Don't You Cry

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Title: Don’t You Cry
Rating: NC-17
Prompt:   #16. House discovers Wilson has an adult baby fetish. Wilson enjoys being treated like a baby or he likes treating others as a baby. (Note: They are both adults, sexually role-playing. This in no way involves real children.) He taunts him at first, then indulges him, then realizes he may like it.
Disclaimer:   Fanfic is not for profit, nor do I own or have rights to anything.
Warnings:   Contains rimming. Grown men in diapers also feature heavily into this. It can either be cute or not your cup of tea. Also includes associated diaper play (excluding defecation) along with general babylike items. Honestly not crack!fic but may be amusing regardless due to House/Wilson banter.
A/N:  This is for the House/Wilson Porn Fest. There was an attempt made to keep both characters as in character as possible for the given scenarios. Also, feel free to comment on writing/stylistic choices. I would love to improve, and won't get butthurt if you tell me it sucks. I hope you enjoy it! Keep an open mind. In this story Wilson is the one being infantilized. 


Wilson had lied to House many times. The vast majority of the time it was to make House do something good, or what Wilson believed to be just and right. House knew Wilson lied to him. He had been lied to in order to take patients. Not only did House know Wilson lied- he had once admitted to lying to House in increasing increments throughout the years, albeit that may have been mostly a spiteful comment- but House understood the reasoning for most of the lies.

Wilson had needs to fulfill a certain level of excellence.

They all did that. They were doctors. They had an obligation. Wilson took it a step further. He had a deep seated need to fulfill not only his obligations as a doctor, but live up to some bizarre standard of virtue. House had accepted all of this, the lies, manipulations, since they did come from a genuine sense of affection, and now love, between them. It was a push to make House happy. Wilson also had the flaw of needing someone to be needy of him.

It was a genuinely interesting flaw. One that House treasured. He treasured it about as much as Wilson treasured House leaving his underwear around the condo. Which wouldn’t appear to be much on the outside, but Wilson’s tirades about folded boxers in the dresser amused him endlessly. Again, the tirades stemmed from affection

House had learned a great deal about Wilson in the time they had not only been lovers, but living together as well. And while almost everything was endearing, there were some lies that House could not stand. The lie that bothered him the absolute most at the moment... actually he had no idea what the lie was.

And that was the problem.

He tossed his tennis ball, contemplating. This was another puzzle about Wilson. He knew most couples had secrets. Everyone has secrets. Secrets worked for some couples. The lies kept them happy. Lying kept them from facing the truth and their mutual misery.

House stopped bouncing the ball. They were not other couples. He wanted the truth. Wilson liked keeping secrets, particularly when it kept his significant other from being upset. He was not inherently good at keeping secrets, however, or he’d still be married to Mrs. Wilson numero uno.

At that point, House determined to figure out what the secret was. This had to be a fairly recent development, since Wilson was jumpy lately. He would need to test a few things to be sure of what it was.

***

It was not an affair. House mentally checked this off his list while halfway watching General Hospital. Their sex life was healthy. It was really healthy for a drug dependent cripple. Not that Wilson would have the time to have an affair. They worked together. House knew every busty nurse that Wilson flirted with. He did still flirt. Flirting was pathological for Wilson. He was charming. It was intrinsically Wilson.

House furrowed his eyebrows and sucked on his lollipop. Was their sex life as healthy as he thought it was? Wilson could not be cheating. On the other hand, Wilson sometimes seemed anxious during sex. House clacked the lollipop against his teeth with his mouth open in thought.

It was possible House had said something to Wilson that made him uncomfortable. He rolled his eyes a little. Wilson should know by now to not get upset over things like that. Things that he said couldn’t always be taken seriously. He was ironic, facetious, and at times a jackass.

He turned off General Hospital, grabbed his phone and called him.

“Hello?”

“Wilson, what’s got your panties in a knot?”

He could hear Wilson pause, and then the wheels going in his head.

“House. I know you’re in your office, and I’m in mine. Couldn’t you have just crossed the balcony?”

“Evading the question. So you do have your panties in a knot.”

Wilson sighed audibly. “There’s nothing wrong.”

“Liar.”

“Listen, there’s nothing wrong, and I have a patient coming in about five minutes.”

“I’ll interrupt,” said House, tossing the lollipop in the trash.

“House. There’s nothing wrong. Other than dying patients, now leave me alone,” said Wilson.

House was left with nothing but dial tone. He frowned. Wilson could have a special patient dying. But he was positive that was not all of the problem.

***


“It’s not about a patient,” said House, curled up around Wilson, tucked under the covers.

Wilson groaned. “And you’re going to annoy me with your theory after making love?”

“Sorry sweetie for killing the mood of the afterglow,” he said, snidely.

“All right, what makes you think it wasn’t a patient?” said Wilson, accommodating him so they could get back to resting.

“I read your files.”

Wilson pursed his lips.

“There were no dying cancer kids or any other patient that would be special to you.”

“Good to know. I’ll make sure to continue being heartless about the other two that passed away recently,” said Wilson bitterly.

“So what is it?”

“Nothing House, everything is absolutely fine, except for the fact you seem to be keeping me awake again.”

“The sex isn’t as good. Are you bored?” asked House. “We could spice things up. Ask the leggy blonde for a threesome. Or Nora. Maybe Nora would be more accommodating when she realizes we really are closeted.”

“No. House, I don’t need a woman in this. I thought we covered this. You’re enough.”

“But you’re not enjoying yourself,” pointed out House. “And that’s a problem, since it kills my enjoyment after all.”

“House! I am enjoying myself. It’s nothing. Drop it. There’s absolutely nothing wrong.”

“Are not.”

“You realize you are arguing that you’re currently not satisfying me in bed, right? Does your ego even allow that?”

“See, it wouldn’t, except that’s really the only conclusion I can draw. Little Jimmy was flagging. Couldn’t keep it up. The flag wasn’t rising to the pole. He was a real softy for a long time.”

“You’re an ass!”

“No, I was in your ass.”

“You won’t be tomorrow night if you keep it up.”

“I like bottoming.”

Wilson huffed a little and scooted away from House.

“Come on. I’m just concerned. Don’t make me play a woman in this relationship and ask to talk,” said House, tone still teasing, even with the concern seeping through. He didn’t like talking, but he wanted to fix this.

“There’s no problem. I’m just stressed,” he mumbled.

“No your not. You’re hiding something,” said House.

“Fine. I’m hiding something. Now can we go to sleep?” said Wilson.

“Once you tell me what it is,” said House.

“Sleep,” said Wilson, realizing he was probably doomed to constant pestering until House found something else to interest him.

“Tell me tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure,” mumbled Wilson into the pillow.

House scooted closer and wrapped his arms around him.

***
Wilson had lied again.

He hadn’t told him what was wrong.

Which was why House was now attempting to crack into Wilson’s laptop. Wilson password protected it along with everything else. House was now diligently typing in guesses for the password. He’d already figured out the one to Wilson’s cell phone- which he was probably missing at work, if the twelve calls were any indication. There was nothing of interest in his phone.

And now his own cell phone was ringing.

“Yo,” said House, smirking at the realization that it was Wilson.

“Where is it?”

“Where’s what?” asked House innocently.

“You know what. I had it before you left.”

“Oh. Relax. There was just a few calls from Cuddy. And Mrs. Roberts, the idiot that thinks she can keep a benign tumor in her because benign means ‘it’s not bad,’” House said, rolling his eyes. “Oh, and Renae Gilman’s father called several times, asking about stuff.... Oh and-”

“Why did you take my phone?”

“I wanted to mess with you.”

“No you didn’t. House, I’m not cheating on you. We had this conversation. You should trust me by now,” said Wilson exasperated.

“Nah, I don’t think you’re cheating on me. You didn’t want to have a threesome. Or maybe you did, and just wanted to sleep more than you wanted sex at the time.”

“Why did you take my phone?” Wilson repeated.

“I have boundary problems,” replied House simply.

“Of course you do. Can you tell people to call the office?” asked Wilson.

“Will do. You’re not mad?”

“Not the worst thing you’ve done,” said Wilson.

“I love you too,” said House.

Wilson couldn’t help smiling a little. “Love you. I’ll try to be home before too late.”

House rolled his eyes a little at the reassurance. “Okay. See ya.”

He hung up and then promptly went back to trying to find the proper password. He eventually found it. Wilson was predictable, using different passwords, but alternating which ones he used.

“Figures,” House muttered, seeing the internet history was cleared. He installed Norton SystemWorks, a program he had learned about from Lucas. Having a program that was capable of restoring deleted files was beyond useful. In the meantime he searched the rest of Wilson’s computer, while waiting for it to finish installing. This would take a while.

After a momentary distraction over Wilson’s porn stash, he found a few old videos and private things he didn’t think were particularly related to the recent changes in their relationship. He frowned. Wilson could apparently keep secrets. Very well even.

Once the program had installed, he opened the internet history, as well as some deleted files. His jaw dropped.

There was too much there to be a passing curiosity. Wikipedia would have sufficed to understand something like this. This was the sort of thing that normal people were not interested in. Wilson wasn't exactly normal, but even this seemed out of his realm of abnormality.

Yet there were pages of information on infantilism. Site after site visited, all about adult babies. Hell, there were online shopping queries about adult diapers mixed in with searches for his oncology books. Not only that, Wilson was subscribed to a forum about it.

When did Wilson have time to search this sort of thing anyway?

He looked at the documented results. Search times were generally when House was not home, although a few were probably done while he was out in the living room at night.

House stared at the computer, processing the information.

He didn’t have long to process it, as he heard the car door. House shut the laptop for the moment, and headed to the living room with Wilson’s phone.

Wilson stepped inside, and locked the door behind him. “Long day. Harder to be productive when you’re missing a portion of your phone calls. No one else called after I did?”

House looked at his phone. “I wasn’t paying attention,” he admitted. He handed the phone to Wilson.

He sighed and pecked House’s lips.

“Soooo.... Baby, what are we having for dinner?”

Wilson raised an eyebrow.

‘Oh he was good,’ thought House.

“What are you up to?” asked Wilson, wearily.

“What, not going to make me dindin?”

Wilson pursed his lips. “We can order out... long day...”

“I’m hungwy daddy,” said House mockingly.

Wilson turned scarlet. “House! You didn’t.”

“Uh oh, am I in twouble?” House’s eyes widened innocently.

Wilson shook visibly, mouth dry. “How the hell did you even find out?”

“I have boundary issues,” replied House. “I was on your computer.”

“I c-cleared the history,” said stammered, lip quivering.

“There’s ways around that,” said House.

Wilson trembled and stepped back.

“I knew you ate neediness, but do you really need a pretend infant? I mean, I guess I’d look hot in diapers but, still,” taunted House.

Wilson sniffled. “Drop it House. Just shut up.”

House sighed and wrapped his arms around Wilson. “I still love you,” he said gently. “Don’t be such a baby.”

“Shut up!” said Wilson, trying to jerk away.

“No, it’s really okay,” assured House, gripping Wilson’s shoulders and looking at him. He reigned in his teasing. Wilson’s face was still red and he was staring decidedly at the floor.

“I mean it. I still love you. This doesn’t change anything. You didn’t have to hide it,” said House. “I’m not putting on a diaper, but it’s okay. Okay?”

Wilson mumbled something.

“What?” asked House, resting his hand on Wilson’s cheek. He bit his lip and wiped at the tears. “Please look at me?”

Wilson shook his head.

“Okay, you don’t have to,” said House wrapping his arms around him. “You know I’m okay with you and love you no matter what. If it would get your rocks off to see me... like that... it’s okay. I’m not doing it, but it’s okay.”

“Not you,” whispered Wilson softly.

House frowned. “Someone else other than me? Or do you mean...”

“Me,” he whispered, cringing and bracing himself for the mocking.

House went silent as he processed that. “Why?” he asked, rubbing his hands over Wilson’s back.

“No mocking,” said Wilson softly.

“No mocking,” agreed House, surprised by the level of uncertainty and vulnerability Wilson was displaying.

“I’m... I’m needy sometimes too. I want to be taken care of, and it’s... something I would enjoy. I can’t explain all of it.”

House held Wilson a little tighter. That would explain a lot. Boy wonder oncologist would have something that was vastly out of the norm. He strove so hard to be a certain way- to act the way he thought he should. He became a doctor, married three women, and tried to be successful by society’s standards. The bisexuality had been enough to explain most of it before, but this was a very large missing section of the puzzle.

“It’s about being taken care of then?”

“Partially,” said Wilson, holding tightly to House, not wanting to meet his eyes.

“What do you want?” asked House.

“Things I can’t have,” said Wilson sighing.

House frowned. “Ideally. What are we talking about here? Occasionally wearing a diaper? Dressing up as a little girl? Finding a nanny?”

“House...” Wilson’s warning had a defeated tone to it.

“I just want to know.”

Wilson sighed. “I just want taken care of... Ideally that would include diapers, preferably ones that weren’t too tacky or overly feminine.”

“Always the fashionable one,” said House, smiling.

“And... maybe some childish clothing... but again, nice boy clothes,” said Wilson. He bit his lip. “You would... you would be playing Daddy...” He closed his eyes steeling himself for a reaction.

When none came, he continued with his eyes still shut. “It’d include a bottle... changing me, bath time, play time and general baby stuff. I’d want a pacifier, toys and things I’ve never allowed myself to buy.”

“And... would there be anything sexual?” asked House slowly.

Wilson nodded against House’s shoulder, not trusting himself to talk.

“Like a rape or child molestation type deal or what?” asked House.

“No!” said Wilson horrified. “I mean, no real children, just me, so-”

“I’m not saying that, I’m asking if you would get off on being pretend molested,” clarified House.

“No... I’d want it gentle,” said Wilson biting his lip and looking up at him.

House nodded a little.

“Are you thinking about this?” asked Wilson, barely daring to be hopeful.

House kissed the top of his head and held him close. “Maybe eventually. But for the time being, we could buy you some of this stuff and let you indulge yourself, see if we’re comfortable with it.”

Wilson smiled a little and kissed the top of House’s shoulder. “I love you so much,” he whispered.

“Hey, I’m an ass, but I’m an open minded ass,” said House. He pulled back a little and tilted Wilson’s chin up. “And I love you.”

Wilson beamed, and pressed his lips against House’s. He let his lips linger for several moments. “So we’re okay?”

“Better than ever,” said House. He would be sure to be even more attentive later that night, to make sure Wilson felt all right after all of this. He could be- and was- a jerk, but always wanted Wilson to feel loved.

***

Wilson was excited when weeks later several packages arrived. Excited barely covered it. He had bought almost everything he had wanted. He left out a few things, as it would be a little hard to hide an adult sized crib or play pen in the condo after all.

The packages were set carefully in the living room, and the door locked before Wilson looked over at House, who had yet to move from the couch.

“Open them, don’t wait on me, I’m not moving for a while,” said House.

“You won’t freak out?” asked Wilson nervously.

“It’s fine. I’m not going to be bothered by solidifying this thing with seeing the purchases. I promise I won’t run and hide in the bedroom until you’re actually wearing the stuff.”

“That’s reassuring,” said Wilson, his tone deadpan.

“Go ahead and open them,” urged House, resting back.

Wilson nodded and carefully opened the packages. He pulled out the adult diapers from a company that catered to adult babies. He looked up at House, and then continued taking the stuff out of the packages, inspecting it. He stood and disposed of the wrapping, before coming back to sit down in the floor with the stuff.

“Only you would throw away the packaging before playing with something you’ve wanted for this long,” said House. He knew Wilson had to have wanted this for a long time. He just wouldn’t have allowed himself to buy the supplies.

Wilson smiled a little. “Is it okay if I change?”

“Go for it.”

He carried the diaper and the change of clothes to the bathroom. He undressed and carefully shaved, removing hair from places that he knew would possibly result in taunting from House. He chewed his lip and put on the diaper with a little effort to get it exactly right. It was a nice one, with blue and white checked sticky tabs. He was glad to have found something that suited him. The clothing he had picked was for adults. He had picked a blue graphic t-shirt with a truck on it and a pair of grey sweatpants. It was normal enough, but could still be suitable for his purposes. He slipped on his blue fuzzy bunny slippers, and placed the pacifier in his mouth.

He looked in the mirror, sucking on the pacifier for a long moment before taking it out. It was soothing, but he couldn’t face House with it in his mouth. He held it tightly and headed back to the living room, a little waddle in his step due to the bulk of the diaper.

House looked up when he entered the room. He sat up slowly. Wilson shifted nervously, looking down at his fuzzy bunny slippers.

“You’re kind of adorable,” said House, smiling. The sight of his lover in such comfortable lounging clothes was vastly different from the usual dressy attire.

Wilson gave a nervous smile, and headed over to the couch, sitting down beside him. “Thank you.”

“So... are you actually wearing a diaper right now?” he asked curiously.

Wilson nodded sheepishly. “Yeah.”

House wrapped his arm around Wilson, pulling him to rest against his shoulder. “You going to use any of the other stuff?”

Wilson bit his lip. “If it’s okay.”

“I suggested you buy the stuff. It’s okay. Even if I do freak out, I’m not going to leave you. You didn’t leave after freaking out when I first fucked you,” said House, his words abrasive but still reassuring.

“I know,” said Wilson. He held the pacifier and placed it in his mouth, nervous since that would be the first truly visible expression of what he was doing.

“See? Not freaking out,” said House, watching him.

Wilson sucked on the pacifier, relieved. It really was a comfort to have it in his mouth.

House rested his head against Wilson’s, not sure what to do other than be supportive. “You are adorable you know. Weird, but weird works great.”

“So youf said,” said Wilson around the pacifier.

House didn’t respond, just traced small patterns with his fingertips over Wilson’s arm. He hoped this was helping. Wilson was particularly cute and vulnerable looking dressed like this.

Wilson took the pacifier out and held it, snuggling closer to House. “Would it be asking too much if I wanted you to fix my bottle?” he asked hesitantly. The nervousness was audible in his voice.

“You’re going to make a cripple get up and get you milk?” questioned House.

“Never mind,” said Wilson, ducking his head down.

“No, it’s all right,” said House. He stood and grabbed up the bottle from the package, and headed to the kitchen, cane thudding every other step.

Wilson sat there anxiously, still feeling like he’d overstepped. He got up and grabbed the stuffed teddy bear he had ordered before sitting back down cross legged on the couch and holding it tight.

“Warm milk or cold?” shouted House from the kitchen.

“Cold is fine,” said Wilson, stepping into the kitchen with his teddy bear.

“Is it fine, or what you want?” asked House, pushing Wilson to share his desires.

Wilson looked down. “I want warm.”

House nodded and poured the milk into the bottle. “You know that the plastic bottles are bad. The polycarbonate... Never mind, you’re being a kid right now, we’ll order better ones later.”

Wilson smiled. “Okay.”

House grabbed a pot, poured water in it, and placed it on the stove. He placed the bottle in the water, and waited for it to heat. After a while he picked up the bottle and let a few drops fall onto his wrist. The milk was at a perfect temperature. He submerged the nipple of the bottle for a moment, warming it, and touched it to make sure it was at a decent temperature.

Wilson was in awe at how far House was willing to go with this for him. Having House do something as simple as this was endearing.

“Here,” said House, handing him the bottle.

Wilson beamed. “Thank you,” he said softly before sucking on the bottle.

“Yeah,” said House, limping back to the couch, Wilson following behind him. They sat back down, and Wilson curled up next to him with the bottle.

House watched him for a moment. “Is this doing anything for you?”

Wilson looked up and blushed. “Nothing sexual... It could get that way, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. The diaper feels really nice. I love that you fixed the bottle for me. And this all feels safe and comfortable.”

“Good,” said House softly.

“It means a lot,” whispered Wilson.

House ran his fingers through Wilson’s hair, watching him suck on the bottle. Wilson looked up at him with his doe like brown eyes.

“What all are you comfortable with?” Wilson asked after a moment.

“What are you wanting?” countered House.

“I just-”

“Don’t want to make me uncomfortable. I get it. I’ll let you know when you make me uncomfortable. Until then, do whatever. I want you to enjoy yourself.”

“Okay,” said Wilson softly. He slid closer and rested his head in House’s lap, careful with his thigh. He kept drinking his milk, glancing up at House.

“See, nothing you’ve done has bothered me,” House assured him. It was odd seeing his lover with a bottle, but it wasn’t particularly bad.

Wilson smiled and rested there, teddy bear held tight.

“Actually, if it weren’t for the oddness, I’d be bored,” said House.

“Always bored,” said Wilson. “No making fun of anything I do.”

“I know,” said House.

Wilson bit his lip. “Daddy?” he said, voice tentative and barely audible.

House blinked, stunned for a moment.

Wilson’s heart raced, as he gazed up at House.

“Yeah kiddo?” House responded after a moment.

Wilson sighed in relief and wrapped his arms around House. “Love you Daddy.”

“Love you too,” said House, holding him close.

“Feed me the bottle?” asked Wilson.

“Okay... Let’s adjust a bit,” said House. He scooted closer to the arm rest and placed a couple of pillows over his bad leg. “There.”

Wilson slid partially onto his lap, looking up at him. House took the bottle, and pressed it to his lips, watching as he sucked.

House decided it was not the most exciting thing Wilson had ever sucked on. The motion itself was interesting enough to watch. House liked watching Wilson suck on things. He immediately closed down that line of thought, surprised at himself. He pulled the bottle back when Wilson had finished.

“It’s nice,” whispered Wilson.

House smiled awkwardly feeling a little odd about it.

Wilson leaned up and pecked his lips before resting in his lap again. House ran his fingers through his hair tenderly, gazing down at him. He could see where Wilson would need taken care of, and just hoped this was what he needed. Wilson’s eyes shut, and after a few moments, he felt content enough to nod off.

***

He awoke slowly, eyes opening to see House had gotten bored at some point and had turned on monster trucks. He smiled and snuggled closer, alerting House to the fact he was awake.

“Enjoy your nap?” asked House, only faintly mocking.

“Yes daddy,” said Wilson, yawning and stretching a little.

“Great, now get off my leg before it starts hurting. Kiddo,” said House, adding the affectionate term as an afterthought.

Wilson sat up and held onto his bear. “Daddy?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you hold me and sing to me?”

“I’m not singing,” House replied bluntly, though he did wrap his arms around him.

“Can... I do something you probably won’t like?” asked Wilson.

“That’s really not a good way to ask a question and get a yes for an answer, baby,” said House, frowning.

“Then that’s a no?” asked Wilson.

“I’m willing to put up with a little discomfort to make you happy. And you haven’t made me uncomfortable yet,” House told him. “Go for it.”

Wilson nodded a little. He tapped House’s legs. “Spread them a bit so I can sit?”

House obliged and Wilson climbed into his lap, sitting between his legs, facing him. He wrapped his legs around House’s waist.

“Interesting,” said House softly.

“What?” asked Wilson.

“The diaper,” he said. It was the first he’d been directly aware of it. He’d known, but hadn’t encountered it at all until now. He could feel the soft padding against him through their pants.

“Oh.”

“Can I see it?” asked House, curiosity getting the better of him.

Wilson nodded and pulled his sweatpants out for House to take a peek.

House peered into Wilson’s pants. It was different. Not bad. Just different. “And it feels good on?”

“Yeah,” said Wilson, blushing a little, placing his pants back.

That was even more interesting. He watched the blush creep up Wilson’s cheeks. Wilson was obviously getting something out of this, and it was probably somewhat sexual, regardless of what he’d said earlier.

“Would you be okay with taking this all the way?” asked Wilson softly.

“All the way how?”

“I mean... playing daddy. Having me be... it’d be partly sexual at some point. But, playing along?” asked Wilson.

“Yeah. Today?” asked House.

Wilson nodded. “Now.”

“We’ll give it a try... I’m sorry if I mess it up,” said House. He really did want to try this for Wilson.

“Just... let me know if anything makes you uncomfortable,” said Wilson.

“I promise I will,” assured House. “Stop worrying.” He kissed him gently.

“Okay daddy,” said Wilson, smiling. He hugged House tightly.

House patted Wilson’s back, wanting to take more of a lead in this, since he was playing the adult, but he wasn’t sure where to go with it.

Wilson sat up a little again, and took hold of House’s hand. He playfully pretended to chew on his fingers, never quite biting down, but mouthing it instead.

House snorted and let Wilson play for the moment, moving his fingers a little. He took notice when Wilson began sucking on his fingers.

Wilson ran his tongue over House’s fingers and sucked softly, slowly mimicking a blow job. His eyes met House’s and he let out a small cooing noise.

House’s breath hitched, as he watched Wilson. He felt lost, confused by the signals. Cooing mixed with something so overtly sexual wasn’t something he was used to. He shifted a little, not sure how to handle the abrupt change.

Wilson slowed and grinned. “Daddy, need my paci.”

House blinked, and grabbed up the pacifier. He smirked a little. “Tease,” he murmured.

“Huh?” said Wison with feigned innocence. House took advantage of his open mouthed confused expression and popped the pacifier in. Wilson sucked diligently and then wrapped his arms around House again.

“Feel good daddy. Happy,” he said around his pacifier.

“Good,” said House, running his hands over Wilson’s back soothingly.

Wilson smiled and buried his face in House’s neck staying there. He made a few soft babbling noises before kissing his neck. “Like kisses?”

“Yeah, I like kisses,” said House gently. He held Wilson quietly, kissing him periodically as they sat there. This was comfortable. He hadn’t expected them to both be at ease like this.

For a while, House thought Wilson might doze off again while they were sitting there like that. He kept rubbing his back, enjoying the calmness. There was a certain level of trust they’d gained, and it had increased drastically today.

House was surprised when he felt Wilson’s heart start to beat faster against his chest. He was sure nothing had caused the sudden increase. They weren’t doing anything. “You all right?”

“Yes daddy,” said Wilson in a small slightly nervous voice.

“Not having a panic attack or anything?” questioned House. He leaned back enough to look into Wilson’s eyes. He didn’t want Wilson to panic over this. He knew Wilson was a strong person, capable of dealing with anything, but he wanted this to work, for him to be able to play a baby and not need to worry.

“No,” said Wilson. His cheeks were red.

“What are you embarrassed about baby?” asked House, trying to gently coax whatever it was out of him.

Wilson bit his lip. “Not embarrassed,” he replied. His cheeks had reddened further indicating otherwise.

“Okay kiddo,” said House, figuring he’d play along. He rested his fingers against Wilson’s cheek, gazing at him.

Wilson dropped his eyes, and chewed his lip nervously. He couldn’t do it. He wanted to, but couldn’t.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You want your bear? Dropped your pacifier?” said House gently.

Wilson grabbed his bear, and held it, leaning a little closer to House. He kept he gaze averted.

House sighed and took the bear, making it look at Wilson. “Hey, Mr. Bear wants to know what’s wrong with Jimmy. Can you tell Mr. Bear what’s wrong.”

Wilson smiled just a little, but shook his head.

“Well, Mr. Bear and Daddy want to have fun, and we want you to have fun, okay?” said House.

Wilson nodded. He glanced at the bear and then back down. “Don’t be mad,” he whispered.

“I’ll never be mad at you kiddo,” House said gently. “Just relax and keep your pulse in normal range. Not healthy for little boys to be that anxious.”

“Good,” whispered Wilson breathlessly. He rocked forward and wrapped his arms around House.

House rubbed his back, noting his heart was still racing. He kissed the top of his head.

Wilson took a deep breath and then let out a small breath, “Don’t be mad,” he repeated softly.

House was about to retort and reassure him, when he halted, completely confused by what was going on. He hadn’t been sure what was going on at first

Wilson held tight to House, eyes shut as he relieved himself in the diaper while resting mostly on top of him. He whimpered as the warmth spread around his cock, and he rocked against House’s lower abdomen. There was something entirely taboo about this. Oncologists didn’t wet themselves in a diaper while laying on their lover. He’d wanted to do this for so long, but never allowed himself to. It was a relief to be able to wet himself like this, especially while held by House. “Oopsies,” he whispered, nervousness still in his voice.

It took a moment for House to get what was going on. He couldn’t react. Wilson was peeing- while on top of him. And Wilson was enjoying it. House was enjoying the reckless rocking Wilson was doing, the soft whimpering. He wasn’t sure what to make about the feeling of warmth pressing against him just below his navel.

“Daddy?” said Wilson anxiously, stilling his movements.

House realized he should probably say something. It’d taken Wilson a lot to build up to that, and he didn’t want to scare him. “Did you have an accident baby?” he asked, voice a little halting.

“Uh huh,” said Wilson softly, voice shaky.

Well, it wasn’t as if House hadn’t dealt with Wilson’s piss before. He’d even sat in it at one point during their pranking. Albeit, that was his fault. House hugged Wilson tighter. “It’s okay baby. Accidents happen,” he murmured reassuringly.

Wilson relaxed in his arms. He kissed House’s neck once gently and then rocked against him some more, making a few soft noises of pleasure.

House listened to the gentle moans and whimpers, among other enticing noises he was making at that moment. “You like it,” he said awed.

Wilson blushed.

“Why? Not upset about it, just curious,” said House.

“It feels good,” Wilson admitted, not minding the break in the complete immersion of their playing.

“What about it?” asked House.

Wilson nestled closer, moving against House a little still. “It’s warm. The wetness feels good too. And grown men aren’t allowed to do it,” he whispered. “And, even if I said I don’t want you to mock me....”

“Yeah?” prodded House.

“I don’t want it this time, but the humiliation of it. I... I enjoyed wetting your couch years ago, and it wasn’t all on accident, just the first bit of pee. And then when you came back and sat down... and I told you about it, even if it was already cleaned up... Just having you know that I’d done it was something,” admitted Wilson. “It’s the closest I’d ever gotten to this.”

“I’ll make sure to humiliate you about it later,” said House smirking.

“I’d like it better, if sometime you made me wear the diaper for a long while,” he whispered. “Not today, but someday.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said. “Do you just like peeing or... number two?”

“That’s unsanitary,” said Wilson, making a face.

“Oh right, you’re the one that didn’t let me rim you for the first year of our relationship,” said House chuckling.

Wilson sighed.

“That’s all I needed to know,” said House, kissing Wilson’s lips and rocking up against him.

Wilson whimpered and pressed against him, rocking a little more. He sat up slowly, looking House in the eye. He scrunched up his face as best he could and sniffled. “Dirty diaper.”

House blinked.

Wilson only barely kept the smile off his face. “I need changed.” He threw in a few more sniffles, even though it was hard to keep from rocking his hips against House.

“Oh, right,” said House. “Well, you need to get up off of Daddy’s lap for a bit okay?”

Wilson nodded and slid off his lap. He started towards the bedroom with his teddy bear.

House grabbed up one of the clean diapers, and baby powder. He followed Wilson to the bedroom.

Once Wilson made it to the bed, he lay down. House set the diaper and baby powder on the bed next to him.

“Just a minute,” said House, walking to the bathroom. He grabbed a washcloth and wet it. He grabbed two towels out of the cabinet and headed back to the bed.

Wilson lay flat on his back, eyes on House.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said. He hooked his fingers in Wilson’s sweatpants and tugged them off, letting them and his slippers fall to the floor.

Having House do this for Wilson was unbelievable. He was relieved there was no mocking. He was still hard, and growing harder.

House slid one of the towels underneath Wilson, to keep things tidy. He then undid the diaper, his breath hitching at seeing Wilson hard and shaved at that. “Hairless,” he whispered. “That’s different. Nice.” That earned a smile from Wilson. He stroked his fingers gently over the smooth skin for a moment. “Really nice.”

He let his fingers linger for a few moments and then disposed of the diaper. “Lift your hips up just a bit. Yeah like that,” he said, gently wiping Wilson’s backside clean, listening to his heavy breathing. House slid the clean diaper under his hips.

Wilson keened softly and brought his hand down, laying it flat against his cock.

House stopped what he was doing and watched with interest as Wilson clumsily palmed his own cock.

Gently, he grabbed Wilson’s hand. “Now, now, baby, we don’t do that during diaper changes. Makes it hard to change you,” he murmured.

Wilson managed a pout and squirmed a little.

House brought the washcloth to Wilson’s cock and slowly washed, squeezing gently. Wilson moaned at that, pressing to the cloth.

“Feels good Daddy,” Wilson groaned.

“Good to get clean isn’t it?” said House, smirking. He gently cupped Wilson’s balls with the cloth. Wilson whimpered and nodded. He ran the cloth back along the length of his cock, watching him squirm.

“Touch more,” said Wilson, palming at himself again.

“No, no, I’m making you clean,” said House, moving Wilson’s hand out of the way again. He washed over the area, and then set the washcloth aside, running his hand over Wilson’s cock. He stroked a little faster, eyes locked on Wilson’s.

“Daddy!” Wilson gasped, thrusting into House’s hand.

House leaned down and ran his tongue over the tip of Wilson’s cock before drawing it past his lips and sucking. Wilson moaned and clutched at the bed sheets. House sucked a little harder, Wilson squirming beneath him. He ran his tongue along the bottom of his cock and then stood up.

Wilson whimpered. “Don’t stop,” he whined.

“Just a moment,” said House. He left the room, leaving Wilson near the edge. Wilson whined and palmed himself again, slowly while waiting for him to come back.

House returned. “Diaper rash cream,” he said.

Wilson whined, squirming. “Touch more,” he said, hands resting against his cock now.

House moved his hands again. “Be a good boy,” he said. He ran his tongue over Wilson’s cock once more before taking the top of the cream. He spread it onto Wilson’s cock, and started stroking using it as a sort of lube. Wilson moaned and thrust into his hand, panting. Using the cream had to have been a stroke of genius.

Wilson hissed and then cried out, coming hard onto House’s hand, the diaper and himself. He panted heavily.

House kissed him tenderly and held him close for a while.

“I love you so much Daddy,” whispered Wilson.

House smiled at that. “Want me to get you another clean diaper?”

“Yeah,” whispered Wilson.

House grabbed another and cleaned up again before sliding it under him. He picked up the baby powder and carefully powdered the area, and tucked Wilson’s penis downward before doing up the diaper. “There,” he said softly.

“Dry,” said Wilson quietly, sitting up. He wrapped his arms around House’s waist.

House ran his fingers through Wilson’s hair. “Feel good?”

Wilson nodded. “Daddy, let me make you feel good?”

“Yes,” House whispered. He eased onto the bed with him. Wilson managed a vapid expression that made House chuckle.

House slid off his t-shirt before undoing his jeans, Wilson watching the entire time. He slid his boxers off and tossed them into the floor.

Wilson scooted closer and kissed him gently. “Daddy tell me what to do?” Wilson said, voice quavering a little.

House licked his lips. He nodded and kissed Wilson back. “Touch my special place.”

Wilson blinked. “House!”

“Well, I can’t tell you to touch my cock, that’d be inappropriate,” said House.

“Seriously,” said Wilson sighing. “We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable with it.”

“I want to,” said House, resting his hand against Wilson’s cheek. “I’m not uncomfortable. That should be obvious.” He glanced down at his cock.

Wilson bit his lip and reached down, stroking his hand over House’s cock. He watched House’s eyes shut, as he began rubbing slowly.

House groaned and rested back. “I want you to lick it,” he said softly.

Wilson leaned in and licked his cock gently, from base to tip.

House’s eyes fluttered open. “Suck it like you were your bottle, or like a lollipop,” he whispered, finding himself more excited than he reasoned he should be over Wilson’s feigned innocence. He’d never imagined that to be a turn on.

Wilson mouthed his cock before sliding it into his mouth and sucking on the tip.

“More,” House mumbled, watching Wilson’s head bob. He breathed more heavily.

Wilson took most of his cock into his mouth and sucked before pulling up. “Like that daddy?”

“Exactly like that,” House breathed.

Wilson parted his lips again, sucking on the tip once more, tracing his tongue over it. He drew it past his lips and sucked.

House moaned and watched, trying hard to keep from thrusting up into Wilson’s mouth. He gasped when he felt Wilson fondling his balls. He panted heavily, reaching his hand down and grasping a handful of his hair.

Sucking harder elicited another heavy moan from House, and at that point he couldn’t help but thrust up into Wilson’s mouth.

House cried out sharply as he came. Wilson swallowed eagerly, running his hands over his hips, letting him calm before letting his cock slide out of his mouth.

Wilson slid up and gently kissed House’s lips.

“Love you,” murmured House, wrapping his arms around Wilson.

“Love you too,” whispered Wilson. He tucked his head under House’s chin and curled close.

House held him tightly, curling around him. “Feel safe and cared for kiddo?” he asked gently.

Wilson smiled. “Yeah. Thank you, Daddy.”

House let out a small half laugh. “You know, most people’s manifestation of wanting a loss of control and cared for includes being tied up and told what to do. It figures your way would be a lot more cuddly.”

Wilson kissed House’s neck gently. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Obviously,” House muttered, running his fingers through Wilson’s hair. The puzzle was solved, and it was definitely far more interesting than anything he had considered as a possibility. Wilson would never bore him.

Wilson snuggled closer, and grinned when he heard House begin humming a lullaby for him. He shut his eyes and rested. House could be a jerk sometimes, but he always surprised him with tender moments like this.