Can't Stop The Love [Wilson/Duck]
Title: Can't Stop The Love
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Wilson/Duck, Wilson/House
Disclaimer: House Md doesn't belong to me, it belongs to David Shore and Fox.
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"Wilson! What the fuck?" House seemed pissed. Wilson certainly didn't know why, and the only clue was the pink scarf in House's hand. For someone who had a few rounds of hot mansex, Greg was extremely uptight. Then it clicked. Wilson's heart skipped a beat in realization and his eyes locked on the pink article of clothing bunched up in House's fist. The diagnostician's knuckles were turning unheathily pale with the force exacted on the scarf. James was sprawled on the bed of House's apartment, he was naked save for the pair of boxers he swiped off the floor. Wilson cleared his throat and sat up, his eyes locking with House's.
"Found it in your pants." The silence between the two was deafening, if that made any sense, and it only broke with the sound of House gritting his teeth.
"Jimmy. It's unhealthy."
Wilson opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it.
"You said it was the last time."
The oncologist swallowed, not knowing what to say. It was true, he did say it was the last time. But he couldn't help it. It was addicting-- just like this relationship. However, there was something more. Something ... Forbidden.
House brought his free hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. He found it odd that it wasn't Wilson that was scolding him this time, it seemed uncharacteristic of Greg. Ever since it happened, their positions had changed. Wilson was more of an anarchist than he was at this point.
"It was the last time! Reginald seduced me!"
"He's a duck! They're incapable of seduction! Christ Jimmy, what's happened to you?"
Wilson climbed out of bed-- he wasn't going to take this. He quickly grabbed a t-shirt handing on a chair and pulled it over his head before heading towards his pants.
"You have a problem."
Wilson couldn't take it, he knew it was wrong but it felt so right. His pants were soon clothing his legs after a quick struggle, causing tufts of yellow fluff to drift from the inside of his pants.
"Jimmy--"
James marched up to Greg, pulling more yellow fluff from the inside of his pockets. It fluttered in the air and it was continuing to produce from the small jean pockets. He pulled one last fist full of fluff out, shoving it against Greg's chest.
"You can't stop our love." Wilson quickly swiped the pink scarf from House's hands with a quick tug and pushed past the elder with a grunt.
"Reginald was looking for his scarf."
After that the door of House's apartment slammed shut, leaving Greg alone.
"Fucking duck."
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Wilson/Duck, Wilson/House
Disclaimer: House Md doesn't belong to me, it belongs to David Shore and Fox.
>
"Wilson! What the fuck?" House seemed pissed. Wilson certainly didn't know why, and the only clue was the pink scarf in House's hand. For someone who had a few rounds of hot mansex, Greg was extremely uptight. Then it clicked. Wilson's heart skipped a beat in realization and his eyes locked on the pink article of clothing bunched up in House's fist. The diagnostician's knuckles were turning unheathily pale with the force exacted on the scarf. James was sprawled on the bed of House's apartment, he was naked save for the pair of boxers he swiped off the floor. Wilson cleared his throat and sat up, his eyes locking with House's.
"Found it in your pants." The silence between the two was deafening, if that made any sense, and it only broke with the sound of House gritting his teeth.
"Jimmy. It's unhealthy."
Wilson opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it.
"You said it was the last time."
The oncologist swallowed, not knowing what to say. It was true, he did say it was the last time. But he couldn't help it. It was addicting-- just like this relationship. However, there was something more. Something ... Forbidden.
House brought his free hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. He found it odd that it wasn't Wilson that was scolding him this time, it seemed uncharacteristic of Greg. Ever since it happened, their positions had changed. Wilson was more of an anarchist than he was at this point.
"It was the last time! Reginald seduced me!"
"He's a duck! They're incapable of seduction! Christ Jimmy, what's happened to you?"
Wilson climbed out of bed-- he wasn't going to take this. He quickly grabbed a t-shirt handing on a chair and pulled it over his head before heading towards his pants.
"You have a problem."
Wilson couldn't take it, he knew it was wrong but it felt so right. His pants were soon clothing his legs after a quick struggle, causing tufts of yellow fluff to drift from the inside of his pants.
"Jimmy--"
James marched up to Greg, pulling more yellow fluff from the inside of his pockets. It fluttered in the air and it was continuing to produce from the small jean pockets. He pulled one last fist full of fluff out, shoving it against Greg's chest.
"You can't stop our love." Wilson quickly swiped the pink scarf from House's hands with a quick tug and pushed past the elder with a grunt.
"Reginald was looking for his scarf."
After that the door of House's apartment slammed shut, leaving Greg alone.
"Fucking duck."