Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2010 20:50:20 -0800 (PST) From: Carlton Harris <mrsmiley411@yahoo.com> Subject: House Chapter 10 House is the property of Bad Hat Harry productions. I do not claim to own the show. This story is a work of fiction. The people in this story are not gay and don't take this story to represent their real lives. I'm not making any profit from this story. If you are not into gay sex or are not 18 or older, then don't read this (or at least don't get caught). House (Chapter 10) "House." Wilson caught his breath as his lips broke off from kissing Matthew Fox. He was now staring directly into the eyes of House, the only man he had eyes for, the only man he had ever loved. "What's Up?" House replied in a tone that would lead anyone to believe he was no in no way shocked by the scene that was so clearly in front of him. Matthew slowly turned around to see Dr. House with a slight smile on his face. "Hi again, Dr. House." Fox offered. "Quick question, Mr. Fox," House replied making his way over to Wilson's desk. He was forced to side-step two in order to get to his destination. "And what would that be, Doc?" Fox inquired a little nervous about what was about to happen. "Would it be inappropriate for a grown man to carry an autograph book on to the set of the show?" House asked shoving a couple of fries into his mouth. Wilson could do nothing but stare down at the clean office floor, utterly embarrassed. "Um...not at all. Even crew members often bring posters, t-shirts, and memorabilia for the cast to sign. And on that note, I should really get back to work, our plane leaves at 9. I will be seeing you two this weekend, I hope." Fox began excusing himself when House stopped him at the door. "Oh Mr. Fox! You forgot these." House picked up the actor's sunglasses from Wilson's desk and quickly threw the frames at the man's chest who barely caught them. "Bye." With that the door closed behind the actor and Wilson was almost sure it would be the last time he would ever see him, excluding watching Lost on a television set. The two stood in place like statues of two opposing soldiers stuck on the battlefield. House was first to make a move. "I will see you when you later, if you have the balls to look me in the face anymore." House said with a hint of disdain. He was on his way out when... "House. The worst thing you can do right now is walk away without giving me a chance to explain." This was the first thing Wilson had said since House walked into his office. "Well, I guess we are both doing the `worst' thing we could possibly do right now." House replied. "Don't you think that is just a bit dramatic, even for you?" Wilson retorted. In his best impression of a whiny, spoiled, teenage brat House yelled at the top of his lungs, "I guess my parents didn't love me enough!" Wilson was sure the entire hospital had heard him, they even caught the attention of some orderly passing by. Just then Cuddy stormed in after exiting a crowded elevator. "What the hell is going on here?" She fumed as she swung the door open and accidentally clipped House on his heel. "Oh damn, sorry." "Don't worry! I have been hurt worse today!" House continued in the petulant voice as he proceeded down the corridor limping on his only good leg and sticking his tongue out at the two doctors. "What is with him?" Cuddy asked. "Not sure. Can I help you with anything?" Wilson answered. "I just wanted to wish you two a happy trip. Please be safe out there, the two of you together always equals trouble and you are both too valuable to this hospital. Don't fuck up!' With this, she was on her way out and finally Wilson was left with his thoughts. He didn't know if he felt guilty or if he somehow felt relieved. Indeed he did love House more than anyone he had ever known, but he could not deny the way he felt when in the presence of the studly TV-star. Matthew was the one thing Greg was not: romantic. It simply was not in House's nature to write poems or look at floral arrangements. It was a bit of a turn-on to be so attracted to someone who is so anti-affection. Matthew, on the other hand, was something out of a fairy-tale fantasy. He had been able to tap into Wilson's most inner memories of a young man determined to claim a Prince Charming for himself. Maybe all of this was a sign, but of what, Wilson was clueless. He needed time. *********************************** 6:30pm. Wilson sat in the hospital cafeteria and mulled his options over. He was sure what he would say to either men if he had the opportunity. Some prose with the word "sorry" seemed like a start to say to both his current suitors. "Decision time, James." He said to himself out loud. He hastily opted to converse with Matthew first. He assumed it would be the lesser of two evils, the easier of two confrontations. He fished his cell phone out of his pocket and went on to dial the last outgoing call. "Hey." Matthew answered in a tone of both worry and nervousness. "Hey." Wilson replied with a huge sigh. "Are you alright?" "I am fine." "You are? I would be a complete shit right about now. James you have to know, I never meant for anyone to get hurt..." "It`s okay and it is not your fault. I am a big boy. I don't regret time spent with you." Wilson was able to say this with a smile and unbeknownst to him, Matthew picked up on it. "Did you like my kissing you this morning?" Matthew whispered with a grin.. "If I recall, it was I who was kissing you." He replied. "Ah, so you do remember?" Matthew chuckled. "Remember? How could I forget? It was amazing." Wilson exclaimed. "Amazing? Wow. Don't get too excited, you haven't see anything yet," Matthew replied. "You don't know what I would do to you, given the chance." "Really? Well what would that involve?" Wilson's erection was slowly growing and knew he would have to get to a more private area or risk revealing himself in front of everyone and their $1.35 slices of frozen pizza. He began to make his way toward the nearest janitorial closet as he listened to the ABC actor whisper sweet nothings into his end of the phone. "I would actually rather show you in person." Matthew finished. "Hmmm." Wilson replied. "Maybe I will get that chance this weekend when you come down." Matthew offered. Silence. ""You are still planning on coming, right?" Fox asked. "Of course! I indeed plan on `cumming'" Wilson replied. "James, what are we doing here?" "I think we are victims of exigent circumstances." Wilson argued. "Interesting." "I wanna blow you." Wilson blurted. He pressed his back up against the closet door and slid his hands inside of his neatly-pressed pants. "Yeah? I want you to blow me." Matthew replied. "Are you a good cocksucker?" "Oh, yeah! I would grab it at the base and then I would nibble on the head." Wilson gasped as he reached into the waistband of his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. "James, are you touching yourself?" Matthew said in a hushed tone. "Yeah. I am stroking it. My pants are around my ankles and I am fucking stroking this monster cock...awwwwffuuuccckkkk. I wish you were here to plow me." Wilson breathed. "Mmm...I want you suck on three of your fingers, imagining that they are my 10 inch dick and then shove them up your tight little ass, all the way to the knuckle. You hear me?" Matthew said getting a huge hard-on as he spoke to Wilson. The talented actor had already made his way back to his trailer and had his pants halfway unbuckled. "I wanna hear you beg for me to fuck the cum right out of you." Fox finished. "Oh, yeah...Please.." Wilson was surely about to be interrupted. BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG The door was rammed open and Wilson was thrown on his stomach. He scrambled to get his pants back up and the phone flung across the room. House walked in and quickly retrieved the phone. "James...James are you alright?" Matt asked. "We're sorry your pathetic phone sex has been disconnected." House said in his best automated computer voice. He hung up and tossed the phone at Wilson's feet. "What are you doing?" Wilson asked both embarrassed and enraged, "And for fuck's sake could you close the door?" he finished. "I`ve got one question?" House said. "What's that?" Wilson replied suddenly nervous. "Did you let him fuck you?" House said looking at his cane. "No." Wilson said, almost inaudible. "Did you want him to?" "House...please," Wilson replied. "Just answer me." House asked raising his voice. "Yes." "Well I guess that's it. I will see you at the airport." With that House was gone before Wilson could say anything. He needed more time.