Title: Dressing for the Day
Prompt: # 2, Cross-Dressing
Word Count: 1096
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Neither House (and all his sexy wonderfulness), nor any of the other characters, settings, etc. that go with him belong to me...But a girl can dream.
Author's Notes: I love a nice pair of lacy panties on a guy. It's a horrible addiction. And as much as I love to see them wearing other women's things, I just couldn't do it to Wilson. At least, not this time... -evil grin-
"House!" The younger man's voice echoed from the bedroom, reaching House as he braced himself against the wall of their shower. Smirking, he pulled open the sliding glass door, grabbing hold of the handicapped bar to keep his weight off his leg as he stepped out. He was facing away when the bathroom door burst open, banging loudly off the wall. "House," Wilson warned, his voice the closest thing to a snarl as it would ever get. With a quiet groan, Gregory House pulled his bum leg out of the shower and sat on the closed lid of the toilet, pulling the towel off the sink corner to begin drying the limb as he looked up at the other doctor.
"Good morning to you too, honey," he mocked, watching Wilson's face turn a deeper shade of red. Holding up a pair of black lace women's panties, the other doctor looked ready to strangle him, and it took a measure of House's self-control to keep from laughing at the expression. Instead, he let out a loud gasp, morphing his own features into a look of over-dramatic confusion. "Why, Wilson, I do believe those aren't yours! What ever could they be doing in our apartment?"
"Where are they?" Wilson demanded, tossing the offending garment at House and placing his hands on his hips expectantly. Ignoring the question, he picked up the panties in one hand and held them up, examining the lacework pattern as though he had never seen them before. "House," Wilson ground, and he turned his face towards the other man innocently. "Where are my boxers?"
"Why, I have no idea, Jimmy," House replied, throwing the panties back to him and finally allowing his lips to curve upwards slightly in a smirk, "You know I'd never touch your laundry."
With a sigh of defeat, Wilson shot him one last glare before turning out of the bathroom and stomping angrily down the hall. Knowing what would be coming next, House grabbed his towel and his cane from its place against the wall and limped after him. He watched as the panties were thrown in an annoyed ball at the bed, before Wilson turned towards his closet. Forcing himself to turn away to avoid laughing outright, House busied himself with finishing the job of drying himself.
"What the hell's gotten into you!" Wilson snapped loudly, drawing his attention. Looking over his shoulder, he glanced briefly at now-empty basket in the closet, the other doctor's enraged expression, and finally, the garments strewn on the floor
"Oh my gosh!" House said, doing his usual imitation of surprise, "Wilson, even your dirty underwear is gone?" Wilson's eyes narrowed and his hands tightened into fists until his knuckles whitened. "Someone must have broken in during the night and stolen them all," he pushed, and Wilson finally snapped.
"Damn it, House, this isn't a game!"
"I agree," he replied, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice as as the other man's lip thinned into a line in his anger. Lifting his chin slightly in gesture at the offending panties, House met his eyes casually. "Put them on."
"Wha- No!" Shrugging, House turned towards his side of the dresser, beginning to casually rummage for his own clothes.
"Then I guess you'll be going to work without, today," he said, tossing a pair of briefs onto the bed. His own clothes would be too small for Wilson, which meant that really was the man's only other option. "I wonder if anyone will notice," he added, turning back around with his socks in his hand and smirking. "Better keep your coat buttoned up nice and ti-"
"Alright!" House paused, looking at Wilson's defeated expression for a moment.
"Seriously? I mean, it was that easy?"
"If you agree to tell me where you hid my boxers afterward, then, yes, House, I will play your little game and put them on."
Smiling wickedly, House sat on the edge of the bed to watch him expectantly. "You have a deal." Wilson flushed in embarrassment as he snatched the panties from the bed, yanking them on while avoiding the other man's eyes. Once the lace fabric slid into place over his hips, he adjusted himself awkwardly before glancing at House again. The older man was staring at him openly, and he shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.
"What?" he tried to snap, his nerves taking the anger out of the question.
"Come here," House said, his already rough voice sounding more gravelly than usual. Taking a few hesitant steps closer, Wilson let out a startled gasp as he was grabbed and pulled onto the bed beside his lover.
"What are y-"
"Do you have any idea," House growled, laying his body over Wilson's, one hand pinning the man's wrists to the mattress as the other slid between them, "How good those look on you?" Wilson flushed at the words and was about to shake his head when House's hand rubbed his cock through the thin layer of fabric between them. Parting his lips slightly in a soft moan, he couldn't help pressing himself up into the touch.
Feeling the younger man respond, House slipped his hand beneath the waistband of the panties, brushing his fingers against Wilson's cock until it was fully hard. "See, James, it's not so bad," he rumbled in his ear, unable to keep from smirking as he spoke. Beneath him, Wilson attempted to glare, but failed as House's hand wrapped firmly around the shaft of his cock and gave it a few short strokes. When he pulled away a moment later, Wilson let out a frustrated sigh, finally managing the glare he had tried to give before.
"House?" he asked, sitting up as House rose from the bed. When the other man reached for his briefs on the bed, Wilson grasped his wrist to stop him and gave him a confused glance.
"Later, Wilson. We still have work to go to," House replied, a wicked glint in his eyes as he smirked down at Wilson.
"Work...right," Wilson blushed, standing up as well. "So then, where are my boxers?"
House was facing away as he spoke, pulling his briefs up over his bony hips. "Oh, I threw them all away," he said, casting a sly glance at Wilson over his shoulder. "You'll have to wear those to work after all."