cindylouwho | Instigate (House/Wilson, NC-17)

Instigate

Wilson yawned and sleepily walked into the kitchen Sunday morning to find all of the fixings for macadamia nut pancakes laid out. Wilson turned and glared at House, who had followed him as far as the living room. Wilson stood exasperated, hands on hips. House could tell by the expression on Wilson’s face that the younger man was NOT pleased or amused by the situation.

“House, I told you last night, I was NOT making pancakes this morning. You have had pancakes every Sunday for weeks. I do not want pancakes. So I am not making any. Why do you always have to instigate everything? Why can’t you just take NO for an answer?” Wilson ran his hands over his face and tried to calm down. It wasn’t worth having a coronary over pancakes.

House looked rather smug and bemused. “And I don’t understand what the big deal is. I ask for pancakes. You make them. That is how it works. Case closed.”

“That is not ‘how it works.' I make them because I want to make them, not just because you ask me. And I am not making them now.” Wilson stood his ground and crossed his arms in front of him, meeting House’s bemused look.

House gave Wilson a look that clearly said, ‘oh really?’ He limped into the kitchen and pulled out a chair from the table. He grabbed Wilson by the wrists and brought him closer. He pulled Wilson’s pajama pants down and smirked when he found Wilson was sans boxers. “You dirty boy,” he said quietly before taking Wilson into his mouth.

House expertly sucked Wilson, licking and swirling his tongue around the head and up and down the shaft, as if Wilson were a sucker or Popsicle. He used his right hand to slowly cup and stroke Wilson’s balls, feeling the heat rising from Wilson. He sensed Wilson was quickly coming undone, thrusting into House’s mouth; grabbing House’s hair and pulling, moaning uncontrollably. House continued his ministrations until he felt Wilson was close to the edge. He then slipped his finger first quickly into his mouth and then into Wilson’s tight hole, causing Wilson to come down House’s throat with a gasp.

Wilson pulled out of House’s mouth and half collapsed, half leaned against the table and pulled his pants up. House contentedly looked up at Wilson and smiled. Wilson returned his gaze and dryly said, “I guess I’ll be making pancakes now.”