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Cuddy let her eyes flutter closed as she felt Wilson press against her back, a hand settling on her hip and his lips pressing against the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She let out a breath and relaxed into his warmth— solid and steady against her curves. She felt the hand on her hip travel down, stroking her thigh and then back up, up her waist and arm, nearly to her breasts when it started its gentle downward motion again.
“Don't be shy.” She murmured as his lips worked their way up her neck. “You can touch me, I want you to.” She felt Wilson nod and his hands found her breasts this time on his way up her body. His hands were big and warm and so tender, somehow both skilled and shy at the same time. It made her shudder to think of what those hands will do to her tonight.
Wilson's breath shuddered in her ear and he murmured, “He's watching.”
She opened her eyes and immediately met the blue eyes across from her on the couch. There was a shadow covering most of him, but light flooding in from the kitchen cast sharp shadows across the living room, cutting off the bottom half of House's face. But his eyes were as intense as ever as he watched his best friend's hands caressing his girlfriend.
One of Wilson's hands tilted her chin so he could kiss her over her shoulder. Oh his lips were divine, soft and plush and tender, so easy to melt into and allow his tongue to meet her own for a moment. It was sensible— calculated. This was just as much for House’s pleasure as it was for hers and knowing that sent a thrill through her.
When she turned her face again, she could see House moving, squirming in his seat and spreading his legs. He was probably hard already, probably has been since Wilson got here. Hell, he’s probably been hard all fucking day thinking about this. Cuddy had to practically peel him off of her this morning even after they fucked all night about this, he’s just been so desperate ever since Wilson agreed to this.
“He’s practically drooling already.” Wilson chuckled in her ear when he noticed House’s squirming.
“Oh, you should've seen him last night after you agreed to this. He was practically weeping before I got my top off.”
“That is so not true.” House huffed, only to snap his lip shut when two intense pairs of eyes landed on him. He knows he's not supposed to talk yet, that was the rule. First he has to sit and watch like a good boy and only when he's proved he can be good, they'll let him join in. House doesn't know how he let them rope him into that one. Keeping quiet has never been his strong suit unless someone was putting his mouth to good use.
He hadn't been weeping. He's not that fucking pathetic. Begging, maybe. Maybe he begged Cuddy to touch him because he'd been desperately hard all day fucking day. Who could blame him if he was a little frenzied in the way he kissed down her body, making keening sounds against her skin that sounded something like thankyouthankyouthankyou without ever actually saying the words.
Fervid was a better word. Passionate, ardent, enthusiastic, even. He wasn't weeping—
“Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get to kiss his tears tonight too. It's the sweetest thing, when he starts falling apart and the tears start coming. God, Wilson— he just looks so pretty.”
House felt like he was on fire. His entire body buzzed with the need to get up and pace and shake off the nerves or whatever this feeling was. He bit his tongue and sank a little deeper into the couch, shrinking into their shadows.
Embarrassed. He was embarrassed. It's been so long since he's been genuinely embarrassed about something that it's like he forgot the feeling. But that feeling was nearly forgotten as he watched one of Wilson's hands disappear under Cuddy's top.
“I think you embarrassed him, Lisa.”
“No.” The argument slipped before House could stop it.
“Isn't it adorable? Who would've known shameless Greg House could even get embarrassed?” Cuddy joined in on the teasing.
“I don't.” House huffed.
“You're not following your end of the deal, House.” Wilson reminded him, his hand never stopping as it slipped under Cuddy's bra and massaged her perfect breasts. “If you don't follow your end of the deal, we won't follow ours. I'm more than happy to take her into the bedroom and you can stay out here and just listen.”
It didn't sound like a complete loss, he'd still get to listen. But if he's good, he can do so much more than that. He's wanted this so bad, wanted him so badly for so long. He can't screw this up because the only two people in the world capable of embarrassing him are working together to drive him completely insane.
“Can't you just gag me?” House whined.
“Nope.” Wilson answered as he began unbuttoning Cuddy's top. “Wouldn't want to tire your mouth out already. I have plans for it.”
House couldn't help but moan at that. He nodded his head and swore that he'd shut up. As House watched his best friend slowly strip his girlfriend— their boss, he couldn't help but marvel at the turn of events the last 48 hours brought them.
48 hours ago, House was bent over the bed as Cuddy took her first swing at pegging him. It wasn't House’s first time, he's paid for it on more than one occasion, but it was his first time doing it with Cuddy and her first time using a strap on. It was picture perfect in his mind and it nearly had been perfect all the way up to the main event. The foreplay was perfect, lots of kissing and touching, him guiding her hand as she worked him open with her fingers.
That alone had nearly been enough to send him over the edge, but he wanted more, he wanted her all the way— the way they've been talking about since Cuddy first brought it up a couple weeks ago. House has been dreaming about it every night since.
Cuddy looked so sexy with a cock strapped to her hips— curved, sleek, long, all those straps wrapped around her luscious hips and thighs. House had sat on the edge of the bed and sucked on the silicon cock, made a show of it for her and listened to her praise him for how good he looked sucking on it— like a fucking natural, House. God, Wilson doesn't realize what he's been missing out on all these years, does he?
And then he bent over the bed, loose and wet and ready to be fucked the way he'd been promised.
And it sucked, and neither of them could figure out why. Everything had been going great but when the moment came… Cuddy was clumsy, she was nervous. She spent more time focused on how House’s leg felt than how he felt and it put House in his head, also too focused on the leg the more Cuddy drew attention to it. He couldn't focus on the pleasure and neither could she and they had to stop because they weren't getting anywhere.
Cuddy was embarrassed. House was frustrated. They argued, House left. He went back to his place and got so drunk that his dick couldn't work even if he wanted it to and then passed out and went to work the next morning hungover, blue balled, and extremely grumpy. More grumpy than anyone had seen him since he and Cuddy had made things official…
House thinks they may have a patient. His team hasn't said enough words to him to know. He saw them in the outer office using the white board. Usually that would be enough to force House to limp in and stop them from touching his markers, but today he just continued to sulk at his desk, tossing his ball at the wall until his team dissipated from the room, Foreman at their lead.
He honestly expected Cuddy to come in and passive aggressively bitch at him about not taking his case seriously before Wilson came in to investigate, but Wilson beat her to the punch today. She must be avoiding him after last night's fiasco.
“Good morning?” Wilson phrased it like a question. House didn't entertain it with an answer. “I called you three times last night. I figured you were with Cuddy, but a stop by her office this morning gave me the very distinct impression that you didn't spend the night with her.”
“How very observant of you.” House deadpanned.
“So you were home and chose to ignore my calls?”
House threw the ball a little harder, making the wall rattle just a bit. “Temporary deafness. It's a symptom of blue balls.”
Wilson shook his head in an exaggerated, I can't believe what my ears are hearing kind of way. “Blue balls? You two haven't been able to keep your hands off each other since you started dating. I practically watched her jerk you off in my office the day you made things official.” House's stomach flopped wildly at that image, one of the many things they were fantasizing about last night before it all went to shit. “What changed? Or I guess I should ask what you did.” Wilson sounded almost smug as he slipped into one of the chairs on the other side of House's desk.
He could lie. He probably should lie. Because telling the truth now, like this, when he's feeling this miserable— that could only lead to bad things.
But a lie would be so, so tragically boring compared to the truth…
House rolled the ball between his hands. “Cuddy and I were trying something… new… last night and it didn't quite go as planned. She got embarrassed and defensive, my leg hurt, so I was an ass. We fought, I went home.”
“And then ignored my calls?”
“Does it always have to be about you?” House whined, his next throw faltering and the ball ricocheted and rolled across the room. He knew that answer, yes. It is all about Wilson, unfortunately. He should've known entertaining those fantasies would come back to bite him before he ever got his best friend into his bedroom.
Wilson studied him for a moment before leaning in and lowering his voice. “You're ashamed about it. That's why you didn't answer the phone, you didn't want me to know.”
House rolled his eyes, trying to pretend Wilson wasn't so infuriatingly intuitive. “Again, this isn't about you. This is about Cuddy being too damn worried about my leg and ruining sex.”
“What were you trying that was causing her to be so concerned?”
“Jimmy, you know I can't tell all her secrets like that. A lady's gotta have some dignity.”
“Please, when have you ever held back from bragging about the things she lets you do to her?”
“Plenty of times.” House lied.
“Really? Like what?”
“Well, if I told you, then I wouldn't be holding back, now would I?”
Wilson was studying him again with that same look. It made House feel like he could see straight into his cataclysmic mind. “You're lying.”
“I never lie.”
“Then what were you doing?”
“She was fucking me in the ass.”
Wilson rolled his eyes. “No she wasn't.”
“Okay.”
There was a pause. “She didn't…”
“Okay.” House responded in the same tone.
Wilson's eyes went wide. “She— seriously?”
“No.”
Wilson nearly believed him, slouching back in his seat before sitting up suddenly again, his eyes as wide as House thinks he's ever seen them. “Yes, she did... Oh my god, she did?”
“Well, technically, no. She kind of was, she was inside me, but not fucking me because she was too concerned about my leg. Hence the predicament we're in now.”
Wilson still didn't look like he totally believed him. “You're screwing with me.”
Oh, you have no idea how much I wish I was, pretty boy.
House’s pager went off just in time to escape the conversation. He rose from his seat with a wince. “Well, if I come in tomorrow with a significantly worse limp, I guess you'll know then, won't you?” House left before Wilson could demand anymore information about the things he and Cuddy get up to that may or may not indirectly involve him.
When the little green light in House's head started going off (his stomach growled enough times to annoy him), he sulked down to the cafeteria to find Wilson halfway through the line, a salad and fries on his plate. House grabbed a bag of chips and a snickers bar, tossing it on his tray.
Wilson pushed the bag of Lays off his tray. “I talked to Cuddy. She said that isn't at all what happened. So tell me what really happened or I won't buy your lunch.”
House did his best to keep the smirk off his face. He grabbed his chips and followed Wilson to checkout. “These are on him.” He shook the bag of chips at the cashier and then limped to an empty table.
“No, it's not.” Wilson huffed, but paid for the chips anyway. “You're an ass.” He grumbled as he took the seat across from his best friend.
“And you're a liar. You didn't talk to Cuddy.” House popped a chip into his mouth.
“And you know that because?”
“Because she's not a good enough liar to pretend that's not what we were doing last night. Plus, if she knew I told you what we were doing last night, I would've heard about it by now.” House stole a fry from Wilson's tray.
Wilson took a large bite of his salad, pushing a cucumber aside for House to take. He was deep in consideration as House watched his jaw move, the outline sharp and strong. House forced himself to remove his eyes before they started lingering on those pouty lips, so he snagged the cucumber slice instead.
“So you want me to believe that you, Gregory House, were taking it in the ass by your girlfriend, our boss?”
“I don't particularly want you to believe it, actually. I'd almost prefer it if you didn't.”
“Then why tell me?”
“You asked.”
“You could've lied. You usually lie. Which means you probably did lie. Which means whatever happened was worse than you being spread eagle for the Dean of Medicine.”
“I was bent over the bed, actually. Less personal that way.” That was an argument all in itself last night.
Wilson was still unconvinced. “Fine. I'll ask Cuddy.”
“No you won't.” House scoffed.
House was back in his office, going over the patient file when he could hear Cuddy coming down the hall, the clicking of her heels quick and heavy on the tile before she pushed his office door open. “Why the hell would you tell Wilson what we were doing last night?!”
Oh. Well, apparently he would.
“Thought he could yield some helpful advice.”
“Oh, I'm sure that's what you were hoping he was going to yield.”
House lowered his glasses, studying his girlfriend for a beat. She was tense, obviously annoyed and frustrated. At least she got to cum last night before everything went to shit, because despite public opinion, House always makes sure the woman he's with cums before he does. “Are you… jealous? I thought you were cool with this whole—”
“I am cool with the fantasies staying between you and me.”
“You were literally the one who told me to tell him.”
“When?!”
“The first night it got brought up.”
Cuddy stopped, thinking back to that steamy night when she first found out House thinks about Wilson in bed sometimes.
“That was different.”
“Why? Because in your fantasy it actually worked?”
“Yeah. I don't need him knowing when we're having problems in the bedroom.” She took a step closer and lowered her voice. “Especially not when those problems directly involve him.”
House took his glasses off, letting them fall to the desk. “First of all, I didn't say anything to him about his involvement in what was going down in your bed. Secondly, the problems we encountered last night had nothing to do with him and everything to do with you getting in your head about what we were doing.”
“Are you seriously blaming me for trying to be a concerned girlfriend?”
“Newsflash, being bent over naked with half a dick in my ass is not the time I want you to be concerned! Be concerned after you blow my back out so you don't kill the mood.”
“You're unbelievable.” Cuddy grumbled as she began walking away.
“Me? I didn't do anything! I was just laying there.”
She turned back around quickly and pointed hard at her boyfriend. “Exactly! You were just laying there, not giving me any hint as to if I was doing it right or wrong. Any other time you have no problem telling me what you want and then you went radio silent on me. What else was I supposed to think other than your leg was hurting and you didn't want to admit it?”
“Maybe I just didn't want to tell you that you sucked.”
“I sucked because I've never done it before!”
“Well, like I said, I was just fishing for some good advice from someone who is very experienced in putting his dick in other people.”
Cuddy crossed her arms. “Oh really? So you want him to— what? Come watch? Give us pointers?”
“Who else is more experienced at not coddling me over my leg?” House simpered.
Cuddy held his eyes, intense and heated. And then she nodded. “Fine.”
House's brows furrowed. “Fine? Fine what?”
“Fine, you can invite him to join us and he can show me how it's done.” She turned and left his office before she could change her mind.
House shook his head. What the hell just happened?
Taub sighed as he entered House's office through the side door, “Take a look at this scan.” He'd been waiting for them to finish up their fight so they could actually talk about medicine instead of whatever they're fighting about this time. Thankfully he only heard every other word but he's put enough context clues together to infer that his boss and his boss's boss are having issues in the bedroom.
House tried to force his brain to focus on the scan in front of him. Slight shadows on both lungs, subtle, but there. Could be infection, could be blood, could be cysts. Or it could be cancer. He tossed the scan back. “Oncology is the next office over.”
“I'm aware. But our dear Wilson isn't in his office, so I figured you'd know where to find him.”
“Why would I know?”
Taub gave him a look. “Because you've been tracking the guys every move for the last two decades. He doesn't eat, sleep, or piss without you knowing.”
Touché.
House sighed before pushing himself up from his desk, doing his best to hide his wince. He snatched the scans out of Taubs hands and left the room without another word, in search of the man who he is apparently supposed to invite into his bed. With his girlfriend. To show her how to have sex. With him.
What the fuck did he just get himself into?
—
“Consult.” Was all House said as he swung the exam room door open.
“Busy.” Wilson grumbled, but House didn't move from the doorway. “Sorry about him, mind if I take a look real quick?” He asked the patient, soft and kind as could be.
The patient smiled politely, although it was clear she was confused by the presence of the odd man with a cane standing in the doorway. “Oh yeah, go ahead.”
Wilson sighed and took the scans out of House's hand, holding them up to the light. “There's scarring on the left lower lobe of the lung over here.”
“I was more focused on all the icky shadowy spots.”
“Well, the icky shadowy spots, plus the scarring tells me this is a recurring issue.”
“So you think she had lung cancer before and didn't tell us?”
“Not necessarily. If it's pulmonary fibrosis, it could be caused by several things, not necessarily radiation treatment. She may not have known.”
“No, but the dry mouth, fatigue, headaches, joint stiffness, and sensitivity to cold would be explained by radiation treatment.”
“Scleroderma?”
House took a step closer to Wilson to look at the scans again. He could smell his aftershave, the same kind he's been using since he started dating Julie a decade ago. “Scleroderma could cause most of her symptoms, but what about the shadows?”
“Could be both. Scleroderma caused the pulmonary fibrosis and something else caused the shadows.”
“A coincidence? Come on, you know I hate coincidences.”
Wilson sighed and handed the scans back. “I don't think it's cancer.” He turned back to his patient who was waiting for him to finish bandaging her hand after she burned it on a kiln, his sweet apologetic smile ready to make up for any inconvenience his best friend has caused. House was half way out the door when Wilson stopped and turned back to him. “What does she do?”
“Uh—” House checked the file again. “Ceramics instructor.”
“For how long?”
“Forever? The woman's like sixty and she's been making pots since the sixties.”
“Silicosis. Long term inhalation of silica dust caused pulmonary fibrosis which scarred the lungs, caused the scleroderma, and would show up as shadows on the lungs.”
It all fit. “See, I knew there was a reason Cuddy was so eager to invite you over for dinner tonight. And here I thought it's because she wanted a threesome.”
“What—”
“But really it's just because you're so brilliant.” He winked at both Wilson and the blushing patient. He left the room in a dramatic flair, leaving Wilson open-mouthed and more confused than ever.
—
“Are you going to be ready soon?” House asked as he barged into Wilson's office that evening.
“Ready for what?”
“I told you, dinner. Me, you, Cuddy. Food.”
“I thought you were joking. You just wanted to embarrass me in front of that patient.”
“She wasn't your type, I wasn't worried.”
Wilson furrowed his brows. “I didn't think you were worried…”
“Are you coming to dinner or not? I'm hungry.”
Wilson started packing up his things. “I could eat.”
House drove Wilson's car, Cuddy met them there. They sat in a booth in the back, nearly secluded since it wasn't busy at all at 9 p.m on a Tuesday night.
“Sorry I'm late, I was talking someone out of suing the hospital. Again.” Cuddy sighed as she slipped into the booth next to her boyfriend and kissed him on the cheek. They seemed to have made up somewhere in the last several hours. “Did you already order?”
“No, but I already blew through a basket of bread.” House said, checking the empty basket for more.
“There ya go.” She patted his good thigh under the table and squeezed his knee as she scanned the menu.
“So… is there a particular reason you two wanted me to come to dinner with you tonight?”
Cuddy and House side-eyed each other. “Yes.” Cuddy answered. “But I'd prefer to have that conversation after we eat. I skipped lunch today.”
Wilson could tell that wasn't totally the truth, but he didn't fight it either since House didn't call her out on it. He was fidgeting, messing with the straw in his glass and twirling his steak knife. But he was being oddly quiet. It was freaking Wilson out.
“Your patient—” Wilson started, taking a sip of his wine. “Was my diagnosis right?”
“Don't gloat.” House sneered.
Wilson smirked. “I wasn't going to, but now that you mention it, it was a pretty obvious diagnosis. I mean, the ceramics class should've given it away.”
“Maybe I was a little distracted today, it wasn't my fault.”
“House.” Cuddy warned, not looking up from the menu.
The waiter interrupted just in time to take their order. Cuddy got the salmon, House got a steak, Wilson got a burger. House ordered a double scotch and Wilson threatened to take his keys away, so House ordered Wilson another glass of wine and told him to unclench. Reluctantly, Wilson did.
The conversation came easy, the laughter flowed until the fries disappeared from Wilson's plate, Cuddy even stealing a few. After a couple glasses, House loosened up, throwing his arm around the back of the booth and Cuddy leaned into him. It was sweet and Wilson was happy to see them that way.
“I'm glad you two seem to have made up.”
“Well, we realized that not everything in our relationship is going to come as easily and naturally as we hoped. Maybe sometimes we need someone to step in and uh…help.” Cuddy admitted.
“That's good, I'm glad you're figuring that out. What exactly did you need help with?”
That's when Wilson realized Cuddy was blushing behind her glass. “Well…you see… House and I— we were trying something new and uh— maybe I wasn't all that great and could use a few pointers on the anatomy I'm not so familiar with—”
“We want to have a threesome with you so you can show Cuddy how to use a dick. Specifically to fuck me with.”
“Jesus Christ, House.” Cuddy covered her face in horror.
“We were going to be here all night waiting for you to beat around the bush!” House defended.
Wilson was staring blankly at them. He didn't even know where to start. “Why?” Was the only thing he could manage to get out.
“Despite the rumors I've spread over the last decade or so, Cuddy doesn't actually have a penis, so she's not super familiar with how to utilize one from the user end rather than the receiving end.”
Wilson gave him a flat look. “Why me?”
“Oh.” They gave each other that look again. House didn't answer this time.
“Because we want you.” Cuddy eventually answered. Pointant and sure.
“We?” Wilson asked, looking straight at House.
House gulped. “Yeah, we.” He downed the rest of his drink, maintaining eye contact with Wilson from above his glass.
There was a long stretch of silence. Far too long. Wilson's eyes followed the movement of House reaching under the table to rub his leg.
“So it was true? What you told me today about you two— what you were doing?”
“I tried to tell you.” House shrugged. “You always assume I'm lying. Hurtful, really.”
Wilson pointed at Cuddy. “And that's why you got so freaked out when I asked you about what House was hiding from me?” He asked and Cuddy nodded her head. “How long have you two been thinking about this?”
Their simultaneous answers ranged from two weeks to twenty years. Wilson felt lightheaded.
“So let me get this straight—”
“Going to be a little difficult to do this in a straight way— ouch!” Wilson kicked House under the table.
“You two decided you wanted to try pegging and it didn't go very well because you've never pegged a man before. So you want me, a straight man who has also never had sex with a man before, to show you how to have sex with a man? And not just any man, my best friend?”
Cuddy let out a breath and nodded. “Basically, yeah.”
“So again I ask, why? You could very easily get someone with experience to show you how it's done. I mean, I'm sure House still has a half dozen hookers on speed dial.”
Cuddy frowned. “Absolutely not. I am not hiring a hooker to teach me how to fuck my boyfriend in the ass.”
“Then explain why you want me.”
“It's my leg.” House eventually admitted, digging into the muscle with the heel of his hand. “That's where the problems started. She doesn't know how to ignore my leg and just go for it. She needs someone who is good at ignoring my damn leg.”
“Anyone can ignore your leg. But I know your leg. I know when it's hurting, what you're capable of doing before it starts to bother you. Somehow sitting in on you two having sex so I can tell Cuddy when your leg is hurting doesn't sound like what's really going on here.”
Cuddy opened her mouth to speak, but House beat her to the punch, leaning in and lowering his voice as he asked, “What do you think is actually going on here?”
Now it was Wilson's turn to blush. He held House's stare for a long beat before saying “I think you want me to join in. I think you want me to do more than watch and give guidance.”
“Would that be so crazy? After twenty years of people assuming we're sleeping together anyways? At least now you'd have plausible deniability, everyone knows I'm tapping that now.” House smirked, his hand curling into Cuddy's thigh.
“And how do I know this isn't some big elaborate prank for you to hold over my head for the rest of our lives if I say yes?”
“Because I wouldn't do that to you. He may, but I wouldn't.” Cuddy reached across the table and squeezed Wilson's hand. “James,” Wilson immediately felt his core begin to go gooey when she said his first name like that. “We've talked about it a lot, we've um… we've fantasized about this— about you , a lot. We're serious about this, but only if you want to.”
“Yeah, I mean, we can just keep fantasizing about you without you if you’re not into it.” House added, always having to make a joke out of every serious moment.
God, they were both giving him the eyes. Big, blue, dreamy, hopeful eyes. How could he say no? They want him. His eyes locked on House's again and it's like he could feel the air shift, like his ears just popped and the world got a little clearer. He's been denying his attraction to House so deeply for so long and it just clawed its way out of the pits of his repression.
“Okay.” Wilson swallowed and nodded. “How do we start?”
They talked details over a shared dessert with three spoons. Wilson couldn't help but squirm as they worked out the when and where and how— tomorrow night, granted that none of them run into a work emergency. At Cuddy's place, granted that her sister can watch Rachel for the night.
The how is what really made him squirm. Cuddy traced a heeled foot up Wilson's leg as she told him about how she wanted to peg House first and open him up so he's nice and ready.
“Ready for what?” He dumbly asked, entranced by the way she was so obviously seducing him right in front of House.
“For you, silly.”
The realization hadn't even hit him until then. That he'd be fucking his best friend, not just watching them have sex. He would be touching, kissing, and fucking them. And they want him to, god, how they want him to.
“Oh. Oh, right.”
He must've had a funny look on his face that made Cuddy giggle and squeeze his arm. “Only if you want to. We can just start small and work our way up, whatever you're comfortable with.” She reassured him. “I'm going to use the restroom before we head out. House, you get the check.”
House did an exaggerated move of checking his empty pockets. “Looks like Wilson may have to grab the check this time.” He smirked. Cuddy wordlessly reached into her purse and tossed House's wallet at Wilson before winking at him and strutting off to the bathroom.
“That bitch.” House huffed and Wilson chuckled and rolled his eyes as he thumbed through the wallet and pulled out a few bills. “So you're…you're good, right? With this?” He tried hard to retain his cool, uncaring demeanor. It didn't work, Wilson could easily see the nerves he's trying to hide.
Wilson handed him his wallet, their fingers overlapping as House took it. “I want her first.” Was Wilson's way of answering, a smug little grin growing on his face. “I want you to watch me make your girlfriend explode before I do the same to you.”
House licked his lips and swallowed, only nodding because he didn't trust his voice not to crack like some pubescent teenager. He did his best to mask his shudder by putting his wallet back into his pocket, subtly adjusting the growing tightness in his jeans at the same time.
The waiter came by to grab the check and was leaving them the receipt when Cuddy got back. “He didn't make you pay, did he?” She asked Wilson.
“No, I even made sure he left a nice tip.”
“I’ll show you a nice tip.” House grumbled as they moved out of the booth.
“Only if you’re good, House.”
Cuddy’s face lit up. “Oh, I like this side of you, Wilson.” She purred.
“I don’t.” House argued, just because he could. Even though this is his favorite Wilson, the one with heat and danger lurking where no one else would think to look.
“He won’t be saying that tomorrow.” Cuddy giggled and took Wilson’s arm.
“Are you two seriously going to make me the third wheel in this?”
“I thought you were happy to watch?” Wilson asked over his shoulder, immediately shutting House up.
“You’re being awfully normal about this.” Cuddy commented as they sat at a red light on their way home.
“What do you mean? I’m always normal.”
“Not about Wilson. Never about Wilson.”
Touché.
“I’m always normal.” House grumbled indignantly, even if they both know it's a lie.
Cuddy’s hand rested on his good thigh as she started down her street. “He looked so cute tonight, didn’t he? The way he was blushing when we were talking about it, especially when he realized he was going to be fucking you too. I think he really liked that.” Her hand kept creeping up and inward.
House swallowed. “Yeah, s-something like that.”
“Oh, come on. You know he’s going to see how you really feel about him. You won’t be able to hide it when you’re bent over and begging for it.” Her hand wrapped around the half hard cock tenting his jeans.
“ Cuddy ,” He whimpered, his resolve quickly crumbling into that whiny, needy thing she loves to devour from his lips. “Don’t start anything you’re not willing to finish. You know as soon as we get inside, Rachel’s going to hear your voice and insist on seeing you before she goes back to sleep.”
“She can’t hear us if we don’t get out of the car.” Cuddy turned off the headlights as they pulled up in front of her house. She put the car in park and swung herself into House's lap, kissing him hard and burying her fingers in his hair. “God, I can't believe he agreed to it so easily. I think he was downplaying how eager he was to seem cool.”
House chuckled, “That's exactly what he does. He's probably at home freaking out right now.” His hands were all over her, spanning over her ass and groping her tits through her shirt as he finally let the desperation show.
“Or touching himself.” Cuddy whispered in his ear, reaching between them to unclasp House's belt. House moaned as she slipped her hand into his jeans and stroked him. “He agreed so quick and easy, you can't tell me he hasn't been dreaming of this too. For someone who swears he's straight, he was more than on board with fucking his best friend.”
“He’s been thinking about you, not me.”
“Why can’t he think about us both like you do?”
House moaned, his cock throbbing in Cuddy's hand. He didn’t have an argument for that. Maybe he could come up with one if 90% of the blood in his body wasn’t currently rushing to his groin thanks to her persistent and talented hands.
“You know he has a big dick, right? I've seen him hard and his ex-wives have told me he's fucking thick.”
“So you're saying I need to spend a nice long time fucking you first so you can take it all when it’s his turn?”
House nodded and bucked into her hand. “Need it—” He whimpered. “Please.”
Cuddy kissed his neck, so in love with the way House falls apart like this, it's intoxicating. She was always so sure that she’d be too jealous to let anyone else see him this way…but not Wilson. Maybe it’s because Wilson is the only other person who deserves to get to see House this way, he’s earned it and Cuddy can respect that. “You know, we could go inside and get in bed and get a little practice in before tomorrow.”
“You don't want to wait for him?”
“For the main event, yes. But you were enjoying having my fingers last night, maybe we could just stick to that tonight.”
“What about Rachel?”
“Consider it you practicing your self control too. He told me about the little agreement you two made while I was in the bathroom, you know. He wants to fuck me in front of you while you sit there and watch us— god, I almost couldn't believe he got you to agree. I bet he could get you to agree to anything as long as he rewards you afterwards, hm? You’ve wanted this a long time.”
House was on fire with the way she was stroking him and murmuring dirty things in his ear. He's been so pent up since last night, half hard since dinner. He was already getting close embarrassingly quick, so overwhelmed by the insane turn of events in the last 24 hours. And in 24 hours more, he’d be here, with his best friend and his girlfriend, falling apart for the both of them and watching them fall apart for each other.
“We won't make it to the bedroom if you keep going.” House warned.
Cuddy reluctantly stopped, sitting back with a huff. “Fine. I guess I'll go pay the babysitter and get Rachel back in bed. Meet me in the bedroom when you're ready, okay?”
House nodded and kissed her one more time before she slipped out of the car and headed inside. He watched her fix her hair and her top, her hips swaying until she closed the front door behind her. He waited until the babysitter— Maria? Mary? Marcie? Who cares? came out the front door and got in her car, sticking around just long enough to annoy House before driving off. Only then did House finally push himself out of the car and limp heavily into Cuddy’s house as quietly as he could.
As soon as he opened the door, he could hear Cuddy talking to her daughter sweetly, telling her she has to go back to sleep and she can play with her toys in the morning. He quickly limped to the bedroom and prepared, setting out the lube and his fun new toys. He was in only his boxers when Cuddy finally came to bed, reclined back in an attempt to seem relaxed and not strung so tight that his strings would snap the moment Cuddy begins to strum on him.
She put her finger to her lips, reminding House he had to be quiet before she crawled into bed, kissing him deeply as soon as he was within reach. He immediately laid her down and hovered over her, kissing her neck and intertwining their fingers. “Are we really going to do this?” He whispered in that tone Cuddy has come to recognize as sincerity.
She dragged her fingers through his hair, pulling on it so he'd look her in the eyes as she said “I want to give this to you. I love you, House. I want this for us.”
House had to hide his face at that. He doesn’t know what he’s ever done to deserve something like this from either of them.
House knows that Wilson’s eager participation means something more, this isn’t just sex. And that was terrifying and exhilarating. He’s always been so determined to push the bounds of his relationship with Wilson. He’s throwing the ball into Wilson’s court now, he gets to decide how far this is going to go, just how far House gets to push.
He can’t stop thinking about the way Wilson looked at him when he told him he wanted to make Cuddy explode and then do the same to him. It was damn near predatory, that mischievous glint he’s seen when House talks him into doing something he shouldn’t be doing. Except, no one had to talk him into this, not really. As soon as they made it clear that they wanted him— that this was real , he was into it.
God, House knows the bastard is going to hold this over him for the rest of their lives. And even worse, House wants him to. “Cuddy— god,” He moaned, “Please.”
She knew exactly what he was asking for, pressing him down onto his back and stroking him over his boxers. He was already hard again, his hips snapping into her hand as soon as she touched him. Her other hand stroked his chest, pinching a sensitive nipple until he gasped and moaned. She was quick to muffle him with a kiss.
“You have to be quiet, remember? Self control. Practice for tomorrow when you have to sit there quietly and watch me fuck your best friend.”
House nodded and bit his lip, his brows furrowing as he concentrated on keeping his voice down. He didn’t know if it would be possible once she’s inside him. He did so good for her up until she tapped at his prostate, causing a yell to escape his lips and she shushed him with giggly kisses.
“You’re evil.” He muttered, sweat rolling down his neck from the effort of holding back. “You did that on purpose.”
“I didn’t know you’d yell .”
“The next one is going to be a lot more than a yell.”
“Is that a promise? Do I need to hold my hand over your mouth while you cum on my fingers?” She teased, but she could tell by the look on House’s face that that’s exactly what he wants.
“Oh, god.” He whimpered as her fingers started moving faster and harder.
“Gotta show Wilson how good you are, right baby?”
“Cud- mmm,” She clamped her other hand over his mouth and went right for his prostate again, making him howl behind her hand as his cock jerked and went off all over his belly. She didn’t stop until his hand came down to stop her, too sensitive to keep going. She carefully pulled her hands away and watched as he practically unraveled, his body going lax under her as he came down from that delicious feeling, tingling from the inside out.
“So good, House. You were so good until the end. You tried though, I’m proud of you.” She praised and kissed him so tenderly.
House feels like he’s free falling when she says those words. He never knows how to respond— never with words, at least. So he pulls her in and buries his face in her breasts, peppering kisses as he inhales the flowery scent of her perfume still clinging to her skin. He doesn’t even remember when she took her shirt off, that’s how fucking far gone he is when she touches him like that.
He rolled them over and continued kissing down her body, stripping her the rest of the way and immediately burying his face between her legs, finding her completely soaked, wetter than he’s ever gotten her before he’s even gotten her panties off. It was obvious that she really did enjoy this as much as House did, she liked having the power to make him fall apart, the intimacy and trust it takes to give her that part of him. She’s the only one who has the power to bring House and Wilson together the way he’s wanted for so many years.
Cuddy doesn’t know if House even breathed the entire time he was down there, completely focused on making her cum as hard as possible. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders and pulled his hair hard, biting her lip to keep in her moans as she rocked her pussy against his mouth. “Yes, yes, god— right there, House. Good boy, right there.” She whispered, unable to keep everything inside when she has that spectacular mouth on her.
She’s been so turned on ever since dinner, it was really no surprise when she felt that familiar flush creeping up her spine, growing hotter and brighter until it consumed her whole. House moaned between her legs as Cuddy whimpered and trembled through her orgasm, begging him not to stop. He wouldn’t dream of stopping before she’s had enough, he loves when she has to pull him away by his hair and laughs as he licks into her mouth and shares the taste of her pussy with her.
“I’m gonna fuck your brains out tomorrow, you know that?” She purred as she licked a drop of her own salty taste off of her boyfriend's chin.
“You better, because if Wilson is the only one fucking my brains out, I may have to make it a habit.” He teased.
“I think I may be okay with that too.” She responded softly, earnestly soft.
“Don’t get me going all over again.” House groaned, flopping onto his back next to her.
Cuddy was immediately on him again, pressing their bare chests together, kissing House's neck. “Why not? You have somewhere else to be?”
“Where do you get the energy?” House chuckled and kissed her, tracing his hands down her back and grabbing her ass by the handfuls.
“Don’t worry, I won’t make you work too hard this time.” She murmured as her hands worked down his body, teasing and coaxing him to hardness again. “But I want you inside me, you’re not the only one who needs it.”
House only responded with a moan as she climbed on top of him and proceeded to ride him slow and deep, greedy in a way because he could tell it was all for her own pleasure. He loves that, loves when she's greedy, loves when she just fucking takes what she wants. That's what he wanted last night when she bent him over the bed, he just wanted her to take what she wanted like she is now, hot and unashamed.
They really did try to curl up and go to sleep after that, but one little comment about Wilson had them going all over again, fucking once more in the spooning position before they’d finally had enough and nodded off in the early hours of the morning.
Each time they fucked, Wilson was their shared fantasy— the way he looks, the way he speaks and smells and smiles. House admitted to all sorts of moments over the years that he found himself lusting over his best friend and Cuddy admitted that she once had sex with someone she met at a medical conference just because he looked like Wilson. House admitted to doing exactly the same with a guy he met at a bar years ago.
You’d think they would have gotten enough that night to hold them over, but in the morning it was nearly impossible to make it out the door, wrapped up in each other every moment they possibly could. They were just too excited for the night to come, for Wilson to be here, all over them, crossing all sorts of lines they shouldn't be crossing. It was Cuddy's sister showing up that finally knocked enough sense into them to pull apart. Her sister gave them a knowing smile and teased them about needing ‘adult time’ alone together. House nearly made a crack about how they wouldn't be alone, but Cuddy dragged him out of the house before he could.
“Don’t harass Wilson and make him second guess doing this tonight.” She told House as they pulled into the hospital parking lot.
“Yes, mommy.”
“I mean it, House. I know how you get when you start feeling nervous, your nature is to pick and put the pressure on someone else. Do it to someone on your team and leave Wilson alone.”
“But if I leave him alone, how will he know that you came three times last night while thinking about him?” House smirked as they got out of the car. “It’d be a shame if he didn’t know that.” He added before limping off ahead of her.
“House—” She quickly caught up to him.
“I won’t ruin your chances of getting freaky with my best friend, don’t worry.”
“Why do you have to say it like that?” Cuddy whined.
“Because I have to bother someone and you requested it not be Wilson.”
“I thought not bothering me was obvious if you want to get laid tonight.” She simpered and went inside ahead of him.
House didn’t see Wilson until after his morning rounds, slipping into the outer office during a differential and making himself a cup of coffee. He stood by the sink and just watched, the team none the wiser to the way Wilson was undressing House with his eyes.
“Any input, boy-wonder?” House asked, tearing Wilson from his lustful thoughts.
“Could be blastomycosis.” He thinks. He was only half listening.
“Wilson says fungal, Taub says autoimmune, Foreman says cancer. Sooo,” House did an exaggerated drumroll with his cane. “Go test for fungal.”
No one is surprised he went with Wilson's suggestion. His fellows file out of the room, leaving the two friends alone.
“I’m obligated to inform you that I got laid three times last night thanks to your eager cooperation at dinner.” House boasted as he took the coffee from Wilson's hand and sipped it. It's always too sweet, but House drinks it anyway because it's been on Wilson's lips.
Wilson took the mug back. “Good, now you can’t complain that you’ve been waiting so long when you get impatient tonight.” Wilson smirked from behind his mug.
“Au contraire, I can and I will.”
“Right, I forgot that your capacity to complain is endless, even when you’re getting to have your cake and eat it too.”
“Exactly whose cake is getting eaten tonight? I forgot the logistics.”
“I think that’ll depend on how much complaining Cuddy and I hear.” Wilson smirked, enjoying the way House grows a shade more red with each comment.
“You know this little power trip won’t last forever.” House huffed, stealing Wilson's mug once again.
“I know, just today is more than enough.” Wilson grinned and left the office, leaving House feeling hot and needy already.
The day practically crawled by, especially once they solved the case— Foreman was right, it was Langerhans cell histiocytosis. The patient was given radiation therapy and is already seeing an improvement. Cancer is boring. Now it's just a race between the clock and House's boredom.
House's boredom (and curiosity) won as he let himself into Wilson's office through the back door (ha) and reclined on the black couch.
“Why didn't you freak out last night?” He asked after a long moment of silence.
“Did you want me to freak out last night?” Wilson asked without looking up from his paperwork.
“No. I'm just curious why being asked to have a threeway with your best friend and his girlfriend didn't shake you more. It's almost like you were expecting it.”
Wilson snorted, finally looking up and giving House his attention. “House, I've been waiting for you to invite me to participate in a threesome since ninety-two. It wasn't exactly that shocking.”
“Yeah but in the past, if I invited you, it would've been so you and I could Eiffel Tower some curvy brunette— not so that you and some curvy brunette could Eiffel Tower me.”
House didn't miss the way Wilson smirked at that mental image.
“Unless that was what you really wanted all along…” House continued. “In which case, how the hell have either of us kept our pants on this long?”
“Because we've almost always had a woman or two taking them off of us instead.”
House sat up and looked at Wilson with dark eyes, looking for trouble. “How long have you been having impure thoughts about me, Jimmy?”
“Wouldn't you like to know?” Wilson smirked without missing a beat. House narrowed his eyes.
“Is this how we're going to play this all night? I have to make some sort of embarrassing admission and then I get what I want?”
“Yeah, actually. You do what I want, and then I'll do what you want. So much better than this whole I do what House wants and then House does what he wants game we've been playing for twenty years.”
“It's just cruel to change up the pattern at this point. Old dogs don’t learn new tricks.”
“Is it? It's not too late, House. If you're too scared of our relationship changing, we don't have to do this.” There was an earnestness to Wilson's tone, threatening to replace the teasing smugness there before.
“Do you think this is going to change things?”
“What would it change? Are you going to be any less of an ass on any given day? Are you going to stop stealing my lunches or pulling pranks?”
“Absolutely not.”
Wilson smirked and rose from his seat, straightening his coat as he got ready to check on how his patient Austin Liton is doing on his third round of chemo. “Then I'll see you tonight.”
And now they're here— House sitting on the couch, watching his best friend touch his girlfriend, watching Cuddy's face contort in pleasure as Wilson paws at her breasts and kisses her neck. He watched as Wilson stripped her one layer at a time— first her blouse and then her bra, taking his time to admire and adore her topless before he started on her skirt, dragging the zipper down slowly while murmuring about how beautiful she is, how he's thought about this more times than he can count. Next thing House knows, she's stepping out of her thong and Wilson is letting out a low whistle as he spins her slowly and breathes out, “Jesus christ…”
Cuddy couldn't help but blush. The way Wilson was looking at her was carnal, licking his lips and devouring her with his eyes. She had to look way up at him like this without her heels on. “You are far too dressed.” It felt filthy to be standing naked in front of them while they're both still fully dressed. “Both of you, undress.”
They didn't have to be told twice. Their shirts came off quick and easy, but as they both reached for their belts, their eyes met across the room. They were really doing this.
House, shameless as always, was first to shuck his jeans and boxers in one go. Wilson took a long moment to drink in the sight of them both before he kicked the rest of his clothes off. Cuddy immediately pulled Wilson in and kissed him hard, gasping at their bare skin pressed together for the first time. Wilson’s hands were hesitant, hovering just above her skin. “Touch me.” She murmured against his lips. “Show him how you’ve always wanted to touch me.”
Wilson pulled her in closer with a hand on her ass and caressed her face as he kissed her deep. He’s every bit of a good kisser as Cuddy had suspected, his lips full and soft and innately skilled. She shivered thinking back to what House told her that night they first started fantasizing about him, about how Wilson’s ex wives have said he gives amazing head. She wanted to find out for herself.
Wilson’s hand crept further down, slipping between her legs, just barely teasing her and waiting for her reaction. Cuddy spread her legs a little more, inviting him to venture further.
Wilson gasped, “Christ— you’re soaked. Were you two fooling around without me?”
Cuddy shook her head. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, it’s a miracle there isn’t a wet spot on my desk chair. House wanted to fool around, but he got plenty this morning as it was. I’m sure he told you all about that, didn’t he?”
Wilson blushed. “Perhaps, you know him and his loose lips.”
“Does he tell you what happens in the bedroom often? In detail?”
“Not as much as you’d probably think. But I have a feeling that’s going to change after tonight.”
“Good.” Cuddy smirked and sauntered over to the couch, sitting down right next to House who was doing his very best to ignore his own throbbing erection. “Hey, sweetie.” Cuddy gave House one quick kiss before turning her attention back to Wilson, beckoning him over with a finger.
Wilson didn’t have to be told what she wanted, as soon as she spread her long gorgeous legs, he sank down onto his knees right in front of her. There was something deeply erotic about House watching him so closely, his own hard cock just to his left. It would be so easy to—
“There will be plenty of time for that later, I want your mouth first.” Cuddy giggled as she held him by the chin and redirected his face back to her. Wilson was practically drooling over the sight of House’s cock leaking against his thigh. He blushed and nodded before kissing his way up Cuddy's thighs, working his way closer and closer as she ran her hand through his hair. He looked up at her for final confirmation and she practically dragged him the rest of the way, desperate for it.
Oh, she tasted divine. He immediately moaned into her and buried his face deeper, feasting on her from the very beginning. He eats pussy like he's starving for it, like the answer to the universe is buried between Lisa Cuddy's legs. The more he devours her, the more he's convinced that may be true.
“Oh fuck— god, they weren’t exaggerating.” Cuddy moaned, reaching for House next to her, needing to touch him too. He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing every inch he was allowed. She pulled his hand down, all the way down to Wilson’s head and threaded House’s fingers into his hair along with her own. It was somehow the most erotic thing he’s ever done even if he’s not even the one being touched, stroking his best friend's hair while he eats his girlfriend out, feeling those silky strands he’s wanted to play with a million times before, feeling Wilson moan when he pulls on that hair.
Cuddy was lost in how good Wilson is at this, like an instrument he’s played a hundred times before. She didn’t even realize she was moaning Wilson’s name until House leaned in close and kissed just below her ear, murmuring “You sound so pretty, baby. You don’t even know how many times I’ve imagined the way you sound moaning his name and it’s even better than I thought it would be.”
“House, god—”
Wilson pulled away to breathe heavily, his face glistening as he mouthed at Cuddy's thighs and murmured “You taste so good, Cuddy. I'd stay right here all night if poor House wouldn't die from lack of attention.”
House made an offended sound, but couldn't really argue either, only pressing his best friend’s face back to where it belongs and listening to Cuddy gasp as his tongue went back to work.
“How do you expect me to just sit here and be quiet? Do you know how difficult that is for me?”
Cuddy nodded and kissed him. “And think of how much you'll be rewarded for it. When I'm done rewarding Wilson for this, of course.”
House didn't know if he'd be able to make it, not with the wet sucking sounds and Cuddy's pretty moans and the way Wilson kept looking up at him. House was desperate to be touched, his cock throbbing against his thigh, twitching and leaking without ever being touched.
“I want you to fuck me.” Cuddy gasped as she pulled Wilson's face back. “I have no doubts that you could get me off like this, but I've wanted to feel you inside me for too long, I can't wait anymore.”
“Yeah?” Wilson asked with that ridiculous boyish smile. “You've wanted me that long?”
“Too long. I should've taken you the moment Julie let you go.”
“That makes two of us.” House murmured, nearly drooling as he watched Wilson's cock bob as he stood.
“You could've had me.” Wilson murmured as he pulled Cuddy to her feet and kissed her. He looked at House, “Either of you.”
“How about both?” Cuddy purred as she took Wilson's cock into her hand and stroked him. “You can have us both.”
Wilson's breath hitched and he nodded. “I want that. Want you both.”
Cuddy let him go and draped herself over the arm of the couch facing House. “Come take me.”
House was positive for a moment that he must be hallucinating. It doesn't matter that he hasn't touched vicodin in months, he must be hallucinating because not even in his wettest, filthiest dreams has anything ever been so erotic and lascivious as Wilson stepping behind his girlfriend and looking House deep into his blue eyes as he sinks his cock into Cuddy. His Cuddy. His Wilson and his Cuddy.
“Oh my god— fuck,” Wilson moaned as he slowly sank every inch to her, Cuddy whimpering under him. “So good— christ, you feel so good.”
“Like heaven.” House breathed, looking straight into Cuddy's eyes.
“You don't believe in heaven.” She giggled and then gasped as Wilson adjusted his position.
“Your pussy will have a man questioning his whole life, his entire existence. The afterlife too.”
“Oh, look how sappy and poetic he gets. He's really trying to lay it on thick, isn't he?” Wilson teased as he draped himself over Cuddy's back and kissed her shoulders. He was grinding ever so slightly deeper, but not yet thrusting.
Cuddy giggled and nodded. “He always does. He's such a romantic, he just doesn't want anyone to know.”
“No one needs to know.” House pouted as they talked about him like he's not even there. It was humiliating in the worst (best, the very best) way— his best friend fucking his girlfriend, teasing him, doing it all in front of him and pretending like he's not even there. He's never been in a situation like this before. He's always been the center of attention, he can't help it. He yearns to be their center again. “C’mon, you expect me to not even touch myself until both of you get off?” House whined.
“Yes.” They both said in unison before getting absolutely lost in each other, Wilson thrusting slow and deep at first, but quickly building up a delicious rhythm. Cuddy was making such pretty sounds with each thrust and Wilson looked like he was on cloud nine as he watched himself disappear inside her over and over. Her ass was immaculate, full and curvy in his hands and she was so wet that it made her thighs glisten in the low lamp light.
Cuddy reached out towards House, needing to feel him in her hands even if they said he's not allowed to touch. One hand found his arm and the other his thigh and it didn't take long for the hand on his thigh to find his throbbing cock. House moaned and his head fell back, his entire body responding to just a simple stroke of her hand.
“Hey, I thought we were going to make him wait.” Wilson chuckled and gave Cuddy's ass a sharp slap.
Cuddy gasped and giggled. “We said he couldn't touch himself, not that we couldn't touch him.” Wilson couldn't argue with that and started fucking her harder, his eyes set on House's cock, wet and shiny from how much he was leaking in her hand.
Cuddy hands were clumsy and not at all focused, but the stimulation alone had House practically dripping in her hand, already falling apart after being teased so much. He opened his eyes and found Wilson already watching him intently. It's like he couldn't pull away, feeling his gut coiling and coiling with each moment that Wilson's dark brown eyes looked deep into him.
“I-I—shit, I'm too close.” House gasped out and Cuddy reluctantly let him go, making hot little whimpering sounds against the couch as she started approaching her own orgasm. “That good, honey?” House asked, running a hand through her hair. “How's his cock feel?”
“So good. God — you'll love it.”
Wilson moaned and nodded in agreement, clearly thinking about having House in this position too. He'd love to have both of them bent over the way Cuddy is now, on display for him. All the jokes he's made about House needing to be spanked came from somewhere— it's a miracle House never figured that out on his own.
House and Wilson's eyes met again, more and more heated each time. “Isn't she as perfect as I told you? Perfect boobs, perfect ass and a perfect pussy. She's amazing from all ends.”
Wilson nodded and House watched his hand slip between his girlfriend's legs. “She is perfect, I think I may just have to keep her for myself after this.” He teased, knowing House has a wild possessive streak over the things he loves. Especially the people he loves. Wilson knows that includes him and it makes him hot every time he has that realization.
Cuddy was too busy moaning at the way Wilson was stroking over her clit again and again to say anything about their banter. She was in heaven, it was better than those days she fantasized about him all the time.
It was when she was going through her hormone treatments, considering him as a sperm donor. The thought crossed her mind many times about asking him and them just doing it the old fashioned way, increasing their chances.
“As long as you keep us both, I think I can handle that.” House responded and Cuddy's moans got louder and frantic as she started getting close, whimpering “Oh god, fuck, just like that, fuckfuckfuck—”
“That's it, baby. C’mon, show us how good it feels.” House murmured.
She practically showed the whole neighborhood with the sounds she was making, begging and pleading Wilson not to stop, whimpering that she was so so close. Wilson was mesmerized by her, her skin glistening with sweat, her thighs trembling, her divine pussy wrapped around him so tightly.
For all the noise she was making, her orgasm was nearly silent, only an adorable kind of squeak leaving her before her body went stiff and her mouth dropped open in a silent moan. Once he felt her relax under him, Wilson slowed his thrusts and leaned over her panting body again, kissing her back and shoulders and murmuring sweet praises against her skin as he caught his breath.
“My turn?” House asked with the biggest, most hopeful blue eyes. Both Cuddy and Wilson looked about ready to swallow him whole, they wanted him every bit as much as he wanted them.
Cuddy crawled over the rest of the couch until she could straddle House's lap and kiss him deeply, grinding down on his hard cock and listening to his gasps and whines. It would be so easy to just sink down on him, but she wanted more than anything to watch him and Wilson all over each other. She wants to see House finally get what he's been waiting for.
“You think you deserve it? Were you a good boy?”
House swallowed and his breath came out as a shudder as he nodded. “I was, I was as good as I can be. Please.”
Cuddy kissed him once more before pulling herself away, standing and reaching a hand out for him to take. “C’mon, let's go to the bedroom.” Her other hand took Wilson's and she pulled them both to the bedroom, a fantasy she's had more times than she can count.
She settled into the bed and smirked at the two hot naked men standing almost awkwardly in front of the bed, not really knowing where to start. “Go ahead, kiss each other.” She instructed, sitting back and crossing her long legs. She looked so smug and gorgeous and in charge even without the big office and tall heels and tight skirt. They wouldn't dream about disobeying her now.
House and Wilson looked at each other for a long moment, taking each other in. The flush on Wilson's face, still a little sweaty from fucking Cuddy, the way that pinkness ran all the way down his neck and disappeared around his clavicle. House licked his lips as he continued down, thinking about the way Wilson would react to him taking nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling until he can't stand it.
Wilson made the first move, taking a step closer. Close enough to bring a hand to House's face, cupping his jaw, eyes fixated on his lips. House reached out tentatively, his fingers grazing Wilson's waist so lightly that it made him giggle. Oh, how beautiful that giggle was. House pulled, Wilson moved closer, their faces only inches apart now. He was smiling, that boyish grin that never fails to turn House's insides into goop.
And then they were kissing.
Their first kiss was strange. Wilson isn't used to the prickly facial hair. They were nervous to touch each other, but once they did, they couldn't stop. House let out a shuddering breath against Wilson's lips and pulled him closer, afraid of what would happen if he lets go now.
It was less strange on the second kiss, when Wilson pressed their bare chests together and traced his tongue over the seam of House's mouth. He could taste the deep bitterness of bourbon on House's tongue. There was a whiny kind of moan and Wilson was embarrassed to find it came from him.
“Oh,” House breathed and kissed him deep, his hand coming around to hold the back of Wilson's neck, threading into his hair. Wilson moaned again at the feeling, House's hand was just so big and warm and strong. “God, that sounds good.”
The third kiss was all heat, deep and messy, tasting each other, hands mapping out each other's bodies, studying the way their hair feels pulled between the others fingers. It was glorious, it was perfect. Wilson's lips were so soft, House just had to take that plush bottom lip between his teeth and pull until Wilson made such a pretty little sound.
And then Wilson turned it all around— literally. Walking House backwards until his back hit the wall and he kissed him harder, all tongue and teeth now.
“You have no idea—” He murmured against House's lips before cutting himself off. “All these years. All these fucking years, House. We could've been doing this.” He started moving his kisses down House's jaw, already addicted to the tingle on his lips from the roughness of his facial hair. “I could've saved a fortune on alimony if I'd just been doing this all along.”
“Please, like having a piece on the side ever stopped you from marrying the wrong person three times.” House teased and then hissed as Wilson bit his neck none too gently in retaliation.
“Boys, play nice.” Cuddy giggled from where she was watching them on the bed.
“I'm always nice.” House scoffed.
“Oh yeah?” Wilson asked, pulling him away from the wall. “Sit on the bed and prove it. Show us how nice you can be.”
House did exactly as he was told, sitting on the edge of the bed and waiting for what came next. His mouth watered, his hands were fidgeting.
“I've been waiting for this part. He looked so pretty sucking on my strap-on the other night. I've been dying to see him do it again.” Cuddy smirked as she watched this unfold.
“I've been silently fighting his oral fixation for almost twenty years. It's no surprise that he'd like something in his mouth.”
Again, House found himself burning as they talked about him like this, as if he wasn't there. He needed their attention, he always does.
“Get over here already before I start using my mouth on Cuddy instead.” House huffed and Wilson chuckled that he's so impatient.
Wilson was stroking himself back to hardness as he stalked up to his best friend, his eyes intent on his lips. This is weird, right? It should be weird. This should be super fucking weird and awkward and they should be asking each other what the hell they're doing right now. They're not even drunk. Wilson was sure that when the day came that they ended up in bed with a woman together, it would be under a thick blanket of inebriation so they could pretend this was all a drunken mistake later.
House, bless him, immediately pushed past all of that awkward tension and eye contact leading up to the first touch. Because this wasn't nearly as weird to him as it should be either. This felt like the way things were always going to go and maybe they both knew that all along. He simply pulled Wilson in by his thighs and took him into his mouth quickly, moaning around him, taking him down until his eyes began to water.
“Ohh my god—” Wilson moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the sudden feeling of being enveloped by perfect wet heat. He didn't have time to be embarrassed about the yell, his hand immediately went to House’s hair, threading his fingers into the graying strands and pulling it taut as House immediately gave Wilson his all.
House sucked his cock like his life depended on it, like he was on the clock and time was running out to get a mouthful of something he’s wanted for so long. “Slow down, House. I’m not going anywhere.” Wilson chuckled and pulled him back by the grip in his hair. “So eager to show off, aren’t you?”
“No.” House glared, always needing to argue.
“Yes you are. Why else are you choking yourself on my cock?”
“Mmm, maybe it’s yummy.” He hummed, flicking his tongue over the tip. “Wanted it for too long.”
Wilson’s cock twitched. Who is he to deny House something he’s wanted for so long? He kept a grip on House and fed him his cock slowly, feeling House’s velvety tongue trace the curves and edges of his cock, down that thick vein on the underside as Wilson sunk deeper and deeper into that infuriatingly perfect mouth. Why has he never done this before? All those times when House needed to be shut up, he could’ve done so just by unzipping his slacks.
Eventually the grip on his hair loosened as he let House regain control, feeling him bob his head deeper, push past his nearly nonexistent gag reflex and press into the tight muscle of his throat. “God, feels so good.” Wilson moaned, his hips gradually rocking into House’s mouth. “So perfect, House. Fuck, you’re so good at this.” Better than any woman he’s been with and it’s not even close.
Wilson was getting close already, finding himself steadily climbing the peak, heat boiling in his gut, his balls drawing up tight already. House’s mouth was simply too good and he'd been too worked up from fucking Cuddy. “H-House, I- I’m gonna—”
House moaned and took him impossibly deeper, until his nose was pressing into Wilson’s skin and he could feel the vibrations of House's mouth all the way in his balls. Wilson let out a strangled moan and emptied himself into his best friend’s throat, his cock twitching a dozen times before he pulled himself out of that heavenly mouth.
House gasped as Wilson pulled out of his mouth, a long filthy string of spit and cum still connecting them. Wilson intended to move backwards and give House room to breathe, but when he tried to take a step back, the hands on his thighs tightened and pulled him in closer. He was about to make some tease about House needing more when House’s arms fully came around his hips and pulled him in enough for him to rest his forehead against the soft pouch of Wilson's stomach.
Wilson was taken back by it at first, nearly opening his mouth to ask what was wrong before House let out a big sigh and nuzzled his face into him. Wilson realized all at once that this was affection. House was being affectionate with him. House continued to sit there, arms around his best friend and his forehead pressed against his belly button as his breath gradually slowed.
Wilson slowly leaned into the affection too, tentative because he wasn't sure if returning the affection would be enough to spook House and bring this all to a screeching halt. He gently stroked a hand through House's hair and down his back. He repeated the motion twice more before deciding to take it a step further, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of House’s head.
House looked up at him after that and Wilson didn't hesitate to capture his lips this time. It was soft and sweet and lovelier than anything House had ever imagined. More than anything he thought he'd be deserving of.
“Did i— was that good?” House murmured, just barely a whisper against Wilson's lips, his eyes closed because he felt like he may drown in the way Wilson looks at him.
Wilson nodded and hummed into the next kiss. “So good, House. You made me feel so fucking good. I think you deserve your turn now.”
“Oh, thank god. I thought I was going to get blue balls before you finally touched me.” House groaned, peeling himself off of his best friend and leaning back.
“Oh, I'm not touching you yet. Remember what we talked about? Cuddy's going to fuck you first and get you ready to take me after.”
House shuddered and swallowed the pooling saliva in his mouth. His mouth wouldn't stop watering, he knew he'd be drooling by the time this was over. It would be humiliating to let his best friend see him that way. And yet— House wanted it. He wanted Wilson to see him at his most pathetic, most vulnerable. He wanted it because he knows deep in his heart that Wilson won't take advantage of his vulnerability. He won't hurt him the way he's been hurt in the past. Wilson would never do that to him.
Cuddy came up behind him on the bed and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend, stroking his chest and kissing his neck. “Wilson's gonna make sure I take care of you right this time, don't worry. C’mon, lay down over here. You've been so good for us, House.”
House did as he was told, scooting up the bed until he was laying in the middle of it, watching the two people he loves most move around him. He couldn't help but give his own cock a squeeze as he admired the luscious curves of Cuddy's body and the strong muscles of Wilson's back. Both of them are soft in all the right places and strong in all the right places, so perfect in ways that frighten House when he feels so much less than perfect.
“God, look at you…” Cuddy cooed, running a perfectly manicured nail down House's body, straight down the middle from his neck to his cock, like she was making one long, clean incision— opening him up so she could study him from the inside, examine his organs and watch the way his heart beats for her. For him. For them. “I bet you've fantasized about this a hundred times, laid back and ready to take all we can give you.”
House took her hand and kissed it, murmuring “You have no idea.” before he took two of her fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, getting them good and wet. She didn't have to be told what to do with them, bringing that hand between his legs, grazing his cock and balls before dipping down further and spreading that wetness over his hole. House moaned and spread his legs wider, silently begging for more.
“How's your leg?” She asked and House immediately let out a breath. This is how it started last time— or how it ended, more accurately. She was too worried about his leg.
Wilson sat on the bed next to House's feet, his hand coming to rest just under the scar and stroke his knee. “Don't worry about his leg, I'll tell you when he needs a break, okay?” He kissed Cuddy's shoulder and then his hand joined hers, touching House in his second-most sensitive and vulnerable place for the first time.
Wilson has already touched him in his most vulnerable place, he was the one changing House’s bandages when House was in too much pain to do it himself after the infarction. He studied the wound for infection and monitored the stitches. Maybe that's where their relationship began to shift, became something more than friends even if they weren't lovers. Wilson touched him in places so vulnerable and intimate when no one else could, not even Stacy. Maybe that's why touching him this way wasn't as shocking and crazy as it probably should be.
“I am also capable of telling you, you know.” House tried to grumble, but his voice came out strangled as he fought back a moan fighting its way from his chest.
“And we both know you'll lie about it. That's why I'm here.” Wilson responded smugly, pressing a finger against House's perineum until that moan he was holding back won and escaped all needy and whiny and perfect.
Cuddy had gotten lots of practice at this part by now, taking her time fingering House and figuring out the way he liked it most. He liked being full, she'd already discovered. The more fingers she could fit inside him, the better. She was careful about her nails, not going too hard too fast, keeping a steady, smooth pace as she worked him open.
“Christ, the sounds he makes...” Wilson moaned as he watched her fingers disappear inside his best friend over and over. House was already glistening with a light sheen of sweat and his hips were gradually rocking to meet her fingers.
“Imagine how good he'll sound taking your cock. He loves being full and you are way thicker than the toy I was using on him.”
“Go get it, let me see what you were working with.”
House whined as Cuddy's fingers left him and he was too busy watching her ass as she rummaged through the bedside table to notice Wilson lube up his own fingers. He gasped as two much thicker fingers entered him. The look on Wilson's face was something House doesn't know if he's ever seen— predatory, hungry. House's stomach twisted in knots and his legs spread wider.
“Oh god, yes— fuck, Wilson. Please, please—”
“Not yet. Be patient, House.”
“I can't—”
Wilson leaned in close, burying those fingers in as deeply as he could and used his free hand to hold House with a grip around his neck. Not choking him, but holding him firmly as he said, “You can and you will.”
It's a miracle House didn't cum right then and there.
House reached for the hand around his neck and Wilson thought he was going to yank it off, that he may have gone too far. But House just felt it, felt the fingers curving around his neck, pressing against his jugular. And then he tightened his hand around Wilson's, his eyes rolling back.
“Sick. You're sick, you know that?” Wilson laughed as he felt House’s hole clench around his fingers.
“So are you.” House hummed as the endorphins caused spots and sparks behind his eyes.
They are. All three of them are sick and twisted, but they love it so much. Wilson truly doesn't know why it's taken them so long to do this.
Wilson kissed him hard, giving his neck one more firm squeeze before letting go and watching House take a big breath, his body going loose and pliant as he melts under their touches.
Their attention turned back to Cuddy once she returned to the bed, harnessed and flaunting her purple silicone cock. It was decent in length, but thin, one meant specifically for pegging and hitting a man's prostate. Wilson already knew House needed more, he always needs more.
“Is this the position you want? What's most comfortable for you?” Wilson asked, reluctantly removing his fingers from House's hot vice.
“On my stomach is better.”
“Bent over the side of the bed or flat on your stomach?”
“Bent over the bed is usually better, but that's what we were trying last time and it wasn't working.”
Wilson studied him for a long moment in a way that was almost clinical. His eyes scanning, mapping out House's body, putting him in different positions in his head. He was working the equation, diagnosing the issue.
It was fucking hot.
“Alright, how about we try this,” Wilson snatched the pillows from the head of the bed. “Hope you're not too fond of these.” He teased Cuddy. “You, move.” He directed House.
“Usually I'm annoyed when you get all bossy and demanding, but I have to say this act is pretty hot.” House smirked as he rolled over a couple of times.
Wilson rolled his eyes and stacked two of the pillows in the middle of the bed and pointed to them. “Straddle these.”
House looked so hot like that, immediately sinking his chest down and allowing the pillows to push his hips up. He felt exposed in the best way, on display for the two people he likes showing off to the most.
“Look at you…” Cuddy cooed as she saddled up behind him, sliding her hands down his hips and waist. She giggled as she felt House shiver under her. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to see you like this again. You were so excited about it, I want you to feel like that again. I wanna give you everything you want, House.” She punctuated the sentence by kissing the top of his spine and working her way down it.
Another set of hands joined hers, bigger and stronger, smoothing over his skin, dipping into the curves and dips of his body, stroking his hair and slipping into his mouth. They both touched him until House wasn’t sure whose hands were whose, where his skin ended and theirs began. There was the click of the lube bottle, and then familiar pressure, smooth and easy as Cuddy slowly sank into him. There was a deep hum inside him as blood rushed through his ears. House vaguely heard Wilson say something behind him and then there was a big hand pressing on his back, forcing his back to curve more.
“Ohh fuck…” House gasped at the new angle. “That’s— fuck, that’s it, r-right there.”
“Told you.” Wilson chuckled to Cuddy. “He looks like such a slut like this, doesn’t he?”
Cuddy bit her lip and nodded, completely taken at the way her boyfriend looks, face down and ass up, his usual long lean form contorted into something curvy and beautiful, absolutely delectable.
“More,” House whimpered. “More, please. I can take it.” Cuddy gave him what he wanted, pulling out slowly and then fucking into him harder, each thrust resulting in a hot little punched out moan. It was glorious, it was everything he wanted as she gradually sped up until she was holding his hips tight and pounding his needy hole just the way he’d dreamed about. Each thrust rocked his throbbing cock against the pillows under him and it didn’t take long for House to feel the familiar warnings of an orgasm creeping up his spine.
He's been waiting so long for it, he wasn’t going to tell them, he wanted it too much to risk them stopping and making him wait any longer. But the way his hips were bucking against the pillow gave him away and he was halted with strong hands on his hips and then Wilson’s lips ghosting the shell of his ear.
“Is this the way you want to cum? Rutting against the pillow like an animal? If you want to, that’s okay. But I have every intention of getting inside you whether you’ve cum or not. I was looking forward to feeling you cum on my cock, I bet you’re so tight when you finish.”
“Oh, god.” House whimpered shakily. “Fuck me.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Fuck you .”
“I’m trying to, but you have to ask me nicely for it. You think you can get everything you want by being a whiny little bitch for it, throwing a tantrum. I guess that’s our fault, isn’t it? Cuddy and I have spent too long giving you what you want when you throw a tantrum for it. Spoiled you.”
“I’m not feeling very spoiled right now.” He grumbled as Cuddy had come to a stop, but was still tucked inside him.
“Give me what I want and you will be. You think I’m gonna be able to resist once I'm inside you? Once I've had you once, you think I'm going to be satisfied? Doesn't sound like me.”
House shivered at those implications. Wilson becoming addicted to him. Wilson— the addict, his drug of choice— Gregory House. He hasn’t even been inside him yet and he already knows that he’ll be hooked.
House looked over his shoulder at his girlfriend behind him. “Would you be able to handle that? Sharing me whenever Wilson needs a fix of middle aged cripple hole?”
“As long as you’re okay with sharing me with him too.” She smirked and rocked her hips so that the curved tip of the strap tapped at his prostate. That stimulation combined with the mental image of House walking in on his girlfriend and best friend going at it was nearly too much and House had to pull away just to keep himself from bursting.
“I think he likes that idea.” Wilson chuckled and kissed Cuddy again, just because he could. Because he’s allowed and she wants him just as much. They quickly got caught up in each other and were brought back by House whining that he’s going to go back to humping the pillow if they keep neglecting him.
“You still haven’t asked nicely, House.”
House let out a huff before wiggling his ass in the air and begging, “Please fuck me, Wilson. God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to— since goddamn 1995 at least.”
“Amazing you lasted all these years, really. I know you when you don’t get what you want you explode, self destruct. Maybe that’s been your real problem all these years, watching me flow through one pretty thing after the other, sinking my cock into everyone but you?” Wilson teased as he took place behind him, slicking up his cock and teasing House’s hole with it.
House nodded, pressing himself backwards until he felt the thick head of Wilson’s cock start to enter him. “Yes, absolutely. All the years of being a jackass have really been because you haven’t fucked me yet. It gets tedious to pay for it after so many years.”
“Knew it.” Wilson breathed as he added more pressure, taking it slow because even with lube, it was a tight fit. “When’s the last time you paid for this, hm?”
All House could do was shake his head into the pillows, shuddering and gasping as Wilson stretched him open. “Years.” He managed to gasp out.
“Never again.” Wilson growled, his teeth grazing House’s shoulder as he bottomed out inside him. “You have no excuse anymore. You have everything you could pay for right here for free.”
All House could do was make a pathetic sound, air escaping his chest out of no control of his own. He nodded, putting every last bit of strength he had into moving his neck muscles. By the time Wilson pulled out and sunk back into him, his entire body had gone jello soft, wobbly and completely useless to himself. He was putty in Wilson’s hands, open and pliant, at his disposal.
“How did you do that?” Cuddy marveled as she watched Wilson play House’s body like it was second nature, like he’s been doing it for years.
“I didn’t do anything, he did.” Wilson smiled. “He’s getting everything he wants, he feels safe, desired, filled. He can’t do anything but submit at this point, he has nothing left to fight.”
“Hate you—” House huffed, but it lacked any bite. Wilson retaliated by fucking into him harder, successfully severing House’s ability to form any sounds except slutty little moans. Wilson was lost in those moans, each one more wrecked than the last. Addicted doesn’t even begin to cover it.
This is what Wilson had been so afraid of, truthfully. Not just facing the reality of his sexuality or allowing himself to be so vulnerable to a person who runs at the first sign of vulnerability. It wasn’t being rejected or picked on or even having to face just how deeply his feelings go. It was becoming even more helplessly addicted to House. He’s always been an addict in his own right— addicted to being needed and House was a never-ending fix. He’s a high that never ends unless they crash, and they always crash together, hard.
His addiction was just upgraded from cocaine status to full on heroin. This is something he’s never going to recover from, he’s never going to be able to go a day without needing this again. He knows it. He knew it all along. House knows it too and that’s really the kicker, isn’t it? Because Wilson already enables him, but he really tries to do better since House got sober. But now? How is he supposed to deny him? How is he supposed to be the bearer of tough love when he needs it when the image of House this way will always be present in the forefront of his mind?
He knows the next crash will be impossibly more brutal than any they’ve had before. This time, they have everything to lose. He can’t let that happen, he can't. He chases that thought as he fucks House with new vigor. He can’t let them crash and burn, he won’t let it happen. This is everything they’ve ever wanted, he won’t let either of them destroy it with their own fears and insecurities.
“That’s it, Wilson. Fuck his needy little ass.” Cuddy encouraged as she touched herself, clearly enjoying this every bit as much as they were. “Maybe now we’ll actually be able to keep him in line, as long as we're keeping him full and well fucked.”
“Good— luck—” House panted and then howled out a moan when Wilson landed a sharp slap to his ass. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
“Good, cum for me, House. Let me feel it.” God, did he feel it as House clenched and trembled around his cock, bucking against the pillows as Wilson drove into him without mercy, nailing his prostate over and over until House was reduced to pathetic little crying sounds, oversensitive and delirious from pleasure. Wilson tumbled over the edge just after him, leaving half of it inside him and then pulling out and painting pretty stripes over his ass.
House was drooling into the sheets, going cross eyed as Wilson marked him. House felt dirty, slutty, like a sex toy for them to use. It was perfect, more perfect than he ever thought it would've been. He was so out of it, he barely flinched when they pulled the pillows out from under him and tossed them on to the floor and he barely registered them moving around him until one of them tucked into his left side and the other tucked into his right. There were hands on him, soft and warm, so soothing.
“Isn’t he just precious?” Cuddy giggled on his left.
“All this time, I’ve been looking for a good way to shut him up.” Wilson snorted.
Oh, they’ve got his number now. It’s already hard enough for him and Cuddy to balance their work and romantic life, now Wilson will have an edge up on him too. They both know how to press his buttons now and get what they want. What has he gotten himself into? Surely, he cannot allow this to happen again. He can’t let them have that advantage over him.
“You’re spending the night, right?” Cuddy asked and House felt cold at the thought of Wilson leaving.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay. I like to cuddle, I’m not big on just running out afterwards.”
Cuddy reached across House and caressed Wilson’s face. “I don’t mind as long as you go down on me again in the morning.”
“That can absolutely be arranged.” Wilson purred and kissed her hand.
So much for House not allowing this to happen again. He can’t even get his brain to allow his body to move yet.
“House is a big cuddler too, turns into a big baby if he can’t be the little spoon.”
“Well, at least this way, you can both be the little spoon tonight.”
“Keep talking like that and I’ll have to make it every night.” They both leaned over him and kissed softly. “You alive down there?” She eventually asked House while running her nails through his hair.
House let out a long hum in response, still riding that endorphin high, in that blissful place where pain doesn’t exist. He knows eventually he’ll have to move and the pain will come back, but he’ll ride out this high for as long as he can. They allowed him to lay there like a dead fish on shore for as long as he wanted, until slowly the world faded back in, as did the pain in his leg. On instinct, his hands moved downward in search of vicodin he’s not allowed to take in pants he’s not wearing. He let out a sigh and rolled himself onto his back with a hiss of pain.
Cuddy on his left, Wilson on his right. Both of them looked content. Sleepy, but content.
“There he is.” Cuddy purred and kissed his cheek. “Welcome back to earth, honey.”
House rolled his eyes and didn’t acknowledge the earth shattering orgasm given to him by his best friend. Who was naked next to him, smiling like he just won a prize. “Will one of you grab the ibuprofen?” House grumbled. Cuddy easily turned and grabbed the bottle off the nightstand and tossed it over. “I’m going to need something stronger than ibuprofen if you’re both going to start using me as some communal sex toy. I deserve good drugs for my troubles.”
“If it’s such a trouble for you to lay there while we do all the work, then we can always just have you sit and watch us. Wouldn’t want to put you through all that trouble.” Cuddy responded flatly and House playfully cursed under his breath at the threat. Even though sitting there and watching them go at it was insanely hot and he would do it every time they tell him to, with complaint, of course.
“Or, we could compromise with a sex swing.” House waggled his eyebrows. “Takes the pressure off my leg, let’s Wilson fuck me like a mad man. Or both of you taking turns, even better.”
“Have you ever met someone so greedy before?” Wilson asked Cuddy. “Just got fucked by both of us, and he’s already trying to talk his way into more. I think sex toys normally have an off-switch, don’t they?” He directed the question at House, who shuddered and smirked at Wilson calling him a sex toy, effectively shutting him up. “There you go.” He praised, holding House by the jaw and kissing him filthy enough to make his toes curl. “Now shut up and let me spoon you already.”
House didn’t have a good argument against that, it was just too good to be wrapped around Cuddy, her warm, naked ass pressed against his groin and Wilson even warmer and just as naked pressed against his back, his cock tucked right against House’s ass. It was nearly impossible not to try grinding back into him or forward into her, but sleep was pulling them all in too quickly to keep it up. He was too warm and loved and held to fight it anymore, the panic and fear of all of this slipping away from him. That was an issue he could deal with tomorrow.