they’re meant to get hurt. That’s just how it works.” House ignored the glare that comment got him from Wilson. In favor of motioning for his team to follow them before guiding Wilson out of the room and down the hall to an empty exam room.

“Josieh let daddy see your arm,” Wilson said softly, once he was seated on the exam table with Josieh sitting on his lap.

“No,” Josieh cried, pulling his arm in against his body as he turned to bury his face against Wilson’s chest.

“You know what you have to do,” House said, before turning to Cameron who was setting up a small tray of supplies.

Wilson rolled his eyes at House he could be a real bastard sometimes. He shifted back on the exam table so that his back had some support. His expanding waist line was really making it hard to sit comfortably with Josieh on his lap. Once he was settled in a semi comfortable position he tried to get Josieh to show him his arm. They could just knock him out and be done with it, but he really didn’t like the idea of him having all of those drugs in his system. So he was stuck doing what he knew House was talking about, lightly running his hand up and down Josieh’s back he started to softly sing one of Josieh’s favorite songs.

Baby, It's alright
Stop your cryin' now

Some might tell you there's no hope in hand
just because they feel hopeless
but you don't have to be a thing like that
You'll be a ship in a bottle set sail

House came back over carefully taking Josieh’s arm in his hands as Wilson continued to sing. Josieh was almost asleep from the combo of pain meds Wilson had given him earlier and the soft soothing sound of his voice as he continued to sing.

“I can’t believe you got him hooked on Dave Mathews band,” House muttered, as he carefully wrapped Josieh’s arm in the cast after popping the bone back into place.

“Shut up. You’re just jealous he’s not a fan of the Who,” Wilson replied, with a grin before letting out a small gasp as he rubbed at the side of his rounded stomach. The baby had only recently started kicking and he was still a bit surprised when it happened.

“She kicking again?” House asked, as he pulled his gloves off tossing them in the trash can and admiring his handy work. He had sent his team out once Cameron had set up his supplies for him, they still had a patient to deal with.

“Yeah.” Wilson reached for House’s hand pulling it in on the side of his stomach where the baby was still kicking. He couldn’t keep the smile from his face as House started to gently rub small circles over the spot where she was kicking.

“I guess she likes your singing too,” House murmured, leaning forward and brushing a soft kiss to Wilson’s lips. He then carefully stood up, picking Josieh up so that Wilson could get up as well, before passing the sleeping child back to Wilson.

Another mpreg fic

2006-05-07T04:33:25Z

I haven't finished this one yet, but I felt like posting a bit of it. It's a bit of a follow up fic to my first mpreg fic you can find all three parts of that one ( here ) It's in the memories section on my other lj. You don't have to have read the first one to read this one, but it may help. I have more pieces of this written that I may go ahead and post, even though it's not really in order. I hope that I'll finish this fic soon, but who knows it may never be finished. Okay enough of my yaking, here's the fic.

It was about a few weeks before Josieh’s second birthday. Things hadn’t really changed much in the two years since Josieh’s birth. House was still a bastard, well, with everyone but Josieh and Wilson.

House’s parents had taken Josieh for the night and House had every intention of making good use of that time. In other words not letting Wilson out of bed the entire time. Everything went as he had planned, well, everything except for the condom breaking. They had been extremely careful since Josieh’s birth, not exactly sure if they wanted another child or even sure if they would get one. It was all a guessing game as far as how Wilson had ended up pregnant the first time. So they weren’t really sure if there would be a second time.

They got the answer five weeks later when Wilson started getting up at three in the morning to be sick. House tried to tell him that it could just be the flu, but he knew the difference, he could feel the difference. He had House do the blood test that morning at the hospital, and just like before he went about his day coming back around lunch time with Josieh to get the results.

“Looks like were going to be needing that bigger place you were talking about,” House said, passing the test results to Wilson before taking Josieh from him.

“Daddy, I’m hungry,” Josieh said, wrapping his arm around the back of House’s neck and pulling him in closer as he leaned his head against House’s temple.

“I know we’re going to go get some lunch, as soon as we let Wilson get over his shock,” House replied, looking over at Wilson who was still looking at the test results that House had handed him.

“I’m not in shock. We uh have a few months to find a place,” Wilson muttered, not even convincing himself that he wasn’t in shock.

“I would say about seven months three weeks give or take a few days. Now come on we‘re hungry,” House said heading for the door with Josieh, Wilson following along after them.

House had already had a bit of a panic attack before Wilson had come by, but he had reminded himself that they had gotten Josieh out of the first time they had been through this. So their next child could only be better, hopefully this pregnancy wouldn’t be as hard on Wilson though.

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“House do you mind if I hide out in here for a bit?” Wilson asked, trying to keep his tone light, he didn’t want House to see just how much he needed the break. A few of the doctors on his staff had been fighting for most of that week. Every time he thought he had things worked out between them and the other staff they would come running to him with another problem. He couldn’t take much more of it at this point, his blood pressure was already too high.

“You don’t want to play with the other kids anymore?” House asked, not looking up from the file that he had been reading.

“The other kids are about to drive me insane,” Wilson muttered tiredly, as he dropped into the recliner in the corner of House’s off, propping his feet up on the ottoman.

“What happened?” House asked, looking up from the file he was working on when he heard the tiredness in Wilson’s voice. The younger man looked like he was about to pass out from exhaustion.

“Armstrong and his lackeys are acting like a couple of spoiled children which in turn makes everyone else act like a spoiled child. I swear they keep coming to me about the stupidest of things I feel more like their mother than the head of oncology,” Wilson replied, rubbing tiredly at his face, before pushing the chair into more of a reclining position and letting his eyes drift shut. He just needed to rest for a little while and then he could go back to playing peacekeeper with his staff.

House watched him for a moment , before grabbing his cane and pulling himself up out of his chair. He knew that this pregnancy wasn’t easy on Wilson, but he hadn’t known about the problems with his staff until now. They had done things differently this time around, people knew Wilson was pregnant. It was amazing what a difference two years could make in how things were excepted. That was why the problems with Wilson’s team were really pissing him off, they should have been limiting his stress not increasing it.

“Stay in here and get some rest,” House murmured, lightly running his fingers through Wilson’s hair, smiling at the appreciative sound that action got him. He stayed like that for a few minutes until Wilson had fallen asleep, leaning down he lightly brushed his lips against Wilson’s forehead before heading out of his office and into the conference room.

“If Wilson’s staff comes looking for him, tell them I am fielding his questions today. No one is allowed in my office,” House informed his team as he exited his office, turning back to the door he slipped his key inside locking it. Wilson could unlock it from the inside if he needed to, but hopefully he would sleep until House came back.

“Is Wilson okay?” Cameron asked stopping House on his way to the door. Wilson had been looking pretty tired and worn down the past few days, and it only seemed to be getting worse lately.

“He’s just tired,” House muttered, silently hoping that was all it was, as he headed for the door.

Hitting the call button for the elevator, House reached into his pocket pulling his Vicodin out. He was going to need it, he had two hours of clinic duty ahead of him. The last thing he needed today was for Cuddy to harass him about his clinic hours. So he was going to go and do them as fast as possible and then if Wilson wasn’t doing any better he would be taking him and Josieh home.

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“House why are you not allowing Wilson’s staff to talk to him?” Cuddy asked, cornering House as he tried to leave the clinic. He had almost escaped her, but a little kid had darted out in front of him almost tripping him, giving Cuddy plenty of time to catch up.

“Because he needs a break, and they can be adults and handle their own problems,” House replied stepping around her and heading for the elevators.

“You can’t deny them access to their boss. They need him for important departmental matters,” Cuddy countered, obviously not willing to let him get away this time, as she followed along after him to the elevator.

“I said they had to go through me. If it’s important then I will make sure that Wilson takes care of it, but he doesn’t need to be dealing with their constant bickering right now,” House said, jabbing the call button for the elevator again.

“Is he alright?” Cuddy asked softly, knowing that the only time House would be this protective was if something was wrong.

“He has been having some problems with the pregnancy and he doesn’t need any added stress right now.”

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do about lightening his work load, for the time being,” Cuddy offered ,with a small smile before heading back to her office. She would make a point of being a go between for Wilson and his staff, at least for now. It was better than the whole oncology department quitting after having to deal with House.

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“Dr. Armstrong came by looking for Wilson. He wasn’t very happy when we told him he had to talk to you,” Cameron said, as soon as House entered the conference room

“I know he went crying to mommy about it. I don’t care it’s Cuddy’s problem now,” House muttered, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, ignoring the questioning look that comment got he headed into to his office, closing the door behind him.

“You feeling any better?” House asked, when Wilson looked up from the file he was writing in. He was still lounging in the recliner but he did look a lot better than he had when House had left for the clinic.

“Yeah, I even ventured over to my office to grab a few files to work on,” Wilson replied with a small smile, setting aside the file he stretched out in the chair. His smile wavering slightly when his back and stomach muscles protested the movement.

“Still sore?”

“Yeah, my back is still pissed about the fifteen pounds I’ve gained,” Wilson muttered, rubbing at the offending muscles in his back as he carefully pulled himself up out of the chair.

“Come over here and let me see what I can do about it,” House instructed, motioning Wilson over to where he was leaning against the edge of his desk.

“Going to give me a vicodin?” Wilson asked, lightly wrapping his arms around House’s waist as he settled himself in between House’s outstretched legs.

“No something even better,” House murmured, rubbing his cheek against Wilson’s and enjoying the smoothness of Wilson’s shaved cheek against the coarseness of his stubble.

“Greg, you’re going to give me beard burn,” Wilson complained softly, trying to pull back from House, until he felt the other mans hands kneading over the tight muscles of his back. “Mmm never mind,” Wilson relented leaning back in towards House as he felt some of the tension start to leave his body.

“Good. Then everyone can see that you’re mine,” House whispered against Wilson’s neck, lightly nipping at the smooth skin as his hands continued to work their magic along the tense muscles in Wilson’s back.

“I think they already know,” Wilson half moaned, when House bit down on a more sensitive spot. This was a side of House that he had been seeing a lot more of lately. Not that he minded, he was more than happy to indulge House’s possessive side.

The knock at the door followed by Cameron’s voice had him jumping back from House as if he had been burned. “Dr. House Dr. Armstrong is back, he said he needs to speak with Wilson.”

“Let him in,” House called back, giving Wilson an amused look at the blush that had risen in his cheeks.

“Markson parked in my parking spot again,” Armstrong complained, as soon as he was inside the office. All of his attention directed to Wilson while he completely ignored House’s presence in the room.

“Did you ask him why?” Wilson asked, lowering himself into one of the chairs across from House’s desk

“He said something about an emergency with one of his patients.”

“That seems like a good reason.”

“Yes, but he has his own parking spot.”

“Did you ask him why he didn’t park in his spot?”

“Some guy that brought his pregnant wife in took the spot,” Armstrong spat the word pregnant out as if it was something distasteful on his tongue.

“Well, then I don’t see what the problem is. Just ask him to move his car now,” Wilson replied, ignoring Armstrong’s tone. He was used to Armstrong’s feelings about his pregnancy at this point, and he honestly didn’t care. As long as Armstrong still respected him as his boss then the rest didn’t matter.

“He already did.”

“Then what the hell is the problem?” House finally snapped, this was just stupid.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Armstrong snapped in return, his gaze briefly turning to House before he looked back to Wilson.

“No you weren’t, but what you are doing is stressing Wilson out about stupid petty things. Now why don’t you go treat your patients and stop acting like a child,” House instructed with a wave of his hand, as he stood up from where he was leaning against the desk and limped over to the door and opened it. With an obvious look of get the hell out.

“This isn’t over. I’m going to talk to Cuddy about it,” Armstrong muttered, giving Wilson one final look before he stormed out of the office.

“Now where were we?” House asked, locking the door before moving back over to lean against the desk, motioning Wilson over with a nod of his head.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” Wilson said softly, as he moved back to where he had been standing before they were interrupted.

“It’s okay, I already talked to Cuddy. Now I believe I was in the middle of helping you with your back problem.”

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“I can’t believe you’re wearing a woman’s shirt.”

“It’s not a woman’s shirt. It’s a man’s shirt,” Wilson muttered, dropping into a chair in the waiting area while he waited to be called back. They had set up the ultra sound appointment on a Saturday so that they both could be there, but now he was starting to wonder if it would have been easier to just have House do it like he had done before.

“It’s pink,” House said, with obvious distaste for the pale pink polo Wilson was wearing with a pair of jeans.

“A lot of men wear pink, and it’s not that pink. It’s almost white,” Wilson countered, with a roll of his eyes.

“Dr. Wilson,” The nurse called before House had a chance to respond. He quickly pulled himself up out of the chair to follow her, well, as fast as he could these days, which was a bit faster than House on a really bad day.

“I’m sure you already know how all of this works. I just need for you to take off your shirt and unbutton your pants. The tech will be right with you.” The nurse smiled at them both before quickly leaving the room.

“Well, at least I won’t have to see you in that ugly pink thing for awhile,” House said with a smirk, as Wilson pulled his shirt over his head before getting settled on the exam table.

“Keep that up and I’ll be sleeping in the extra bed in Josieh’s room,” Wilson warned, just before the door opened and an overly bubbly blonde came in. Wilson had to bit back a groan when he saw the look on House’s face.

“Hi, my name is Karen and I’ll be doing your…” she stopped to look at the file in her hands her eyes widening slightly before she turned back to them with an obviously forced smile. “ uh ultrasound. Did you want to know the sex of the baby?” She asked as she set up the machine, reaching for the bottle of ultrasound gel.

“What baby?” House asked, doing his best to look shocked and pulling it off rather well. This time Wilson did let out a small groan, at the look of surprise that passed over Karen’s face. Wilson leaned back not bothering to try and stop House.

“The uh baby that your um friend is having. It uh says it right here in his file, and um his stomachs kind of big,” Karen stuttered nervously, looking back at the chart to make sure she had read it correctly.

“Well, how do you know that he hasn’t just put on a few extra pounds?” House asked, obviously enjoying how much he was freaking the poor girl out.

“Greg stop,” Wilson demanded, rolling his eyes at the triumphant smile House sent in his direction. “Yes, I’m pregnant and we want to know the sex of the baby,” Wilson said answering Karen’s question from before.

“Alright, we should be able to tell as long as the baby is in the right position.” Karen squirted a fairly large amount of ultrasound gel onto Wilson’s stomach before reaching over and flipping off the lights in the room so that the small screen was easier to see.

“It’s a girl,” House said softly, before Karen was able to point anything out she simply nodded not wanting to start anything like before with him.

“One of each,” Wilson murmured, squeezing House’s hand as he watched the small screen where their daughter was sucking her thumb.

“I guess there’s a reason for that damn pink shirt of yours.” House didn’t bother to look at Wilson for a reaction his eyes were locked on their daughter, as she switched from sucking on her thumb to sucking on one of her toes.

“Everything looks really good. I’ll print up a few pictures for you and then I will send the measurements that I have taken to Dr. House,” Karen informed them as she hit a few buttons that would take measurements of various parts of the baby’s body.

“You can just give those to me now,” House said, holding his hand out after Karen had printed the report.

“You’re Dr. House?” She asked, not really sure if she should believe him or not.

“That’s what it says on the door to my office,” House replied with a smirk, as he snatched the paper from her hand.

First fic for the hw_fest

2006-05-02T15:53:06Z

Title: Things are not always as they seem
Author: craving_house
Rating: PG-13 maybe R, not really sure.
Words: 2025
Prompt: 28. One morning, Wilson comes to work wearing some of House's clothes. Why?
Disclaimer: I’m not David Shore, so I don’t own anything.
Notes: Thank you to the wonderful evila_elf for the beta.

Wilson went outside to hail a cab after he had collected his bag. He had left the conference a little early and changed to an early morning flight. Considering how early he had woken up and the fact that he hadn’t slept on the plane, he was drained. He knew that he should have gone back to House’s place to sleep, but there was a part of him, a bigger part, that just needed to see House. Their relationship had only recently changed to more than friends.

He could still remember the look on House’s face that first night he kissed him. It was the first time he had managed to make House speechless. Not that he stayed that way for very long. Before he knew what was happening House had him backed up against the wall of the living room. Things had progressed quickly from there and he hadn’t slept on the couch since.

House had thrown a fit when he had found out about the week long conference that Cuddy had arranged for Wilson to attend. Wilson had offered to see if Cuddy would let him come along, but then House had taken on a new patient, which meant he couldn’t go with Wilson even if Cuddy had okayed it. So House went back to trying to convince Wilson not to go. He almost succeeded the morning that Wilson left for the conference.

“Greg, come on, I know you’re awake. Get off of me, I have to get up. I have to be at the airport in an hour,” Wilson said, nudging House’s shoulder, trying to get the other man to move off of him.

“It’s only a fifteen minute drive,” House muttered, snuggling closer and tightening his arm that was around Wilson, making sure he stayed where he was, sprawled out on top of Wilson.

“I have to take a shower and finish packing since you distracted me last night.”

“I don’t remember you complaining,” House replied with a smirk against Wilson’s neck as he started to lick and nibble at the smooth skin.

“I never said I minded, but now I –mmm, have to get up,” Wilson murmured, with a small gasping shudder when he felt House’s hand skimming down his stomach.

“I think you’re already up,” House said huskily as he nipped at Wilson’s neck, his fingers stroking over Wilson’s hardening cock.

Wilson had been late leaving for the airport that morning, but at least House had taken him to the airport. Not that he hadn’t complained about it the whole way there, but the kiss House had given him before he got out of the car had more than made up for it.

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No one had come into his office since Cuddy had come in with her eyes red and a wad of tissue in her hand. Her voice had broken before she was even able to get the words out. Cameron had let out a small sob, which was the thing that had made it all click for some reason. He hadn’t said anything to them, as he turned on his heel, well, as best as he could and entered his office. He knew that someone would come along at some point to see him.

The thing was he didn’t want to see anyone. At least not anyone that he was able to see. He knew he was on the verge of breaking down, and the last thing he wanted was for anyone to witness it. The weight in his chest that had started at Cuddy’s broken off words was almost crushing now. Wilson was gone and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

He reached for the closest thing, which happened to be one of the glass pieces to his chess set. Wilson had given it to him for his birthday. It was the one game that Wilson could actually beat him at. Rolling the small piece in between his fingers before he threw it at the glass wall that separated his off from the conference room. The crisp sound of shattering glass was not nearly as satisfying as he thought it would be. As he watched the delicate pieces of glass crumble and fall to the ground, he could feel the crushing feeling from before grow to burn at the back of his throat. He swallowed thickly forcing the lump in his throat back to where it came from. Reaching for the next piece, this time the queen, he threw it even harder at the wall, watching as it shattered and crumbled to the ground just like the other.

He grabbed another piece, the last remaining piece that ended up being the king and tossed it at the wall. This time as the glass shattered and fell to the floor he couldn’t keep his tears in check. A few of them managed to make their way down his cheek. He wiped angrily at his eyes as he got up from his chair, his feet crunching along the broken glass that littered the floor of his office.

Cameron looked up at House as he came into the office. She didn’t really know what to say. She had heard the sounds of something breaking in the other room, but really there wasn’t anything she could do about it. She also knew that Wilson was the only person that House had ever allowed to take care of him.

Ignoring Cameron and the rest of his staff, he made his way over to the small fridge that was by the coffee maker. He quickly grabbed the six-pack of beer that he and Wilson kept in the back of the fridge. Pulling them out he tossed one to each of his staff members before taking one for himself. Twisting off the top he downed half the bottle in one long pull.

“To Wilson,” House said softly, once he was sure his voice wouldn’t break, before he downed the rest of his beer. He quickly grabbed another one and twisted off the cap, taking a long pull from it.

“You’re drinking and it’s not even noon yet this can’t be good,” Wilson said, leaning against the doorframe of the conference room.

House’s head snapped up when he heard Wilson’s voice. At first he thought it was just a result of him mixing his vicodin with alcohol. Then Wilson was moving closer to him and he never remembered his other hallucinations feeling or smelling this real. He was overwhelmed with the spicy scent of Wilson’s cologne mixed with that thing that was uniquely Wilson.

“Greg are you okay?” Wilson asked. He knew something was off based off of all of the weird looks he had been getting since he arrived at the hospital. He hadn’t really thought about them at the time, but now given the way House and his staff were staring at him, something was defiantly off.

House didn’t say anything as he curled his fingers around the front of Wilson’s t-shirt. Only faintly aware that it was his favorite Rolling stones t-shirt, he pulled Wilson in, plastering their lips together in an intense kiss. He figured he might as well take what he could get, before someone had his stomach pumped and ended it all.

Only thing was, Wilson was kissing him back and he wasn’t waking up to find a tube shoved down his throat. Then he thought that he might be dead as well. If this is what being dead felt like, he didn’t really care. But just like before, it was Cameron that made it all click, for some damn reason. Her startled gasp made them break the kiss, but House refused to move away from or let Wilson go. His brain was still telling him that if he let Wilson go he wouldn’t be able to get him back.

“What’s going on?” Wilson asked softly, moving his hand up to cup House’s cheek in the palm of his hand and stroking his thumb lightly over House’s bottom lip.

House shivered a bit when he felt how cold Wilson’s hand was, that was when he realized just how cold the rest of Wilson was. He tightened his arm trying to keep what he now knew was just a figment of his imagination there with him. It didn’t help though; slowly Wilson started to fade away. First the hand that was resting against House’s cheek, it seemed to move on from there. Spreading like a wildfire, until there was nothing left but the hollow feeling in House’s chest.

He tried to say something, but no words would form. Wilson was gone, and silence seemed to suffocate him. It was as if someone had hit a mute button, no one could hear him and he couldn’t hear anyone else. Then someone was wrapping their arms around him, pulling him back from where Wilson had been. His mind was screaming at him not to leave, that Wilson would come back. But he didn’t seem to have a choice as he was still being pulled away.

Then he was alone.

He flinched away when he felt a hand on his suddenly naked back. Everything around him began to warp and grow hazy until he couldn’t tell if any of it was real or not.

Again the hand returned to his back, this time gently running up and down it. “Greg, it’s okay. You’re just having a bad dream.”

Wilson’s murmured words, seemed to break away the last bit of hold the nightmare had on him. His arms wrapping almost instantly around Wilson as he buried his face against the other man’s neck, letting out a deep shaky breath when he felt how warm Wilson was.

“Do you remember what your dream was about? I could hear you screaming from the living room,” Wilson asked softly, wrapping his arms a little tighter around House. He knew that the dream had to have been pretty bad considering the way House was still wrapped around him like a giant octopus.

“You died,” House said a bit reluctantly after a few moments of silence. He didn’t want to talk about it, or the reason why he was still wrapped around Wilson like he was.

“So that’s the reason why you’re acting like an over grown octopus?” Wilson murmured shifting on the bed a bit. He wasn’t in any real hurry to let House go and to go back out to the lumpy pee couch that he had been sleeping on.

House made an inarticulate sound, not wanting to acknowledge that he was, for all meanings of the word, snuggling with Wilson. More than that, he didn’t want to admit that he wasn’t in any hurry for it to stop anytime soon. In fact he was more than happy to sleep just like this, well, maybe a little more horizontal than what they were, but the being wrapped around each other part was nice. Not that he would ever admit any of that to Wilson.

“Well, I guess I should go back to the couch and let you go back to sleep,” Wilson said, when he felt House’s breathing start to even out, he knew it was only a matter of minutes before House would start to snore.

“Stay, don’t wanna be alone,” House slurred sleepily, as he moved down in the bed pulling Wilson down with him, so that they were laying with their heads against the pillows, still wrapped around each other.

“Go to sleep, I’m not going anywhere,” Wilson murmured, gently brushing his lips against House’s temple as he felt the other man relax against him. The room was soon filled with a soft snoring sound, and Wilson couldn’t help but smile when House’s arm tightened around his waist.

Sometimes dreams are gateways to the subconscious, and maybe House was finally going to admit what he really wanted. At least that’s what Wilson hoped this all meant, but for now he was content to be right where he was. Letting the warm press of House’s body, and the soothing sounds of his breathing lull him off to sleep.

Another prompt drabble

2006-04-30T21:07:41Z

I wrote this one for wanderingwidget. Her prompt was: House, Wilson, and gratuitous fruit-salad abuse

“Come on, you heard what my doctor said. I need to eat more fruit.”

“He wasn’t your doctor. He was in a public service announcement.” Wilson pushed the bowl of fruit salad back towards House.

“Please?” House reached over, plucking a few buttons of Wilson’s shirt free. His other hand moved up Wilson’s inner thigh, that did it. House smirked at the look on Wilson’s face.

“Fine grab the whip cream too.”

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“God, this is the only way to eat fruit.” House leaned forward trailing his tongue through the fruit and whip cream that covered Wilson’s chest and stomach.

Another prompt thing

2006-04-27T18:49:30Z

Since I don't already have enough things to do I signed up for au_abc. I claimed House/Wilson so it should be fun. I think I am done taking on new things now. lol

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The next part of the baby fic. I think the title is Daddies, can't remember

2006-04-26T06:12:03Z

So this is the next part of the baby fic. It's really short but I felt bad for not updating. The first few parts should be in my memories, if not let me know and I'll find them for you. :D

Grace stayed for a couple more days until Evan was well enough to return to the hospital daycare. Things returned to normal for the most part. Well, as normal as things ever were for them. A few weeks later House and his team took on a new case that had them all stretched to the wire.

His patient had taken a recent turn for the worse which cause House to not be able to go home for a couple of days. Wilson knew that he probably hadn’t slept in since he rarely slept anywhere but in his own bed. That was what had lead him to pack Evan up and go into the hospital on his day off. He had stopped off at a little deli near the hospital and picked up lunch for House and his team, knowing that if House wasn’t eating or sleeping then nether was his team.

“Daddy,” Evan called out bouncing with excitement in his stroller as Wilson wheeled him into House’s office.

“Well, aren’t you a good little wife.”

“Yeah well, the whole husband thing didn’t work for me. So I figured I would give this one a try.”

House didn’t say anything in response to that they both knew Wilson’s track record when it came to relationships. He just had to hope that this time it would be different, that Wilson wouldn’t get bored and cheat on him.

“What are you guys up to today?” House asked lifting Evan up out of his stroller, smiling as Evan put his little hands on each side of House’s face squishing his lips together as he leaned in to kiss him on the nose.

“Nothing much. Evan has been asking about you all morning, so I figured we would come by and bring food and a change of clothes for you,” Wilson replied grinning as House made his way across the office to stand in front of him, with Evan perched on his hip.

House sat Evan down before wrapping his arms around Wilson’s waist, pulling the younger man against him, pressing his face against Wilson’s neck. Taking a deep breath simply breathing him in, as he held onto him.

“I think your team is watching,” Wilson said softly, his lips pressed against House’s ear. He could see House’s team in the conference room. They seemed to be taking turns peaking into House’s office to see what was going on. Thankfully the rest of the blinds to House’s office were closed so they weren’t completely on display.

“At this point I don’t care. I am so tired and I deserve a few moments of peace. They’re just jealous because you look really hot in those jeans,” House muttered tightening his arms around Wilson and pressing his lips against the soft skin just above Wilson’s t-shirt.

“I wore them just for you,” Wilson replied with a soft chuckle, running his fingers lightly through House’s hair.

“Daddy’s sleepy,” Evan said using Wilson’s leg to pull himself up into a standing position, and then taking a few wobbly steps around them. He still wasn’t walking yet, but he was getting braver when it came to taking his steps.

“Where are you going?” House asked letting Wilson go enough to look down at where Evan was taking a few hesitant steps between them.

“Walkin daddy,” Evan replied smiling up at him, as he let go of Wilson’s leg and took a few steps towards House’s desk. When he didn’t fall he took a few more until he was standing next to House’s desk, reaching up he grabbed the over sized ball off of it, dropping to the floor with a cushioned plop to play with his newest conquer.

“Did you just see that?” Wilson asked his pride and excitement evident in his voice, while he continued to watch Evan waiting to see if he was going to do it again.

“Yeah, he finally got the whole left right thing down.”

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“I didn’t know what you guys liked so I just got a bit of everything,” Wilson said setting the bag of food onto the table.

“Thank you. I didn’t think I could handle another meal from the cafeteria.” Chase grabbed the bag pulling out the items and setting them on the table as his stomach growled.

“Well, it’s not totally a self less offer. Do you guys think you can handle things without House for awhile?” Wilson asked, setting the bag with the drinks in it on the table next to where Chase was dividing up the food.

“Of course.” Cameron sounded a bit too eager as she claimed a salad and bottle of ice tea for herself.

“Take him home,” Chase agreed, just as eagerly grabbing a club sandwich and a bottle of coke.

“We can page him if we need him.” Foreman was the last to speak up grabbing the turkey sandwich that was left and a bottle of tea.

“You know I would be really hurt, if I didn’t think my odds of getting lucky just went up,” House said from the doorway, his voice making his team almost choke on their food. Wilson simply rolled his eyes, smiling his thanks to House’s staff before taking Evan from House and buckling him back into his stroller.

“Come on House we’re going home. They will page you if they need you,” Wilson called, holding the door to House’s office open, while he waited for House to grab his bag and join them.

“So just how good are my chances of getting lucky?” House asked, lightly running his hand down Wilson’s back, giving his ass a quick squeeze as they made their way to the elevator.

“Depends on if you’re good and take your nap,” Wilson replied, letting out a small sigh of relief that they had made it to the elevator without anyone seeing them. House really needed to learn to keep his hands to himself when they were at work.

“Sleep is overrated, sex is what I need,” House muttered, taking advantage of the canopy on Evan’s stroller. He backed Wilson up against the wall of the elevator plastering his body against the other man’s as he leaned in drawing Wilson into a hard demanding kiss. Pulling back just as the elevator doors opened, he pushed the stroller out a very flustered Wilson following along after him.

Pointless smut

2006-04-26T05:55:26Z

This is just a little bit of pointless smut that was cut fron another fic. I figured I would post it instead of trashing it.

“You still tired?” House asked nipping lightly at Wilson’s neck his hand sliding down past
the waistband of Wilson’s boxers.

“Not anymore,” Wilson responded with a moan as House’s fingers closed around his semi-hard cock. A sheen of light sweat broke out on Wilson’s body as House started to move his hand in slow lazy strokes. House worked his way down Wilson’s neck to his chest taking time to nip and suckle at his nipples, before continuing his way down. He carefully edged his way down Wilson’s body placing soft open mouthed kisses over every part of Wilson’s torso he could reach. Ignoring the groan of disappointment from Wilson House removed his hand. Before hooking his fingers under the waist band of Wilson’s boxers he tugged them down over Wilson’s hips and off of his legs tossing them onto the floor.

Wilson’s surprised moan echoed through the silent room when House dipped down swirling his tongue around the head of Wilson’s cock. House didn’t waste any time in taking Wilson fully into his mouth as deep as he could, before he started to move gradually increasing the suction as he went. Wilson’s hands moved to House‘s hair combing his fingers through the unruly locks. It didn’t take long for Wilson to reach the edge his fingers tightening almost painfully in House’s hair as his hips bucked up as he came spilling hotly down House’s throat. House pulled back with a few final swipes of his tongue, before moving back up to lay next to Wilson.

“You are entirely too good at that,” Wilson murmured a few moments later as he rolled over onto his side. He let his fingers trail down House’s chest enjoying the way the other man shuddered as he lightly scraped his nails over one of House’s nipples. House moaned as Wilson‘s hand slid into his boxers closing around his almost painfully hard cock.

Another prompt Drabble

2006-04-23T04:08:14Z

This is another of drabble this one was written for denbighm. She gave me the prompt of "Wilson comes to work with some hickies and Cuddy wants to know where they came from." I already know I can't write Cuddy worth shit, but I tried.

Wilson pulled self-consciously at the collar of his shirt, quietly muttering about pay back. While House walked along side him grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

“Why are you two late again?” Cuddy clearly wasn’t in the mood to play around as she moved to block the elevator.

“Wilson had to find a turtle neck.”

“What happened to your neck?” Cuddy eyed the small purplish bruise on Wilson’s neck with amusement, it was just above where the turtle neck cut off.

“Someone should have warned him, I bite,” House smirked at Cuddy, before dragging Wilson into the elevator.

Fic prompt

2006-04-23T02:39:41Z

I wrote this for timbershiver, her prompt was "House was feeling generous today" This is also the first drabble that I have ever written. So hopefully it doesn't suck too much, it's also probably rated R or NC-17. That's why it's behind a cut. :D

“Bed time,” House announced grabbing his cane and heading down the hall to his room.

“I’m not sleeping on the pee couch,” Wilson explained as he pulled back the blankets on House’s bed.

“You‘re lucky I‘m feeling generous,” House muttered as they settled in on different sides of the bed.

“Greg?” Wilson gasped, when he felt a warm hand sliding down his stomach and into his boxers.

“Relax,” House murmured, moving over closer to Wilson as he curled strong fingers around Wilson‘s length.

“Mmm Greg,” Wilson moaned, moving his hand to return the favor. After all it only seemed fair.

How things are

2006-04-18T16:25:32Z

TITLE: How things are
AUTHOR: craving_house
PAIRING: House/Wilson
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Sometimes words aren't needed.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own House, Wilson,although it would be nice.
NOTES: This is really short compared to what I normally write, but I think it works. Oh and thank you to ivy_trellis for the beta.

House wanted to scream, or do something to release the intense soul burning pain he felt. He couldn’t seem to shake the look in Wilson’s eyes. He really didn’t mean it. None of it. The words had all come out in rush of pain. After all of this time it didn’t seem right for Wilson to not know that he didn’t mean those words. That they were only forced out in an attempt to share his pain, no matter how selfish that may seem.

Now he was left alone, and Wilson was gone. The haunting pain that House had seen in his eyes the only thing left. That pain was something that drew them together more than any love ever could. They were both broken. They didn’t need or want or even expect to live happily ever after. They both knew that there really wasn’t a happily ever after.

At least that’s what they told each other. It was safe being bitter, it was safe not letting one in. Then again it was also really lonely. House tossed his glass of scotch at the wall across from his piano, taking pleasure in the crackling hiss as it shattered into jagged pieces. He couldn’t hold back a small bitter laugh at just how cliché it was to think of that as his heart.

Not that his heart was whole to begin with. He knew Wilson’s wasn’t either. But somehow their broken pieces had fit together, and none of them had been forced. Not like it was with Stacey. He had always moved a piece of himself or broken off a little bit of it trying to make it fit. It had never been like that with Wilson. They had simply fit.

Wilson was sitting next to him now. There wasn’t a need for words; they both knew how things worked. House never said he was sorry and Wilson always forgave him. They both also knew that at some point it wouldn’t work anymore. That something would happen and Wilson wouldn’t be able to just forgive him.

That night as they lay quietly intertwined, House couldn’t help but hold Wilson a little tighter. He knew that they couldn’t last forever like this. That at some point they would have to talk about things. That he wouldn’t be able to take everything out on Wilson. For now, though, House decided to accept things as they were. He would change for Wilson, even if he was kicking and screaming the whole way.

gh_jw @ 2006-04-16T00:17:00

2006-04-16T04:20:43Z

I need some help with my fic's for the H/W fest and just in general. I could use some ideas and some info from ya'll. I don't have a lot of free time to write so I am trying to make up a list of what I should work on. So feel free to say what you would like to see finished. Thanks in advance. :)

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Wilson's birthday

2006-03-29T19:12:09Z

This story is not done at all, but I am putting it up. Mostly because my sister is too damn nosey for her own good. I may make it private later, but I'm not sure just yet. I have a bunch of these that I am going to have to hide on here so I will mark them all WIP . They may or may not be where ya'll can read them. I can't decide what I want to do and I'm over tired and rambling, ugh here read. Oh this is so NC-17 it's not even funny.

Wilson woke up with a groan, stretching out the kinks in his back. He had been divorced for over a month now, but he still hadn’t gotten used to sleeping alone. He would wake up every morning curled up on the edge of what had always been his side of the bed. Julie had always been a fairly active sleeper so he had gotten used to sleeping on the edge of the bed to keep from getting hit. Now it just seemed stupid he had the whole bed to himself, and yet he was still sleeping on the edge.

The ringing of his phone made him jump, making the kink in his neck even worse. He grabbed the house phone first turning it on, but the ringing didn’t stop, so he moved his hand along the nightstand until he found his cell.

“Hello?”

“Jimmy, how are you doing on this glorious day?” He knew House was up to something he sounded way too cheerful not to be.

“House, it’s…” glancing over at the alarm clock Wilson let out another groan. “it’s not even five yet, and today is my day off. What do you want?” He didn’t think that there was any point in also pointing out that it was his birthday and he deserved to sleep in.

“You,” House replied simply, as he quietly slipped the key into the lock. He didn’t bother with the lights as he made his way through the darkened apartment he knew his way around.

“Well, why don’t you call back in a few hours and I’ll see what I can do for you,” Wilson offered, trying to ignore the pleasant rush of warmth that House’s reply had sent through him. They had only recently admitted to the attraction that had been between them for years, but they had agreed to take things slow. Which had been driving him crazy.

“Hmm I could do that, or you could open your eyes.” Wilson’s eyes snapped open to find a smirking House standing over his bed.

“What are you doing here?” Wilson asked with a small tired smile, as House flopped down on the bed beside him.

“I came to kidnap you,” House replied moving to make himself more comfortable, snuggling in under the blankets. Wilson had some of the softest sheets he had ever felt, and he was tempted to just curl up with Wilson and go back to sleep, but he had a schedule to stick to.

“You know if you wanted to get into my bed, all you had to do was ask,” Wilson said with a small smirk, moving over closer to House. He couldn’t keep from reaching his hand up to run his fingers through House’s hair. It was his birthday after all so he should be allowed his guilty pleasure for a few minutes.

“What about taking things slow?” House asked, letting his eyes drift shut, taking a moment just to enjoy the feeling of Wilson’s hand in his hair.

“That was your idea, not mine,” Wilson replied moving over closer to House, he used his hand that was in House’s hair to pull him into a slow deep kiss.

“Well, we can rethink it then. Now get up and get in the shower we have to leave in twenty minutes. I’ll pack your bag while you’re in the shower,” House murmured against Wilson’s lips, he was so close to just throwing his whole plan out the window and staying right here for the whole weekend.

“You’re not going to tell me where we’re going are you?” Wilson muttered pulling back from House before climbing out of the bed and heading for the bathroom.

“Nope. Now get your pretty little ass in the shower,” House called after him, taking ample time to admire Wilson’s nearly naked form.

“I’m going, I’m going,” Wilson replied with a small chuckle before closing the bathroom door. He switched the water on and set the temp before stripping off his boxers and stepping in under the warm spray.

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“So where are we going?” Wilson asked as House maneuvered in and out of traffic. They had been on the road for almost an hour and the only thing he could figure out was that they were heading towards New York.

“You’ll see,” House replied, it was the same thing that he had said the six other times that Wilson had asked him since they had gotten into the car.

“Why can’t you just tell me? I’ll be quiet for the rest of the ride,” Wilson offered, twisting in his seat so that he was facing House with his back resting against the door.

“Fine. You really want to know where we are going?”

“Yes.”

“A hotel.”

“A hotel, that’s all you’re going to tell me?”

“Hey I held up my end of the deal now it’s your turn.” Wilson’s only response was a half hearted glare in House’s direction as he slumped back in his seat.

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Wilson held up his end of the deal for the rest of the ride. He didn’t even say anything when they pulled into the hotels parking lot or while they were checking in. Not that House really cared, he was tired and was really looking forward to crawling into his bed for a nice nap before they had to be at their next place.

“Where are you going?” Wilson asked, breaking his silence for the first time as he followed House into the sleeping area of their hotel room.

“To take a nap. I was up early kidnapping you,” House replied, dropping his bag by the foot of his bed as he kicked off his shoes and pulled his jeans and t-shirt off before climbing into the bed with a small sigh of relief.

“You do realize you have your own bed, right?” House asked, rolling onto his side as Wilson climbed into the bed next to him.

“Yeah, but yours is more comfortable,” Wilson replied, with a grin as he moved over on the bed so that he was resting against House’s side.

“Now Jimmy do we need to talk about proper bed sharing etiquette?” House raised his eyebrows as he felt the hand that Wilson had placed on his stomach start to move further south.

“Oh you don’t think that’s proper? I really don’t think you’ll like this then.” Wilson moved his hand down lightly stroking House’s cock through the thin material of his boxers.

“James,” House groaned, trying to push Wilson’s hand away. Slow. They were suppose to be taking things slow. House reminded himself over and over as Wilson’s hand became more insistent.

“Come on Greg, it’s my birthday,” Wilson whined, carefully moving on top of House rubbing his thigh against House’s hardening cock.

“So I’m suppose to put out?” House asked, trying to ignore the things Wilson was doing with his hands and that damn thigh of his.

“It’s been three months, I think we have waited long enough. Besides I’m tired of taking things into my own hands,” Wilson replied, with a smirk leaning down to kiss House before he could make anymore objections. House gave up fighting Wilson letting himself be drawn into the kiss, his hands moving up over Wilson’s back, and pulling him in closer.

“One time offer Jimmy, me anyway you want me,” House offered only letting go of Wilson’s earlobe long enough to whisper the words before continuing his assault of Wilson’s ear and down his neck to a spot that he had quickly learned was one of Wilson’s favorites.

“I want you to fuck me, but I want to be on top,” Wilson replied in a hoarse whisper that broke off into a moan when House bit down on an especially sensitive spot on his neck.

“Best of both worlds, eh Jimmy?”

“Something like that,” Wilson replied with a smirk, reaching over to grab the bottle of lube that House had tossed on the bedside table earlier.

“Have you uh done this before?” House asked in a tone that clearly said for Wilson to tell him the truth. He was fairly sure he already knew the answer to that question, he wasn’t exactly a pro at this either.

“Umm no, have you?” Wilson asked in the same tone as House had used as he shifted a bit on top of him, enjoying the smooth slide of skin against skin.

“No, I…we don’t have to do this,” House said softly, as he trailed his hand up and down Wilson’s back, pulling him in a little closer.

“I know we don’t have to but I want to. I want you,” Wilson said just as softly, before leaning forward and brushing his lips against House’s in soft kiss, that House quickly deepened.

House moved one of his hands up to Wilson’s hair pulling him in closer, while his other hand moved down Wilson’s back briefly brushing over his ass before moving back up. He knew that no matter what Wilson said they had to take things slow. Reaching over he grabbed the bottle of lube that Wilson had left on the bed. He slowly and as gently as possible started to prepare Wilson as he combed the fingers of his other hand through Wilson’s hair drawing him deeper into the kiss.

Wilson tensed up a bit when he felt House’s first finger pressing into him, but he slowly started to relax as House continued his gentle caresses. He let out a small whimper when House removed his finger carefully pressing two in this time. Wilson moaned against House’s lips when he felt a third finger slip inside and all three curl around to stroke over his prostate, sending little ripples of pleasure coursing through his body.

When Wilson started to push back against his hand House removed it and grabbed the bottle of lube again. This time slicking his own cock as Wilson moved to straddle his hips. His hands moving over the soft plains of House’s stomach and up over his chest till he could grip House’s shoulders.

“Ready?” Wilson asked, once he was in position, his nerves flaring a bit when he realized exactly what he was going to be doing.

“I am if…” House broke off into a moan as Wilson started pushing down over him, slowly taking him in until he was buried to the hilt.

“You okay?” House asked, gently running his thumb over Wilson’s bottom lip that he had pulled between his teeth.

“Mmm it kind of hurts,” Wilson murmured, letting out a small whimper as he tried to find a position that didn’t hurt quite as much.

“Want to stop?” House started to lift Wilson off of him, not wanting to hurt him anymore than he already had.

“No s’okay.” Wilson leaned forward drawing House into another bruising kiss while he waited for his body to adjust. The pain was slowly starting to turn to pleasure as he began to rock his hips against House’s.

His slow movements gradually increased in speed and force. His own body’s need for release guiding his movements. Gone was the pain and in it’s wake was an intense pleasure, that only intensified when House wrapped his hand around his cock. He thought he would come right then as the waves of overwhelming pleasure washed over him. But he wanted to wait until House was right there with him. Using House’s shoulders for leverage he increased the speed and force of his movements. Letting House’s moans and broken off obscenities drive him harder, until he couldn’t hold out any longer his whole body tensing before shuddering with release.

He was only faintly aware of House’s hoarse cry of “James” as he came a few seconds later. Wilson collapsed in a boneless heap on top of House carefully avoiding his bad leg even in his post orgasm haze.

“This is the best birthday ever,” Wilson murmured, a short while later once his breathing was once again under control. He carefully rolled off of House and flopped onto his back looking around the room, it really was a nice hotel.

“And it‘s not even nine yet,” House muttered, moving over on the bed until he was sprawled out almost completely on top of Wilson. He couldn’t help but smile against Wilson’s neck. His body was still thrumming with post orgasm bliss, and Wilson made a pretty damn good pillow.

“What are you doing?” Wilson asked, even as he wrapped his arms around House pulling him in a little closer.

“Taking my nap, you know the reason why I came in here in the first place.”

“Mmm but you have to admit that was a lot more fun than any nap.”

“True, but now I need a nap even more.”

“I’m hungry,” Wilson said, after a few minutes of silence his hand on House’s back stilling. House cracked one eye open to look at Wilson, his own growling stomach out weighted his need for a nap at the moment.

“Call room service then,” House muttered, blindly reaching for the phone that was on the bed side table and handing it to Wilson before settling back against him.

“It’ll be here in a half hour,” Wilson said, hanging up the phone and settling back against his pillow.

“Good wake me when it gets here.”

“What are we doing today? Or is the plan to stay in bed? Not that I would mind staying in bed all weekend,” Wilson asked, earning a groan from House. It was House’s fault, he knew that Wilson couldn’t go back to sleep once he was up. House on the other hand could sleep through almost anything, well, obviously not an overly talkative Wilson.

“I am going to go take a shower since you won’t shut up long enough for me to sleep. Then we have someplace to be around noon, so that gives us about three hours to kill,” House replied, pushing himself up and grabbing his cane. He then pushed back the sheets and headed for the bathroom, not caring that Wilson was taking his time to admire the view.

“So where are we going?” Wilson asked, stepping into the shower behind House a few moments later.

“Are you always like this after sex?” House asked, tipping his head back under the spray and letting out a small sigh as the hot water rushed over him.

“Huh?” Wilson couldn’t remember what House’s question was, as he watched the water run down the trail of hair on House’s chest that went all the way down to his, “Like what you see Jimmy?” Wilson’s eyes snapped back up to find a smirking House watching him.

“Oh yeah.” Wilson took a few steps forward carefully pushing House up against the wall of the shower that had a built in bench. It was a fairly large shower, that was obviously set up to double as a sauna as well.

Wilson settled himself sitting astride House’s lap, as he let his hands move down the same path that the water had just taken. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of House, not that he wanted to. At this point he didn’t care if they left the hotel all weekend or ever for that matter. House’s moan brought him back into the moment, groaning when he felt House‘s hand trail teasingly along his cock.

“You know Jimmy we really need to work on your people skills. First you touched me in my naughty place when I was nice enough to share my bed with you. Then you were staring at me while I was trying to take a shower and now you rudely pushed me down on this bench. The reason for which I am sure is so that you can have your wicked way with me,” House said with a smirk, wrapping his fingers firmly around Wilson’s cock and stroking in one quick movement drawing a surprised moan from the other man.

“Now who needs to work on their people skills?” Wilson panted, his hips jerking forward of their own accord when House pressed his thumb against the slit at the top of Wilson’s cock.

“We have always known that I have no people skills,” House hissed against Wilson’s ear, before biting down hard on Wilson’s ear lobe smiling at the shudder and whimper the action drew from the younger man. Wilson’s hands tightened almost painfully against his shoulders, blunt nails biting into his skin as Wilson’s hips bucked forward.

“Fuck Greg,” Wilson groaned, his head dropping to rest against House’s shoulder. He was so fucking close it almost hurt. His hips pushed forward against House’s hand trying to encourage him to move faster, harder.

“Happy birthday James,” House whispered pressing a kiss to Wilson’s cheek, as he pushed Wilson over the edge with a final stroke of his hand. His own cock jerking in response to Wilson’s moan, as he came biting down on House’s shoulder with a muffled cry.

“That is one of the best birthday presents I have ever received. So I feel that I should give something back in return,” Wilson said a few minutes later once he had caught his breath. He could still feel House’s cock pressing insistently against his stomach.

“Don’t let me stop you,” House groaned, as Wilson wrapped his hand firmly around his cock, leaning forward so that his lips were only a breath away from House’s as he started to move his hand in long quick strokes.

“Do you know how amazing it felt when you were fucking me? I have wanted that for so long, wanted you for so fucking long. Do you know how many nights I spent imagining you were fucking me, while I jerked off in the shower? Kind of ironic that were in the shower now, and you’re the one that’s about to come all over me,” Wilson murmured, the last bit against House’s ear, his tongue flicking out to run along the shell before working his way down House’s neck suckling softly just to the right of House’s Adam’s apple.

That was all House needed his hips bucked up against Wilson’s hand as he came with a hoarse cry.

0000000000000000

They had eaten breakfast and gotten dressed without anymore side trips, both satisfied completely they headed out to their next destination. Wilson was about to ask if House had brought him out here to kill him when they arrived at a large open area that was about fifty miles outside of New York. That was until they turned another corner and he saw a large sign come into view. “One day only, Gravedigger returns.”

“I thought they retired him.”

“Well, you just have to know the right people,” House replied with a smirk as he maneuvered his car into one of the makeshift parking spots.

“You did this for me?” Wilson asked, as he clambered out of the car. He placed a hand on House’s elbow to help him maneuver through the gravel that covered what had been mapped off as a parking area.

“Not exactly, I found out about it from one of my old patients. I saved his life so he hooked me up with these tickets.” House waved the tickets at Wilson not even objecting the hand on his elbow. The truth of the matter was he needed the added help at the moment. His leg wasn’t exactly happy about his early morning activities, but it was more than worth it.

“Where do you want to sit?” Wilson asked, once they were inside the arena area. His hand had moved from House’s elbow to rest lightly against his back as they made their way through the small crowd of people.

“Somewhere that’s stairs free,” House muttered, glaring at a teenage boy that nearly ran him down.

“You don’t want to go to prison,” Wilson said with a small smile, his hand clenching briefly against House’s back when he saw the look House sent the kid that did knock into him. Wilson quickly lead them over to a group of seats that were close enough to see well, but not in an overly crowded area.

“I doubt anyone would miss that little bastard,” House muttered, dropping into the seat next to Wilson, and hooking his cane over the back of the seat in front of him.

“Greg, he was five, I’m sure he didn’t mean to run into you,” Wilson reassured him, his hand finding it’s way to rest against House’s thigh as he settled in a bit more comfortably into his seat.

“That’s what he wanted you to think,” House pouted, covering Wilson’s hand with his own and squeezing as he settled back in his seat waiting for the show to start.