Cheating On You (Franz Ferdinand)
Title: Cheating on You (Franz Ferdinand)
Characters/Pairings: Chase/Wilson
Warnings: Swearing, m/m sex
Summary: How long does it take Wilson to cheat on his third wife?
Word count: 618
Disclaimer: Don't own House, don't make any money from this
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Wilson’s been married to wife number three for two weeks and four days before he cheats for the first time. He turns up on Chase’s doorstep after work, hating himself and hating Chase’s little knowing smirk.
“So. How’s Julie?” Chase asks as he leads Wilson into the kitchen and hands him a beer from the fridge.
“Fine,” Wilson says stiffly, ignoring the way Chase is looking at him but taking the offered drink. “How’s Cameron?”
“Insatiable. And also not my wife. I don’t think you can really cheat on a fuck buddy.”
“Whatever,” Wilson mumbles, taking a long drink from the beer before putting it on the counter, watching Chase closely. He knows there’s no way that the blond is going to make the first move and make him feel even the tiniest bit better about doing this.
In the end he just takes two strides towards Chase and pins him against the counter, kissing him fiercely in a clash of lips and teeth. Chase gasps against Wilson’s mouth, clutching at the back of his shirt.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” Chase murmurs and continues to kiss Wilson desperately. Shirts are removed and disposed of, jeans are pushed down and kicked away, then boxers until both men are standing in Chase’s kitchen, naked and panting as they kiss. Chase gasps as Wilson kneels in front of him and takes the blond’s cock into his mouth. “Fuck,” Chase mutters, throwing his head back and hitting it on the overhead cupboards in the process.
Wilson’s hot, wet mouth is sliding up and down Chase’s dick and the younger man feels like he’s going to explode from the sensations he’s feeling, but just before Chase can come Wilson pulls away.
Chase whimpers loudly and Wilson smirks as he stands up. “Bedroom,” he whispers in the blond’s ear, and takes Chase’s hand, leading him from the kitchen. Chase falls backwards onto the bed and Wilson strips his socks off before crawling on top of him. Chase’s chest is heaving as Wilson kisses his way up from Chase’s stomach to his mouth, reaching blindly into the bedside drawer with one hand.
Chase barely notices the cuff being fixed around his wrist until he hears the click of the lock, and he breaks the kiss to look up. Both of his wrists are secured to the posts at the head of his bed and his cocks twitches a little with the realisation. Chase moans as lube is spread on his arse and he watches as Wilson slicks up his own hard, condom clad dick.
Then Chase’s legs are pulled over Wilson’s shoulders as the man leans forward and pushes in all in one go and Chase is almost bent in half, gasping and crying out. Wilson’s lips are on Chase’s chest and shoulders and neck as he rocks slightly, letting Chase adjust a little before he really starts thrusting.
Chase comes almost explosively, spilling over Wilson’s hand which was stroking his erection and he cries out loudly. Wilson continues to thrust for several long seconds, making Chase moan, before he comes himself with a grunt and a gasp. Chase whimpers as Wilson pulls out of him and unfastens the cuffs, and the two men lay together for a while as they regain their breath and come down from their highs.
“You should get home to your wife,” Chase says bitterly once he’s had time to recover.
Wilson sits up a little and looks down at Chase, cupping his face with one hand. “Yeah, I should.” He leans in and kisses Chase gently but the blond is unresponsive and turns away after a moment. “I’m sorry,” Wilson murmurs before he stands to get ready to leave.
Characters/Pairings: Chase/Wilson
Warnings: Swearing, m/m sex
Summary: How long does it take Wilson to cheat on his third wife?
Word count: 618
Disclaimer: Don't own House, don't make any money from this
_________________________________
Wilson’s been married to wife number three for two weeks and four days before he cheats for the first time. He turns up on Chase’s doorstep after work, hating himself and hating Chase’s little knowing smirk.
“So. How’s Julie?” Chase asks as he leads Wilson into the kitchen and hands him a beer from the fridge.
“Fine,” Wilson says stiffly, ignoring the way Chase is looking at him but taking the offered drink. “How’s Cameron?”
“Insatiable. And also not my wife. I don’t think you can really cheat on a fuck buddy.”
“Whatever,” Wilson mumbles, taking a long drink from the beer before putting it on the counter, watching Chase closely. He knows there’s no way that the blond is going to make the first move and make him feel even the tiniest bit better about doing this.
In the end he just takes two strides towards Chase and pins him against the counter, kissing him fiercely in a clash of lips and teeth. Chase gasps against Wilson’s mouth, clutching at the back of his shirt.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” Chase murmurs and continues to kiss Wilson desperately. Shirts are removed and disposed of, jeans are pushed down and kicked away, then boxers until both men are standing in Chase’s kitchen, naked and panting as they kiss. Chase gasps as Wilson kneels in front of him and takes the blond’s cock into his mouth. “Fuck,” Chase mutters, throwing his head back and hitting it on the overhead cupboards in the process.
Wilson’s hot, wet mouth is sliding up and down Chase’s dick and the younger man feels like he’s going to explode from the sensations he’s feeling, but just before Chase can come Wilson pulls away.
Chase whimpers loudly and Wilson smirks as he stands up. “Bedroom,” he whispers in the blond’s ear, and takes Chase’s hand, leading him from the kitchen. Chase falls backwards onto the bed and Wilson strips his socks off before crawling on top of him. Chase’s chest is heaving as Wilson kisses his way up from Chase’s stomach to his mouth, reaching blindly into the bedside drawer with one hand.
Chase barely notices the cuff being fixed around his wrist until he hears the click of the lock, and he breaks the kiss to look up. Both of his wrists are secured to the posts at the head of his bed and his cocks twitches a little with the realisation. Chase moans as lube is spread on his arse and he watches as Wilson slicks up his own hard, condom clad dick.
Then Chase’s legs are pulled over Wilson’s shoulders as the man leans forward and pushes in all in one go and Chase is almost bent in half, gasping and crying out. Wilson’s lips are on Chase’s chest and shoulders and neck as he rocks slightly, letting Chase adjust a little before he really starts thrusting.
Chase comes almost explosively, spilling over Wilson’s hand which was stroking his erection and he cries out loudly. Wilson continues to thrust for several long seconds, making Chase moan, before he comes himself with a grunt and a gasp. Chase whimpers as Wilson pulls out of him and unfastens the cuffs, and the two men lay together for a while as they regain their breath and come down from their highs.
“You should get home to your wife,” Chase says bitterly once he’s had time to recover.
Wilson sits up a little and looks down at Chase, cupping his face with one hand. “Yeah, I should.” He leans in and kisses Chase gently but the blond is unresponsive and turns away after a moment. “I’m sorry,” Wilson murmurs before he stands to get ready to leave.