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pun. I hope you're having a good day, not too crazy, and I look forward to celebrating with pink drinks when we get the chance. Until then...a House poll!
Take a look at these House/Wilson first time scenarios and choose which one you prefer:
Classic Misunderstanding
Their first time happens the night they meet, at a medical conference. House is feeling restless and bored and horny, but not in the mood to make an actual effort to pick someone up. So he calls an escort service. Wilson just happens to show up at his door then, to ask questions about an article House published. House says dryly, "I guess I should have specified 'with boobs,' not just a brunette." Wilson tries to correct the mistake, but House isn't listening, too busy giving Wilson the once-over. At last he says, "You're not unattractive, and you have the undeniable advantage of being here now." He pushes Wilson over toward the bed, and Wilson tries to tell him, "But you don't understand." House kisses him. "You're selling. I'm buying. I think I get it." Wilson blushes, but he doesn't stop House from tumbling him back onto the mattress. They spend the night together, and Wilson leaves before House wakes up in the morning. It's only at an afternoon session on hard-to-diagnose cancers moderated by Dr. James Wilson that House realizes the truth.
Midnight Snack
They first have sex while Wilson is staying with House after the breakup of his last marriage. After a few evenings, House starts to get up for a "midnight snack." At first, he just stands in the kitchen and watches Wilson sleeping, then he takes to sitting in a chair near him, then beside him on the couch. It's a game he's playing, to see how far he can go without waking Wilson up. Wilson never even stirs, and he doesn't say anything in the morning. Eventually, watching turns into touching. House pushes back the blankets and touches Wilson's shoulder through his T-shirt, then the bare skin of his wrist, the little strip of flesh where his shirt has ridden up. Still, Wilson doesn't wake. So the next night, House touches Wilson's cock through his boxers, then pushes them down, starts to jack him off. "I know you're not asleep," House says quietly. Wilson smiles, but doesn't open his eyes. When House leans down to kiss him, he kisses back, touches House back. In the morning, they eat blueberry pancakes, and House makes fun of Wilson for blow drying his hair, and they go to work as if nothing has changed.
Learning Experience
Wilson is in his last year of college, applying to medical schools, and as part of the process, he goes for interviews. At one of the schools, he's invited by a medical student to come to a party that night so he can talk to people and get a sense of what the program is really like. He goes, and there's a keg, and he drinks too much. He gets kind of messy and starts talking about how he just wants to help people, how he really needs to be needed. A slurred voice whispers against his ear, "Does your Mother Teresa complex include letting me fuck you in the bathroom?" Wilson starts to say something back, but then a hand settles on his cock, and he just nods. They end up in one of the stalls, their pants down around their ankles, Wilson's cheek pressed against the cool metal of the door. Wilson never gets the guy's name, but he remembers his face, remembers that it's the hottest fuck of his life. When he and House meet again years later, they both pretend it's for the first time. They both believe the other doesn't remember.
Lingerie Model
House runs into Wilson at Victoria's Secret. This is during one of Wilson's previous marriages, and he's checking out some lacy camisoles. Wilson looks terribly embarrassed and wants to know what House is doing there, to which House replies, "Some people have amusement parks. I have this." He peruses the camisole Wilson has in his hand and says, "It's all in how it lays against the skin. You really have to see it on." Before Wilson can answer, House has pulled a larger size off the rack and is hustling him toward the dressing room. House tells the startled saleswoman, "He's a pre-op transsexual. I'm sure you wouldn't want anyone to think the store is prejudiced." She's too flustered to stop them from going into a changing room. Wilson tells House he's insane, and House says Wilson is just chicken. Eventually, Wilson caves and tries on the camisole. "Happy now?" he says, standing there in silk-and-lace and cotton briefs. "Not quite," House says, and settles onto the chair and sucks Wilson off. Afterwards, while Wilson is still a panting mess, House says, "Definitely get that one. Your mistress will love it." And leaves.
[Poll #742998]
pun. I hope you're having a good day, not too crazy, and I look forward to celebrating with pink drinks when we get the chance. Until then...a House poll!Take a look at these House/Wilson first time scenarios and choose which one you prefer:
Classic Misunderstanding
Their first time happens the night they meet, at a medical conference. House is feeling restless and bored and horny, but not in the mood to make an actual effort to pick someone up. So he calls an escort service. Wilson just happens to show up at his door then, to ask questions about an article House published. House says dryly, "I guess I should have specified 'with boobs,' not just a brunette." Wilson tries to correct the mistake, but House isn't listening, too busy giving Wilson the once-over. At last he says, "You're not unattractive, and you have the undeniable advantage of being here now." He pushes Wilson over toward the bed, and Wilson tries to tell him, "But you don't understand." House kisses him. "You're selling. I'm buying. I think I get it." Wilson blushes, but he doesn't stop House from tumbling him back onto the mattress. They spend the night together, and Wilson leaves before House wakes up in the morning. It's only at an afternoon session on hard-to-diagnose cancers moderated by Dr. James Wilson that House realizes the truth.
Midnight Snack
They first have sex while Wilson is staying with House after the breakup of his last marriage. After a few evenings, House starts to get up for a "midnight snack." At first, he just stands in the kitchen and watches Wilson sleeping, then he takes to sitting in a chair near him, then beside him on the couch. It's a game he's playing, to see how far he can go without waking Wilson up. Wilson never even stirs, and he doesn't say anything in the morning. Eventually, watching turns into touching. House pushes back the blankets and touches Wilson's shoulder through his T-shirt, then the bare skin of his wrist, the little strip of flesh where his shirt has ridden up. Still, Wilson doesn't wake. So the next night, House touches Wilson's cock through his boxers, then pushes them down, starts to jack him off. "I know you're not asleep," House says quietly. Wilson smiles, but doesn't open his eyes. When House leans down to kiss him, he kisses back, touches House back. In the morning, they eat blueberry pancakes, and House makes fun of Wilson for blow drying his hair, and they go to work as if nothing has changed.
Learning Experience
Wilson is in his last year of college, applying to medical schools, and as part of the process, he goes for interviews. At one of the schools, he's invited by a medical student to come to a party that night so he can talk to people and get a sense of what the program is really like. He goes, and there's a keg, and he drinks too much. He gets kind of messy and starts talking about how he just wants to help people, how he really needs to be needed. A slurred voice whispers against his ear, "Does your Mother Teresa complex include letting me fuck you in the bathroom?" Wilson starts to say something back, but then a hand settles on his cock, and he just nods. They end up in one of the stalls, their pants down around their ankles, Wilson's cheek pressed against the cool metal of the door. Wilson never gets the guy's name, but he remembers his face, remembers that it's the hottest fuck of his life. When he and House meet again years later, they both pretend it's for the first time. They both believe the other doesn't remember.
Lingerie Model
House runs into Wilson at Victoria's Secret. This is during one of Wilson's previous marriages, and he's checking out some lacy camisoles. Wilson looks terribly embarrassed and wants to know what House is doing there, to which House replies, "Some people have amusement parks. I have this." He peruses the camisole Wilson has in his hand and says, "It's all in how it lays against the skin. You really have to see it on." Before Wilson can answer, House has pulled a larger size off the rack and is hustling him toward the dressing room. House tells the startled saleswoman, "He's a pre-op transsexual. I'm sure you wouldn't want anyone to think the store is prejudiced." She's too flustered to stop them from going into a changing room. Wilson tells House he's insane, and House says Wilson is just chicken. Eventually, Wilson caves and tries on the camisole. "Happy now?" he says, standing there in silk-and-lace and cotton briefs. "Not quite," House says, and settles onto the chair and sucks Wilson off. Afterwards, while Wilson is still a panting mess, House says, "Definitely get that one. Your mistress will love it." And leaves.
[Poll #742998]