after sundown
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house_wilson_ghctitle: after sundown
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phinnia
illustrator and graphics jedi master:jane_hidell
rating: nc-17 for sexings
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel I, a thing of shreds and patches. I own nothing.
author's note: fourth in a sporadically updated set of fluffy wilson-centered ficthings done by request! Writing by me; pixel-Wilsons byjane_hidell. Sounds fun, doesn't it? It IS fun. If you want your own, go here and ask for one! (the rules, which are kind of minimal, are in the post. <3)
Two days after the Monday they came into work with rumpled clothes and matching post-coital grins, Cuddy found out about the wasted airline tickets and insisted Wilson go along on this next attempt at a vacation, just to make sure it actually happened.
Either Cuddy was more perceptive than he realized, Wilson mused - in which case they were both in trouble - or this was merely a beautifully timed coincidence; but either way he wasn't about to turn down a week's vacation with House in a beachfront cottage in southeastern Georgia.
The sun was setting; it was late evening. The air was rich and thick with salted, sulphurous ocean. He could smell it and the dark taint of a pending rainstorm through the slightly open bedroom window.
"Some oncologist you are." House murmured, his palms spreading thick gel over Wilson's reddened shoulders. "Hasn't anyone told you about the dangers of excessive sun exposure?"
"Think I read something about that, yeah." He buried his face further in the pillows. "Some journal article. Their methodology was faulty. Actually I picked up the wrong bottle of sunscreen and by the time I noticed it was too late. Dumb mistake."
"Excuses, excuses." House's words were at odds with his tone, however, and he leaned forward to trace the hairline along Wilson's neck with soft lips. Wilson could feel the smile branding its subtle curve into the skin, sinking deeper and carving itself into the muscles below.
"Careful, being nice like that. You don't want to strain yourself."
"I'm just trying to get into your pants." House scoffed, smoothing another handful of aloe gel across his bare shoulders. "It's all an illusion." A long-fingered hand trailed down his spine, over the bowed arches of ribs, spanned the gentle slope toward the waistband of his swim trunks and gently pried back the elastic.
"Joke's on you. I'm not wearing pants." He wriggled out of the bathing suit and tossed it aside, pulling House down beside him on the four-poster bed.
Their relationship was still showroom-new and a little surreal; the way House's tongue felt in his mouth, the taste of his lips and the way his shoulders yielded to gentle pressure. The way those wide blue eyes simply watched, drinking everything in, until some high-water-mark of pleasure was reached and soft moans spilled out in counterpoint to the rising tension of muscles.
Wilson climbed on top, straddling those slender hips, pinning House's lanky body down and holding him still as shorts and t-shirt were stripped away. He was used to being the assertive one, but never thought he'd be in this position with House, peeling away layers of clothes and body-shyness to reveal long lines of muscle. His fingers trailed up the inner thigh to curl around silken, firm flesh, and he grinned at House's soft gasp.
"You're insatiable." House murmured, rocking into the caress.
"It's been four whole hours. I'm proud of my self-restraint." Wilson grinned, remembering how the sun had made him lightheaded and dizzy and the climax had felt like stars exploding in his veins, how House's eyes had mirrored heat-shimmering perfect sky overhead and how he'd had to rinse a double handful of sand out of his hair, staggering into the ocean and falling back into the waves, laughing, rinsing off their mingled seed with salty water.
He leaned forward, ignoring the protestations of his burned skin, and traced the curves of House's ear with his tongue. House was all corners and angles and need, rubbing against Wilson's hand with increasing urgency, spilling heat between them with a low cry like the soft call of a shore bird. Wilson's fingertips trailed through the slipperiness and he sucked them dry, leaving enough behind to ease the burning friction, replace it with the slow fuse of his own explosion.
His back would ache tomorrow, he reflected as he fell onto the bed. His whole body would ache tomorrow from the burn and the sand and the act of twisting his body into positions and places he hadn't been in since med school.
It was more than worth it.
author:
phinniaillustrator and graphics jedi master:
jane_hidellrating: nc-17 for sexings
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel I, a thing of shreds and patches. I own nothing.
author's note: fourth in a sporadically updated set of fluffy wilson-centered ficthings done by request! Writing by me; pixel-Wilsons by
jane_hidell. Sounds fun, doesn't it? It IS fun. If you want your own, go here and ask for one! (the rules, which are kind of minimal, are in the post. <3) Two days after the Monday they came into work with rumpled clothes and matching post-coital grins, Cuddy found out about the wasted airline tickets and insisted Wilson go along on this next attempt at a vacation, just to make sure it actually happened.
Either Cuddy was more perceptive than he realized, Wilson mused - in which case they were both in trouble - or this was merely a beautifully timed coincidence; but either way he wasn't about to turn down a week's vacation with House in a beachfront cottage in southeastern Georgia.
The sun was setting; it was late evening. The air was rich and thick with salted, sulphurous ocean. He could smell it and the dark taint of a pending rainstorm through the slightly open bedroom window.
"Some oncologist you are." House murmured, his palms spreading thick gel over Wilson's reddened shoulders. "Hasn't anyone told you about the dangers of excessive sun exposure?"
"Think I read something about that, yeah." He buried his face further in the pillows. "Some journal article. Their methodology was faulty. Actually I picked up the wrong bottle of sunscreen and by the time I noticed it was too late. Dumb mistake."
"Excuses, excuses." House's words were at odds with his tone, however, and he leaned forward to trace the hairline along Wilson's neck with soft lips. Wilson could feel the smile branding its subtle curve into the skin, sinking deeper and carving itself into the muscles below.
"Careful, being nice like that. You don't want to strain yourself."
"I'm just trying to get into your pants." House scoffed, smoothing another handful of aloe gel across his bare shoulders. "It's all an illusion." A long-fingered hand trailed down his spine, over the bowed arches of ribs, spanned the gentle slope toward the waistband of his swim trunks and gently pried back the elastic.
"Joke's on you. I'm not wearing pants." He wriggled out of the bathing suit and tossed it aside, pulling House down beside him on the four-poster bed.
Their relationship was still showroom-new and a little surreal; the way House's tongue felt in his mouth, the taste of his lips and the way his shoulders yielded to gentle pressure. The way those wide blue eyes simply watched, drinking everything in, until some high-water-mark of pleasure was reached and soft moans spilled out in counterpoint to the rising tension of muscles.
Wilson climbed on top, straddling those slender hips, pinning House's lanky body down and holding him still as shorts and t-shirt were stripped away. He was used to being the assertive one, but never thought he'd be in this position with House, peeling away layers of clothes and body-shyness to reveal long lines of muscle. His fingers trailed up the inner thigh to curl around silken, firm flesh, and he grinned at House's soft gasp.
"You're insatiable." House murmured, rocking into the caress.
"It's been four whole hours. I'm proud of my self-restraint." Wilson grinned, remembering how the sun had made him lightheaded and dizzy and the climax had felt like stars exploding in his veins, how House's eyes had mirrored heat-shimmering perfect sky overhead and how he'd had to rinse a double handful of sand out of his hair, staggering into the ocean and falling back into the waves, laughing, rinsing off their mingled seed with salty water.
He leaned forward, ignoring the protestations of his burned skin, and traced the curves of House's ear with his tongue. House was all corners and angles and need, rubbing against Wilson's hand with increasing urgency, spilling heat between them with a low cry like the soft call of a shore bird. Wilson's fingertips trailed through the slipperiness and he sucked them dry, leaving enough behind to ease the burning friction, replace it with the slow fuse of his own explosion.
His back would ache tomorrow, he reflected as he fell onto the bed. His whole body would ache tomorrow from the burn and the sand and the act of twisting his body into positions and places he hadn't been in since med school.
It was more than worth it.
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Date: 2008-07-16 03:42 am (UTC)House rubbing aloe vera onto Wilson's sunburn is so cute. :3
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Date: 2008-07-16 05:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-16 03:51 am (UTC)Wilson with sunburn? Yes. House rubbing aloe on him? YES. Four hours? YES YES. and how he'd had to rinse a double handful of sand out of his hair, staggering into the ocean and falling back into the waves, laughing, rinsing off their mingled seed with salty water. alldjfaljfa; YES! And all made more amazingly fun and adorable by the graphic.
At the risk of becoming repetitive, I LOVE YOU.
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Date: 2008-07-16 05:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-16 04:39 am (UTC)Oops. The brain has stopped working. Please check back in 1-2 hours to see if it has restarted. Meanwhile, we will play some soothing, easy listening while we inform you every 30 seconds that Nems' brain is still down.
We are sorry for any inconvenience.
Some muzak plays now
Nems' brain is still not working.
More muzak plays
Oh wow. It's up again.
Okay, sorry. Amazing amazing fic. I loved it. It was.... /grin. Sorry, I say anymore, the brain will be down again, and there will be more muzak, and you really don't want that :D
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Date: 2008-07-16 04:06 pm (UTC)It's perfect! Sensuous, relaxing and sweet. Yes, House spreading aloe on Wilson's shoulders must be one of the sweetest images ever! <3
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Date: 2008-07-16 06:11 pm (UTC)I love it!!!!! *sits and waits for Phinnia to write her request*
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Date: 2008-07-16 10:13 pm (UTC)I think it's wonderful what you and
That picture is too cute.
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Date: 2008-07-20 10:31 am (UTC)and, great fic! many kudos!
kudos, also, to
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