mmom day #9 / House MD / "Pain"
Title: Pain
Author: Djinn
Fandom: House MD
Characters: House, Stacy
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, no profit being made
Summary: House, post-infarction (again).
Word count: ~290
Author Notes: Once more, credit where credit is due: usomitai suggested House trying to jerk off for the first time since the infarction (but not able to?) Because I'm me, I had to interpret 'not able to' in a different sort of way.
Sex was hardly the first thing on his mind; in fact, for the past weeks, sex had been perhaps the last thing on his mind, somewhere after oh fuck it HURTS and that BITCH she CRIPPLED me and they knew I didn't want it--they knew and they did it ANYWAY. It wasn't until he returned home, until he was back in a familiar place in a body that wasn't familiar anymore, that he thought about it. He looked at their bed at he thought about Stacy moaning beneath him; he thought about Stacy and he thought about her standing over him, trying to explain why she had mutilated him while he slept. The whole thing was so completely disgusting that it was pretty much the polar opposite of sex.
Really, in the end it was only about relief--about lying in bed as comfortable as he could ever be, with a pain throbbing in his leg that would never really go away, and remembering what pleasure felt like. He slid his hand into his silk boxers and wrapped it around his soft dick, and even though he barely hardened, it still felt amazing, more good feeling than he'd felt since entering the hospital, almost good enough to block out the horrible, throbbing pain. He gasped, his breath stuttering, and he barely had the energy to do more than grope at himself, but it was still so good that he groaned--
"Greg?" Stacy called from the doorway, sounding worried and attentive. "I heard you groaning. Are you in pain? Should I get your Vicodin?"
"I'm fine!" House snapped, his voice rough, and he jerked his hand away. When the door closed again, he closed his eyes and let his hand fall against the bedspread.
Author: Djinn
Fandom: House MD
Characters: House, Stacy
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, no profit being made
Summary: House, post-infarction (again).
Word count: ~290
Author Notes: Once more, credit where credit is due: usomitai suggested House trying to jerk off for the first time since the infarction (but not able to?) Because I'm me, I had to interpret 'not able to' in a different sort of way.
Sex was hardly the first thing on his mind; in fact, for the past weeks, sex had been perhaps the last thing on his mind, somewhere after oh fuck it HURTS and that BITCH she CRIPPLED me and they knew I didn't want it--they knew and they did it ANYWAY. It wasn't until he returned home, until he was back in a familiar place in a body that wasn't familiar anymore, that he thought about it. He looked at their bed at he thought about Stacy moaning beneath him; he thought about Stacy and he thought about her standing over him, trying to explain why she had mutilated him while he slept. The whole thing was so completely disgusting that it was pretty much the polar opposite of sex.
Really, in the end it was only about relief--about lying in bed as comfortable as he could ever be, with a pain throbbing in his leg that would never really go away, and remembering what pleasure felt like. He slid his hand into his silk boxers and wrapped it around his soft dick, and even though he barely hardened, it still felt amazing, more good feeling than he'd felt since entering the hospital, almost good enough to block out the horrible, throbbing pain. He gasped, his breath stuttering, and he barely had the energy to do more than grope at himself, but it was still so good that he groaned--
"Greg?" Stacy called from the doorway, sounding worried and attentive. "I heard you groaning. Are you in pain? Should I get your Vicodin?"
"I'm fine!" House snapped, his voice rough, and he jerked his hand away. When the door closed again, he closed his eyes and let his hand fall against the bedspread.