Of Webcams And Phones

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  Title: Of Webcams And Phones
Rating: PG-17
Summary: Cuddy sent both House and Wilson to a different convention. They miss each other.
Warning: Smut
Disclaimer: They're still not mine... 

"I'm bored." House muttered, running his hand trough his short hair. Wilson smiled at him. "Couple of days." he said to his lover. "Then you can mess with me again."

"But I want to mess with you now." House answered, glaring into the lens of the webcam. Wilson chuckled. "Well, seeing how smart you are, you can think of a way..." he said in a low voice. House frowned, looking at Wilson. "And seeing the tone of your voice, you already thought of something." he grinned.

"Yes. But seeing the time, and the fact that I have to give a speech tomorrow morning, I don't think it's such a good idea right now." Wilson answered. House sighed. "Wilson, come on, tell me."

"You can figure it out on your own." Wilson smiled, reaching out to turn the camera off.

House growled and drummed his fingers on the keyboard – which resulted in something like 'qtergqgq34gqgagrgqrg' – before typing: 'Wilson, tell me.'

'No. : ) Night, Greg. Love you.'

James Wilson has logged out

House was not giving it up this easily, though he was already getting frustrated. He grabbed his cellphone and dialed Wilson's number.

"House, I was serious. I want to go to sleep." Wilson said, as soon as he picked up the phone.

"Are you naked already?"

"What?!"

House chuckled at the tone of Wilson's voice, leaning back in the comfortable bureau chair he'd managed to bribe away from the reception – because hey: he's still a cripple. "House, this is- this is just plain wrong!" Wilson hissed in a hushed voice. "Oh come on." House grinned. "You're the last one who should say that."

"What- what do you mean, House?"

That nervous swallow. Priceless.

"Two years ago, your office... Julie." House smirked at the spluttered reply. "I- you- you spied on me then already?!"

"Psht, dude." House said, spinning the chair around, and around, and around... "I've been getting off on your yearbook photo ages before that."

"You stole that picture?! House, that's- I-"

"I must say, Jimmy. Never thought you'd be in the soccer team." There was a pause on the other end of the line, before: "I wasn't."

House blew some air trough almost closed lips, making a farting sound. "Guess it was the wrong James Wilson then."

"You wouldn't say." Wilson growled. House made the sound again, then said: "You also didn't go to Yale."

"House, are you – How did you even get a yearbook from Yale? And you know I went to McGill!"

"So are you naked or not?"



Wilson was squeezing the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated sigh. "Actually, I was just going to bed. As you already knew." he said accusingly. He imagined House shrugging right now.

"So you're shirtless..."

"How-" Wilson started, scanning the room for any hidden camera's. He heard House's low chuckle, which sent shivers down his spine. "You always start with putting off your tie. Then you roll your sleeves down – if you rolled them up earlier – and then you slowly unbutton your shirt, revealing your chest..."

"Sounds like you can handle phone-sex alone. Goodbye, House." Wilson said, though he didn't break the connection.

"You know, Wilson..." House sounded a little hoarse, and Wilson wondered if he was already palming himself trough his jeans. He swallowed. "Tell me." he answered.

"Phone-sex is so 2008... Get online."

"What, chat-sex? That's at least 2006." Wilson smirked, though he moved over to the computer, turning it on again. "Hang on a minute." he said while sliding in the bureau chair. House hummed appreciatively when he heard the leather creak softly. "You're right, chat-sex is passé as well."

"You do realize you sound gayer with the minute?"

"Shut up and turn on your webcam."

Wilson nearly choked. "What?!" he protested. "House, I'm – I am not doing webcam sex!" he panted. House chuckled again. "You sound very eager, though..." he purred. Wilson clicked his Skype open.

Gregory House wants to call you – accept – deny

Swallowing, and with trembling fingers, Wilson brought the cursor to 'accept'. "This better be good." he muttered, waiting for the webcam image.

It came – and Wilson nearly did, too. 

 

He sucked in a sharp breath and involuntarily bucked his hips slightly. "House..." he moaned, staring at the image in front of him.

He couldn't see his lover's face or torso. Just his bare stomach and his throbbing, already leaking erection.

Wilson's pants were too tight.

"Wilson, turn on your webcam. I want to see you." House said, his voice coming trough the phone as well as trough the speakers of the computer. "Yes..." Wilson breathed, turning it on. He adjusted the angle of the camera so only his groin was visible as well.

He could see House's long, slender fingers wrapping around his cock lightly, giving it one or two strokes before letting go again. Wilson whined when he saw more precome ooze out of the tip and his hand quickly started to fumble with his pants to get them off.

He heard House hum appreciatively, then moan quietly – Wilson saw that his hand was out of sight, down the reach of the camera. Probably fondling his balls. God, how much Wilson wanted to fondle House's balls now...

"I wish you were here..." He moaned, taking his hard penis in his own hand. "God, I'd suck you off so hard... Rolling your balls between my fingers..."

House grunted. "God, I'd be fucking your pretty mouth so hard it would be considered rape." he panted. Wilson let out another moan as he started to jerk himself off, bringing his other hand down to toy with his balls as well.

"God, Wilson..." House groaned, his right hand slick with precome, making delicious wet sounds as it ran over his cock over and over. Wilson's breath hitched, and he felt some precome make it's way out of his slit as well. "Oh, God..." he murmured, feeling a familiar pressure build up in the pit of his stomach. "I'm not gonna last long..." he breathed.

"Good." House answered huskily. "Neither am I."

The sound of House's voice, the huskiness, the slight crack at the end resulting in a gasp of pleasure, they all enlarged the pressure behind Wilson's navel.

The only sounds filling the room were now gasps, pants, the slick noise of flesh over flesh, and moans. And finally a choked out "I'm gonna come... Oh, God, Wilson..." from House's side. Wilson watched trough half-closed eyes how House bucked his hips and how thick ropes of his release spurted out, onto his stomach.

It gave Wilson the last push to topple over the edge. He felt his balls draw up, and the pressure seemed to let him explode. With a loud yell of House's name, Wilson felt like his whole inside was pursed out trough the small opening in his penis. Stars danced in front of his eyes, and it went black for nearly a full minute.
 

"Wilson..." House wished Wilson had put the camera on his face. "Jimmy, are you with me?"

"Ooh... Yeah... House?" Wilson sounded drunk. Pleasure drunk, House thought, grinning. "Let me see your face." he said. The view changed and showed Wilson's sweaty face with a huge grin on it. House snorted. "You should see yourself." he commented. 

"I can see myself." Wilson brought his lover in remembrance.

"Oh, yeah..." House muttered. "Now admit: you like webcam sex."

Wilson rolled his eyes and puckered his lips slightly in defeat before sighing: "Okay, okay... I love webcam sex."

Both men grinned.

 

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