Well. This came outta the blue. I really like the way it turned out.

WARNING:This is a slash smut!fic, as in explicit sexual content between two men. Seriously, if you don't like that sort of thing, you don't have to read it.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own "House, M.D.", its characters, or anything pertaining to it. I just own this story and its plot.

Coition

Wilson's jaw dropped, "You want what?"

"You heard me just fine. I want to have sex in either of our offices." House stated nonchalantly, leaning back on the couch in Wilson's office.

"Well... But... I mean... Why??"

House snorted, "Because the thrill of possibly being caught is fucking hot, that's why."

The oncologist blanched, "Wh-Why can't you just be happy with a normal sex life?"

"... Do you even know who you're talking to?"

The two stared at each other in silence for a few moments, neither wanting to back down from their stand on the situation. Naturally, Wilson was the one who caved in.

"... Fine. We'll have office sex. Now go away so I can finish this paperwork." Wilson sighed, picking up his pen.

House chuckled, "I want it now, James."

"House, it's the middle of the day!"

"So? Just draw the blinds and lock the doors."

Wilson slumped back in his chair, placing a hand over his eyes, "You're not going to leave me alone until we do this, are you?"

"You know me so well."

With a small groan, the younger doctor got up and slowly closed the blinds and locked the doors. "I swear, if you tell anybody about this, I'll castrate you with a rusty knife."

"Duly noted, dear." House said cheerfully, spreading his arms out on the back of the couch, opening his legs a bit.

Wilson turned around and blinked at him, slightly bewildered, "What... are you doing?"

"You're gonna ride me."

"C-Come again?"

"I'll come when I want to, thanks. ... My leg's acting up today. So, you'll have to ride me."

The slighter man sighed, "Fine. Do you have any lubricant?"

"Now why would I carry something like that around? Somebody might think I'm a horn dog or something."

"Right, because that part of your life is such a secret." Wilson snorted, going to retrieve something from his desk before walking over to House.

Hail let out an incredulous laugh, "You keep a bottle of lotion at work? Do you need to masturbate that much?"

"Shut up. My hands get dry during the winter."

House grabbed the bottle, inspecting it more closely before smirking, "... It's vanilla scented."

Wilson snatched it back, blushing a bright red, "I-I don't get myself off at work!"

"Then why do you keep lotion in your desk? And don't give me that bullshit explanation about how you have dry hands, 'cause I know that your hands are anything but."

"Well... I-I wear it sometimes... when I know I'm going to be around you, because I know you like the smell. It's like the smell turns you into a romantic lover, and occasionally I want... it to be tender and loving."

"Like it's ever not? I've slept with you multiple times because I love you, Jimmy boy, and I can't get enough of you." House paused, "... Can we get going before this turns into an episode of 'How Gay Can We Sound'?"

Wilson chuckled, leaning down to press a quick kiss on the diagnostician's lips, "Sure."

He set the lotion down next to House, clambering on top of him. He carded his fingers through House's hair as he kissed him again, much more passionately this time. The battle for dominance was over quickly, and Wilson's lips parted willingly to allow the larger man access.

House moaned softly; he could still taste his lover's mint-flavored mouth wash.

The older doctor's hands trailed down Wilson's back, eventually coming to rest on his ass. He gave the cheeks an appreciative squeeze before gripping them firmly, pushing Wilson's hips closer to the seated man.

Wilson mewled in surprise and started kissing House's jawline, up to his ear. "W-Want you... in me... so badly..." he whispered huskily.

House ground his hips upwards into Wilson, his already hardening member pressing up against the slighter man, "So do something about it."

Wilson gasped, "G-Greg...!"

He squeezed Wilson's ass roughly, "It's your show. You want something to happen? You gotta do it yourself."

Wilson whimpered, nodding, "A-Alright."

He settled his hips back on House's lap, careful as always about his injured thigh. His hands ran down from House's hair, over his shoulders and down his chest, resting at his pants. Expert hands undid the belt, button, and zipper before sliding the pants down as far as he could without needing House to lift up off of the couch.

Their eyes were locked, brown orbs staring shyly into confident, blue ones.

He fisted House's erection through the slim material of his boxers, eliciting a deep moan from the diagnostician. With his free hand, he began stroking himself through his work pants.

After what felt like forever, House's hands moved from Wilson's ass and batted his hand away from the Wilson's groin, "I'll take care of you."

House's hands worked hastily to undo Wilson's pants. He slid them halfway down Wilson's thighs, then grabbed the bottle of lotion. He squirted some of it onto his fingers before urging Wilson's legs open a bit more.

The slighter man complied, shuddering in anticipation. He gasped loudly when the first finger breached his entrance.

House took a bit of time, making sure his lover was fully prepared, gently adding one finger, then another as he went along.

Wilson's muscles flexed around the three fingers as he whimpered, "Greg... please..."

"G-Gotta finish... getting me ready."

Eagerly, Wilson eased House's boxers down to join his pants. He picked up the bottle and squirted a generous amount into his palm before reaching down to lubricate House's length. Once finished, he wriggled his ass against House's fingers, begging for him to take them out so he could enjoy the real thing.

House chuckled slightly, pulling the fingers out and leaning back to allow Wilson to do as he pleased.

Wilson placed his entrance right above House's penis, a tremor wracking his body as the two barely brushed against the other. With a sharp gasp, Wilson pushed down, impaling himself on House's member.

House's head tossed back as he groaned. Wilson made sure to push down as far as he could; House was almost completely sheathed within the oncologist.

Wilson lifted his hips and brought himself down. He repeated the act several times before settling on a steady pace. He rode his lover for an unknown amount of time. It lasted for eternity. It lasted for only a moment.

Wilson's legs began to tremble with the exertion, "H-House... I can't..."

Without a word, House's hands drifted down and gripped Wilson's hips. He captured Wilson's lips in a fiery kiss as he helped move him along.

The room was quiet, aside from the whimpers from Wilson and the moans from House, both of which were muffled by the other's mouth.

With a stifled cry, Wilson came first, spraying his seed over his and House's shirt-clad chests.

He rested his head on the other's shoulder, allowing House to do all of the work.

It took a few more minutes for House's own orgasm to take over. He gripped Wilson's hips firmly and held him down, rocking against the younger man, draining himself as much as he could.

Both doctor's panting filled the air, their bodies falling limp.

Finally, Wilson spoke. "W-Wow..."

"Told you it was hot." House kissed his lips gently.

"Yeah... you were right. It was fun..."

"Just wait until the next time we do it in the office. I'll make sure my leg's better so I can bend you over the desk and ravage you properly."

"... Such a romantic guy, House. That's the sweetest thing I've heard from you since that poem you wrote me." (1)

"I know. I even amaze myself."

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1) See chapter 26 of The Buddy Collections to read the poem.

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