Pairing/Fandom: Dr. Greg House and Dr. James Wilson, House, M.D.
Theme: 20. First Timers
Title: Testing the Waters
Word Count: 618
Warnings: Voyeurism; sex; masturbation
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Still sad about that.
Author's Notes: This is a prequel to Lovers, and it was just begging to be written. Technically, that makes it for gandolforf. Many thanks to sarcasticsra for the beta.
Stacy watches, breath coming shallow and her hand idly stroking between her legs, as her lover kisses another man fiercely. She’s never seen two men kiss before, at least not like this, all teeth and dominance, and she feels herself getting wetter as they keep going, thrusting shallowly against each others’ stomachs.
It’s her idea, inviting James into their bed. She’s caught the glances between him and Greg, and she knows Greg would never cheat on her. After all, it’s not cheating if she’s condoning it, if she’s right there. The fact that it’s one of the hottest things she’s ever seen is a bonus.
Greg is turning dominant, holding himself over James, controlling the pace of the kisses and the thrusting, and then he’s reaching down between them, behind James’ balls, and James shudders and arches up into him. When she first brought up the idea, James admitted he’d never been with a man before, but from what Stacy can see, he’s completely enjoying this.
Greg glances at her, breaking the kissing he and James are doing, long enough to say, “Lube and a condom,” and then his attention is back on James. Impatient with having to stop, Stacy finds the lube Greg bought last week, when they first talked about this, and tears a condom packet off the strip, tossing them to him. She can see his concentration as he presses a slick finger inside James, and James’ discomfort before he relaxes and lets out a moan soon after. Stacy shudders and spreads her legs further, working her hand faster, slipping her fingers just inside, deliberately teasing herself. She’ll focus more when Greg is actually in James.
It doesn’t seem like long, even though it probably was because Greg’s a perfectionist and takes forever, before he’s pulling his fingers out and slapping James’ thigh lightly, telling him to get on his hands and knees, and could this get hotter?
It turns out it could, as Greg presses in incredibly slowly, ignoring James’ whimpers and demands, and Stacy’s at a perfect angle to see almost everything. She briefly wishes she’d grabbed her vibrator, but she’s not going to look away long enough to find it now; instead, she’s focusing on the slow thrust of Greg’s hips, the sounds James is making, the sight of Greg’s hand playing slowly, lightly along James’ cock, and when he starts doing that is when Stacy first cries out, arching into her own hand.
Stacy knows from experience that Greg can make sex last for an hour or more, but she hopes for James’ sake that Greg has mercy on him, considering he’s new to this and all. It seems almost like Greg reads her mind, because he changes the angle of his hips until James is moaning on every thrust, and then he speeds up, his hand moving fast and firm over James’ cock. This time, when Stacy comes, her vision whites out, and after she can focus again, she realizes James has come, and despite that, Greg is still moving his hand along James’ cock, lighter and slower but still there. Greg’s close, she can tell that much from the look in his eyes and how he’s started to groan on each push inside, and before she’s aware of what she’s doing, she whispers, “Come for me, Greg,” and he does, his hips thrusting hard into James before stilling.
After, Stacy decides a shower is in order; she’s sticky and sweaty, and besides, the boys probably need to talk. So she leaves them to it, and turns the water near-scalding.
Hopefully, they’ll do all this again sometime. As long as no one gets hurt, they could have fun with this.