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Admit It
by Staci Tipsword
(this is an alternate scene idea for 5x04. Spoilers might be here for season 5 eps 1-4. This takes place in the funeral home, after House delivered the eulogy. Also, don't be offended by the use of the word "fag", please, I mean no offence. And, I don't own any of anything in the House world. Enjoy!)
Wilson: I can't believe you! You've taken a moment of real, human grief, and turned it into a farce!
House: Oh cut the crap! You enjoy what I do, I never had to force you, you like coming along for the ride!
Wilson: Oh yeah, that's why I'm cheering you on now.
House: This is about you needing to be prepared for the worst. So you become an oncologist. No surprises there, the worst happens all the time. But Amber, she was young and healthy, her death came out of nowhere.
Wilson: Don't bring Amber into this!
House: You weren't ready, and that made you angry, the world sucks and you didn't have time to brace yourself.
Wilson: What happened out there is your show!
House: You're scared to death of losing anyone that matters! So you dump the person that matters the most to you!
Wilson: I'm not scared to death, I'm moving forward!
House: Because no one can take away from you what you no longer have!
Wilson: annoyed laugh Your father's death is about you, Amber's death is about you, I can't imagine why someone wouldn't want to be your friend!
House: Admit it! You're angry and you're scared of losing me!
Wilson: I'm not angry, I'm not scared...
House: interrupting Admit it.
Wilson: ...I'm not afraid, I've lost...
House: Admit it! Admit it!
Wilson: What are you, five? Stop repeating yourself!
House: Admit it admit it admit it admit it admit it admit it! Come on! Admit it!
All of the sudden, House felt a pair of lips crash violently against his. He didn't even know what had hit him, but he opened his mouth to try to go further. Wilson reciprocated, opening his mouth to explore House's with his tongue. Wilson didn't know what he was doing, but it just felt right. House let go of his cane, letting it clatter to the floor of the funeral home. He snaked his arm around Wilson's waist, pulling him closer, as the two men kissed. Breaking the kiss, Wilson pushed House up against a wall.
House unbuttoned his shirt and took off his jacket. Wilson started kissing House's neck, then started to move lower and lower, reaching his chest. He opened House's shirt, running his hands up the back, and placed a soft kiss on his nipple. He took it in his mouth, lightly biting it, twisting it in his teeth. House threw his head back and sighed. All he could think about was that his best friend was doing, right now, what he dreamed of every night since Wilson had left.
Wilson continued his trail of kisses down House's torso, reaching his belly button, and giving it a soft kiss. Once he reached his pants, he pulled back, gazing at his former best friend's beautiful frame, standing before him, looking heavenly. Wilson still couldn't believe what he was doing, but he knew it was right. He couldn't tell House how much he loved him, he could only express it in this physical way. Wilson's eyes stared at the growing erection in his face, and smiled.
Wilson placed his hand on House's arousal, and House shivered. Wilson has never felt another man's hard on before, even through pants, but he definitely liked this. Slowly, he undid the button and the zipper that stood in the way of the ultimate goal. Yanking down his pants, he noticed that House had on a pair of his boxers, which he had left at House's apartment in case he ever needed them. Wilson smiled again. House noticed this smile, and smiled himself. He could hardly believe that his actual fantasies were coming true, right here in this funeral home, with his mom in the next room. He didn't even give it a second thought as he felt Wilson's hand go inside of his boxers, groping his dick.
Wilson felt his own pants getting tight, so he put his other hand down his own pants, stroking his intense hard on at the same rhythm that he stroked House's. House moaned, a deep growl really, one that was almost primal. House yearned to feel more of Wilson, needing to feel him, wanting him. Wilson licked his lips, then slowly took House's head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip, flicking his tongue over the slit in the tip. House let out another deep moan. He put his hand in Wilson's hair, running his fingers through it, slowly pushing Wilson deeper onto his cock. Wilson took it in stride, taking in all of House, while he stroked himself. Committed to giving the best blow job House has ever had, he let House thrust hard into his face, making him almost gag a few times, but overall doing quite well.
House couldn't contain himself for very long, the excitement and intensity of the moment was just too much for him, and he orgasmed hard into Wilson's waiting mouth, spurting his hot seed down his throat, Wilson swallowing it all down like a good boy.
"Wilson," House said, completely out of breath, "I need to feel you inside of me. I want you to cum inside of me, your hot juices filling me up, spilling out of me, I don't care how much it will hurt with no lube, nothing could hurt as bad as my leg, I just need to feel you. You need to have the pleasure I just did, you haven't had any in such a long time."
Wilson couldn't say anything. In total disbelief, he stood up, and waited while House got down onto his knees. "No, wait," Wilson said, "I want to look into your eyes while I do this. I haven't seen your beautiful eyes in ages, and I want to look into them as I fuck you."
"Damn it, Wilson, you always have to be all god damn sentimental about everything, don't you?" House replied, smiling. Lying on his back and pulling his knees up to his chest, his leg not happy with this position, he took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm ready. Just go for it. Don't stop, no matter what." House said, already wincing at the pain he imagined.
Wilson positioned the tip of his cock at House's entrance. Spitting onto his hand, he rubbed House's ass, hoping that the simple lube would be enough to not hurt him. With one hard thrust, Wilson pushed himself into House. House made a short yelp, but the look on his face had only pure ecstasy. Wilson looked deep into House's blue eyes as he thrust, harder and faster, into him. The room was filled with the sounds of the men moaning and panting, with only the dead to hear them. Wilson wasn't used to the tightness of fucking a man, and soon couldn't help but orgasm. Wilson filled up House with his manjuice, panting and sighing. House orgasmed, again, as well. His sperm shot onto Wilson's chest. Wilson crashed down on top of House, holding him tightly.
"I'm so sorry I left you. I'm never leaving you again." Wilson whispered into his ear.
"Damn right you aren't. If you do, I now have great blackmail against you." House retorted.
"You're such an ass, House, you really are." Wilson sighed, getting up and straightening out his clothes. "We better get back, people might think we've killed each other or something."
"You're right. Also, give me back my damn Vicodin."
"Fine. You've earned it, I think." Wilson replied, with a wink.
"Shut up, you're such a fag sometimes." House smiled, as they both left the funeral home.
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